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hello good!!Could you do something about Vanessa x reader.the reader where the reader is a security guard and has a relationship with vanessa.One day while walking home, a group of drunks harass the reader and Vanny's personality comes to light?

unwanted touch

hi dear, sorry for the wait!! i need to get back to my writing habits skshdk anyway, i love the idea of vanny coming to light when ‘we’ are in danger and doing stuff vanessa wouldn’t normally do but oh my- she wants to. also, the whole way of switching personalities was inspired by @foxcantswim fics about vanessa/vanny:)

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warnings: old gross men, harassment, unwanted touch, a bit of gore, pet names (one use of ‘bunny’)

notes: i actually loved writing this one and i’m so happy with how it turned out:) let me know what you think!!

requests: open!!

i looked at the cameras checking every room for the last time on this shift. everything was perfectly still, there wasn’t any mess anywhere, all the machines were turned off and the animatronics stood right where they needed to. perfect. i looked at the time showing 5:58 am and i comfortably sat in my chair turning off all the cameras and throwing my head slightly back letting out a deep sigh. night shifts were a pain in the ass but at least i could even in the slightest help vanessa with paying the rent. oh, and my parents finally stopped thinking of me as a failure, even though they haven’t really said it straight to my face. i took a deep breathe and blinked a few times trying my best to at least stay awake until i get home. i looked at the time again, seeing 6:00 am finally came along. i smiled to myself and got up from my seat, grabbing my bag and my phone. i closed the doors to ‘my’ office and waved to the animatronics while walking past them to the main entrance. i locked the door and tried opening it, to see if anyone will be able to break in. when the doors didn’t even move, i smiled to myself once more and began walking home, daydreaming of finally laying in my bed and going to sleep.

i walked the small sidewalk lighted up by high beams, even though it was already 6:00 am the sun was not yet awake so it was still pretty dark. i watched as the lights make circles on the ground and smiled at the sight just admiring the way it looked. i felt my phone buzzing in my pocket so i immediately took it out and checked the message i apparently got.

vanessa<3:

are you coming home already? or should i pick you up?

i smiled seeing the message and quickly sent a reply, that i’m already walking home. not waiting for another text from my girlfriend i slipped my phone into my pocket once again and continued on walking by the sidewalk hopping over the broken tiles, not even paying special attention on doing so. when i jumped over the last cracked one i realised that the lights end here and i have to walk through a total darkness for a while. i rolled my eyes not liking this idea in the slightest but not having any other option. i started walking the dark path trying not to think about all the horrible things that could happen and just simply focusing on my surroundings in case something actually happens. i slowly walked past an abandoned church and scrunched my nose at the sight of it. i turned my head around and noticed some other strangely looking building not being able to define what was it purpose before becoming abandoned. i shook my head slightly and looked down at the ground trying to just get over this dark path as quickly as i could. after many of my steps i’ve noticed a light in the distance and immediately smiled knowing i won’t be so scared in just a few more steps. focusing only on the light i haven’t noticed some people started to slowly walk behind me. i took a notice of their presence when they started talking to me.

“what a pretty lady like you does alone in the streets at night?” one of them asked, from his voice i could easily tell that he was drunk. i rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him, quickening my steps.

“there’s no need for rush” another man spoke up and i felt my heartbeat rising. maybe i should’ve asked vanesssa to pick me up.

“so? where are you going?” the first of them asked again. i tried to walk straight in my direction but knew they wouldn’t leave me alone if i just ignored them.

“i’m going back from work” i said not looking back at them but feeling their presence there still. and their smell.

“at this hour? it can be dangerous, let us help you out” the first one spoke up again, i could feel the smirk in his voice. i had to physically hold myself not to roll my eyes again. i tried ignoring them once more.

“yeah, we can definitely help you” the other one chuckled and i felt goosebumps cover my body in disgust.

“thank you a lot, but i can manage” i said and started walking even faster, feeling that they also picked up their pace. shit.

“oh, don’t be like that” the first one spoke up again. “we just want to help you, nothing more” he chuckled knowing exactly what he really meant by those words. i smiled sarcastically not even being sure if they can see my full face.

“thanks, again but i can take care of myself” i said seeing the light move closer and closer as i went into its direction. i felt my phone buzz again and i prayed it was another of vanessa’s messages. i moved my hand into my pocket trying to get it out but then they spoke up again.

“hey hey-“ one of them started and grabbed my hand that tried to take out my phone. i felt my heartbeat rise up again as i was completely terrified. “tell your boyfriend he can wait while we show you how real men act” he said and laughed the other ones along with him. there were at least four of them so it was obvious i didn’t stand a chance against them. i tried to wiggle my hand out but it did nothing as he hold me in place not even letting me walk.

“i don’t have a boyfriend” i said my brain going completely numb in that situation. the one holding my hand laughed again gripping my wrist a bit tighter, i groaned at the touch.

“then it’s even easier” he chuckled and tried to pull me closer to them but then i remembered one thing vanessa has taught me recently. i should always pull my hand in the direction of somebody’s thumb. i quickly looked at his hand around my wrist, the darkness not helping in the slightest and noticed that his thumb was pointing to the right. i immediately moved my arm right snatching out of his grab as my eyes widened not believing it actually worked. all of them looked at me in shock and my brain started to work again as i began running towards the light at the end of this dark alley.

i didn’t turn my head until i reached the light and noticed a lot of homes and buildings around me. i started to breathe deeply and finally turn around not noticing anyone behind me or even further in the dark. i shook my head at the whole situation and continued walking home, doing it quicker that usual. i took out my phone finally and looked at the notification, noticing it was actually a message from vanessa.

vanessa<3:

it’s taking you a while, are you okay? are you sure you don’t need me to pick you up?

i smiled at the message and sent her a quick one back saying that i’ll be home in less than five. i shoved my phone back into my pocket again, trying to focus on anything else rather than that situation.

when i opened the doors to our shared apartment my eyes have met with the blonde’s ones and i immediately smiled at that. i closed the door and locked it behind me throwing the keys on the kitchen counter.

“finally you’re back” she said coming up to me and locking me into a hug. “i was starting to worry”

i chuckled and hugged her back, hugging her even tighter than usually. “nothing to worry about” i said and laughed a bit too fake for her not to notice.

vanessa leaned away and raised one of her eyebrows at me, looking adorably considering that she was still in her pyjama. “what’s with the fake laugh? did something happen to you?” she asked visibly concerned, worry spread out on her face.

“no no!” i said throwing my hands around “just a bunch of guys wanted to probably rape me, but nothing happened” i said visibly exaggerating the situation but vanessa didn’t laugh. oh boy.

“did they touch you?” she asked her voice stern. i swallowed the saliva i had in my mouth wondering how to get out of this conversation.

“nothing happened, i’m okay, that’s what matters” i said while shaking my head and walking away to put my bag on the ground.

vanessa walked behind me almost immediately and grabbed my chin with one of her hands making me look at her. “did. they. touch. you?” she asked putting a more annoyed tone on every of the words. i let out a deep sigh.

“yes.” i said and looked down at her lips not wanting to keep the eye-contact with her. “one of them grabbed my wrist but, thanks to your practice, i got away” i explained and looked up into her eyes again, seeing a somehow crazy look slowly entering them. oh no.

“where was it?” she asked her gaze still on my eyes. “tell me” she said trying to sound more softly but making it come out as even more annoyed.

“in the dark path i had to walk from my work.” i said not knowing how to fully explain it. “close to the abandoned church if you know what i’m talking about” i added and she simply nodded her head letting go of my face.

“from this day on i’ll always drive you off the work” she said and walked to the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee to start the day. i bit the inside of my cheek not knowing what to respond still not being sure if i’m talking to vanessa or maybe vanny just now.

“i’m going to sleep” i said and yawned. vanessa looked at me with a smile on her lips while sipping her coffee.

“sleep tight, i’ll be back before you go to work today” she said starting to get ready for her day shift. i just nodded my head with a smile.

i went to our bedroom, laying down on the bed not even caring about taking off my clothes. just as i was about to fall asleep i heard the doors creak and slowly opened one of my eyes. i saw vanessa quickly walking over to me and giving my forehead a kiss. i smiled sleepily and immediately fell asleep.

i groaned looking at the time sitting in my chair. five minutes left till the end of my shift. i grabbed my phone looking for messages from vanessa to see if she was still coming to pick me up but nothing came. i burrowed my eyebrows not understanding why she hasn’t wrote anything yet. i rolled my eyes shoving the phone into my pocket and taking a last look at the cameras. everything was pretty still so i turned them off, gathering my things to finally leave this place. i threw the bag over my shoulder and took out headphones from it preparing myself for the walk home again. i checked the phone for the last time - nothing. i sighed and closed the door to my office, saying my goodbyes to the animatronics as i was leaving. i locked the mane entrance and began walking home still hoping somewhere deep, vanessa would come pick me up. i played one of my playlists trying to make this walk at least a bit more enjoyable.

i was walking the path with high beams and smiled again at the sight of circles appearing on the ground. as usual, i started jumping over the cracked tiles trying my best not to step over a broken one. after many steps i’ve noticed that the dark part of my walk was approaching and i immediately felt goosebumps covering my skin. i rolled my eyes forgetting about jumping over the tiles and tried my best not to freak out at the thought alone of meeting those guys from yesterday.

i passed the last light and my dark path started. i kept my eyes at the ground not even looking around at the church or that old building, concentrating only on the task of getting out of this dark alley. a slow song suddenly started playing in my headphones making me more aware of my surroundings than i wanted. great. i still tired to just focus on my steps not caring about anything else, but of course it couldn’t go that smoothly.

“long time no see huh?” a man said suddenly appearing behind my back. from his voice i concluded it was the same one from yesterday. i tried ignoring him at my best.

“you probably couldn’t wait to see us again right?” another one of them spoke up and my heartbeat rose up again. i glanced at them seeing there were five man behind me. i was horrified.

“let us show you how real men treat women” different one of them laughed and immediately grabbed my wrist, this time holding with both of his hand so i couldn’t shove out. i felt tears coming to my eyes.

“take off those headphones” one of them said and with my free hand i did as he told me not wanting to be in even more trouble than i already was. they pulled me with them to an even darker corner of the alley, probably behind that church. my brain went numb again i literally didn’t know what to do.

the one holding me shoved me into the wall still holding my wrist waiting for the others to start their actions. i closed my eyes not wanting to see anything and just hoping for the end to come.

one of them grabbed my neck and squeezed it so harshly i thought they wanted to just kill me at the spot. another one started to unbutton my pants and the tears from my eyes started to run down my cheeks. when he finally stopped unzipping my pants i heard a noise at the end of the alley from where they previously took me. i gently opened my eyes and saw a pair of red ones in the distance. oh god.

when that man wanted to pull my pants down another one of them started screaming in pain and my eyes immediately opened wide. i saw vanny’s costume slit his throat with one swift motion of her hand. i looked in disbelief at this situation thanking in my soul for her rescue.

vanny didn’t stop there, when the rest of them looked at her terrified i almost saw her smile widen even more but maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. she shoved the lifeless body of that man into the wall running up to the next one and pushing her knife into his stomach, the man yelled in pain and fear, while his shirt started to become red from his blood. vanny twisted her knife repeatedly in his body trying to make it as painful for him as it was humanly possible. when that man stopped yelling from all the tiredness she took her knife out and shoved him into the ground with one kick, letting him bleed out. she looked back at the three that were still left. one of them started screaming and running away vanny only following him with her glowing eyes, definitely letting him get away… at least for now. she then moved her red glowing eyes to the two standing the closest to me. if that was what she did for the ones who didn’t even touch me, i definitely wouldn’t want to be in the skin of those two.

she tilted her head while looking at them and waved her knife from side to side, obviously debating on what to do about them. i felt that one of them took their hands off of my wrist while the other let go of my neck. i smiled to her not being sure if she saw my face. one of the men suddenly started to run towards her which was the stupidest decision he has ever made in his life. vanny swiftly grabbed his neck, just like he did to me a moment ago, and shoved him into the wall keeping him there and looking straight into his eyes. then, she moved her knife to his face and harshly pushed it into one of his eyes. he started to scream but then she pushed the knife even deeper not liking that he was making a noise, or wanting him to make even more of them. she hardly pulled the knife out along with his eye and dropped the knife to the ground. with her free hand, she pushed two fingers inside the hole in his head and tried to crush his bones. he screamed unbelievably louder and she definitely had enough of it cause then she pulled her fingers out and shoved her whole hand so deep into his throat i didn’t even know it was possible. she somehow managed to grab his vocal cords and rip them out making him bleed also from his mouth. she let go of him and let him slide down the wall not even being able to scream anymore.

the next thing she did was quickly run up to the man who was previously holding my wrist and just shove him to the ground sitting down on his hips keeping him there. he started screaming so she slapped him on the face with her fluffy paw. she then looked back to where her knife was laying and quickly turned around to him. knowing she wanted to use her knife again i walked over to it and picked it up moving to give it to her. but when i came over, she was already playing with not one, but both of his eyeballs using them like rubber balls. i looked at that situation a bit horrified by it all but also feeling a strange satisfaction that they got what they deserved. she then turned her head around and noticed me holding her knife. she shoved it out of my hand and started slowly cutting his face. the knife went in like into a cake and again i swore her smile widened. when his whole face was cut up and i was pretty sure he already passed away she stood up and shoved her knife right into his manhood. the man screamed for the last time and then life left his body for good. vanny dropped the knife and laughed out loud, looking around and seeing everything she did.

i looked at her still a bit terrified by all of this but a small smile creeped up to my face at the thought that she did all this for me. she finally moved her head to look at me and walked over to me staring my face down with titled head. then she moved closer and connected my nose with her fluffy big one. i chuckled slightly as my hands gently stroked her mask. vanny then moved her hands and took of the mask showing me her beautiful face, with messed up hair and a maniac look in her eyes. i tried to keep my calm but my pulse sped up uncontrollably. she laughed still looking at my face and threw her mask on the ground grabbing my waist with her one blooded paw while the other she put on my cheek gently stroking it.

“you’re mine” she said, her voice sounding maniacally, i still wonder how she manages do to that.

“only yours” i whispered and smiled to her trying my best not to be scared. she laughed feeling my heartbeat rise and rolled her eyes.

she moved her head closer to me and connected our lips in a passionate kiss, showing me how deeply she cares and that she would literally do anything to keep me safe. i smiled into the kiss and wrapped my hands around her hair, keeping her in place for as long as she lets me. vanny sighed into the kiss and slowly leaned away still gripping my waist. she opened her eyes and the maniac look was still present. i smiled to her taking my hands out of her hair.

“i would do anything for you. we would” she said and laughed again this time it sounded more like a chuckle.

“i know” i said and smiled to her. “and i really appreciate it” i added and gave her lips a quick peck.

vanny smiled at me and let go of my waist as well as my cheek to grab my hand while her other one picked up her mask. she led me out of that dark corner as i looked back at all the bodies and then turned to her not knowing if it’s safe to just leave them like that. she laughed seeing my sight and gently shook her head putting the mask back on.

“don’t worry about it, bunny” she said and pulled me closer to her once again now standing almost in the light of the street lights. “vanessa will take care of it, i discussed it with her earlier” she said and my eyes went wild at the mention of vanessa realising she knew exactly what vanny did. i smiled to her and uncontrollably giggled at everything that happened. vanny laughed with me as well and pulled me in for the tightest hug i’ve ever received from her.

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6

a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end 😭 but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO

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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader

You’re sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that it’s Lola. You haven’t spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.

“Lola! Hey,” You grin. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you picked up. I’m so bored around here,” She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. “Around where?” You ask curiously.

“My parents’. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. It’s exhausting, really,” She moans. “I just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.”

“Wow. That must mean it’s really bad then, huh?” You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.

“Yes. Ugh. You’re at Saltburn, right?” She asks. “Yeah.” You reply.

“How’s that going?” Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. “No, I’m on the phone. Go away. Shoo,”

You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. “It’s…” You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. “I don’t know. Different.”

“How so?” You pause and wonder if you should tell her what’s been going on. You decide it’s probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.

“I think it’s just cause we’re growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.” You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. “Oh God, don’t remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,” She sighs loudly.

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.

“Hey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?” You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. “Really?! I’d love to go. I’ve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.” She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.

“And you’d get a chance to see Felix,” You grin as you hear her jumping around. “Yeah, I would! You don’t need to convince me any further. I’ll be there,” She pauses. “Wait, but they’ll let me come, right?”

“Oh, of course. They like me a lot, so I’m sure they won’t mind.” You assure her. “Okay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. I’ll let you get some sleep. See you soon!” She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.

You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.

You haven’t been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little… moment two nights ago. He’s not avoiding you, but he’s not being nice either. He’s gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You should’ve known that if you got too close, he’d pull away and return to his old ways.

But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, you’ve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. You’re hooked.

You can’t just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. It’s like a game of roulette to see which version of him you’ll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.

You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. It’s quite a long walk to Farleigh’s room, but you don’t care. You pass Felix’s room, then Venetia’s. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isn’t.

You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. He’s still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that you’re about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.

You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.

Fuck. He’s shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?

“Hello,�� He says, his grin foxlike. “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Talk about what?” He questions.

You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?

“Just let me in, please.” You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.

You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle he’s always burning, and the scent of his cologne. It’s musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.

He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s funny?”

“You always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,” He replies with a scoff. “Maybe you’re just a bad influence,” You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.

You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.

“Are we not going to talk about the other night?” You mutter. “What’s there to talk about?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Are you-” You pause and let out a frustrated breath. “Are you serious?” You exclaim angrily.

“You can’t blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.” You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.

“Can we not talk about that? Let’s just…” He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since it’s apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you aren’t even able to fully process what’s been going on between you two.

“Let’s just… talk,” He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. “Okay.” You shrug. It’s what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. He’s just… real. He’s never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you he’s not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them he’s just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know that’s not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.

“So… Our third year at Oxford,” Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years,” You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories you’ve made so far during your years at university.

“Can I be honest?” You ask, and he nods. “I’m scared.” You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. “Of what?” He replies. “Graduating. You know, I’ll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,” You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. “I can’t be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,” You continue, shaking your head. “I’m putting them through enough as it is.”

Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. “I might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.” He says. You can’t help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re too uptight. Let yourself have fun,” He nudges you softly. “I’m trying,” You mutter. “Well, you’re smoking. That’s one step closer,” He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.

It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.

You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. “I know why you came here,” He says, his voice lowered.

You look back up to him. “What?” You whisper. “Don’t play dumb,” He shakes his head. “I’m not.” You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.

You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. “Hmm,” He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.

He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he won’t ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you can’t help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. It’s like he’s magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.

Somehow, every single time he kisses you, it’s better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that he’s on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.

His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you don’t want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.

You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never-“ You start, suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s okay,” Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. “Just relax,” He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.

Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. You’ve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you can’t believe it’s becoming reality.

And of all the times you’ve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleigh’s beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.

He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. “So pretty,” He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.

He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.

Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. “Stop,” You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You can’t handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.

“Hey, look at me,” He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.

That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.

Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.

“Shit,” You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didn’t really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.

He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.

“Farleigh!” You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.

“I’m gonna-“ You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. “Let go,” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Fuckk,” You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldn’t care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.

He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. It’s like you can’t get close enough to him, like you need more than everything he’s already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.

“Farleigh,” You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “What is it?” He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.

“I want you,” You say. You don’t care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.

“In what way?” He replies, smirking smugly. “I think you know which way I mean,” You mutter. You don’t have time for his teasing, although you love it.

His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. “Please, I need you,” You can’t believe you’re begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know you’ll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.

“Far…” You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Baby-“ Farleigh whimpers. “Please,” You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.

It’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen, and although you haven’t seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. It’s long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You aren’t sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, you’re going to try. You hope he didn’t pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.

He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. “I can’t-“ You wince in pain.

“Yes, you can. You can take it,” He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually he’s buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. You’re still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. “Far,” You mutter. You can tell he’s trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.

“I’m ready,” You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how he’s so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but it’s no use.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. He’s whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you don’t care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just don’t want this moment to end.

He looks back up to you and you can see he’s already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. “You’re so good,” He breathes. “So, so good,” You could probably cum just from his words alone.

You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once he’s found it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Farleigh- It’s-“ You can’t seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. “I know, I know,” He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but you’re already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. “Oh God,” He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.

“Where should I-“ Farleigh pants. “Inside,” You tell him. You’re on birth control, but you don’t have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.

You’re already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then he’s wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you can’t help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.

He adjusts the both of you so that you’re both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that it’s not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he can’t stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that there’s something here?

Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.

“You’re thinking too much,” He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. “Am I?” You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.

“Just sleep here tonight,” He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your… relationship.

“Okay… but we need to talk about this,” You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. “We can in the morning,” He says, but you know that won’t happen. You’ll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.

You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. “Goodnight,” You murmur. “Night,” He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Start’s arms.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.

It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.

It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.

“I mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,” Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.

Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. “Listen, mate. I’ve tried.” Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.

You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. “You’re one to comment on relationships,” You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. “You and Sasha. You’re dysfunctional.” You responded, unafraid to challenge him.

“Excuse me?” Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. “Yeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.” You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. “It’s gone on for almost a year now. It’s exhausting,”

Farleigh chuckled. “Ohh, you want to come after my relationship?” He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.

“Well, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,” Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.

“You’re desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess that’s what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?” He just kept going, and the whole room went silent

“I’ve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, it’s insane. You can’t even keep a fucking man,” Farleigh’s tone was harsher and colder than you’d ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.

You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. “Fucking hell, Farleigh,” Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.

You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?

Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didn’t care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.

You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.

Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldn’t hear them.

Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.

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theblueseassoul · 4 months

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“My heart.”

Request: ✓ “Possesive Eetu” from anonymous

Eetu x Na’vi reader

No warnings.

Avatar: frontiers of Pandora fan fiction

No use of y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person.

Translations:

Ma’yawntu - my beloved / my loved one

Honatsyìp - “hona” adorable/cute/endearing “Tsyìp” little, usually

taronyutsìp - little hunter

Ma’ Txe’lan - my heart

Ma’ - My / Mine

You had been busying yourself around the home tree today. You flitted na’vi to na’vi, doing whatever they had asked you to do. You helped the weavers make new clothes, helped Relun with ingredients for his special meals of which he gifted to you, after your hard work. Nefika praised you, grinning at you like a proud mother as she stroked your arm while you stood with her. “You are truly a gift, Ma’Yawntu.” Her and her sweet pet names. You’d roll your eyes at it if you hadn’t picked it up from being around her so often, because you had noticed you started calling many people yawntu, Honatsyìp, and the like. You smiled bashfully at her, casting your gaze to the ground for a moment.

“Thank you, Nefika.” You managed to say. The woman smiled brightly and squeezed your shoulder affectionately “my little Sarentu is growing up so quickly! Go, don’t let me hold you back. You’re very popular.” You furrowed your brows in confusion to her comment, and she tilted her head towards the few scattered na’vi waiting for your assistance, and among them you spotted the hunter Eetu. He was smiling at you, a sort of sweet and yet cocky grin that had you returning the smile, offering a small wave before dismissing yourself from Nefika’s side. You greeted the na’vi who called your name sweetly and asked for a favor, however your focus was on Eetu. He knew too, as he watched you stride past the other na’vi, trying not to be whisked away by another mountain of requests.

Upon finally reaching him, you gestured a greeting, as he did the same. “I see you, Eetu.” You said, broad smile resting over your lips, your eyes crinkling slightly. He returned the gesture, bowing his head slightly “I see you.” He only looked away for a moment before his eyes met yours again. Eetu’s eyes were brilliant, a soft golden that was stunning in the current lighting, always glistening with some sort of mischief. You dropped your hand down to your side and asked “I haven’t seen you all day, what have you been up to?” He hummed softly in reply at first and leaned in, giving his signature smirk.

“Were you looking for me?” Eetu asked, and you rolled your eyes, somehow expecting his response. You shook your head slightly and turned your gaze away, looking off into the distance towards the bustling entrance of the home tree. He moved into your view once more, tilting his head, his braided hair falling slightly, as if saying ‘look at me.’ You chuckled and crossed your arms “you can’t answer a question with a question, Eetu.” You simply told him, raising your brow at him. He laughed, straightening up and dusting off the imaginary dirt off of his hands.

“Okay, okay.” He started, crossing his arms. “I haven’t been doing much. I try to stay out of your way when you’re, you know…” he motioned to you, and then out to no where specific. He meant bouncing back and forth between tasks like a butterfly. Unable to make up your mind and unable to stand still. You let out an airy laugh and nodded “well.. I’m not doing ‘you know’ing” you put up air quotations, making fun of him playfully “anymore, would you like to go out hunting with me later?” You asked. Usually, when you and he needed to get away he would take you hunting. However today he shook his head, his smile faltering just slightly, looking almost apologetic “I can’t. I’m sorry taronyutsìp.” He rested his hand against your upper arm.

You shook your head, gently placing your hand over his. “Don’t be.” You offered a sweet grin and pat his hand “later, then.” He nodded, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder before turning away, going to busy yourself once more.

You’d lost track of time, and now you find yourself helping one of the hunters with their bow. He sat next to you on the rock you perched yourself on, his legs dangling beneath him as he watched you string the bow. “You have to take care of your bow.” You scolded light heartedly, glancing over at him. He laughed, shrugging “It was an old string. It was bound to happen. I’m glad you’re here to help me.” He said, gently nudging your shoulder in thanks. You hummed in response, an amused, sweet noise.

Eetu had been looking for you, and now he stood off to the distance, close enough to hear the conversation. His ears flicked with irritation, his fingers fidgeting with the string of his own bow strapped across his chest. He wanted to take you up on your offer once more now that he was free, but he had stopped himself upon seeing you and the other na’vi sharing teasing words and playful laughter. You had pulled back his bow to figure out why he said it felt wrong, and the string snapped sharply as you pulled it back almost immediately.

Upon finishing, you slid down the rock and landed carefully, waiting for him to join you. The hunter jumped down, and you offered him his bow, however he reached past it and now hovered his hand over the irritated mark the string left against your skin, the blue skin there turning a bright purple ish blue. He frowned “I didn’t even notice.” Eetu did. He noticed the way you flinched when the string snapped against your arm and how you sucked in air to avoid yelping from surprise. But of course, this na’vi knew nothing. You brushed his hand away however he reached for you again, and that’s when Eetu took it upon himself to march himself over.

“I’m fine.” You dismissed it, and the hunter sighed almost frustratedly “let me help you, I-“ his gaze flicked next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked to your right and found Eetu, a smile that seemed sweet plastered over his lips but you could sense some kind of maliciousness in it. “Ta’pan.” Eetu greeted the hunter, and turned to you. His eyes filled with worry and he pulled your arm towards him, “that looks like it’ll bruise, taronyutsìp.” You paused at his sudden forwardness, pulling you closer and running his fingers over your arm gingerly. You gently pushed him away and turned to Ta’pan giving him his bow and instructing him to be more careful with his weapons age.

Ta’pan greeted Eetu, and you felt the hunter to your right wrap his arm around your waist “I expect you can hunt by yourself? I taught you better.” He almost scolded the hunter. Ta’pan hesitated, “I’d like to help with..” Eetu slightly waved his hand and then turned back to your still outstretched forearm, examining the irritated skin once more. “You need to be more careful.” He clicked his tongue at you and ran his thumb against your un-injured skin, gentle and firm at the same time. You felt more than confused as he examined you, he had never been worried like this before. You glanced at Ta’pan and said “I can join you later-“

“Ah.” Eetu cut you off and looked up to you “you have plans with me later. We need to go out hunting together. And, it’ll be a little delayed until we get this all better.” He was teasing you. You swore he was. You sighed softly and turned to the hunter to your left and smiled apologetically, and before you spoke Eetu pulled you in the opposite direction, your arm looped in his and his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, guiding you. You leaned into him, “m’yawntu, what-“ he glanced at you and hummed softly. “Is it so wrong I want to spend time with you?” Then he cocked a brow up “yawntu?” You rolled your eyes and put your hand in his face, making him laugh “okay, I won’t.” “Good.” You couldn’t help but grin, looking away to hide it.

As he said, he’d helped you carefully apply ointment to lessen the sting and calm the swelling for the future, and he stayed there for a while, his thumb running over your forearm, massaging it. “Eetu.” You called to him. His tail had moved from your waist to around your ankle. He hummed in response, glancing up into your eyes, brows furrowed. “It’s fine now.” You chuckled, pulling your arm out of his grasp and using your thumbs to smoothen out the skin between his brows and then ran them over his forehead “you’ll get wrinkles.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his face, his shoulders visibly dropping.

“You should’ve come to find me.” He muttered, his hand going to settle around your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek. You hummed “you told me you were busy.” “Still.” He insisted, “it’s better than him being all over you like that.” You made an incredulous expression and he opened his eyes, letting out an amused sigh. “Are you jealous? Ouuuh…” you joked, however he nodded, tightening his grip around your wrist. “If I am?” He asked softly. You looked confused, “what is there to be jealous about? Why would you be jealous anyways-“

“I call you ma’ txe’lan for a reason.” He said suddenly, pulling your hand from his face, his expression more serious than you’d ever seen it before. “Ma.’” He repeated ‘my’ and leaned forward, his ears flicking slightly “come to me even when I tell you I’m busy. It’s better than a guy sabatoging his own bow string to get you to fix it and you end up getting hurt.” He said, his insistent tone rising every word. Your heart fluttered against your chest, your stomach did flips, you had no words. He was never this forward. Sarcastic flirting, maybe, playful affection, the occasional forehead peck if you weren’t feeling well. This was something entirely different. It was strange. But you wouldn’t admit that you liked him being so forward, at least out loud.

You sighed softly, relenting “alright. I’ll come to bug you even if you’re beyond busy. Drowning in work. You won’t get rid of me. How’s that?” You teased, and his serious expression eased up, melting into a soft familiar smile “hmm. Perfect.” He agreed, leaning forward and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist, his forehead against your shoulder. “What a baby.” You hummed, rubbing his back with your nails carefully. He almost purred at the sensation, shifting closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Let’s stay like this a while. For health reasons.” He made an excuse. You smiled and rolled your eyes, shaking your head but pressing it against his “health reasons, of course.”

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megumimania · 8 months

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Hey!! I love ur jjk writing and I was wondering if I could ask for Geto! Some fluff with his s/o and instead of nobody noticing his struggle, his s/o does and helps him though his hard time and then we never get a KFC heartbreak 😀 anyways thanks sm for all ur works they are great!

tysm anon and i love this idea sm!! hope i did it justice!! 🩷

warnings: angst to fluff, geto is my roman empire, geto deserves the world sorry!

there’s something off with your boyfriend and it’s bothering you.

over the past few weeks, your usually loving and caring boyfriend has become more distant and subdued. he’s still affectionate but you can tell it lacks the same loving sentiment that it once had. it’s like hes doing it out of obligation, not love. you’ve asked shoko and gojo but it seems like they haven’t noticed anything either, which makes you feel like you’re overthinking this, but there’s something that keeps telling you that whatever geto is going through is much more worse than being in a bad funk.

he barely talks to you anymore, often replying in grunts or little notes he sticks around the place, he barely eats and the signs of it are evident, his uniform being less flattering and his face becoming more gaunt. when you try to raise your concerns, he dismisses them instantly, often saying something along the lines of ‘im fine’ and ‘I’m not even that hungry anyways’ whilst kissing your cheeks as if that is supposed to calm down your anxieties about him. you’re currently losing the man you love right now, watching him waste away in front of you, while the world looks on.

you currently feel like you live in two separate worlds from each other, despite you both being in each other’s spaces all the time. it’s driving you insane how estranged you’ve become these past weeks, it’s like you’re living with a stranger. until one night you finally decide to bite the bullet.

“suguru, we need to talk.” you pat the space next to you, inviting him to join you on the couch. he does so reluctantly, taking a deep breath as he does so. “yes my love?” he says, playing with a loose string of clothing on your shirt.

“are you okay?” you finally ask. he stills for a moment and you’re hoping that he doesn’t take it the wrong way and shut you out of his life. geto’s shoulders finally relax as a strangled sob escapes his lips, “i watched her die right in front of me, y/n.” he puts his head in his hands as he tries to collect himself. “every time i close my eyes i see that moment—it was my job to protect her and i failed, y/n!”

“it’s never was and it will never be your fault, you’re just a kid.” you pull him into a hug, gently stroking his hair. geto crumbles under your touch and for the first time in weeks, all the dark thoughts racing through his head come to a standstill. it seems that the grief and anguish that came with losing riko renders him speechless, as he cries in your arms for what seems like hours. “you did what you could and that is enough.” you gently reassure him.

eventually he pulls away, eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying. “‘m sorry.” he murmurs, wiping his tears away. “i didn’t mean to mess up your shirt.” you take his hands into yours, looking into his eyes. “thats the least of my worries right now, i worry about you suguru, you don’t sleep or eat and it terrifies me that one day i’ll wake up and you’ll be—” ,you blink rapidly trying to stop your tears from falling, “gone.”

suguru’s heart lurches at the thought of that, of him being gone and you being left to pick up the pieces all on your own. so he wills himself to try—for his sake and your own, and so he does because he stupidly realises that is what love is about, the constant support and love that you’ll always have for one another which never wavers, no matter how many times be tried to keep you at arms length in order to protect you.

so he lets you wash his hair, his hair tangled and matted from weeks of not washing it, he lets you feed him, despite his protests. the intimacy of it all makes him realise how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life, that makes the unbearable days much more bearable.

and for first time in weeks, suguru geto goes to bed as a somewhat happy man.

#anon i hope i did this justice #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x yn #geto suguru #geto fluff #all he needed was love yall!#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #vina writes #vina writes: jjk #getou suguru #geto is my roman empire #songs for vi!

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thetriplets3 · 4 months

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I'm sorry if I confused you! I read the response wrong haha. Can I please request a fic, I know you like Matt more and I don't care if you do Matt or Chris

but one where Matt holds readers hand for the first time and it's all sweaty, but cute?

Thanks! 👙

sorry i’m just answering this now. this is my attempt at a blurb. a long blurb. also as i finished writing this i realized i didn't really do the request exactly sorry

❝𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝❞

the boys had invited me to go to the flea market with since i haven’t been able to go the past few times. i can’t help the feeling of anxiety that washes over me as i get ready. will it be busy? what if i get separated from the boys and can’t find them? i’m from a small town i’m not used to stuff like this what if i stick out like a sore thumb and everyone can tell i don’t belong here? i shake my hands out before walking into their house, announcing myself to let them know i’m here so we can leave right away as planned.

i’m first greeted by matt who’s sitting on the couch patiently ready for his brothers to hurry up. a wide smile graces his face as he stands up and makes his way to pull me into one of his comforting hugs.

“everything okay?” he quietly asks as his head rests atop mine, concern lacing his voice.

all i can manage to say back is a small “mhm i’m good” with a smile in attempt to cover up my nerves. he pulls away from the hug still holding me at arms length looking in my eyes for any uncertainty and anxiety.

“it’ll be a good day i’m glad you’re finally able to come with us. i knew the first time we went that you’d love some of the stuff they have” he says with a smile before turning towards the stairs to yell at his brothers to get downstairs. waiting for them to come down my eyes look anywhere but at matt and i fidget with my finger twisting the bottom of it around realizing i forgot to put my rings on.

nick and chris come barreling towards me embracing me in a quick hug before we head to the car.

“are you looking for anything in particular?” chris turns to ask once he gets situated in his seat.

“no just whatever catches my eye” i softly reply.

as we drove around in circles trying to find an empty parking spot i could feel my breathing slightly pick up seeing how many cars there were. my eyes meet matt’s in the rear view mirror. i watch as his brows furrow ever so subtly not wanting to draw attention to our silent conversation of him scanning my face and wordlessly asking if i’m okay. i send him a small nod and a closed lip smile letting him know i’m fine. or at least that’s what i’m trying to convince him and myself. we all get out of the car and head towards where the booths are. i’m a few steps behind the boys trying to collect myself and my thoughts as i shake my hands out and let out a deep breath. i’m interrupted from my thoughts as i feel a warm hand in mine that’s quickly replaced by a cold feeling and fingers linking mine making my eyes snap up.

“just so ya know kid, the darting, wide eyes, the chewing on your upper lip, the hand shaking, heavy sighs, the antsy shifting, and fidgeting with your fingers doesn’t say ‘i’m good’” he says just loud enough for me to hear in a joking manner with an undertone of concern.

seeing the tears build in my eyes he squeezes my hand letting me know he’s here to listen. “i was so excited to come here but i just couldn’t help but think and worry about stupid thoughts and i let those thoughts get to me and then seeing how busy it is just made it worse. i just feel silly letting my thoughts get the best of me and ruin the things i look forward to you know?” my voice shakes.

“hey hey it’s okay deep breaths. you should have said something earlier i would have been able to help you. if you feel like it’s too much we can leave, or we can go look around and if at any point you wanna go we can, or you and i can just sit in the car and listen to music while nick and chris look around” he always knows what to say.

“do you mind if we sit in the car? ” i quietly ask, feeling guilty for ruining the plans.

“not at all because i get to spend time with you and that sounds even better than being around anyone else”

he sends nick a quick text telling him i don't feel good and that we're just gonna hang out in the car but tells them to take their time (wanting to spend more time with just you). getting yourselves settled in the car i lean my seat back so i can lie down knowing that'll make me feel better not having to see everything and everyone around me. matt follows my actions, turning his body to face mine with a big closed lip smile on his face. he pulls out his phone and scrolls looking for a specific playlist. my brows furrow briefly before turning soft as i hear my favorite song start playing. this isn't matt's taste in music and not a song i've ever heard on one of his playlists before. he must have been able to sense my confusion.

"i- uh i made a playlist with your favorite songs because i know you find them comforting and i thought it'd help calm you down when you're feeling anxious and i like listening to them, they remind me of you" he says not letting you see the name he gave the playlist.

my heart melts at his admission. i didn't think he remembered something so small, i mean he knows my favorite artists but i didn't know he paid attention to the specific songs that were my favorite, let alone care enough to make a playlist to help me. such a sweet gesture that makes my heart flutter. i reach my hand out resting it on the center console, taking the hint he intertwines his fingers with mine giving them a subtle squeeze.

"thank you. for everything. i didn't think anyone paid attention to the things i say especially something so insignificant. i don't remember what i say half the time because it's usually nothing important" i say barely above a whisper.

"everything you say is important and significant to me. you're important to me and i see the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you love, of course i'm gonna pay attention and remember. seeing you happy is important to me" his volume matching mine. "i love you always have and always will, you're important to me"

i caught the way his pupils grew as they sparkled more than they usually do when he says i love you. he meant it differently this time.

"i love you matt" i confess, returning the sparkle. our eye contact is full of love and every unsaid emotion. his hand squeezes mine as he brings it to his lips.

"close your eyes and rest we might be waiting a while for them".

and we did just that with our hands intertwined and our feelings for each other out in the open.

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motion sickness

aemond targaryen x reader summary: aemond finds out what happens when his dotting neice leaves him alone - this was the requested one!! a/n: yall,,, okay. the thing is, i still love aemond and have so many ideas for him but the writing part is burning out for me which suckksss cause i wanna just keep writing for him but it's hard. this will probaly be my last fic for a while, and it's not even that good. i might be able to manage some headcanons hopefully but yeah. im sorry!!

“Hello, my prince.” You smiled taking a seat next to Aemond at one of the lookouts, “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?”

“A beautiful day for solitude, I believe.” Aemond replied not sparing you a glance.

“You’re always alone, uncle.” You replied, reaching for his hand. Sometimes he let you held his hand for a few moments before ripping it away.

This wasn’t one of those times, “How can I be alone when every where I look you are there in my shadow?”

You looked down and fiddled with your nails. Despite the pain his words always caused you, you took the punches just to be near him. He didn’t have many friends, you just wanted him to know you were always there for him.

“I always thought you liked my everlasting presence.” You laughed.

Aemond hated you laugh. He hated the way it made his chest feel warm and lighter at the same time. Hated the look in your eye that made him want to never look away.

“I tolerate it.” Is all he replied with his jaw clenched forcing himself not to look at you.

You only smiled sadly, “I will leave you to your solitude then, my prince.” You stood up and walked away, leaving Aemond relieved and upset.

—

“My prince, your niece is here to see you.” The maid announced at his doorway. Aemond sighed but signalled to let you in anyway.

“Thank you, Lyra.” You said to the maid who smiled back at you before leaving.

“You know the name of my handmaiden?” He asked, “I hope you know she is a good person. You shouldn’t harm her.”

You frowned, “You think I would hurt an innocent girl?”

“In the past you have not taken kindly too girls you think have gotten too close to me.” He reminded you.

Usually you would go and sit with him by the fireplace but you hadn’t moved from the doorway, “When we were children. I haven’t-I haven’t acted like that in a long while. Why do you still think of me that way?”

Aemond stood up and walked to meet you in the room, “Tell me then, my darling niece. If I told you that I took Lyra to bed most nights would it not make you boil over with jealousy?”

You breaths got shorter as his taunting words flew around your head. You had no idea if the words were true or only a means to hurt you. You cursed the tears that trickled down your cheeks, they only made Aemond smile with satisfaction.

“Now what’s the reason you interrupted my evening?”

“I just wanted to spend some time with you, uncle.”

“And you believed this is something I would want? To spend the few hours I have for myself with my bastard whore niece?”

You gasped at the crude insults. Aemond had never stooped so low before. You didn’t have a clever comeback or the urge to defend yourself, you only wanted to hide. So you ran out of the room and vowed never to return. You were stupid and foolish, just like your brother said every time he saw you pining for Aemond’s attention.

All you wanted was his love but it seemed you would never be enough for him. Perhaps it was time to finally start entertaining the suitors your mother always insisted you had so much of.

The same night you told your mother your new wishes, Aemond fisted his cock to the thought of you. Like he did every night. You looked so pretty when you cry, he relished in the fact that those tears were only for him. Aemond knew he was being cruel to you but it was the only he knew to keep you close. He had no idea why you were so infuriated with him and why no matter how hard he pushes you away, you never leave.

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The King and Queen we’re hosting the Starks who had travelled all the way from the north to meet with Princess Rhaenrya who was proposing a marriage between her daughter and heir and the young Stark lord, Cregan.

Your mother was well are of your feelings for Aemond so she did not tell you right away, fearing you would not understand what would this mean. To her delight, you had come to her wanting to do your duty in marry a good lord.

To your comfort, Cregan was ever the gentleman. He kissed you hand, referred to you as his lady, was a gracious guest and got along well with your brothers. Though you had heard many cautionary tales about men who played the part of loving betrothed until the wedding night and then showed their true colours. Even with those warnings in my mind, you still basked in the attention.

“Would you care to dance my lady?” Cregan asked offering you his hand.

“Of course my lord.” You replied, taking his hand in yours and letting him lead you.

Aemond didn’t even try to hard his glare watching you dance with Cregan. Over the last two weeks he had seen you less and less. You didn’t come by his chambers anymore or seek him out when he was in the red keep. Unlike what he always said to you, he did not find any comfort in your absence.

He knew you were avoiding him after what he last said to you and it was driving him crazy. His growing frustration came to fruition when his mother informed him that the Cregan Stark was coming to marry his niece and that they would be moving to Dragonstone after. He was panicked at the thought of never seeing you again.

“Pardon me, I would like to steal my niece for a dance.” Aemond said with a tight smile as he was already taking you hand off Cregan’s shoulder.

“Uncle, don’t be rude.” You said, embarrassed. You didn’t want to scare off Cregan, your mother told you that the Starks though the Targaryen customs we’re unnatural and Aemond wasn’t exactly helping.

Cregan only smiled and told you he would check on you later. Aemond rolled his eye, why does a total fucking stranger need to check on his niece?

“I haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart.” Aemond said as moved you to the beat of the music.

“I was giving you what you always wanted. I thought you to be thrilled but alas, nothing I ever do, including your exact instructions will ever be enough for you.” You replied, looking over Aemond’s shoulder.

He sighed, “I am only a man one year older than yourself, I am afraid I don’t always know what I want and perhaps have acted hasty in my pushing you away.”

You turned over his words in your head; the truth that was always there, hidden under his harsh gaze or the sweet words of the devil who wants only to lure you back in his control?

“How lucky for you to have this epiphany when I’m days away from being married to another.” Was you reply, looking him in the eyes.

“I will only consider myself lucky if you end this engagement to the northern cunt and agree to be my wife.” Aemond asked you.

You gasped, “You can’t say things like that at my engagement party, uncle. What if Cregan heard you?”

“I hope he did.” He held your wrist in a death grip when he felt you trying to pull away. He leaned into your ear to whisper, “You are my mine, my sweet niece. It’s what you’ve always wanted right?”

“Yes. For so long but I am afraid it’s too late, my prince. Lord Stark will make a fine husband and I am to honour him.” You stood you ground. Still trying to remove your hand from his grasp but he wasn’t having any of it, the crazed look in his eye growing.

“You’ve had your fun, you’ve avoided me for weeks, made me feel what for your absence does to me and now I know I will not be without you ever again so stop being acting like you’re actually going to fucking marry the Stark because I swear if you do I’ll-“

“Aemond!” Alicent’s voice rang through the hall. Aemond hadn’t realised the music had stopped and his voice had raised and everyone heard what he had said.

You looked to Cregan, who only respectfully looked to the floor, your mother who had fire in her eyes. You finally were able to break free of Aemond’s hold and ran out the door. “Wait!” Aemond called your name as he followed you out the hall.

“My love, please slow down.” He called out to you. My love. How many nights have you dreamed of him calling you that? Now the first time he does, its in the aftermath of utterly humiliating you in front of your family and betrothed.

“I am not your love, I am not your anything.” You turned around to face him.

“Don’t say that, beautiful. Please.” He held your hands in his once again, rubbing his thumb over yours. “I know. I know- I have been nothing but good to you but, please believe me it was only because I couldn’t come to terms with how someone as beautiful and kind as you could ever love someone like me. I am not good enough for you, you always shadowing me around was just reminder of that. I couldn’t handle it, it was easier to push you away.”

You took a few breaths, “Marrying Cregan is what my mother wants.”

“What do you want?” He asked, kissing your knuckle after. Aemond definitely believed that over-compensating for the lack of affection he has shown you will help win your favour.

You just shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. I have to do my duty as heir.”

“I can’t let you marry him, [name.] I won’t let anyone take you away from me, you-“

Suddenly your mother was calling out your name, marching towards you and ripping you away from Aemond, “Mother please-“

“You are never to see my daughter again, do you understand? I will have my husband cut out your other eye if you do.” Rhaenrya threatened.

“Mother!” You gasped. It had not phase Aemond in the slightest, he was prepared for the complication that was his whore half-sister.

“In fact sweet sister, I think it’s the the other way around. Keep me from taking [name] to wife and I’ll take you’re sons eye in return.” Aemond said, words dripping with confidence.

Rhaenrya clenched her jaw and sucked a deep breath in. All the small council meetings she’d listened in on hadn’t prepared her for this moment. “Nothing has to be decided in this moment. [Name,] I will walk you to your chambers.”

Aemond didn’t let go of your wrist before kissing your hand, “I will see you in the morrow, my love.” He promised, a smirk on his face as he watched you walk off with your mother.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon imagines

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ak5chi · 7 months

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don’t talk to… ‘strangers’?

goro akechi x fem!reader

a few tags: exes to.. perhaps lovers? reader has a sister [S/N], high school setting (reader is third year as well as akechi)

author’s notes: hi!! this is my first xreader fic that i’ll be posting . i have a shitton but they’re all not finished or i haven’t revised them. i mean this isn’t proofead either but wtv

i just want to say I WANT TO SEE AKECHI WITH A KID. he’s so cute... i always thought he’d have a soft spot for them regardless if we’re talking about third sem akechi or his prince era. but anw enjoy this

also i had just returned to tumblr after SO LONG so i’m rly sorry if my writing’s so?!?! i just spedran this lol

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High school has been terribly stressful for you. Not a single day where you aren’t able to have a good night’s sleep or even play your favorite game for at least an hour. Thankfully, you were given a two-week break to at least rewind or spend time with your families. Considering you’ve been living at a dorm for the past months since you moved schools, away from home.

Today, you were strolling around Shibuya, along with your younger sister. You had missed her quite a lot, considering how the two of you have been away from each other for a long time. She’s also hugged you tightly prior, so it seemed like she’s also missed her older sister as well. You both had a good bond with each other.

The two of you enjoyed each other’s company well. Your sister was filled with excitement as she jumped around and cheered. You couldn’t help but smile as well, it was the first time in a long time that you were able to enjoy a moment like this.

That, until…

“[S/N]?!!”

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“Uh,” A little girl approaches Akechi, who’s currently checking the time as he stands outside of the train station.

“Hello—“ Akechi had greeted back, but a confused expression formed in his face as soon as he looked below him.

“…” The little girl doesn’t speak. She only grips on Akechi’s clothes.

“Ah,” Akechi kneels down to her height, slowly placing his briefcase down. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Where’s your mom?”

“…No..” She pouts. “Big… My big sis..”

“Your big sister?” Akechi responds.

Tears started to form in the girl’s eyes, “…I ran away.. now I can’t find her..”

“Do you recall the last place you were in before you got lost?” Akechi pats her back to reassure her that he will help her.

“T’was just outside… with many people… I’m so… scared…”

Akechi pats her head and wipes her tears. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find her, okay?”

She nods, and a smile forms in her face. The two of them had began walking, Akechi accompanying her. as they both make their way to look for the little girl’s sister.

“What’s your name, mister?” The girl asks.

“You can call me.. Akechi.” Akechi replies.

“OK! Thank you for helping me, Akechi-kun!”

Akechi smiles back at her, “Don’t worry about it.” He then questions, “What’s the name of your big sister? Perhaps I know her.”

“[Reader]..”

Akechi’s eyes widen at the mention of your name, and had remained silent for a moment. Before speaking, he shook his head. “Ah, I don’t know her.”

“Do you think she will find me…?”

“Yes, I’m sure of it.” Akechi smiles down at her, as he holds her hand. The girl seemed to be hopeful now that she’s less nervous.

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Evening had passed already, and you still haven’t seen your little sister. You felt even more anxious because what if someone had taken her away? You felt so nervous and blamed yourself for not looking after her more.

You had asked every store owner of the shops in the underground mall if they’ve seen a little girl with the clothes your sister wore, but it seemed like none of them didn’t. The same problem in central street—none of them had seen her.

The people in central street decreased, which made you even more nervous because your sister is still nowhere to be found. You felt disappointed at yourself, as you walked, until…

“Do you like this?” A familiar voice is heard from the distance.

“Yes! My sister introduced me this!” Another voice which seemed to be similar to your sister’s was heard. It could be heard from outside the bookstore.

Your head immediately tilted as you looked to your right—It was your sister, and… your past lover.

“[S/N]?!” You froze on the spot, felt like crying out of anxiousness. The two individuals looked at you at the same time.

“Big sis!!!!” Your sister ran outside towards you, hugging you from below.

“[S/N]! Are you alright?!” You patted her back and kneeled down to her height, comforting her as well before she started crying.

“Shhh…” You patted her head, “It’s fine, I’m here now, I’m sorry.”

“No! I’m sorry, sis… I ran away.. I’m a bad person…”

“No, no you’re not! I should’ve looked after you more. If I had paid attention, you wouldn’t be lost..” You comforted her, and smiled after. “At least you’re safe, don’t think too much about it, okay?”

While the two of you had your sibling moment, Akechi couldn’t help but smile. He never knew that you had a younger sibling. During you and his’ past relationship, you had never brought up that you had a sibling at all. Although, whatever he’s witnessing right now, it makes him happy.

She nods in response. “Also,” You slowly stood up as she continues to grip on your clothes and continue to comfort her.

You look away. “…Thank you, Goro.”

“It’s nothing.” Akechi smiles. “I didn’t know you had a younger sister? She’s actually just like you. You take care of her well.”

“…” You averted your gaze, flushed from what he had just said.

“…Forget it—“

“Big sis!” Your sister who was just crying, is now suddenly patting you continuously, “I’m sorry… for talking to strangers, but Akechi-kun is a good person! He helped me, he didn’t hurt me! He even bought me this book! Isn’t this the one you like?”

Your eyes widened, Akechi bought your sister… the book you like?!

You felt embarrassed, “I-I have to pay you, I was—“

Akechi insists, “No, Isn’t this the one you wanted since last year?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Then keep it, you don’t have to pay me.” Akechi pats his clothes before leaving, “I have to leave now, for work.”

“Awww…” Your sister pouts. “Will we see each other again, Akechi-kun?”

“Maybe.” Akechi kneels down to her height, “Promise me you’ll behave and be a good girl to your sister, okay?”

“Yes!” Your sister replies cheerfully. You didn’t even realize you were smiling already.

Akechi then stands up and greets you good bye. But before leaving, he gently takes your arm and whispered to you something unexpected.

“Can we meet tomorrow, at Kichijoji? Perhaps at Jazz Jin, the place we used to always spend time together.”

#goro akechi #goro akechi x reader #akechi goro #akechi goro x reader #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader

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legolasbadass · 2 months

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Office Hours, Part 31

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague.

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: E

A/N: Hi everyone! It feels like I blinked and suddenly I haven't updated this story in over 7 months, ooops 🙈 I moved abroad and went back to school in September to start a postgraduate degree, so I've had very little time to write over the past few months. I hope you can all forgive me and are still interested in Lorelei and Richard's story! If you are, I've tried to make this chapter extra special... 😈

Before I know it, the spring break is over, and I am drowning in emails, deadlines, and assignments to correct. Thankfully, however, the telltale signs of summer bloom across Oxford as the term unfolds. The air, once crisp, now carries a gentle warmth, accompanied by the hum of bees and the fragrance of blooming flowers along the banks of the River Cherwell, which beckons scholars and locals alike to punting excursions. Days lengthen, inviting late-night strolls through narrow cobblestone streets while the evening sky blends into hues of soft pastels. The fast-approaching exams threaten the leisurely atmosphere of the city, but when I walk through the sunlit streets with Richard’s hand holding onto mine, I feel as though time stands still; there are no exams, no piles of unmarked essays on my desk, and Richard is here, and he is not leaving. Not now. Not ever.

I try to be happy and excited for him—I am—but with each passing day, it becomes harder and harder to imagine being thousands of miles away from each other. But we have many things to look forward to; in a few days, we will officially be on summer holiday, and I will move in with Richard. That is what I need to focus on. His imminent departure looms over us, but it does not change the fact that we love each other and are determined to make this work. A year ago, I was offered a lecturer post at Exeter College. It was more than I had ever dreamed of, and I thought life could not get any better. Little did I know I would meet Richard and fall in love with him. The past few months have been a whirlwind, and it still surprises me how fast things have progressed between Richard and me—how quickly he has come to mean the world to me. The thought of losing him terrifies me, but we have been through so much already, so I have to believe that we can get through this next year.

“Lorelei?” A knock and a familiar rumbling voice pull me back to the present moment.

Richard stands in the doorway to my office, one hand resting against the aged wooden frame as he smiles at me. The unbuttoned collar of his white shirt draws my attention to his throat and the patch of hair peeking through. Just like the first time we met.

“Hey,” I say with a smile.

“Lost track of time?”

“What?”

“It’s half past four.”

“Oh,” I breathe out as I glance at the time on my phone. “Sorry—I completely lost track of time, yeah. Hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long.”

Richard shakes his head as I throw my laptop and notebooks into my bag, then rush to the door, but he blocks the way with his arm. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” I reply, smiling at the concern in his voice. “Just have a lot of things on my mind.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and the tender look in his eyes tells me he is thinking of kissing me, but the hallways are busy with students and professors, all rejoicing at the end of the term.

“Good or bad things?” he asks, his hand lingering on my jaw for a moment longer than it should in this environment.

“A little bit of both,” I reply, but when he merely continues to watch me, I sigh. “There’s still so much to do before the move. I haven’t packed any of my clothes or anything from the kitchen—”

“Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you pack. Don’t worry about that.” I nod and offer him a grateful smile. Then he frowns. “That’s not what’s bothering you.”

Sometimes, I wish he did not know me so well. “It’s just the move combined with research deadlines and all the exams I’ll have to correct in a few days,” I say, not wanting to bring up the true cause of my discomfort. I do not want him to feel guilty—he should be excited about this research opportunity, and he deserves nothing less than my unwavering support. “Have you gotten any news on that flat you were interested in?” I ask a few moments later as I lock the door to my office before walking towards the main staircase, trying to appear unphased.

“Not yet, but it’s still early in Boston so maybe I’ll get some news later.”

“Right,” I say with a smile, but it hits me all over again that we will not only be separated by an ocean but by time as well, and the thought of needing to wait hours for a text or call from him when he wakes up each day claws are my heart.

“So I told Michael about Harvard’s offer.”

“How did he take it?” I ask, knowing this was difficult for him as they have been friends and colleagues for many years.

“He took it well. I mean—it’s not like he could do anything if he didn’t like the idea of me leaving for a year; I’m allowed to take time off from teaching for research. That being said, he told me he was happy for me and that it would be great for the department and the college to have one of their professors working with a famous scholar like Stanley Griffin.”

“Just as great as it is for Harvard to have one of their professors working with you, I imagine,” I say, looking up at him.

Richard chuckles skeptically. “Lorelei, he’s Stanley Griffin.” He speaks the scholar's name almost as if he were talking about Shakespeare himself. “His anthologies are used in most English departments.”

“Well, only one of you is a professor at what is arguably the most prestigious university in the world.”

“I guess,” he replies with a sheepish smile that warms my heart.

The sun burns bright in the sky above the dreaming spires, casting long shadows on the cobblestone beneath our feet as we walk through the main quadrangle toward Broad Street. All around us, students rejoice in their newfound freedom, lounging at cafes, iced coffees in hand, discussing summer plans while cyclists whizz by, their wheels clicking against the cobbled paths.

“I can’t believe it’s so warm and sunny today and we have to spend the whole evening indoors for the staff party,” I groan as I step into Richard’s car, throwing my bag on the backseat.

“We don’t have to go,” he says, closing his door and buckling his seatbelt.

“Of course we have to go.”

“Lorelei, these things tend to be really dull. They call it a party but it’s just a room full of tired academics who’d rather be at home or locked in their offices, and they serve ridiculous canapés that leave you starving at the end of the evening. Although, admittedly, there’s always an open bar.”

“Alright, then let’s stop and get burgers on the way and stay close to the bar for the duration of the not-so-party party.” Richard chuckles as he steers out of the parking spot. “Come on, our presence is expected. And it might be the last time you get to see some of our colleagues before you leave.”

He does not say anything for a while, then he reaches out to squeeze my thigh, and I know he, too, is thinking of the long months of loneliness ahead.

In an attempt to change his mind, I intertwine our fingers and smirk as I say, in a light, sing-songy voice, “I bought a new dress for the occasion that I think you’ll really like. It’s navy, and sleeveless—I just hope it’s not too short…”

Richard shakes his head but fails to hide his smile. “I see what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” As we stop at a red light, Richard notices my expression and sighs. “Alright, let’s go to the stupid party—but we’re not staying too late.”

***

It took longer than expected to get ready at my flat. Despite agreeing to attend the event, Richard prevented me from getting dressed with languid kisses and lingering caresses, but eventually, we managed to tear ourselves from each other and leave.

The city is submerged in the sun’s golden farewell to the day when Richard and I arrive at an imposing, Jacobean-style mansion near The Queen’s College, and as we walk through the tall wooden doors and into the main hall, I cannot help but gasp and look up at the ceiling high above us, causing Richard to chuckle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, squeezing my hand as he leads me toward the grand staircase.

I nod. “I think I’d prefer to just walk around the building instead of going to the party,” I begin playfully, but Richard shakes his head.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he says, letting go of my hand to hold my back and push me forward. “You practically dragged me to this thing so you better not leave me for even a second.”

I bite back a smile. “What if I need to go to the loo?”

Richard chuckles. “Okay, you’re not leaving me except to go to the loo.”

The hubbub of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as we step into the grand room lit by the setting sun and the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the frescoed ceiling. I spot familiar faces in the crowd while we make our way to the bar, but most people I do not know, so I am grateful for Richard’s reassuring presence, and I already dread having to attend events like these without him next year.

“So here we are,” Richard says dispassionately after we order drinks. “Now do you believe me for saying these things are boring?”

I shake my head in amusement, then bite my lips, suddenly feeling shy.

“What is it, sweetheart? You’re blushing,” he points out with a curious smile.

Hesitantly, I lean in and speak in a soft voice only he can hear. “Would it be less boring if I told you I’m not wearing knickers?”

Richard laughs, but then he catches my eyes and gulps heavily. “Are you—you’re really not—?”

I shake my head, slowly gaining confidence as his eyes darken. He laughs again, the sound deeper and hoarser, telling me exactly how he feels about my styling choice.

“This is a work event!” he playfully chastises me, and I giggle as he brings a hand to my back.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure this party wasn’t too dull for your tastes.”

He smirks. “I now suspect I’ll be feeling unwell or tired rather soon and you’ll have to bring me home earlier than planned.”

“Oh, yes? And how will we spend the rest of the evening once we’re back home?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Well, for starters, you’ll take off that lovely dress and bend over—”

Heat rises up my neck, and I nearly choke on my drink when, just at that moment, someone calls out to us, forcing us to pull apart suddenly.

“Richard, Lorelei!” Professor Bennett greets us with a kind smile. “I was beginning to wonder if maybe you wouldn’t be joining us.”

Richard glances at me, a cheeky grin illuminating his slightly red face, before turning back to Professor Bennett. “Last-minute outfit crisis,” he replies teasingly, squeezing my waist.

I shake my head, trying to ignore the tingling in my belly caused by his last words to me.

“And this is what you landed on?” Professor Bennett says playfully as he looks Richard up and down, causing me to laugh.

“Well, not everyone has your fashion sense, Michael,” Richard responds with a chuckle.

“Maybe we should start being evaluated on that; that way, I might stand a chance against you and win the teaching award for once.”

Smiling, I look up at Richard and then back at Professor Bennett. “Richard was voted favourite Professor again?”

“He sure was!” he says, raising his glass to Richard.

“How amazing!” I exclaim, momentarily resting my hand on Richard’s chest. “Congrats, love!”

Richard’s grateful smile is made all the more endearing by the faint blush blooming on his cheeks.

“But don’t tell anyone—I haven’t sent out the official announcement yet.”

Professor Bennett then turns to greet a passing colleague, so I lean into Richard. “I know one person who for sure voted for you,” I whisper with a teasing smile, thinking of Jane Taylor and the stars in her eyes when she speaks to him.

“Shut up,” he responds, though he fails to hide his smirk as he pinches my waist, causing me to giggle.

“Hey, there you are!” Natasha’s familiar voice interrupts us, and I turn to see her squeezing her way around a couple of Ph.D. students. We all greet her, but then she notices Richard and seems to hesitate for a second before she says, “Apparently, congratulations are in order!” Richard smiles shyly. “Working with Stanley Griffin—that’s exciting!”

“Yeah, it is,” Richard replies with a nod, though he momentarily tightens his hold on me.

“I must say, thank God for you, Lorelei,” Professor Bennett begins, causing me to frown in curiosity, “under different circumstances, I’d be worried about losing Richard to Harvard forever, but I know as long as you’re in Oxford, he’ll be coming back,” he says with a fond smile.

I chuckle, then try to come up with a playful response, but I cannot ignore the heaviness in my heart. How can I miss him already when he is still here, holding me tight?

Thankfully, Richard steps in. “Don’t worry, Michael, you won’t even get a chance to miss me. I’ll be coming back periodically to check in on my postgrad students—that sort of thing…”

“Yes, sure. For the students, of course,” Professor Bennett says teasingly, and from the corner of my eyes, I notice Richard staring at me longingly, and heat rises to my cheeks.

As they continue to joke around, Natasha catches my eye and gestures for me to follow her. I reassure Richard I will be right back, then step aside, concerned by the frown on her face.

Once we are far enough from the others, she reached out to caress my arm and asks, “How are you feeling?”

I gulp, suddenly understanding her previous hesitation. “I’m fine.”

She nods slowly, biting on her lower lip. “So he’s leaving for a year…”

I nod, struggling to gather the strength to respond in words.

“That must be really tough for you.”

“Yeah, it is, but… we’ll make it work.”

“So you guys aren’t—aren’t breaking up or anything, are you?”

“Oh, no!”

She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God! When I heard the news earlier today all I could think of was…” She trails off and laughs nervously. “You guys can make it work. I know you can.”

I smile. “Yeah, I hope so.” Then my smile widens. “Actually, I’m moving in with him.”

“Really?” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up in genuine happiness.

“Yes! We want to make the most of the time we have together before he leaves, and this makes it a little easier to reassure ourselves that we’ll get through this together.”

Natasha nods and squeezes my arm. “I’m so happy for you two!”

“Thanks,” I reply, grateful for her friendship. Then I notice Richard eyeing me from the bar, but before I can say anything, Natasha smiles in understanding.

“Alright, go back to your man,” she teases. “I just really wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll go see if I can find Sarah somewhere.”

I give Natasha a quick hug before making my way back toward Richard, who is now conversing with two men I do not know. As soon as he notices me, he excuses himself from the conversation and, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulls me slightly to the side of the bar, away from prying ears.

“Everything okay?” he asks in concern.

“Yeah, Natasha just wanted to check in and make sure I was alright given… you know…”

Richard nods, then looks down at me with an exaggerated pout. “You left me alone when you said you wouldn’t.”

“So needy,” I tease as I rest a hand against his solid chest, my fingers absently playing with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “You were talking with Michael so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, new rule: when we’re at an event and you tell me you’re not wearing any knickers, you have to stay within arm’s reach.”

I burst out laughing, though heat rises to my cheeks at his rumbled words. “Alright, I can abide by that rule.”

“You better.” He smirks before leaning in to kiss me. His lips are soft and warm against mine, sweetened by the wine he has sipped. I can feel passion simmering deep within him, and when I reluctantly pull away sometime later, all too aware of our surroundings, Richard groans quietly. He then takes one quick glance around the room before leaning in conspiringly. “I think we might be able to sneak out of here for a little bit,” he says in a quiet voice, then gulps, and I am momentarily distracted by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “You know, to explore the building like you wanted.”

“Right. To explore the building,” I repeat, smiling innocently. He finishes his drink in one big gulp, then winks as he takes my hand to lead me out of the crowded room.

The sound of our shoes against the polished stone floor echoes through the long hallway as we search for a more private place to continue the evening, failing to contain our laughter as we try door after door, in vain. We have nearly reached the other end of the building when we finally stumble upon an unlocked door. We cast furtive glances around us to make sure we are alone before slipping inside what turns out to be a small reading room with bookshelf-lined walls and a few rows of desks, illuminated only by the lamposts in the street below. The sweet, earthy scent of aged paper and leather-bound tomes fills the air, but then Richard wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, laughter lingering in his eyes, and the familiar smell of his cologne surrounds me. I can still hear echoes of the party in the distance, but it all disappears when, with a soft smile, Richard leans in to rest his forehead against mine. One of his hands is now tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head and pulling me closer as we share our breath, lingering in this moment, allowing ourselves to pretend that the rest of the world does not exist.

When he finally claims my lips in a hungry kiss, I let my eyes flutter close and, standing on my tiptoes, circle my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me as I drown in his passionate embrace, content to pretend that my only worry is knowing we will eventually need to pull apart for air. We move against each other out of instinct, ignoring the time and place, fuelled by an evening of flirting and lingering touches and our impending separation. He lets go of my lips to trace a path along my jaw, down my neck toward that sensitive spot below my ear, and the warmth of his tongue combined with the rasp of his beard sends heat spiralling down my spine. My hands are now buried in his hair, tugging on the soft curls, and he groans into my neck before reconnecting our lips.

Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifts me into his strong arms and sets me on one of the desks, spreading my legs apart with his body. Already, I ache for him; heat swirls through me, buzzing incessantly between my legs, and when he squeezes my left thigh with one of his large hands, I cannot help but buck towards him and whimper, the desperate sound of desire echoing through the room.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs against my lips, and a rush of arousal floods my core.

As his hand slides higher up my thigh and slips under my dress, I cannot help but chuckle. “Are we really doing this?”

Richard grins. “Don’t act innocent; you knew we’d end up in this situation the moment you decided not to wear knickers.” I giggle into the kiss at the deep, unbridled lust coating his words. “I can’t resist you.”

He pulls away just enough to watch my face as he teasingly slides two fingers over my folds, coating me in my arousal. Biting my lips, I wriggle on the desk to grant him better access, and when his fingertips brush against my clit, the whole room seems to pulse with the intensity of the pleasure tingling through me. Richard knows my body by heart now—he knows exactly where and how to touch me to have me panting in his arms in no time. He sets up a languid pace, alternating between drawing circles on my clit and slipping a long finger inside me, only allowing himself to increase the pace when I latch onto his shoulders, my hands pulling on his tweed blazer. My breath hitches in my throat when he slips two fingers inside me, crooking them and almost instantly finding the spot that has me arching my back and whimpering his name. My legs are now wrapped around him, my thighs pressing into him as he catches my mouth, taking the breath from my lungs and the moans from my lips.

My release washes over me in a dizzying wave, pulsing through every fibre of my being, leaving me hot and panting as I cling to Richard while he continues to pleasure me, not stopping until I collapse in his arms. A car horn echoes in the distance, reminding me of our surroundings. Even so, as I look up to meet Richard’s lust-darkened eyes, desire flares in me again, and the warm weight of his hardness pressing into my inner thigh reassures me that this is far from over. Licking my lips, I raise a hand to teasingly caress him through his trousers, revelling in the whimper he fails to hold back. One of his hands returns to my hair, gently tugging as I slowly reach for his belt buckle—

The door creaks open.

In an instant, Richard and I pull apart, and I hasten to tug my dress back in place and press my thighs together just as a security guard steps inside. His eyes flicker between Richard and me, his expression a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“Er, sorry, guys—this room is supposed to be closed. You can’t be in here.”

Too mortified to speak, I turn to Richard, and he smiles sheepishly at the security guard. “Apologies, we didn’t realize. I was just showing her around.”

The security guard nods, then steps back to let us pass. My face burns as we mumble apologies, but he walks away as quickly as he first appeared, leaving us to stand awkwardly outside the reading room.

“I guess we should stick to our offices,” Richard muses playfully.

My heart still hammering in my chest, I look up at Richard, biting my lip, but then my eyes drift down to the noticeable bulge in his trousers, and I burst out laughing.

“That man certainly won’t be losing any sleep trying to decipher what you meant by ‘showing me around’,” I giggle.

Richard looks down and tries, in vain, to adjust his trousers. “Do you think he noticed?”

“Well, I hope for his sake he doesn’t make a habit of staring at strangers’ crotches. But if he does, then yeah, he definitely noticed.”

“It’s all your fault,” he replies with a grin. Laughing, I wrap my arms around him and look up to meet his tender gaze, but he quickly takes my arms and reasserts a more appropriate distance between us. “You’re not helping.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle as I straighten his blazer, not wanting to let go of him.

“Oh, yes—you look very sorry.”

“How about I make it up to you instead?”

Richard grins. “Does that mean we get to go home?”

“Yeah, I think sneaking away sounds like a good plan.”

The ride back to my flat is filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. As soon as we arrive and lock the door behind us, he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, and I melt in his arms. His touch is tender and possessive, and with each kiss, each caress, we reassert our love for each other, surrounded by the boxes that signal the beginning of our new life together.

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 1 year

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Heyo, I was wondering if you could write a medic x reader who’s a psychologist? Basically they were someone else’s(probably scouts) therapist and when medic officially meets them he just falls head over heels.

Of course! This was fun to write! Sorry it took too long though.

A Bit Crazy (Medic x Psychologist! Reader) Tf2 x Reader One shot

As Jeremy’s therapist, it was my job to help him out the best I could. I recently became a therapist. The first thing I did was buy an office above one of Teufort’s corner grocery stores. Jeremy was my first and only patient. I was still new to the job. I wanted to know more about his issues and decided to visit his workplace, which seemed to be the source of most issues. I thought it was a good idea. I was very incorrect. I wasn’t expecting his workplace to be a battlefield. I guess that’s why he had so many issues. The moment I stepped into the base, I felt the chaos radiating. I did get the feeling someone was watching me the very moment I stepped into the base.

“Welcome to my home,” Jeremy said, opening the door for me. There was a gravelly scream erupting from the kitchen, followed by the explosion of an oven. I gripped my clipboard. This wasn’t the most suitable home to be living in. There was no order or sense of sanity. “Let me take you to the room you’ll be staying in.” I followed Jeremy through the hallway. My eyes glanced around, catching every little detail about this place. There was blood smeared over a pair of doors as well as bird poop and feathers. What kind of crazy psychopath lived there? The door slammed open. A man with feathers ruffled throughout his dark hair fell past the doors and onto the ground. A few doves flew out.

“Eh, are you alright, sir?” I asked.

“Bad idea,” Jeremy whispered. “If you thought I had problems, just wait until you meet Medic. He’s a loose cannon.” Jeremy took off in a sprint. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Sir, are you alright?” I asked again. The man lifted his head up from the floor. He stood up and dusted the feathers out of his hair.

“Did I do it?” he asked. “Did I make it?” What was he rambling about? He patted down his chest and stomach. “Just wondering, is this heaven?” he asked. “I was expecting more angelic beings, like you, and Tom Jones.” Did he call me an angelic being? Impossible. I was human. I haven’t died just yet.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” I replied. “May I ask what you’re rambling about?” The man smiled. His grin seemed a bit off, like he was insane. Maybe because of this workplace, he was indeed insane.

“I attempted to reach heaven,” he said. “I need to talk to the man in charge about my soul, er, souls. I’m running out and I owe someone else a big debt.” Processing this hurt my brain. What was he talking about? “Hmm, are you sure you’re not an angel?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Sorry sir, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m Jeremy’s therapist. I’m here to help him out.”

“C’mon doc, I’ve gotta show you your room!” Jeremy shouted. His yell echoed through the hallway.

“It seems there’s two doctors in the house,” the man said, grinning. “I’m a doctor as well. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as darling as you.” The compliment sent my heart pounding. He held out his hand, which was drenched in blood. I gasped. The sight was horrifying! But I didn’t say anything at all. I grinned sheepishly and scurried away without a word. “I’ll be seeing you then!” the doctor cried out.

*>/<*

The doctor would not leave me alone. He would sit close to me during meal times and try to hold my hand. Medic would bring me the strangest gifts, like bonesaws or bird feathers.. I was not that kind of doctor. He had to be dragged off to his job by his friend, the Heavy weapons guy. It was quite funny to hear his friends scold him like he was a child. I stayed in the base while Jeremy and his teammates left to do their work as mercenaries. I did not know that until recently. Then again, Jeremy was keeping secrets from me. I planned to spend a few more days before leaving. This household, if you could even call it that, was driving me a bit crazy. There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked. My eyes never left the pages of the book I was reading. The door opened and Medic popped his head in, with a big grin on his face.

“Are you available?” he asked. I looked at the clock on my stand. It was only five in the evening. I hadn’t done anything all day and I wasn’t going to let the evening be wasted. I closed the book.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” I asked. The doctor’s grin grew larger.

“Just wait and see,” he said. “You won’t regret it!”

*>/<*

I did regret it. I held a shovel in my hand, watching Medic dig up a grave. For what reason was he doing this? This was illegal! I tapped my fingers against the handle. Dirt was thrown upon the pile Medic dug up. He hummed happily, smiling all the way. His smile was a bit cute. I wasn’t afraid to think that, but it caught me off guard that I was thinking about Medic like that. Medic was watching me from the corner of his eye. He stuck the edge of the shovel in the ground and rested his arms on the handle. “May I ask what keeps you deep in thought?” he said. I blushed, breaking eye contact with him. Medic laughed and continued to dig.

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied.

“I saw you staring at me,” he said. “Did I have something on my face?”

“No,” I said. “I was lost in thought.” Medic pulled out a white bone from the dirt. He held it gingerly. “Ew,” I said, shrinking back from the bone. Medic smiled widely.

“I’ve been looking for this for months!” he exclaimed. “This belongs to the man’s skeleton I stole!” I shivered, knowing the story he mentioned. The food in my stomach churned and twisted around. This was disgusting. Medic noticed I was turning green around the gills. His smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m not a big fan of bones,” I replied. “Specifically, bones from people who might still be alive.” Medic threw the bone back into the ground. He climbed out of the hole. “What are you doing?” I asked. Medic wrapped both his arms around me. I blushed a little, gently pulling away. “Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said. The hug was not comforting, but it felt nice.

“Come on, let’s head home,” he said, taking my hand in his. I followed Medic back to his car, a small ambulance which needed a good paint job.

*>/<*

The car ride back home was exhausting. I counted every street light until I reached the fiftieth one. My eyelids were drooping. I was tired and ready to crawl into bed. Medic kept glancing at me the entire drive. He smiled every time our eyes made eye contact. Eventually, he parked the car in front of the base. I watched with a tired gaze as Medic got out of the car and walked around. He opened the door for me. “Permission to carry you to bed?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I tiredly answered. I unbuckled my seat. Medic gently placed both his arms under mine and dragged me off my seat. He then lifted my legs up, carrying me like a bride. I wrapped both my arms around his neck. “Are we there yet?” I asked. Medic chuckled.

“Not yet,” he replied. He opened the door by kicking it open. Jeremy and his friends were watching TV in the living room. No one said a word. Maybe it was because Medic was glaring at them, like he threatened to rip out their souls. We came upon my bedroom door. Medic placed me back on the ground and opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said, standing in the dark doorway. “I had fun tonight, even if it was a bit gruesome.” Medic smiled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed our time together,” he said. “Would it be alright to see you again?” I laughed.

“Silly, you see me all the time,” I answered. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking nervously around.

“I didn’t mean that,” Medic said. “I meant if you would go out with me again.” Soft red spread around my face, slightly warming my skin.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, smiling. Medic blushed deeply. I held out my hand, which he shook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I watched with a grin as he walked away. He was a bit crazy and that’s what I loved about him.

Random A/n: How many of you have thought of eating your hand whole?

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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We gave you a break from my art but not from my replies lol

Anonymous asked:

Will you draw more Scott Pilgrim content?

Not in the nearest future. Like I wrote in the post itself: we haven’t watched the show yet; and probably won’t for quite some time (I’m positive it’s not something we’d be able to recover from to jump back into twst). But Wallace’s anime design is adorable, so I really wanted to draw him with Todd. We’ll definitely watch it though, and then I might spam more art with them... or keep it to myself.

Anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, do you have like a genderbend tag or something to see all your works with the twisted boys as girls together 👀

I do! It’s not strictly about twst, but it’s the only thing I post nowadays, so it probably doesn’t matter: #genderswap

I do have quite a lot of drawings of twst boys as girlies, but we haven’t posted much of them… I hope we will one day. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

Do you think that Fem!Jamil would have less complaints than Regular!Jamil about those times where Kalim tries to dress her up? My guess is that she would simply see it as Fem!Kalim wanting to "play dolls" and wouldn't really think much past that. Annoying, yes, but nothing more than a childish whim. Also, if this requests involve crossdressing, I imagine that her male counterpart would make more of a fuss about it than her.

(we talked about fem!KaliJami in our reply yesterday)

At first yeah, probably. She’s definitely more comfortable with it than the regular Jamil, because it’s easier for her to rationalize it in a non-romantic/non-sexual way. It really is as if Kalim just treats her like a pretty doll, and it’s nothing unusual: they used to play like this a lot when they were little. But when she’ll realise that whenever she’s dressed in pretty silks (and sometimes quite revealing ones), Kalim looks at her in an amazed but also clearly enamoured way. The moment Jamil realised that Kalim probably desires her, she’ll start treating these little dress up games differently.

Anonymous asked:

Ortho got a new card for new years. So picture him with Vil in his new years. Same goes with Rook in his new year. You know what? Have the three of them together in new years?

Ortho’s been getting so many new cards recently! He deserves all of them. The best boy lol Really liked the new year’s one!

Vil’s New Years outfit was so good that my heart actually stops whenever I remember him, and I’m super excited that he could be paired up with either Rook or Ortho now. Or both~

Anonymous asked:

Hey Ryu and katsu, did you guys read the translation for the previous jp event 'Playful Land'? I haven't seen you guys talk about it or mention it, so i'm curious to hear your thoughts and opinions on this event.

personally, i enjoyed most of the event This is basically falling into the Black Butler territory lol (But i heard rumours that Yana wasn't involved in this event and a few previous ones apparently?).

Also, what do you guys think of the two new characters? Fellow and Gidel. I swear Gidel looks almost identical to cheka :'DD

Anon!! Sorry that it took so long to reply. We haven’t seen this event yet, so we edited out some of the parts of your ask to keep it spoiler-free; I don’t know when we’re going to finally watch it, but we’ll keep your ask in the askbox so we could share our thoughts when it happens. It might take quite a long time though, so I’m sorry.

I’ll reply to the rest of the things you’ve mentioned.

I’m not sure about the rumors, but I think Yana mentioned in her twi that she and her team was involved in the writing + design work for the event? But she has to do a lot of things these days, so I can’t say for sure.

The Black Butler vibes are very strong though, the whole circus/carnival theme is like a classic Yana setting, especially when it gets dark and traumatic lol Very excited to learn more once we watch it.

Fellow and Gidel look great!! Really love their design, their sprites are also great, Fellow especially has great expressions, and I really really love sleazy characters in general. Gidel has a lot of Cheka vibes lol but Cheka is more of a >:3 kid, and Gidel is more of a =w=, also I trust Gidel much much less. But in a good way, because once again, sleazy characters = good.

Anonymous asked:

So I've seen this hand held octopus citrus wringer, let's just say it looks like something else, so I'd like you to imagine Azul shoving a tiny octopus up Idia's ass

You mean… this one? Wow, it really looks like something else…

Poor Idia and his poor butt. Come on, Azul, it’s not an orange!!

Anonymous asked:

Neige could be Cady, but in universe fans would probably say he's a good fit for Regina George bc of his beauty

Either way Janis cusses both of them out so Vil gets paid to insult Neige on-screen

Let’s be honest, his fans would be so scandalized by Cady-Neige turning into “the second Regina” during the course of the movie lol I don’t know why I keep picturing his fanbase as a 90% wholesome people but. Still, he would absolutely be celebrated for that role and for going outside of his unproblematic box.

But yeah, if Vil got to play Janis in this scenario he would probably enjoy his opportunity to vent lol

#replies #genderswap

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Take me home (Pierre Gasly)

Y/N's been needing to feel what is like to be at home and luckily for her, Pierre seems to be the one to allow her to build a roof over his heart

Note: english is not my first language, here is some Pierre content that I wrote after hearing a song I haven’t heard in ages and it made me think of this immediately. I tried to depict a reality I got to know over the past few weeks and I hope I treated it respectfully as I know that is obviously bigger than anything I could have tried to write here. Also, I feel like this is a shitty piece but I am way to insistent apparently

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: living away from family

"Pierre, they're going to need you downstairs in 10 minutes to check if your seat is okay!", you called for the driver inside his room in the hospitality since one of the mechanics had asked for the favour given that you were going upstairs anyway, "Since when do you do these call-ups? Usually Fabiana is the one ordering me about. Wait, is this finally you succumbing into my charms?", he said as he opened the door, catching you still in the corridor. The french man had no issue flirting openly with you, he never had from the first moment he noticed in the preseason new staff introduction meeting where he sat next to you and had already asked for your number so you could grab dinner together. And much to his disappointment, you had politely denied every single advance he had made in the last year. "Marc asked me to do it, so I'm being a nice colleague", you explained, not missing the smirk on his lips, "and you could be so nice to me too", he said, "I am nice to you, since when am I not nice?", you glared playfully, having had different variations of the same conversation many times before, "you are, but it would be even better if you finally accepted my dinner invitation", he said, earning a shake from your head before you made your way into your office.

Pierre was back from his media duties when he found you sorting papers into files in the engineers' room, your focused expression capturing him like always. It was the way your was always up in a ponytail to prevent your hair hindering you in the eyes, making him see all of your features perfectly, your moles, the scars on your face, the crease between your eyebrows whenever you didn't understand something or the crinkles on your eyes when someone said something funny and your smile got the biggest and most beautiful he had ever seen. "Sorry, do you need the room? I won't be long, if you can wait", you asked when you noticed you weren't alone, "No, no, I was just looking for John because he said we'd meet up to talk about the race but he's not here yet apparently", he said as he sat in one of the chairs next to you, "Congratulations on P8, by the way", you said softly, stapling some sheets together before looking for the hole puncher in the middle of the mess on the table. Grabbing the gadget for you, Pierre handed it, "Here", he smiled, "and thanks, with everything that happened around this weekend, it was definitely a positive to extract from it", he replied before he heard John get inside the room, patting Pierre's back before placing his hand confortingly on your shoulder, "Do you need help, Y/N?", he asked, "No, this is the last one for now. I can't do the rest before we get moving tomorrow, by the way, you didn't confirm yet if you're coming with the rest of the travelling crew...?", you forwarded, closing the binder and grabbing the other two you had done, "I can't, I have a medical appointment but I'll meet you on day two, hopefully", he said before you nodded and excused yourself, Pierre failing to hide his confusion and endearment as you walked out of the room. "What are you thinking so much about, Pierre?", John asked, "the team are leaving already today?", he asked, knowing how much preparation a race involved but also knowing they would have two weeks in-between the next race weekend, "early tomorrow. Despite having more time to dot it, they need someone to supervise and make sure everything gets there without any issues", he replied, noticing the AlphaTauri driver was still not processing the whole information, "and Y/N is the one doing that. Not alone, but she is a big part of the department that ensures that", he explained the full thing. "So, she doesn't go and see her family and friends all that often then?", he asked, having talked to a good part of the staff that made sure himself and Yuki could race in the best conditions possible every weekend, hearing many FaceTime stories from parents and their children and partners or the quick visits they could pay eachother, "Yeah, she's probably the one who sees them the least, they can't come to many races because they have their own jobs and she barely had time to go too, especially after the pandemic and all. I think she saw them last four weeks ago, maybe", he said, knowing you wouldn't mind him sharing that and noticing Pierre's genuine concern about it.

You were celebrating the team's results on that weekend when you felt Pierre's hand on your back, "cheers to this weekend!", he said as he clinked his glass with your, you both taking a sip as you looked into eachother's eyes, "you don't want to be inside?", you asked, wondering why he had followed you to the balcony area of the get together that had been thrown because of the results he was partly responsible for, "No. I noticed you were having a hard time today and I came to check up on you", he forwarded, now wanting to seem too nosy but wondering if you maybe wanted a shoulder to cry on. Feeling your eyes get filled with tears, you looked up to the sky so you could hold them back somehow, "are you just being nice or can I actually open my soul?", you asked, figuring that if he really was all in like he said he was, this would be a good starting point, seeing him nod for you to proceed, "I haven't seen my parents in a while, same with my friends. And today is also marks two years that I have applied for this job and I love it so much, and it's silly because everyone here is my family, but sometimes is hard to feel at home. I don't want to sound ungrateful, because AlphaTauri are my second family but yeah, it gets hard", you whispered, tears running freely now as you felt Pierre's thumbs wipe your cheeks. "You're not ungrateful because you miss your family, your home. Everyone here is working so hard week in and week out and you barely have time for everything", he mused, smiling a sad smile when he noticed your breathing wad back to normal and you had leaned into his touch, "it's just an accumulation I guess, tomorrow I'll be fine but today it really hit me I think", you said as you allowed your body to lean completely on his, your head landing on his shoulder.

When the music died down and everyone started leaving, Pierre grabbed your hand and got the both of you up, "Thank you Pierre, for staying with me. I know you didn't have to do that but that was very kind of you", the man smiling soflty at you, "for you, I'll do whatever I need to prove to you I'm serious with this", he said as his other hand gestured to the area between your bodies.

You were sitting in the factory's meal area for your (very late) lunch break when you heard someone get inside the room, "I'm sure that it is lunchtime somewhere in the world", Pyry said as he walked inside, noticing Pierre was right behind him, grabbing some food for themselves and sitting next to you, "touché, hm?", you replied back. Chuckling, the personal trainer started digging in his food, while Pierre did the same with his, "In my defense, I was up late last night so I got in later this morning and I was only hungry for lunch now", you replied. Engaging in light conversation about the upcoming weekend, Pyry had to take a phonecall outside, leaving you and Pierre alone in the table, "By the way you have been declining my invites, I'm going to count this as a date", he said as he took a sip of his water. Earning you a eyeroll, Pierre forwarded, "what is it going to take for you to finally say yes?", he tempted you, and how would you argue now? He had been amazing those last two weeks, he was asking if you were okay just the right amount of times, taking some of his day to talk to you and help in anything he could (albeit not much because his skills go beyond bookings and shipping managements) and overall just being a nice company. "What about tomorrow afternoon? I'm free then", you said, surprising him with a bolder than usual move from your part, "really?", he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "surprise me, Gasly", you winked before you left.

"So we're going to the lake?", you asked, holding Pierre's hand since you had left his car and he grabbed it while you walked a bit further so you could get ice-cream together, "I figured you wouldn't be swept away by fancy dinners and you always mention this lake near your grandparent's house so I assumed you would like it here", he smiled. After getting you both ice-cream, the driver led you both to one of the bench by the lake, the little duckies and their mama duck giving the whole scene a calming and comforting aura, "How do you deal with it all?", you asked, "The distance I mean", specifying what you were talking about, "it gets a little bit easier when you start feeling comfortable with it, comfortable-ish anyway. But it takes a lot to get to that point, it did to me at least. Switching teams and everything is always challenging but along the way you find people who can make it feel like home to you", he smiled, latching your hand back in his as he rubbed his thumb over your skin.

You were sat in the hotel room's balcony late that night, looking at the stars while you tried to make sense of your thoughts and feelings. Your family had visited today and despite being hard to say goodbye to them, you felt recharged in spite of the feelings of longing in your body. You really liked Pierre, and you had to admit his latest actions had swept you off of your feet, but at what cost? One day he might just figure that the life you lead, despite being somewhat similar to his, it would never work and you'd be giving yourself to someone who would ditch you again.

You had a good voice for singing, and although you never wanted to do anything with it, music always helped you manage your feelings and so, assuming no one would hear you, you sang soflty and quietly to the setting sun.

Take me home

I sometimes wonder what I'm doing here

It's been a long time since I've been lost

I don't know myself as well as I thought

Take me home

And let them finish the party

Kiss my face, my hands, my forehead

Let me see if the world comes crashing down

Take me home

Let's walk through this city

And see that home is a person

And that we both fit there

"Don't get scared, but I had my window open and I couldn't sleep so I came to see whose beautiful voice was that", you heard a French accented voice say from the balcony next to yours, Pierre's bed head popping over the glass door that separated the areas, "May I?", he asked, his hand already on the handle that allowed to transform the balconies into a connecting one, grabbing his chair and sitting next to you, "you have a very beautiful voice, why did I not know that?", he started. Looking at him to see his eyes glued to yours, you sighed, "thank you. I know I have been a bit harsh with you", you said, earning a genuine confused look on his face, "How come?", leaving you to smile slightly, "I have been setting my foot down, and not let you in. And maybe it's stupid, maybe it's everything coming at me all at once, but I can't loose a friendship like yours and I can't risk it if it's not for sure", you explained, Pierre's face showing he was now understanding where you were going. Thinking it was nor or never, he grabbed your hand in his, "At first, I just wanted to get to know who the new girl was but you quickly turned my world upside down. And it's hard for you not having a ground yet, but I'll allow you to build a roof over my heart, I've allowed it already", he chuckled, "I know you don't think this has what it takes to go forward but I'll show you if you'll allow me". Getting closer to him, his hand grabbed your cheek while you looked at eachother's lips, flickering to the eyes before you leaned in, lips finally crashing together, "let me make a home for you, be a home for you", he whispered before kissing your cheek, your hands and your forehead, the happy sigh you released informing him you were just enjoying this as much as he was.

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hiiroamagisbestfriend · 2 years

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hi! welcome new enstars blog 🔥 i saw that ur reqs are open so many i req leo and/or arashi with a s/o who struggles with sleeping? i haven’t been sleeping properly for the past two weeks so it’s fun knowing that i actually got 8 hrs of sleep this time LMAOO thank u! 🫶

A S/O that struggles with sleeping!

w/ Leo Tsukinaga & Arashi Narukami x GN! Reader

congrats on getting your 8 hours! little achievements matter too after all! I'm not sure if you wanted HC's or full on fics so I settled for HC's right now!

Warnings: None! Just lots of sleepy fluff!

Leo Tsukinaga

✩ Leo would. Not be the best influence when it comes to having a healthy sleep schedule, I'm sorry.

✩ He looks like the type where if inspiration REALLY struck him he wouldn't even be able to tell if days had passed.

✩ So if you tell him that you're having trouble sleeping, I fear the situation would look something like this:

"Oh? (Y/N), you can't sleep? Then how about you help me think up some lyrics! I've got plenty of good songs around here but I haven't gotten around to writing some lyrics!"

Leo says with his trademark pep and cheer, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of his precious S/O helping him out with his music.

You could never say no to that face, how could you? Nothing makes you happier than seeing your boyfriend in his element after all, and maybe if you help him, it'll tire you out and you can actually get some shut eye.

"Thanks so much! You're the best! I love youuu~!" Leo cheered when you gave him that slight nod of approval. Quickly rummaging around his desk for some sheet music.

✩ And so the two of you had a very productive, yet tiring night. As you wrote the lyrics for the 3rd song that evening, the realization that overworking is probably not the proper solution to lack of sleep dawned upon you.

✩ Leo would probably be happily writing his nth song that night when he sees you just staring blankly at some papers.

✩ He'd feel guilty, seeing you look so tired and out of it, while he happily writes yet another masterpiece. He had the best intentions, really. If you couldn't sleep, then why not just help him out since you're already up? It'll be a great bonding experience!

✩ Even though his mind is still bursting full of inspiration, he'd tuck away whatever it was he was writing, choosing to go over to you and give you a little nudge.

"Let's go to bed, (Y/N)! We made a lot of progress already, don't you think!" He faked a yawn, knowing full well he could still continue writing for a few more hours.

When you replied with a tired, "Sure~". He grabbed you by the hand and led you to his bed, making you lay down on it as he places the covers over you.

He silently looks for some earphones, plugging them into his phone and your ears. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you started to hear a very peaceful melody from the piano app on his phone.

"Sorry, I was being selfish wasn't I?" He muttered under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't hear him over the soft sounds of the piano.

"Good Night, Leo. I lov-" You cut yourself off when you suddenly dozed off, the most peaceful and serene look on your face that Leo has seen in weeks. You didn't get to finish what you were saying, but he had a good idea of what it was.

He quietly leans over to your sleeping face, placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispers, the sounds of the piano leading you into a very happy and peaceful dream.

Arashi Narukami

✩ You would NOT need to tell her that you haven't been sleeping well. She can tell. Like she would take one look at you and realize you have NOT been sleeping right at all.

✩ Arashi would probably try and piece together why you seemed that tired in the first place before thinking of what to do.

✩ When she realizes that you just generally haven't been able to sleep well lately, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

"You know, (Y/N), you seem kind of restless lately? That kind of thing is no good for your skin you know!" Arashi playfully scolds, though good skin IS important, she'd rather see her S/O well rested and healthy more than anything. "Luckily for you, I know exactly what to do!"

She practically drags you to her room, before making you sit down on a very comfy reclining chair. "Just sit still okay? Let me spoil you every now and then" She says with a wink, before she starts procuring some of her products that she uses for relaxation.

She starts by putting a mud mask on your face, it feels a bit heavy, but in the comforting way. She giggles a bit as she can practically see the comfort spread throughout your body. "These are a bit cliché, but these are necessary for the look!" She exclaims as she places some sliced cucumbers on top of your eyes, the cool and moist feeling on your heavy eyes making you deflate.

✩ After that, she starts giving you some firm but gentle massages, on your shoulders, neck, and legs. While she's hard at work doing that, she still finds the time to chat to you about her day and other fun things she's experienced recently.

✩ This was stress relief for her too, after all! Being able to take care of her adorable S/O is practically healing Arashi too! Sure you weren't replying much to her stories, but just having you listen was already plenty.

✩ She was complaining about a bad shoot she had recently when she heard some light snoring from you, slowly removing the cucumbers to see that you were totally passed out.

✩ Arashi stretches a bit, and compliments herself for a job well done, clearing the face mask from you before carrying you to her bed.

When Arashi laid you out on her bed she couldn't help but think about how beautiful you looked. "It's like you're my sleeping beauty!" She exclaimed, before wincing as she saw you make a sour face due to the noise.

Arashi laid down beside your sleeping form, gently caressing your hair, and admiring just how angelic you looked. "I'm no Prince Charming, so this shouldn't wake you up, right?" She whispers as she peppers your face with light kisses, laughing softly to herself before she eventually falls asleep too.

AAAND we're done! I hope this was what you were looking for!

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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kazshiem · 7 months

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Confluent conditions

Wrote this one for @prinzevyn

Thump.

Ahriman’s cane thumps the ground once more. Behind him, were carved wooden shutters, allowing daylight to seep through the gaps. It kisses the polished marble flooring, dancing like ribbons of gold. Day had blended into night, following the crescent hanging from the sky melting into the deep blush of dawn once more.

You haven’t opened your mouth once after getting captured. A supposedly easy mission in EARTH-505F turned sour soon when the villain decided to secure an alliance with a group of freelance assassins; and now, you were hostage. Or that’s what they think. The pen drive virus you stuck on their operation base goes unnoticed still.

A rivulet of blood dares slide down your brow to block half your vision. Your hands burn where they’ve managed to bind you with ropes, but a steady buzz hidden in your right shoe reassures you. The signal for backup went through.

“I will ask only once, fräulein, where are your superiors?” Your tormentor croons, his steady grip on your chin tightening to a painful pressure. You grit your teeth, refusing to allow pain to show on your face.

The resounding explosion is a melody to your ears. The thunderous bangs are a ballad to your weary ears, a mellifluous tune.

Ahriman startles, leaping away from you— a gun already in his arm. He yells down the corridor, “Impossible. Men! What seems to be the problem!”

There is no verbal reply, but a man clad entirely in black smashes through the mahogany door, landing heavily on Ahriman. A blue-fitted fist follows, revealing a muscular looming figure that is akin to a cavernous being, broad shoulders cutting into a leanly muscled frame.

“There,” Your voice is dry, cracking from lack of use. “That’s my superior.”

The last thing Ahriman sees is Spider-Man 2099 in a tight spandex suit before he’s punched to a few centuries in the past.

—

“How many times,” Miguel O’Hara’s voice is barely above a hiss, anger tightening his brows and rage coating his words as he expresses his displeasure. “This is the third hostage situation this month.” He angrily dabs the cloth in tincture, yet his movements are gentle when they settle above the light flesh wound in your brow; already halfway healed.

“I wasn’t involved in the first two. This one was required.” You point out, amused at his reactions. “We got the information we needed. I admit I didn’t anticipate the ground attack, but we managed to get more information and track down Ahriman’s base. I consider that a win.”

“Besides,” You continue, stretching yourself like a cat once he was done with his ministrations. “I wasn’t even in real trouble, I could’ve gotten out of those bonds anytime. Besides, I needed the money. How else do you think I will fund my Amazon wishlist?”

“Money?” His fangs peek out from under the cusp of his lips, you can’t prevent your eyes from darting to them. “You’re risking your life for money?”

“My Amazon cart.” You correct him, pulling up your phone and scrolling through the app. There’s a frightening amount of items. “I’m a bit of an obsessive window shopper.”

“Clearly” He snorts, grabbing the phone from your hand and restraining your face with the other as you windmill against his powerful arms to get it back. His muscles flex deliciously as he leans away from you. In the black tight figure-hugging shirt, there was no excuse for your wandering eyes. You were simply admiring his powerful physique, that’s all. “—see what you’ve got in here—“ His biceps ripple, shirt barely restraining his powerful arms as he held you back without an ounce of his spider strength, “—a lot in here huh—“, your eyes fixate on his strong jaw, a bead of sweat making its way down his throat into his shirt and—

“—Hello?”

“Oh,” You snap out of the trance and go bright red. Your voice is shaky and flustered. “Sorry, were you telling me something?”

“You’re out of it.” He observed, a pinch of scorn in his tone “And yet you claim you’re perfectly fine.”

You were not out of it because of the injury but rather because of him. Obviously, you couldn’t tell him that.

“Yeah, I guess.” You clear your throat. “I’m going to shower now.”

“All right,” Miguel shrugged and made himself more comfortable on your couch and stretched, his shirt riding up revealing a toned, muscled lower body.

Make that a cold shower.

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A grunt leaves your lips as the target kicks your stomach, sending you flying across the garden. You catch yourself at the last second, leg panning out mid-manoeuvre for balance, and using the momentum to spin around in a smooth arc, you launch at him with an accelerated motion. Your aim lies true and with a single hit, the target goes down like a rock.

A second later, you go down on one knee too, the leg too damaged to support your weight. A filthy curse leaves your lips.

Another mission gone wrong: the target had bombed a building full of civilians in a desperate last attempt to get away. You’d broken your leg, skidding past to save a little girl from being crushed to death. It had been worth it at that moment, for the admiration and the gratitude that the girl had shining in her eyes— after all, part of why you got into this job was to save people— but now? Not so much.

All this for a goddamned Amazon wishlist. A fancy astrolabe would soon lie on your desk with the money you get for this mission. Whoever said money doesn’t buy you happiness was dead wrong. Deliriously, you wondered where you went so wrong as to put the list above your life.

The once beautiful garden, leaden with throes of roses and yellow marigolds now lay torn and jagged with a trench dug out where the target had crashed unceremoniously.

You felt your vision spin. Your arms felt like iron weights and your head was cottony. Maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt?

You took a step and your vision blacked out, carrying you in the sweet embrace to the divine deep dark.

A nap it is.

It was night when you came to, and you were blessed with a vision of a god.

Or it felt like a god.

There he stood, Miguel O’Hara, between the gardens in the trench, between slews of roses that blush prettily in shades of red. A moonlit night sighs from the lashes of thin clouds, and the stars twinkle shyly amongst heavy clouds, counting the seconds following the path of the silver moon melting into the golden of the sun.

Under the trepid silver moonlight, the man was a vision. Skin glowing ethereally under the floaty moonlight, so like the smooth, red-brown ochre of the most beautiful palaeolithic murals, richened to perfection by the sun. He was a sight for sore eyes.

And then he turns to you, and the relief you felt at seeing him extinguished into guilt and a bit of fear.

His eyes are murderous. He has one hand roughly restraining the target with almost no effort as he focuses entirely on you. He doesn’t break the eye-contact as he crushes the hand of the man when an attempted punch fails to land. The target screams in pain. Miguel throws him down and shoots a tranquilliser in the same motion.

Oh. You realise. The target was awake and probably would’ve killed you if he hadn’t arrived. You’ve fucked up.

Your head still spins. Vaguely you register him calling Lyla for a retrieval. You feel Miguel’s footsteps nearing you but you don’t register it until he sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. His veins are sinewy against tanned flesh, forearms taut beside your softer ones. He leans closer, enough for you to feel his lips at your earlobe. “We’re talking about the missions you take when we get back.”

Stunned to speechlessness by the hot breath ghosting across your ears and the tight hold in your body, you can do little more than nod rapidly.

He doesn’t let you down until you get back to base and you’re so used to the warmth and tightness of his arms that you find yourself left wanting more when he finally lets you down.

All through the doctor’s checkup you’re out of it. But once again, it wasn’t because of the target but rather due to Miguel. The feel of his arms around yours, lifting you up like you weighed nothing more than a feather, clutching you close as he swung you to safety. His hot breath ghosting across your neck when he jumped, the sight of the one lone strand of hair threading bashfully across his cheek, Oh what you would give to replace that strand of hair with your lips—

You gulp. You may have a problem on your hands.

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The door tears off its hinges— unfortunately on the way of a certain Spiderman’s warpath, what a waste of wood— and Miguel O’Hara storms into your room in the middle of his rampage. Briefly, you notice a panicked intern reach inside— possibly to try to appease Miguel’s wrath— but he slams the torn door back into its place and it cracks into the wall, embedding itself deeply.

You breathed low, “Did you really have to do all that? Excessively dramatic.”

“What is the meaning of this?” His voice slices the air, baritone richly gravelled in dirt and wrapped in velvet. You shiver slightly but focus on the papers he’s shoving in your face. “You’re transferring from my unit? Are you fucking with me?”

The previous rage, annoyance and anger you felt returns full force. “Me? Fucking with you?” The lackadaisical attitude drops from your tone and the room significantly gets hotter with all the fury mingling with the charged atmosphere. “You barred me from field missions. What were you thinking?!”

Miguel leans closer to you, rage contorting his handsome chiselled features to sharp edges akin to towering mountain peaks. His vexation with you cuts across sharply through the fog of haze you fall into whenever he’s this close to you, the fury fuelling your motives.

He glares at you, and you glare back defiantly Both of you are worked up— Miguel’s anger is much more visible, however. You keep your emotions under a tight wrap, concealing them and replacing any speck of expression with a fabricated mask.

His sharp laugh cuts through the air, slicing better than a rapier ever could hope to. “You were reckless. You threw yourself into missions fully ready never to return. You…” He bends down to level his face with yours, you were both panting— from the uncontrollable emotions and the distinct flavour of irritation permeating the air— “…are a liability”

The mask cracks and shatters.

You shove him away, snarling. “Take that back. I have better mission completion rates than most of the people here! How dare you undermine my work!”

He shoves you right back, pinning you against the wall. He’s close enough that you can count the flecks of colour in the bottomless abyss of his eyes. His breath ghosts across your lips. You wonder if they’d be chapped or as full as they looked. His gaze looks ready to devour you alive and perhaps you want to be devoured by him.

“Arrogant.” He breathes lowly. “I took you off field missions since you clearly lack the strength to take them on.” A mocking scoff leaves his throat, “How many times have I come to save you, yet again? Fifty, was it?”

“Asshole,” Your tone is vitriolic, yet you push yourself closer to him. Your tone turns into something… else, “Maybe I take the missions because I know you’re always there to save me. Are you too weak to, anymore?”

You don’t know how you gathered up the courage to say that to him. You’re well aware that you’re taunting a beast but it is a cocktail of endorphins and rushing blood that makes you cockier as you push yourself even closer to him. His lips are a hairsbreadth away from yours. His pupils dilate, consuming his eye and your pulse whirs with a rush.

He slams you into the wall once again and you let out a yelp of surprise. He brings his lips close to your earlobe and you stiffen, all the earlier courage evaporating into thin air now that the situations were reversed, His hot breath is what hits you first and you shiver. “Ah,” He says, no inflection of whatever he’s feeling in his tone; but the atmosphere— charged previously with anger now tinged with something else— is too much to ignore. “I see now.” He hums, a low contemplating tone that vibrates through your entire body. You resist the urge to shudder.

“Your motivation might be money, but since you don’t value your life, I’ll simply have to value it for you.” A pink tongue darts out to lick the tip of your ear and you jerk in surprise. He makes a tch noise. “Your request is denied, you’ll stay with my unit.”

He steps back, giving you a once over and rips the door out, setting it neatly on his way out. The intern waiting outside shoots you a frightened yet confused look. You relate to her expression.

What the fuck just happened.

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Everything ties up together when you wake up one day and struggle to open your door. A mound of Amazon packages clatter to the ground as you push the door open with your spidey-strength— the packages rammed you in— and you have to gape for a full minute.

Your neighbour walks out of his home— probably from the amount of noise you’re making— and promptly trips on a Smart Standard Multi-Purpose Table.

You crush the mile-long bill under your shoe in anger.

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“Miguel O’Hara!” Your voice resonates through the compound, magnified by anger and people scurry out of your warpath as you force your way up to Miguel’s office. The owner of the compound, however, does not seem to share the panic of his recruits. You bang open his door and he simply raises an eyebrow, like you’re nothing more than a kitten batting away a few fingers.

He battles my unperturbed glare, a smile curving his lips. He steps towards the sprawling lounge, sinking into the plush cushions lining the low bedding, and addresses you while you stay rooted, shaking.

“What seems to be the situation?”

“You goddamn— What seems to be the situation?” You’re flabbergasted at his question, the anger melting away to reveal incredulity left underneath. “You bought me half my Amazon wishlist!”

He frowns, “Is that not what you wanted?”

“Well, yes— but you don’t understand!” Your hands move involuntarily as you try to make your point. He watches on amused. You beg and hope that some of your anger will return but it seems far out of reach now that you’ve witnessed his face, that sharp jawline that can cut through stone, the crooked dark eyes that could swallow you right up—

“You told me you took on rough jobs for money. For your… frivolous Amazon wishlist—” “Frivolous?! I swear I’m going to bury you—“ “—And I’ve simply solved the problem.”

He leans forward to face you, infinitely amused now. That cocky asshole. His forehead brushes the waterfall of curls cascading, and he whispers, “I’ve done you a favour. Don’t you think you’re being an ungrateful brat now?”

A shiver passes through your spine. You push him back and he leans back, like the cat that got the canary. You scowl. “I wanted to buy it with my own money. But, thank you.”

“It is your money,” He comments offhandedly.

“What.”

“The money for your astrolabe was taken from your last mission. I paid for some of the rest, but consider it a gift.”

“A gift? For what?”

“For all the times you’ve saved me too,” He was decidedly not looking at me, focusing on the papers in his hands.

You squint at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re as thick as it gets, aren’t you?” Before I could explode in outrage about what it is he exactly means by that, we’re… kissing.

At first, it was soft, gentle and light— a bird attempting to learn flight, testing out the waters— Miguel pressed you against him, mouth encouraging you to be reciprocative. The shock you feel is secondary now, the world felt blurred, and the only one who was clear— was Miguel. His presence overwhelmed yet appeased you. Your hand slid up his neck to pull him closer.

He grabbed your hair to level your face to his. Something changed immediately.

The kiss turned open-mouthed. It could barely be called a kiss, You were being devoured was more like it. The revelation of what he’d just said hit you like a truck and your brain buffered like a Windows Vista as you pulled away from the kiss. You were gasping as you both broke apart, gazing at one another wide-eyed, breathing laboured.

“You like me too?” You asked dumbly.

Miguel snorted and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Yeah. If that wasn’t obvious.”

“So, it’s not just me?” You continue on and immediately flush bright red from embarrassment. You regret every word that comes out of your mouth.

“Yes,” He smiles when the sun floats across the window, lightening him up. “I like you too.”

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Kane & Jim #43: Everything’s Different Now

Masterlist

content: vampire whumper (past), recovery, known whumpee a lil bit, begging, forced medical treatment, needles, panic attack, forced to endure trigger

takes place a few days after Home.

Jim anxiously jiggled his leg in the waiting room. Every few seconds, he glanced to the side to make sure Liz was still sitting next to him.

It’s okay. It’s daytime. He can’t get you while the sun’s out, Jim tried to tell himself, but it didn’t feel real. It hadn’t felt real since the moment he stepped out of Kane’s house. He felt like any second, he would wake up back home, just like he’d done every day for the past five years.

Kane’s fucking mini-mansion is not your home, he chastised himself. You’re home now.

“Mommy, that’s the man from TV!”

Jim looked up to see a kid pointing right at him. The kid’s mom looked startled to see him, and a little embarrassed. “Don’t point, sweetie, it’s rude.” she chastised. “So sorry about that.” She said apologetically, but she wouldn’t stop staring. “God bless you.”

“It’s cool.” he dismissed, giving the kid an awkward wave and sinking further into the chair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, being recognized from the news. It was kind of cool, maybe? But also... weird. Liz reached over and squeezed his hand.

“Mr. Lieberman?” called a nurse.

Jim stood up instantly, relieved to have an excuse to put those thoughts aside. Liz held his hand as they followed the nurse to one of the rooms.

They both sat down as the nurse began checking his vitals. Jim tried his best not to flinch away. He was still getting re-used to the idea that touch doesn’t mean pain.

“Hm, looks like you have a slight fever.” the nurse informed him.

“Oh.”

“The doctor should be in shortly.” She gave him a friendly smile, then left.

“This is so damn weird.” Jim muttered.

Liz got up and leaned against the wall by him. “What? Going to the doctor?”

“Yeah.” Everything about being back in the real world was weird. There were so many people, and they were all just... normal and nice. “I dunno, I haven’t really thought about going to the doctor as, like, an option in a while. I’ve been Kane’s for... almost a quarter of my life. It’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“You’ll get used to it. Means you still spent more than three quarters out.” She patted him on the back.

The doctor came in shortly after. “Jim, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Augury. How are you feeling?”

“Um, I’m feeling alright.” he replied.

“Good, good. I understand you’re coming to me about several issues after your ordeal. I’d like to take a look at your back, first things first. The records from the hospital indicated you’re at high risk for Lyme.”

“Oh, yeah. Those damn ticks were all over me.” Jim pulled his shirt over his head.

Liz gasped. “Jim...”

“Yep, that’d be Lyme. Multiple sites. That explains the fever. I’ll write you a prescription for some antibiotics and it should clear up no problem. You’ll make a follow-up appointment up front.” The doctor wrote something down while Jim put his shirt back on, then returned.

“Thanks, doc.” He’d have to check his back out in the mirror later.

“What’s next on the list?” the doctor asked.

“So, um, I’ve got... the neck, obviously.” Jim glanced at Liz. He hadn’t brought it up yet, but she had a few new scars herself: most notably, four claw-like marks running down her jaw. He knew hers were from vampires, just like his. He didn’t think he could bear to hear about vampires hurting his baby sister.

“Yes, I see. Is it giving you any troubles?”

“Yeah, actually.” Jim admitted. “Kinda thought it would go away, and like, it’s definitely faded a little, but it’s still there. And not just that... is there anything you could do to make it like, go away? Clear up or whatever?”

“I would recommend over the counter pain relief for the ache, we can reevaluate in a month if it still hurts. As for the scar... this vampire, it bit you on a daily basis?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah.”

The doctor looked at him sadly. “You have to understand that’s years of repeated trauma, reopening the same wound every single day. I can refer you to a specialist, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think the chances of this being able to be removed are high. I’m sorry.”

“I’d like the referral anyway, if that’s alright.” Jim requested.

“Of course.”

“And, um, my arm.” Jim held it up, showing off the unnatural bump under the skin. “He- I broke it a couple years ago and it healed all messed up. Still kinda hurts too.”

“I’ll refer you to a surgeon for that. He can get you some x-rays and fix the malunion. That I’m much more confident can be fixed.” the doctor said. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss today?”

“Um, I don’t think so?” He shrugged.

“Alright, I’d just like to get a blood sample. Given the consistent blood loss over the past five years, it’s best to make sure everything’s going on alright in there.”

Jim froze. “I think... I’ll pass.”

“Jim, you should do it.” Liz encouraged. “It’d suck if something’s wrong with your blood and we didn’t catch it.”

“Nothing’s wrong with my blood.” Jim protested, unable to keep the tinge of defensiveness out of his voice. Kane certainly never thought there was anything wrong with his blood.

“I’d really recommend getting a blood sample.” the doctor interrupted. “It’s just going to be a little prick, that’s all.”

Head wrenched to the side, fangs sinking into his neck.

“No thanks.” Jim said firmly.

“Jim, c’mon. Please?” Liz’s brows bunched up in concern. “I’m worried about you.”

He sighed. He really didn’t want to do this. He was so fucking tired of having his blood taken. But alarm bells rang in his head: protesting was bad. He was being disobedient, and disobedience will always be punished, and he was so damn tired of being beaten. He knew Kane wasn’t here, but that nagging in the back of his mind scared him. He could behave.

“Okay.” he conceded.

“This will take less than a minute.” The doctor assured as he began preparing the syringe.

Liz stepped over. “Want me to hold your hand?”

Jim searched her words for a trace of mocking, but there was none.

“Yeah.” He felt pathetic, needing his little sister to hold his hand just to get his blood drawn when he was 24 years old. He’d done the same for her when they were kids, but he was surely too old for that now.

Liz took his hand in hers. “It’ll be okay.”

Jim’s eyes followed the doctor as he prepared the syringe. That’s going into me, and it’s going to take my blood. He shivered at the thought, squeezing Liz’s hand.

The doctor was saying something, but as the needle went in his arm, all he could see was Kane.

At first, he went still. It’s feeding time, and he has to be still and obedient during feeding. But then he remembers: he was out. He spent all that effort getting out, he almost died getting out, and now he’s back to being fed on.

He knew it was misbehavior, but the despair at his situation was just so powerful that he had to get away. Jim thrashed, but hands held him down as he cried over the urgent voices around him. “Please, no! I don’t wanna be food anymore! I was out! Please, Kane, sir, please stop!”

“Jim, it’s okay!” Strong hands held him firmly in place as his blood was taken from him again and again and again. “You’re not food, you’re a person, it’s just a blood draw! It’s almost over, just relax.”

The doctor retreated with the syringe. Jim was vaguely aware of Liz asking him to give them space, and then the door was closed again, and he was alone with Liz, still holding him down. “Please, please, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face.

Liz let go. As soon as his arms were free, Jim wrapped them around himself, shivering.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” Liz said. “The needle was already in you, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Needle...” Jim looked down at his arm, at the band-aid that had made its way there. He hadn’t used a band-aid in years. Kane always just stopped the bleeding himself. “He’s not here.”

“No. The vampire isn’t here.” Liz agreed. “You’re safe. We’re at the doctor’s, remember?”

He nodded slowly, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry f-for being disobedient. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be better.”

Liz was crying now, too. “No one’s gonna hurt you, Jim.” she assured, hugging him. “No punishing. You’re not... disobedient, you just freaked out. There’s no one to- disobey anymore, right? You’re free.”

“Right. Right, yeah.” Jim shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “S’just weird. Everything’s different now.”

“Yeah.” Liz was looking at him weirdly, like she was seeing him for the first time. “It is.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 1 year

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The Bond Between Us ~ 78

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,325ish

Summary: You have a long overdue run in with an old friend, creating two new friends while you’re at it.

Notes: Hope you enjoy this! I was excited to bring Ahsoka back into the story, even if it’s just for two chapters. (And I know the poll isn’t closed yet, but there’s a pretty clear winner so far.)

“Aunt Y/N! Aunt Y/N!” A four-year-old Ben exclaimed as he ran up to you. You were in a clearing near the house, meditating.

“Hello, Ben,” you smiled at him.

“Dad’s going to let me fly the Falcon!”

“Oh, is he now?” You laughed as you glanced up at Han, who was trailing behind the boy. “Have you told your mother about this?”

“She’s working.”

“How convenient.” You rose a brow at Han.

Han rose his hands in innocence. “It’s not that bad, alright?” Han tried to tell you. “Chewie is coming with us and he’ll basically be on Chewie’s lap the whole time.”

“And how long will you be gone?”

“Most likely a few hours. Not too long. I don’t even know why I’m looking for your permission, I’m the kid's father.”

“Because you know that I will react similarly to Leia.”

“Will you come with us Aunt Y/N?” Ben asked, looking up at you with big, hopeful eyes.

You were going to say yes when you suddenly felt a shift in the Force. It was a familiar one, one you believed was gone.

“I’m sorry my sweet Ben,” you said as you knelt down to be more at eye level with him. “Unfortunately, I have my own things to attend to today.” You didn’t miss Han’s curious expression. “Maybe another day.” You leaned forward and kissed his head. “Stay safe, and keep an eye on your father.”

“I will!” He was running off toward the Falcon before anything else could be said.

Han walked closer to you. “What’s going on?” He asked. “What do you need to do?”

“I… don’t know yet… But I’m going to follow the Force, see where it leads.”

“You haven’t done anything adventurous in a while. You need help?”

“I’ll be fine.” You looked past Han at Ben who was excitedly telling Chewie something. “Just don’t do anything stupid with the kid with you.”

“Me? Do something stupid?” Han scoffed. “Never.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

~~~

Following the Force, you flew by yourself to the planet of Corvus. You paused, hovering above the planet as you seeked the guidance of the Force as to where to go. After a few moments, you headed for the city of Corvus. You landed outside of the city, a good distance away. You noticed how the trees in the forest outside the city were barren and fog laced around them. There were red blasters going off at the edge of the city.

With a lightsaber in each hand, you slowly made your way to the edge of the forest to see what was happening. You hid behind a larger tree and peeked around it. The moment you saw those two white lightsaber blades, you gasped. You watched as the warrior took out the guards, using the fog and lack of bright light to their advantage.

“Show yourself,” a woman on the wall of the city demanded after all the guards had been taken care of. “Jedi.”

You felt like crying when you saw Ahsoka reveal herself. All this time, she had been alive.

“I’ve been expecting you,” the woman continued.

“Then you know what I want,” Ahsoka replied.

“You will learn nothing from me.”

“I won’t give you that choice.”

The woman motioned for two guards to bring up a prisoner beside her. “How many lives is the knowledge I possess worth to you? One? Ten? How about a hundred? The lives of these citizens mean nothing to me. Now, because of you, these people will suffer.”

“They already suffer under your rule. Surrender, or face the consequences.” Ahsoka pointed one of her white blades at the woman. “You have one day to decide.” Then Ahsoka turned off her lightsabers and disappeared into the forest.

You were so proud of Ahsoka. That, despite everything she’s been through, she was still fighting. You made your way back into the deeper part of the forest. Sensing that someone was about to strike you from behind, you ignited both of the sabers and moved them behind you. The white sabers clashed against your yellow and blue ones.

“Y/N?” Ahsoka gasped.

“Hello, Ahsoka,” you smiled.

Before either of you really thought about it, the lightsabers were deactivated and on the ground as your arms went around each other. You held each other tightly, tears threatening to spill from both of you. Ahsoka was the one to pull back first.

“How are you here?” She asked.

“The Force,” you responded. “I could feel you, after all these years, and I followed your signature… I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“Somedays, me either.” She reached down and picked up the sabers, her eyes holding steady on one of them. “This one is Obi-Wan’s.”

“Yes.” You took your sabers from her and clipped them on your belt. “It helps to have it close… especially since I can’t have him as close as I would like anymore.”

She gave you a knowing smile. “I suspect we have a lot to discuss.”

“You have no idea.”

~~~

The two of you spent the night around a small fire, telling each other what life has been like since you last saw each other. Neither of you has had an easy life, both while in the Jedi Order and outside of it. Ahsoka explained what she was doing on Corvus, searching for information on Grand Admiral Thrawn.

“I wish I could help you on your quest,” you told her. “Unfortunately, I promised to watch out for my family.”

“I could never ask you to leave them like that,” Ahsoka said with a shake of her head.

“But, that doesn’t mean I can’t help you with this task. It might be fun, kinda like old times.”

“Like old times,” she smiled.

~~~

The two of you were working on a plan when you suddenly sensed another Force user. Your head snapped up as you looked around.

“Do you sense that?” You asked Ahsoka.

“A little,” she responded.

“Come on.”

You led Ahsoka through the woods, following the Force. You stopped before a clearing, seeing a Mandalorian and a green creature that reminded you of Yoda.

“You hear that?” You heard the Mandalorian ask. “Don’t worry.” He set the creature on a nearby rock. “Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.” He looked around with a scope and sighed. “False alarm.”

You and Ahsoka nodded to each other before you both activated your sabers and jumped out at the Mandalorian. The two of you hit the Mandalorian but you quickly learned that his armor was made of pure Beskar, impenetrable by lightsabers. The Mandalorian used a flame thrower to burn Ahsoka’s cloak while tying you up with a rope shooting from his wrist. You jumped over him and a tree branch, freeing yourself. Ahsoka and you had him surrounded.

“Ahsoka Tano!” The Mandalorian shouted. “Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.”

Ahsoka saw the little creature on the rock behind the Mandalorian as she deactivated her lightsabers. “I hope it’s about him,” she said.

You turned off your lightsabers as you felt the child enter your mind. You headed toward him, Ahsoka doing the same thing. Kneeling in front of him, you offered him your hand, which he took it.

“Who are you?” The Mandalorian asked you.

You sighed. Keeping your Skywalker name a secret was still important. The risk of the Galaxy finding out the truth about Vader and Anakin was too great. Would you use Kenobi? You did marry him and had every right to use it. It felt more like a real last name than the false one you had used for years.

“I’m Y/N Kenobi,” you responded, still focused on the child.

“They didn’t tell me there were two Jedi out here,” the Mandalorian stated.

“They didn’t know.”

~~~

Night fell and you found yourselves surrounding a small fire in the woods again. You and Ahsoka were on the side, sitting in front of the child. The three of you were communicating in the Force while the Mandalorian paced on the other side. You learned that his name was Grogu and that he was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Grogu cooed as the three of you continued to speak. Finally, with a smile you picked him up and the three of you headed over to the Mandalorian.

“Is he speaking?” The Mandalorian questioned. “Do you understand him?”

“In a way,” Ahsoka responded. “Grogu, Y/N, and I can feel each other’s thoughts.”

“Grogu?”

“Yes,” you answered. “That’s his name.”

“Grogu.” The Mandalorian tried, earning the child’s attention.

“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant,” explained Ahsoka. “Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars, when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the Temple. Then his memory becomes… dark.”

“He seemed lost,” you added, understanding the feeling. “Alone… I’ve only known two other beings like this. Jedi Masters Yoda and Yaddle… can he still wield the Force?”

“You mean his powers?” Questioned the Mandalorian.

“The Force is what gives him his powers,” Ahsoka said. “It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.”

“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain. My task was to bring him to a Jedi.”

“The Jedi Order fell a long time ago,” you stated, a bit too harshly.

“So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him. He needs your help.”

You held Grogu as he began to fall asleep. “Let him sleep. We will test him in the morning.”

~~~

Ahsoka led you, the Mandalorian, and Grogu to a different clearing with various sizes of rocks.

“Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind,” Ahsoka said, booping Grogu’s nose.

The Mandalorian set Grogu down as Ahsoka picked up a small stone. She stood in front of Grogu and sent it to him using the Force. Grogu caught it with a coo.

Ahsoka held her palm out. “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu,” she said. He made no move to do so.

“He doesn’t understand,” the Mandalorian said.

“He does,” you replied. “He’s just scared.”

“It’s okay,” Ahsoka encouraged. “The stone, Grogu.” He waited a second before throwing the stone to the ground. Ahsoka sighed as she walked up to him. She took his little hand and used the Force to feel his emotions. “I sense much fear in you.”

“He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years,” you said. “It’s going to take time for him to realize he can use them without fear.”

Ahsoka stood up straight. “Let’s try something else. Come over here.”

“He’s stubborn,” the Mandalorian said when Grogu didn’t move.

“Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”

The Mandalorian moved to stand beside Ahsoka. “That would be a first.”

“I like firsts. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.” You smirked at the saying. “Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.”

The Mandalorian did as directed. “Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”

“Grogu,” you corrected as Ahsoka moved to stand next to you.

“Grogu. Come on, take the stone.” Grogu looked down. “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.”

“Try to connect with him,” you advised.

The Mandalorian breathed deeply before pulling a small round thing from his belt. “Grogu… do you want this?” He held it up as he crouched down. “Well, go ahead.” Grogu reached an arm out. “That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it. Come on.” Grogu used the Force to pull the small metal ball to his own hand. “Good job! Good job, kid.” The Mandalorian stood up to go to Grogu as you and Ahsoka shared a look. “You see that? That’s right. I knew you could do it. Very good.”

“He’s formed a strong attachment to you,” Ahsoka stated. “I cannot train him.”

“What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”

“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.”

“All the more reason to train him.”

“No,” you responded, knowingly. “All the more reason not to.”

“We’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight,” Ahsoka added, speaking of Anakin. “To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.”

You hated how you felt like this was hypocritical, yet what needed to be done. Anakin wasn’t the only one with attachments in the Order, you were attached to him and Obi-Wan. You wanted to say that you didn’t have fears and anger that led to the dark side, but what happened after Obi-Wan’s death proved that you weren’t free from that.

“I have delayed too long,” Ahsoka continued. “I must get back to the village.”

“The Magistrate sent me to kill you,” the Mandalorian said. “I didn’t agree to anything. And I’ll help you with your problem if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”

You and Ahsoka shared a look. You knew of one other Jedi who was looking for students, looking to reestablish the Order that caused both you and Ahsoka pain.

“I know someone who might train Grogu,” you told the man. “But first we finish this.”

~~~

“She has a small army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-87 assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter,” the Mandalorian explained as you headed for the village. “He reads ex-military to me. Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”

“Don’t underestimate Y/N,” Ahsoka warned with a slight smirk.

“True,” you agreed.

“Don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.”

“Who is she?” The Mandalorian asked. “She offered me a staff of pure beskar to kill you.”

“Morgan Elsbeth. During the Clone Wars, her people were massacred. She survived and let her anger full an industry which helped build the Imperial Starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.”

“Yeah, it looks like she’s still in business.”

“When you were in the city, did you see any prisoners?”

“I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”

“We must find a way to free them.”

“A Mandalorian and two Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”

~~~

The guards on the wall of the city weren’t prepared for what was going to happen. Ahsoka jumped up the wall first, easily attacking those on the wall. Once Ahsoka had rid the wall of the guards, you jumped up and between the huts. You being there needed to be a surprise.

“Your bounty hunter failed,” Ahsoka said as she stood in front of the Magistrate who was surrounded by guards. She threw a piece of the Mandalorian’s armor on the ground. “Tell me what I want to know. Where is your master?”

“Kill her,” the Magistrate ordered.

“Love to,” the man beside her responded, almost immediately firing at Ahsoka.

Ahsoka activated her sabers and began blocking oncoming shots. You flipped out of the shadows with your lightsabers activated to help.

“There’s two of them!” A guard shouted.

You and Ahsoka separated, going opposite ways to get the guards to split up. It worked almost too easy. You both took care of the guards before taking places on top of the inner gate. The Mandalorian was standing on the ground, facing the hired gun. You gave Ahsoka a nod before she jumped down, into the inner gate where the Magistrate was hiding.

“So, you threw in with the Jedi,” said the hired gun.

“Looks that way,” the Mandalorian responded.

You stood at the gate, watching over the two sides. You knew that Ahsoka wanted to handle this part alone, it was her quest. The grunts and sound of lightsabers clashing against beskar signaled that the fight was on.

“Who do you think’s gonna win?” The hired gun asked, taking a few steps toward the Mandalorian. “Could be your side… could be my side.” He continued taking small steps toward your new ally. “I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.”

“That’s far enough,” the Mandalorian stated, his hand going to hover over the blaster on his leg.

“You and I, we’re a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not.”

The sound of the beskar rod falling to the ground echoed through the air. You looked back to see that Ahsoka had won. Then turned back to see that the Mandalorian had shot the hired gun man. You jumped down to stand beside him.

“You know, I visited Mandalore once,” you said. “My… my husband loved Mandalore. His first love was Satine Kryze… I’m sorry about Mandalore. About everything that happened to it… I really am.”

The Mandalorian didn’t respond, choosing to look at a man coming out of one of the huts.

The two nodded at each other before the man shouted, “Behind you!”

You were faster than the Mandalorian. Before his gun was in his hand, you had activated your yellow saber and tossed it behind you, slicing the droid on the roof in half. Your saber came back to your hand easily and the man in front of you looked at you.

“I know who you are,” he said. “Jedi General Y/N L/N.”

“Please, it’s just Y/N now,” you told the man.

“Thank you, for helping us.”

You gave him a smile before waking away. You would never get used to how people knew you due to the wars you fought in, and you never hoped to.

~~~

As the city began to celebrate their freedom, you, Ahsoka, and the Mandalorian walked out. The three of you stopped outside of the main gate.

“I believe this was your payment,” Ahsoka said, holding the beskar rod.

“No,” the Mandalorian shook his head, “I can’t accept. I didn’t finish the job.”

“No. But this belongs with a Mandalorian.”

Hesitantly, the Mandalorian took it.

“Where is Grogu?” You asked.

“Back at the ship,” he answered. “Wait here, I’ll go get him.”

You watched as he walked off, feeling the emotions swirling within him. “They have a father-son attachment,” you noted. “That bond is… it can be dangerous if he’s trained.”

“Yes,” Ahsoka agreed. “Who do you think will train him?”

“I think that Luke will. But the two need to find each other. I am not bringing Grogu to Luke. If it is meant to be, the Force will find a way.”

~~~

Due to the time that the Mandalorian was taking, you and Ahsoka ended up showing up at his ship.

“You’re like a father to him,” Ahsoka stated as the Mandalorian walked down the ramp.

“Because of that, we will not train him,” you said.

“There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. You will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”

“Then what?” The Mandalorian wondered.

“Then Grogu may choose his path,” you answered. “If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.”

“There aren’t many Jedi left,” warned Ahsoka.

“Thank you,” said the Mandalorian.

“May the Force be with you.”

You and Ahsoka watched as the Mandalorian and Grogu went back into the ship. Grogu waved his small hand at the two of you, causing you both to smile. You stood there until they had flown away, then you turned to Ahsoka.

“I’m afraid it’s time for me to leave,” you said. “But, I have a feeling our paths will cross again.”

“As do I,” she responded. She brought you in for a hug. “Please stay safe.”

“As long as you promise to do the same.”

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