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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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I just really like the trope of Danny getting summoned, alright?

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After he shoved Pariah Dark in his coffin shaped locker what what Danny hoped to be for all of eternity, the half unfortunately inherited all of Pariah’s responsibilities.

“What was it again? With great powers comes great responsibilities?” Danny let his head hit the table with an audible thunk. He’s in his “office,” the ghost zone’s approximation of where he might be able to do work seriously. The house- the extension of his haunt- had added the room right next to his bedroom. Danny had to lift all of the paperwork from Pariah’s castle (that’s now also a part of what’s considered Danny’s but he doesn’t think about that) and move it to his main haunt.

He prayed to the universe at large to let him off. Danny hated doing homework- science not withstanding because at least he understood that- let alone an asshole’s centuries worth of work. Danny bemoaned the fact that he was elected the King. He didn’t even defeat Pariah all by himself, so why couldn’t the others do it?!

Like a wave of merciful fate, the beginning tugs of a summoning pulled at his core.

“Thank Ancients!”

Danny scrambled to grab a sticky note, unfortunately glowing green as things tended to in the Ghost Zone, and scribbled down that he’s been summoned and to not look for him until his vacation work was done.

With that note done, Danny decided to bring his A game to the summoning. Allowing his secondary form to wash over him, Danny quickly checked the mirror to make sure he was presentable. A bright glowing ice crown- not the crown of fire, because it was essentially useless without the ring and Danny wasn’t keen on being a king, let alone a near infinitely powerful one- settled across his brow showed his status. A cape, this form’s best feature, made of an expanse of galaxies, nebulae, and frost cling at the end was swept over his shoulders and pinned together with a cloak pin made of clusters of black holes.

A couple of additions to his normal hazmat suit and his trusty thermos at his side, Danny all but dove into the summoning magic with an excited whoop of glee.

As Danny got closer to the magic-made portal, he could hear the whispers of the living presences beyond it.

His summoners! Hopefully it’s not a cult again, even if he thought they were pretty funny trying to summon the king of the dead to kill more people. Not funny “haha,” funny weird.

How should he do this…? Scary? Funny? Oh! Or maybe he should ditch the crown!

Danny grinned, waving his hand to dispel the crown of ice. It was nice, but he was in a dungeon critter mood today.

“Oh, this is going to be gooood.”

Danny cracked his knuckles and put on the most dead-inside-and-outside expression he could manage, modeling it off of the Nasty Burger workers during closing shift. The halfa stepped through the portal.

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“The ritual is completed! You will all face the might of Pariah Dark, the eternal king of the dead!” The villain of the week cackled as his cult cheered. Wonder Woman, scuffed and injured from the magical bolts these magic users had shot at her earlier, grimaced and raised her sword.

“We will defeat Pariah Dark,” she proclaimed. Her allies rallied at her proclamation and readied themselves for another fight. “This world will not bow to the likes of you!”

“We are all but mere ants before the king of the dead! Pariah Dark will bring forth the reckoning this shitty world deserves!”

“Actually, Pariah Dark’s kind of busy, so you’re gonna have to leave a message.”

Green Arrow’s arrow jerked towards the new voice. Batman paused, hand holding batarangs at the ready. He, out of all of them, knew better than to underestimate a young voice.

A gloved hand shoved through the green portal, using the edges like a door frame to heave itself through. A humanoid shape, with sharp ears all but crawled out of the Lazarus green portal. Batman wondered if this was what Jason saw when he came back to life.

"Lord Pariah Dark is busy?!"

The figure- a boyish not-human- heaved a sigh. "Do you people seriously think that the High King of the Infinite Realms isn't swamped with work?"

"And who are you supposed to be? His secretary?" Hal asked, Ring glowing and at the ready. Wonder Woman tensed and mentally struck Hal away from the list of people to consider for diplomatic missions.

"Me? I'm a glorified paper pusher." The being turned back to the cultists, his cape containing the universe swished behind him. "Did you have a message for Pariah Dark?"

"He was meant to rain down death and destruction!"

"Okay, first of all, I feel like you guys are missing a really important point." The being pointed at the cult leader. “It’s not called the King of the Dead for no reason, you know. Death comes for everyone eventually. Also, I have to do a seriously giant amount of paperwork every time one of you fruitloops gets the bright idea to cause an influx of deaths.”

Danny stomped across the circle, grabbed the collar of the cultist leader’s cloak and yanked him down. He shook him. “Do you people have any idea how annoying it is?! Huh?! Do you know how long the A-354 Form is?! Stop trying to get Pariah to kill people! I’m sick of the paperwork, dammit!”

"How- how did you get out of the circle?!"

The cultists and the heroes squared up, ready to fight the possible common enemy: Danny.

Danny is having the best time of his half life. Screw kingly dignity, Danny’s gotta de-stress somehow! He had a whole bag of complaints!

"You wrote the circle wrong, idiots! Ancients, are you people even literate? What even are those scribbles?" Danny kept shaking the cultist. Wow, what an amazing stress ball!

“Uh- hey, he looks kind of sick…” The Flash said, trying to be a good hero and mediate before escalating. Danny snarled and Flash held up his hands, gulping in fear as Danny’s eyes narrowed at him. “Did I… do something?”

“You,” Danny hissed. “You mother- fruitloop! Stop screwing with the timeline, you giant red-! Do you know how annoying it is to readjust the death count every time one of you little merry red jesters takes a jaunt through time and space?! Do you even know how many complaints I had to field?! Oh, boy you’re all going to regret summoning me today, because I’ve had a long time to think about what I’d do to everyone who made me work overtime!”

Danny bared his teeth, eyes sparkling with mirth as he froze the cultists.

"We're not letting you take over the world," Hawk-Woman said, raising her mace that pulsed with electricity.

Danny snorted to hide his wince. "I'm not interested. Just let me punch him once. Just once." Danny pointed at the Flash.

"Honestly, I can't even blame you," Black Canary muttered, fists raised.

"Wha-! Canary! That's so rude! You traitor!"

"Shouldn't have put skittles in my shoes then. Those hurt, Flash."

"Enough." Everyone shut up at the sound of Batman's command. "What do you mean they wrote the circle wrong."

Danny, who was watching the byplay with interest, shrugged. "They wanted to summon the Ghost King, right? We've had a... change of leaders recently."

"Who is the leader now?"

Danny waggled a finger at Batman. "Nuh-uh. I'm gonna collect my over-time compensation, which is punching the Flash, and then we can negotiate for information."

"Flash."

"I don't want to get punched, Bats!"

"The alternative is that I let the current Ghost King have a go at you."

"Flash."

"Oh my god, just get punched, Barry!" Danny heard Green Lantern Hal Jordan whisper.

"Ugh, fine. No one video this."

Immediately, three phones go up to record the Flash getting decked by a teenage looking ghost. Danny floated closer and wound his fist back, letting loose some of the ghost strength he normally keeps restrained. "This is for my overtime and for Clockwork, you jerk."

The halfa slammed his fist straight into the Flash's face, knocking him clear into the air. Superman catches him but Danny no longer paid attention to the Flash, petty vengeance enacted.

"Honestly, I don't have a problem with you as a person. You're kind of cool. Break the timeline again in the next three months, though, and you're on my shit-list."

"What do you want in exchange for information?"

Danny hummed. "Depending on the level of information, and I reserve the right to not answer any questions. For the name of the current Ghost King..."

He did want that new gaming console. And Jazz could use some help with her rent.

"I want $5,000 and a plate of really good spaghetti."

"I have cash."

Danny nodded at the Dark Knight. "You just carry $5,000 in cash on you? Who does that?"

"I like to be prepared."

"And he's rich," Superman chimed in.

The Flash reappeared with a plate of spaghetti from an Italian place he teleported to. "Here you go. Fresh, and pleasedon'tscrewwithmyafterlife."

Danny shoveled the spaghetti into his mouth, jaw unhinging like a particularly disturbing snake right before he dumped the whole thing- plate and all- down his throat. "Thanks! The food didn't even try to kill me this time! You're good."

"Does your food try to kill you all of the time?!" The Flash- Barry, apparently- asked.

Danny nodded as he took the cash from Batman's gloved hands. "Totally. It sucks."

"Identity." Batman demanded.

"Oh, yeah. The current ghost king is me."

"...What."

"You have been swindled. Bamboozled. Outwitted and outsmarted," Danny snickered, shoving the bundle of cash in his chest. "But seriously, I'm the king. We got rid of Pariah a while ago."

The crown of ice materialized.

"You said you were a glorified paper pusher!" Hawk-Woman chortled.

"I am! I'm pushing so many papers across my desk, it's unending, I swear!"

Batman growled. "You tricked us."

Danny smirked, "You got tricked." Red Robin, in the corner, snorted quietly. "Anyways, if you've got more interesting things around here, I'll considering busying myself with that instead of sentencing you to an afterlife of paperwork."

The adults straightened, grimacing. "Beast Boy is green," Hal offered up.

"Hey!" Beast Boy shouted, offended at the easy way Hal offered him up. He turned to Danny. "But have you ever seen a green chinchilla? Super cute. Watch!"

"Woah!" Danny clapped. Yes, he'll hang out with them before dragging himself back.

#danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #the justice league #justice league and the ghost king #ghost king danny #superman #hawkwoman #shayera thal #beast boy's most effective attack is being adorable #red robin #red robin enjoying the weird ghost boy clowning his sad emo dad #hal being annoying but so relatable #green arrow

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aonungsmate · 1 year

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Hellllooo

So I was reading ao’nung x reader fanfics and like I came up with an idea that was stuck to my head ever since. So like there’s a sound on TikTok where it’s like : “you’re not good enough for my daughter and I don’t want you to be around her, end of story” …..”so why don’t you give me one last chanc-“ but on ao’nung x sully!reader where she’s like younger than neteyam and Lo’ak, she’s the kind of girl who can be strict but gentle at the same time, help her grandma and mom to make food, heals, the type of girl that dads would be like “girls like you shouldn’t be bla bla bla” the type to walk grandmas on the cross way, type to open a bakery by herself and call it the Sully’s Family Bakery 💀 . So ao’nung wanted to court the reader but Jake, Neteyam and Lo’ak aim buying it so ao’nung had to come with some Metkayina specialty and gifts and maybe even fruitier a song 💀 but Jake is just a protective dad and it turned down to reader scolding 4 dudes who’s like almost twice her size about how she’s mature enough to know who would treat her right and stuff and kiri, Tuk and neytiri is just enjoying the scene 💀

I Hold The World, But You

Ao'nung x Sully!Reader[Word count: 2.8k]

Ask and you shall receive- This is me ditching my written reports to feed all of you <33 Thank you so much for requesting anon!

Warnings: Nothing notable! Please do inform me if there is!

Ao’nung has never really known what it means to be alive. He never faced any oppression nor any hardship of notable difficulty due to his social status. Being the son of the olo’eyktan entails so much prestige, but he’s never really known how to live. Not until he met you.

The moment you were born, you have always known the dangers of living. Having been born into a family with warrior parents, who were both victims of war, evident pain is still visible in their eyes. You were Jake Sully and Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite’s third child, their first-born daughter after they decided to call Grace’s daughter, Kiri, their very own. Growing up as the daughter of the Toruk Makto and olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya meant bearing the horrors of reality that the na’vi have been facing for years. Your father was deemed responsible for leading the forest people into many victories against the sky people, along with your mother and the former olo’eyktan, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan, one of the finest warriors that the omatikaya clan who was known for leading the na’vi against the RDA forces in the assault on The Tree of Souls.

“I tried to kill your father the first time we met.”

Having been born into Jake Sully’s family meant so much more than being a warrior’s child. Your childhood was filled with love. Your older brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak, complete polar opposites but are both very protective of their younger siblings. Neteyam, the finest candidate for the next olo’eyktan, the one who obeys to live up to expectations and earn the title of being a mighty warrior, and Lo’ak, the older brother who gets into so much trouble to try and live up to expectations, most protective of you, but incomparable to your father, who acts as both armor and bow against the dangers of the world.

You grew up being taken care of by your older sister Kiri, befriending nature through her imaginative mind and immense affinity for connecting herself with the things that surround her. Your family always knew that there was something special going on between Kiri and the world itself. As if she’s connected to the things you see everyday, she would always see things from a perspective that you would assume Eywa would have.

The scientists were not the only people left in Pandora. You have also been introduced to Spider, a human child that was too young to be put through the cryo chambers. He has greeted each of you as friends, and you do the same with him. Despite your mother’s distaste in his presence, she couldn’t really do anything, for you and your siblings loved him as you would a friend. You thought he was a strong person. Someone you look up to, because he always seems to overcome his limitations as a human.

It wasn’t long before Tuktirey was born. The most adorable sister you could ever have, although a bit of a telltale, much to your brother’s chagrin, she was loved by the whole family. She looks like a bit of your father, and a bit of your mother. Tuk practically looks like a mix of your parents. You love it when she would play with your braids. But most of all, you love it when she would turn to you for more stories and dreams that you would have, carrying the innocent curiosity that a child like her would have.

You loved your siblings. You really do.

But right now? Things are just being so ridiculous.

“No, you cannot court my sister, Ao’nung,” Neteyam shook his head firmly, placing a protective arm in front of you, attempting to shield you from your suitor. There your brother was again. He’s having one of those stingy fits where he would deprive you and your lover of spending time together. Apparently, there was this thing called ‘codes’, where you cannot see your friend’s sister in a romantic way. The idea of it was ridiculous for you.

Really.

“Brother, you cannot have a say in this. You are not the one who is being courted,” you pushed his hand away, flashing a bashful smile at Ao’nung, being enraptured by his viridian eyes. Your eyes were swirling with love and a mix of nervousness as they met those of Ao’nung’s, only to be interrupted by Neteyam. “You are not to be courted by him (y/n), that is final.”

Just what bad deed have you done to deserve this? You obeyed your elders, went to hunt when told to, helped your fellow na’vi when being asked for help, learned healing, and healed others. Eywa! You even learned to cook many dishes after hearing your grandmother complain about how the food being prepared is becoming bland, if it were not for her cooking teylu. You would always say yes to anything that your family asks of you.

You always thought that you would not be able to say no to your family. Maybe there are things that do surprise you. Just like how your brother Lo’ak, is hissing at Ao’nung at this very moment.

“What is going on?” you ran towards the direction of the two young men, carrying firewood that your mother had asked you to fetch for her. There, you found your older brother hissing at your friend, for an unknown reason that somehow, you didn’t want to know. Therefore, being the most resourceful person in the scene, you opted for the firewood, pushing them in your brother's arms and pulling him away from the metkayina boy. “I am sorry Ao’nung, we will see you tomorrow!” With a sweet smile on your lips, how could Ao’nung complain? A boy who’s as smitten as him could never go against your wishes to stop the fight before it escalates. Ao’nung’s head always tends to tell him to go big or go home, but right now, that saccharine smile was his priority. He wouldn’t take the risk and make you cry, no.

He would rather battle a hundred akula than do that. He vowed to protect you after all.

Even from himself.

But that one just seemed impossible. He feels Eywa whispering to him that you are his muntxate.

He sees you as someone he would spend the rest of his life with.

Arriving at your marui, you sighed at your father’s questioning gaze after just seeing you drag your older brother back, as if he was asking just what trouble he got up to.

“What is it this time, Lo’ak?” He crossed his arms, tapping his left foot in impatience. You squinted at your father, knowing how he’d react if he knew he was in a disagreement with Ao’nung.

“Dad, I found him hissing at Ao’nung again–!” “You telltale– I knew that bastard had a bad influence on you!” Lo’ak hissed, his tail swaying back and forth with betrayal written on his eyes. You scoffed, side-eyeing him for a second before facing your father with pleading eyes.

“Bravo Zulu–” “Dad!” you yelled in disbelief, your jaw dropping when your father shook Lo’ak’s hand with pride evident on his face, menacing grins both on their faces. You could feel a migraine turning into aneurysm when your eldest brother entered the marui, “Dad, you wouldn’t believe Ao’nung– Oh, you’re here baby sis!” He chuckled nervously once he noticed your small figure in front of his father. You responded with a glare, crossing your arms at the three men towering over you who take pleasure in making Ao’nung suffer.

Clearing his throat, Neteyam puts a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you out of the pod, telling you that he has something to share with your father and Lo’ak. Refusing to be excluded in a conversation you knew was going to be about how they were going to torment the metkayina you love, you stood your ground and bore your fangs, something that you did very seldom towards your family.

“No.”

Neteyam squinted at you in return, turning to your father for help, instantly getting his support in a matter of a few seconds. “Yeah babygirl, we really need to talk about that trouble tailing your shadow every minute of the day, ‘kay?” Your father said, giving you a smile of reassurance and pressed a kiss on your forehead that did not faze you, even for a bit. Fate seems to be on your father’s side as you heard your mother calling for you in the background. You groaned in annoyance, rubbing a palm on your face causing Lo’ak to snicker at you, “Oh yeah sis, best get moving before mom gives you a whooping huh?”

You’d definitely get back at him when the time comes for him and Tsireya.

Bearing no choice in the matter, you were forced to evacuate your home and walked towards the direction of your mother.

Your brothers and your father on the other hand, were having the time of their lives imparting their knowledge about your suitor and what they would be doing whenever they would see the boy approach you. They have devised ‘the most sneaky’ plans to make Ao’nung back out in his courting, but were not able to deduce that the said young man was actually on his way to their pod as they were conversing with each other, bringing them to this very moment.

“I would like to court your daughter, sir. She is as beautiful as the ocean, and her whole being might as well be my sustenance as I cannot imagine life without her.”

The na’vi are known to be spiritually connected to Eywa, singing and dancing is embedded in their hearts. So no one could really blame Ao’nung when he broke into a song.

“I want to court your daughter,” he started, undulating notes while clenching his fist.

His eyes meet Lo’ak’s and then Neteyam’s, going back to Jake’s, “I know you don’t think I ought to.” He smiled, reminiscing his earliest memories with you, a smile tugging at his lips, “I’m not bad, I’m a great guy you’ll see,”

“I think that you should be–”

They were all sitting on the marui, silence overtaking when Jake suddenly slammed a hand on the floor, hiding his face from view, until Lo’ak burst into fits of laughter, wheezing at Ao’nung his father and Neteyam following suit. Ao’nung chose to ignore Lo’ak’s outburst, pursing his lips in deep contemplation. He would definitely get him back for this when he asks his parents to court Tsireya. Ao’nung licked his lips out of nervousness, seeking validation from your father’s eyes.

“I’ll be honest Ao’nung. I don’t care if you're the goddamn chief’s son,” Jake straightened his posture, emphasizing that he was much mightier than Ao’nung was at the moment, he was Toruk Makto for god’s sake. “You’re not good enough for my daughter, and I don’t want you around her, end of story.”

Ao’nung winced at Jake’s statement, his insecurities taking over his mind. He was the mightiest hunter in the clan that’s for sure, but who’s to say that you were looking for a hunter? A na’vi as charming and lovely as you is sought by most men. He would know because you were much like his sister, whom he finds himself being protective of, most of the time.

“With all due respect JakeSully, I understand why you are being protective of her. I have a sister myself, and might I remind you, your son desires to court her too– So why don’t you give me one last–”

“Get outta here.”

He sang his heart out, yet he still got denied?

Does Eywa hate him? Ao’nung immediately mutters an apology after thinking that way, his mind going in circles as he thought about his options. Then he remembered, go big or go home. Of course the answer to his problems has always been inside of him.

And so, Ao’nung prepared all sorts of things that he could give to show you and your family that he’s a good provider. He foraged in the morning, hunted in the afternoon, twisted the most intricate design he could do on a necklace. This very process went on and on for days. He figured that he would rather put his feelings into action than waste his time bumping shoulders with your brothers to convince them to let him see you. He knew that they would be as stubborn if he didn’t show them what he could do.

His preparation did not go over five days, eager to please you in a matter of short time. He wants to prove himself and he will. After putting his gifts into baskets, he asked Tsireya to come with him in an attempt to distract Lo’ak and avoid disruptions from him. His sister was aware of the Sully brothers’ antics and pitied her own brother, giving him a nod of agreement and took one of the baskets to carry towards the direction of your home. He carried in his left arm the biggest catch he could find that day to offer to your family, along with numerous baskets balancing on his right arm.

It didn’t take long until he reached the opening of your marui, catching the whole family on the floor, preparing dinner. He carefully placed the baskets on the side of the marui and kneeled before the entrance, making you raise your eyebrow at the sudden gesture. Your heart soared when you heard him speak, “Yawntu, I ask for permission to extend this gesture as the beginning of our courtship,” his voice growing smaller as he went on, “So, I offer you this necklace as a promise of love and declaration of commitment to you and only you..”

He pulled out a smaller basket from the satchel he was carrying, presenting you with the most exquisite necklace you have ever seen, precious stones attached to both ends of the fang in the center. You could feel your face heating up, getting nudged by your mother, with Kiri snorting at the corner as soon as she laid her eyes on your flushed face, and Tuk, she was giggling on your mother’s lap, casting a knowing grin at you.

“I accept–”

“No. no. no.” Jake immediately interjected the proposal, standing up from his position, towering over Ao’nung in a matter of seconds, effectively making Ao’nung feel intimidated, his tail swishing in newfound threat, whilst your father’s was flicking from left to right, the end of his tail dragging on the floor to display his protectiveness over you. Proving to be your father’s sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak copied him, standing behind their father, hissing at your suitor.

You have prayed to Eywa that she would somehow bless you with everlasting patience, but perhaps she simply does not want to show mercy to your father and older brothers.

As if Kiri, Tuk and Neytiri were anticipating what was going to happen, they all huddled up together in one corner, deciding to watch things unfold.

“Yes, I accept.” You said with gritted teeth, walking towards the entrance, your tail in full display as it seemingly found vigor from all the pent up anger that you have been feeling ever since your brothers found out about Ao’nung’s plans to court you. Your mother’s smile widened in pride as she saw you display protectiveness over the mate you wanted to choose. You glared at your father, walking in front of Ao’nung to shield him from their gaze.

“This is my life, and I will find a mate for myself,” you said, “I have been nothing but compliant my whole life, and I will not break that streak by not following my heart!”

The three tall men feet taller than you gulped, their ears flattened at your dilated pupils and snarl, currently afraid for themselves. You momentarily turned at Ao’nung, smiling at him sweetly and showed him your neck, gesturing for him to put on the necklace that he had assembled for you, earning angry hisses from your father, making you huff, unfazed by his threats.

“I will rip your throat into shreds if you so much hurt a single hair on–” “Ma’Jake.”

“Oh no, dad we are not done yet,” you crossed your arms, making Jake look away in defeat. Neteyam chuckled at his father’s surrender, making you raise an eyebrow at your brothers, “The two of you have a lot to explain as well.” “We do?” Neteyam frowned, making him elbow Lo’ak. “Damn sis, I have a good reason for–” “No you don’t! You are in the middle of asking Tsireya to be her mate too!”

As if on cue, they all sat before you simultaneously, their tails tucked between their legs. They could only wince at your words, a flurry of apologies thrown at Ao’nung, making you raise your nose up at your brothers and father, threatening them that if they so much treat your suitor badly again, you would find a way to live in a separate marui with Ao’nung.

And they knew to take your words seriously.

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Muntxate - wife

Bravo zulu - military slang for well done

Teylu - beetle larva; delicacy in Omatikaya

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kloofspeaks · 30 days

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Okay, I didn’t expect to come to this realization but it really just came to me, for some context: I’m a deer hunter, I haven’t hunted in awhile due to lack of heart in the sport, but here’s my opinion about Arthur’s high honor death scene.

In bow hunting, you’re aiming for the heart or near the chest of the deer, unlike a gun, deer have a sudden burst of adrenaline with bow hunting meaning; when they get shot they will run for instance, I’ve had a deer run and jump up two feet before collapsing and he ran about 30-40 yards and jumped across a ditch.

The running and adrenaline part of the deer’s death is John and Arthur’s escape. The reality of death setting in is when Arthur finally gives up and tells John that he’s pushed all he can, the adrenaline wearing off is the fight he has against Micah and the collapse and betrayal of Dutch. The final breath is the breathing of the deer leaving the earth with its final breath. It’s a slow and painful death which a gun will never provide unless you’re missing the shot completely, Arthur’s death even symbolizes the life of a deer to be hunted.

I haven’t hunted much anymore due to the fact I cannot handle watching an animal die. The experience was great, but that realization made me burst out in tears last night so I just had to mention something.

#rdr1 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #rdr2 spoilers #deer symbolism

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vixialuvs · 4 months

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DONT YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR CURLY HAIR !

୨୧. pairing - riki nishimura x reader .

୨୧. cw - hurt/comfort, wrote with a curly haired hispanic reader in mind, lwk self indulgent lol :,), friends to lovers

୨୧. summary - you get insecure about your curly hair after you overhear some girls talking about it in the halls, and ni-ki is there to comfort you.

୨୧. NOW PLAYING - “a letter to my thirteen year old self” by LAUFEY .

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you were a foreign exchange student, who has been living in korea since you were 7. you were never accepted into the standards because of your skin color, your hair, and the food you eat.

yet there was one boy, who you came to know as your best friend, nishimura riki. he came from japan, but still managed to fit in with the others. you sort of resented him, how easy people accepted him but gave you funny looks, always picking you last in games and never sitting with you during lunch.

he didn’t seem to care about any of that. he stuck by your side no matter how hard you tried to push him away, and you eventually gave in. years flew by, and you were still deemed as the odd one out, the only girl in the entire school with beautiful luscious curls, yet you were ashamed of them.

ni-ki, who was given that nickname by his friends in primary school, who was basically glued to your side, however, adored them. he would constantly ask for permission to play with your curls, and you couldn’t help but say yes, even though you knew it would make them somewhat frizzy. deep down in your heart, there was a sudden realization you were in love with the boy.

you pushed your feelings down deep, knowing he should get with one of the perfect korean girls in your school, ones with shiny straight hair and supple, pale skin that glows in the sun. you even decided that one of his fangirls would be a better match for him then you. in a final last ditch attempt to lose your feelings for him, you began to avoid him.

this hurt him so badly, seeing you dodge him in classes and hallways, hiding away during lunch in the library or the courtyard, eating alone. he kept trying to find you, hanging around the spaces you two used to sit together, under cherry blossom trees, on the bleachers, in the library, and finally, underneath the staircase.

he was going on his daily search for you when he heard sniffling come from your designated spot, and knowing your voice, he immediately knew it was you. he rushed down in his dark clothing, complete opposite from what your wearing, decked out in baby pink and white, bow in your hair and everything, seeing you sitting on the steps crying quietly. he sits beside you and cups your cheek, getting you to look at him.

“y/n? what happened?” his voice brings you out of your panic, causing you to look at the tall boy kneeled infront of you. you shake your head and look away from him, but he persists, now holding your face with both of his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks so lovingly, as if he loves you. “cmon, look at me y/n, please. just tell me.”

he murmurs pleadingly, thumbing away your tears. you cave in, unable to resist his gaze.

“just.. everyone in this school treats me like i’m some specimen.. or like an alien from another planet. just because of my hair and my skin color. i hate it so much ni-ki. and.. um..”

you pause, not sure if what your about to say will go over well. it could seriously jeopardize your entire friendship.

“and what?”

he murmurs, looking at you expectantly, nodding along to what your saying, waiting for you to speak.

“i like you ni-ki. i like you more then a friend and more then a classmate. i like you. i don’t know why i like you. i just do, okay? i’m so sorry. i’m so so sorry—“

your apologies are abruptly cut off with his pouty lips pressed onto yours. he brings you closer by placing a hand on the back of your neck to deepen the sweet, comforting kiss. your hands come up to rest on the sides of his neck and jaw. you pull away with wild eyes, but before you can speak again he cuts you off once more.

“don’t you worry about your curly hair, y/n. it’s so beautiful. people just aren’t used to your beauty, since nobody in korea has your beautiful hair. but you are so unique and ethereal, you stand out from everyone else for a good reason, and that’s why i love you. you aren’t considered normal, and neither am i.”

he rants on about how much he loves you and your hair, until you cut him off.

“you.. love me?”

you sound so awestruck. someone loves you? and it’s the boy you’ve been pining after for years?

“yes, y/n l/n, i love you so much it hurts. please, can i be your boyfriend?”

he pulls you up to your feet, yet hes practically towering over you, standing at 6’1, and interlocks your hands. he cups your cheek with another, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“yes, nishimura riki. you can be my boyfriend.”

you hum before pulling him into another sweet kiss, getting lost in his embrace.

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@vixialuvs . thank you for reading, do not copy, steal or plagiarize my work ! requests are always open !

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maple-the-awesome · 5 months

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Body Swap || Part 1/2

Part 2 ||

Pairings: Wild, Four, Sky, Hyrule x Reader

Overview: A wizard's spell leaves you both in a state of confusion, especially upon realizing you're no longer in your assigned bodies. No Wind for this one, so we'll just give him a cookie and spare him the trauma for today -.-/🍪 The other boys are at my mercy, though

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This dungeon had been going great - so great, in fact, that you were actually sad to reach the end of it. Sure, the puzzles were a pain in the butt and the miniboss was an embarrassing waste of time, but what had made it all worth it was the fact that you had gone through every trial right by Link’s side.

In a group of ten travelers, a date day with just the two of you is rare - extremely and unjustly rare - therefore you had both jumped at the chance of completing this dungeon alone together. Everything was going swimmingly, too, right down to the main boss battle. A tiny, itty bitty yet still very evil wizard is nothing compared to your combined force, so you expected it to be a piece of cake that would end in a wonderful memory to look back on later. Instead, it ended in a very different, less appreciated way.

One more hit was all it should've taken to defeat the little guy, however right as Link raised his bow for the final arrow, the wizard began swinging its wand around in a last ditch effort for success. Fearing for your partner's safety, you had rushed over with your shield, hoping to use it to block whatever spell the wizard planned, but in an unexpected twist, said spell turned into a cloud of smoke instead of a ball of energy like you expected.

As the boss made his escape, the fumes of his final spell poisoned the air and entered your lungs with an uncomfortable burn. Link and you both fell to your knees in coughing fits, suddenly feeling dizzy and woozy much to your concern...

Aside from the initial wave of nausea you felt, that wizard's spell seemed like nothing more than a harmless distraction for escape, at least that's what you would've went on thinking if not for the sight that greeted you once the smoke officially cleared.

"Oh jeez! ...Uhhh, are you alright?" Although a shock indeed, you remain calm with your first priority being to check on Wild who's still fanning away the fumes from his face.

"Yeah, I'm alrig -" He freezes almost as soon as the words are said, his eyes immediately shooting open to look down at his body - or rather your body that he's suddenly found himself in, "WHAT THE -?! HOW AM I - I'M YOU?!"

“Very observant, Wild,” You roll your eyes before looking around the room to find no sign of that wizard. Whether that’s fortunate or unfortunate might depend on your ability to reverse this little problem he’s now left you both with, “...Guess that little guy was such a sore loser he decided to play dirty then retreat. What a coward.”

Standing up, you start examining yourself for possible injuries - ones that weren't already a part of Wild's collection, that is. Thankfully you see nothing aside from a small cut above your hip from a hit he had taken earlier; an easy fix with the help of a red potion. If only the same could be said about your incredibly tangled hair that you pull a leafed branch out of with a cringe, "When was the last time you've taken a bath?"

"Rude!"

"Personal hygiene is very important. It keeps you from harboring full-on ecosystems in your hair."

"...You sound just like the Captain…" Wild mumbles under his breath while pushing himself off the ground. Once up, he wobbles and holds his arms out for balance as if he’s never stood on two legs before.

"Oh, the Captain! He’s going to have the time of his life with this one - all the boys will, I'm sure,” In Wild's opinion, your teasing smirk doesn’t quite carry the same effect as it would if on your assigned face. Instead, it looks a bit...silly to see you speaking as himself and judging on your sniffled laughter, he, too, must look equally as funny glaring back at you as you.

"Ugh. I can already hear Twilight blaming us for not being careful enough," He groans, subconsciously runs his hand over his arm which is smooth like silk rather than being rough with scars. Huh. He had forgotten how that felt...

"Yep, we're in for a heap of nagging and annoying jokes when we get back, but I say we at least have some fun with it while we can. Wanna see how long it takes anyone to notice?" You nudge his side as you pass by towards the exit of the boss chamber, your suggestion finally lifting his spirits.

"I don’t know. It could take them all night if we keep our mouths shut about it."

"No way. They'll notice as soon as I do something stupid and you don't, which should take approximately an hour at most…I mean, assuming that you’re not asked to make dinner tonight.”

“Oh, well in that case, they’ll definitely notice then. You’re a terrible cook.”

“Rude!”

You moan while rubbing your burning eyes. Even with them closed, you can still see remnants of the same flashy colors that had followed after that wizard’s stupid spell; like a firework show inside your eyelids that's so realistic you can actively smell the gunpowder.

"Don't panic," You hear someone say. You assume it must be Four since he's the only other person here, although his voice sounds different, almost like…

"Don't...? Why would I panic - AHH!" Once finally being able to see straight, you expected to find Four kneeling in front of you, but instead you just see yourself. It's as if you're looking directly into a mirror until you glance down at your hands. That's when you let out a shout, doing the exact opposite of what Four asked by instantly panicking upon realizing they aren't actually your hands, but his. Your clothes, your hair, your BODY; IT’S ALL HIM!

"I’M YOU!”

"I can see that."

"YOU’RE ME?!”

"Yes."

"...H-How are you not freaking out?" You blink at him - er, you? Whoever! You blink at who should be Four but is actually you as he simply shrugs in response to your question as if this is just another Tuesday for him!

"This isn’t really the ‘craziest’ thing that's happened to me. Maybe in the top three, but..."

You stare at him for a long minute, wanting to be angry that he's behaving so calmly right now, although he does have somewhat of a reputation for being one of the more relaxed Link's, not to mention the pair of you have seen some pretty crazy stuff during your adventures, both separate and together.

Running a hand through your hair, you take deep breathes and try your best not to be so freaked out especially once remembering this isn't technically your hair you're touching which makes you instantly stop the action, "...What do we do to fix this?"

"I...don't know."

"You 'don't know'? What, are we supposed to just live like this forever?!"

"No, of course not!" He crosses his arms uncomfortably and sighs, "We'll find a way to reverse the spell and get back to our normal bodies. We're in Legend’s world, but I think he mentioned that his Zelda knows some magic, so if we can get to the Castle, she might be able to help us."

You groan, running your hand over your face in irritation. You were having such a good day until this point! Why can't the universe allow you just one normal evening with your boyfriend, huh? Is that too much to ask for?

Four offers you a hand and helps you up. Once on your feet, you realize yet another detail about your current situation that makes you uncomfortable, "Woah. I'm not used to looking at myself from another perspective like this…or being so low to the ground.”

Four rolls his eyes at your comment before taking your hand and dragging you after him outside of the dungeon.

"Oh, come on! Doesn't it weird you out, too? Looking at yourself from my point of view while I’m in your body?"

"Of course, it’s weird,” He sighs again, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I'm just considering myself lucky I'm only looking at one of me."

"...One?"

"Sky? You alright?" You crawl blindly out of the smoke cloud, coughing along the way while keeping your eyes squeezed shut to prevent anything from getting in them. Although you receive no verbal reply, you can at least relax upon hearing Sky's wheezing close by.

You’re about to repeat your question, yet your voice dies within your throat. Once opening your eyes, you see yourself kneeled on the ground where you fan smoke away from your nose with a face scrunched up in irritation – except that’s not really you. It can’t be! You’re right here, so how is it that you’re suddenly able to look at yourself through a third person perspective? …Then you look down, slowly but surely putting the pieces together in your head.

"...Sky?"

Just as predicted, the 'other you' looks up in response, even giving a small hum before their eyes go wide with the same shock you undoubtedly mirror.

“(Y/n)? Is that you? You’re –“

“- You…And you’re me,” It doesn’t matter how many times you close your eyes and reopen them. Each time, you’re greeted by the same sight. Thanks to that stupid wizard, you’ve switched bodies with Sky which definitely wasn’t on your agenda for today…or any other, for that matter. Worst part? Neither of you know a thing about magic to reserve this, “…Shit…”

“M-Maybe someone else knows how to fix this?” Sky suggests hopefully, although judging on his waivered smile, even he must realize it’s a long shot. Not many Links are accustomed to magic either, and believe it or not, no one’s been in this situation yet not that they’ve ever cared to share, anyway.

“Here’s to hoping…Come on, we should at least get out of this place before that wizard comes back and switches our heads,” Sky gulps, but nods.

Standing to your feet, you brush yourself off and prepare to make your exit from this dark boss’s chamber, however you pause in place when you notice Sky following you at much slower pace, his posture rather stiff as he holds his arms slightly away from himself, “…Why are you walking like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like…” You copy his stance then give him a pointed look that makes him bow his head in embarrassment.

“I-I don’t want to touch something I’m not supposed to!”

"Awww, that’s sweet, but dude, you can relax. They're only feminine arms. They won't kill you," You roll your eyes, but can't help smiling at how careful and sweet he's trying to be. If there’s one thing to be grateful for in this situation, it’s that you got switched around with a gentleman instead of a pervert, "Just don't touch my breasts or anything and we’ll be good.”

Poor Sky whimpers uncomfortably after your comment…Yeah, hopefully this situation can be solved without leaving any lasting trauma behind...

"Mmm...Hey, are you alright?"

Hyrule's voice sound so distance despite him being so close by. You wish you could see him, but every time you try to open your eyes, you're only met with blurred colors and sparkles, "...I-I think so..."

Hyrule sighs and is about to say something else, but his relief is instead punctuated with a gasp once he looks down at his hands. He whispers your name, however his voice goes unnoticed the first time. He has to shout it a bit louder for you to actually hear him. Finally, you're able to open your eyes and see a bit more clearly - at least that's what you thought before looking over to his voice and just seeing yourself.

"What kinda spell was that? My eyes aren't working right," You start vigorously rubbing them again only for Hyrule to reach out and grab your wrists to stop you.

"They're working. At least, I-I'm pretty sure they're working. You, uh, see yourself instead of me, right?"

"Yeah."

"And I see myself instead of you."

"Okay?"

Hyrule bows his head, removing his hands from wrists to stare down at them with a wobbled frown, "I don't think it's a trick of our ours. I think that spell switched our bodies."

"...Oh...Oooh!" After his words sink in, you glance down at yourself and pick at your tunic, confirming that it feels as real as it looks.

“Alright. This might seem bad, but look on the bright side: neither of us are hurt so the others can scold us too much, right? Let’s just get back to camp and –" Hyrule’s cut off when you suddenly squeal. Startled, his head snaps back up at you, fearing that perhaps you had gotten hurt somehow, yet to his surprise, you have a bright smile on your face as you tangle your fingers in your hair – or rather his hair.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just – I’ve always wondered if your hair is as soft as it looks and it definitely is!” You giggle, unable to help yourself from testing your theory personally. Hyrule's hair has always appeared to be the fluffiest out of all the Links and you've been dying to ask him if you can touch it, perhaps even braid it. Now that you technically in his body now, might as well, right? It's at least some benefit to this weird situation, “What do you use to wash it?”

"I, uh...water, I guess?"

“…”

#x reader #reader insert #linked universe x reader #linked universe #link x reader #legend of zelda #lu hyrule x reader #lu wild x reader #lu four x reader #lu sky x reader

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luminalunii97 · 2 years

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I've seen non Iranians admiring the Islamic Republic national football team for not singing the national anthem. And then they were confused as to why iranians were happy that the team lost. Yes not singing the anthem might have consequences for them, but it won't change the fact that these people went to visit Raisi, the Islamic Republic president and bowed to him, posed happily for pictures while we were dealing with Kiam Pirfalak news, and said they don't care about politics and what's going on Iran in an interview, stating that they will focus on the game only. Not singing the anthem is nothing in comparison. And you might think they were under pressure. So were other athletes in Iran, let's see what they did:

Picture on the right is Elnaz Rekabi, an Iranian rock climber who was the first athlete to take off her hijab during Mahsa Amini protests to show her solidarity with people. She's currently under house arrest. she wasn't the first Iranian woman ever doing that. On the left, that's Shohreh Bayat, her story is so sad.

In many interviews I've seen of her, she always cries when she says her story. She was to referee the final of the Women's World Chess Championship a couple of years ago. While in another country she decided to wear her hijab loosely in an act of rebellion. She got warning from Islamic Republic twice and everytime she made it worse. She was asked to apologize but she refused, saying that she wouldn't apologize for what she believes in. At last, even though she wasn't ready to leave everything behind and start from scratch in a foreign country, she decided to ditch the compulsory hijab completely and never come back to Iran, because her life would be in danger if she did. Because of her choice she can't come back to visit her family anymore. her family supported her which made the authorities to force her father to resign (her father was the president of chess association in Gilan, Iran).

Then we had Iranian national beach soccer team. I think they were the first group who refused to sing Islamic republic national anthem. And after they got threatened to sing the anthem, they did something even more iconic. One of the players cut his imaginary hair after he scored.

Then we had these two scenes after scoring. They were recreating an inhuman thing Islamic republic did. The guy on the right is Khodanoor Lajei. He was murdered on bloody Friday in Zahedan. He was a Baloch guy. I'm going to post about Balochs and the thing that's been done to them by Islamic republic in details. For now know that this guy got killed in protests but this picture of him is for a couple of months back. He insulted a Basiji guy or something, Islamic republic police chained him to a pole in the middle of the city to make him an example for others, after beating him. When he asked for water they brought him a cup but they put it out of his reach in front of him and laughed at his thirst. (You see why we hate Islamic Republic, IRGC and Basij?!) The picture got out only after his death because Baloch people didn't think the rest of Iran would care about them enough to react. That broke my heart unspeakably much.

With so much bravery, our national girl's basketball team has been posting photos without mandatory hijab ever since the protests have begun.

Last but not least, Parmida Ghasemi, iranian archer ditching mandatory hijab inside of iran. She took it out for receiving the prize and while she was being photographed.

(Btw, non of these women "forgot" their hijab accidentally. If you're iranian you learn to never forget your hijab since you're 7, the age you start school. Without a formal head wearing you won't be allowed to attend school classes. When you grow up with it, you'll get used to it. You have no idea how weird it feels to not wear a veil in public, I'm still getting used to it.)

we've witnessed many iconic brave moves by our athletes but non of them said we don't give a shit about what's happening in Iran before the game. I'm not saying they won't be redeemed one day, I'm just saying they should work to win their respect back.

#iran news #iran #mahsa amini #iran protests #human rights #politics #sports #middle east #archery #basketball #football #soccer #qatar world cup #beach football #chess #rock climbing #iran revolution #revolutionary athletes #civil disobedience

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robinbuckleysgfreall · 1 year

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would u be so kind to slut out enid

At your service *dramatic bow*

Good little girl

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Summary: reader has a “bad girl” reputation however Enid is infatuated with them none the less. Reader questions why such a good girl would want to be with them and finally gives in and shows enid a good time.

“good little girl always licking a fight with me you know that I’m bad but your spending the night with me..”

Warnings: smut, innocent kink??, lesbian sex,

Enid has been watching you for weeks. You knew it but you never said anything. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why it was at first. Was she investigating you for her blog? Was she spying on you for her roommate Wednesday? Either way you couldn’t tell if you were more flattered of creeped out. Sure Enid was cute, absolutely adorable infact, the things you would do to her if you could but she was far too innocent for you.

From the way she skipped down the halls,the way her blonde and dyed hair swayed above her shoulders to the way her cheeks lit up brightly every time you caught her staring at you almost… longingly? In your eyes Enid would never be interested in someone like you, a “trouble maker” not as “ tortured artist” as Xavier but close enough. Enid was a pretty in pink kind of girl you were more of grey. Not quite as dark as Wednesday but not light either. Little did you know that that was exactaly what pulled Enid to you more and more.

Soon enough Enid found herself changing her walking route to class just to accidently bump into you or sitting opposite you in the canteen at lunch just so she could catch a glimpse of your charismatic smirk as you laughed with your friends. Every night (whilst Wednesday was firmly asleep with her noise cancelling headphones to block out any sound of life) Enid would pull out her special stuffed animal from beneath her bed, the one reserved especially for her pleasure, and hump it frantically to the thought of you and your ring adorned hands and smirking lips. She couldn’t help it, she needed you and as much as she tried to keep up the innocent act, her thoughts of you were not so.

Enid’s chance to get closer to you arose a few weeks later when you were assigned as partners for a class. You subconsciously watched the way her hips swayed as you skipped over to sit next to you, accidently brushing your thighs together beneath the table making her cheeks turn that cute shade of pink you adored. You subconsciously wondered what other parts of her would flush that shade of pink, perhaps her nipples as you abused them tirelessly with your tongue, or her cl-

You were suddenly pulled from your horny thoughts as you felt her place a hand on your shoulder “so my dorm tonight then y/n?” She said with a smile, you looked at her confused and she gestured towards the assignment infront of you and you quickly nodded in response before turning your attention back to the lesson so she couldn’t see how flustered you had become.

Later that evening you got changed, into something simple a loose shirt and some shorts, before making your way to Enid’s room. Your palms were sweaty as you knocked on the door hearing a squeal from inside and a rush of movement before the door opened to reveal a flushed looking Enid wearing a spiral pink crop top and shorts. You said hi as she let you in and sneakily gave her the once over, noticing the way her nipples were peaking through her top. No bra? You thought. What had Enid been up to before you arrived. You perched yourself on the edge of Enid’s bed as you pulled out the assignment and you got to work. After about an hour you both found yourself sitting much closer, legs touching, as you chatted about life and friends completely ditching the assignment before you.

“What’s with all the stuffed animals?” You asked teasingly thing a laugh. Enid placed her hands over her face embarrassed but you reached for her hand and reassured her that you thought they were cute. She eased at that. “Like that bunny over there, looks like the one from Alice in wonderland” “i love that movie!” Enid gushed “woah whose this big guy?” You said reaching for a teddy that was logged behind her pillow. Enid reached her arm out to stop you touching it but it was too late you had already grabbed it.

“What’s the big deal this guys so ador-“ you stopped your teasing statement as you hand landed on a particular wet, sticky patch of the toy. Enid looked at you dear in her eyes as you clocked what it was. “I’m SO sorry, i was going to put him away but i didn’t have time” she stopped mid sentence and watched in awe as you took the fingers of your sticky hand and licked them clean, eyes rolling back in your head. Enid gulped back a moan at the erotic sight her thighs clenching together.

“You taste so sweet Enid.” You teased. “Tell me” you crawled towards her “what’s a sweet little thing like you got in her mind whist rutting desperately into this hm?” Enid began to stutter out a response but you interrupted her with a finger over her plush lips.

“Where you thinking about me? Enid be honest darling” she nodded frantically nuzzling her face towards your hand like a puppy. You placed a hand on her clenched thighs pressing them open. “Is this ok?” You asked. “Yes please touch Me” she begged and you wasted no time tearing off her shorts revealing her still puffy, pink pussy her clit on display aching to be played with. “Aw no panties? You are naughtier than i thought” you commented making her blush and giggle.

You began rubbing her aching clit whilst diving in to kiss her on the lips, biting them to make her moan into your mouth. You lowered your head between her thighs and began sucking on her clit before entering two fingers into her aching hole. She moaned wildly, grabbing frantically onto your hair to ground herself as you ravished her pussy, drunk on the sweet taste of her. Just as Enid was about to tip over the edge you pulled away, face dripping with her slick.

She let out a wolf ish sound like mix between a whine and a growl and you smirked at her. “Don’t worry baby I’ll let you finish, but i want you to use this” you lifted up the teddy again. “Show me how you please yourself to the thought of me, go on be a good little slut” Her head clouded with thoughts of only pleasing you and reaching her own pleasure, Enid obliged, placing the toy between her thighs and grinding down onto it pulling a gasp from her lips at the friction on her worked up clit from you playing with her moments before.

You slipped out of your own panties and shorts as you watched her and began fingering yourself at the sight of her infront of you, watching you get off made her actions more frantic and rushed. The sight of her slurring herself out like this for your viewing pleasure made both your mouth and your pussy water deliciously. You watched as her rosy clit made contact with the plush toy and it made you think back to you thoughts earlier in class. You crawled towards her again, pulling up her shirt to reveal her pretty pink nipples, erect with pleasure and her tits bouncing from her movements. She moaned as you took one into your mouth sucking on it and toying with the other in your hands.

It didn’t take long after for you to both finish together and you lay in a sweat, cuddled together under her colourful duvet. Her head tucked into the crook of your neck, naked bodies entwined together. “What’s a good girl like you doing spending the night with someone like me?” You asked. “Maybe I like a bad girl, this kitty has claws too” she joked snuggling further into you as you placed a kiss atop her head.

—- finished

I hope you liked its kinda rushed but i enjoyed writing it :)

#enid sinclair x reader smut #enid is a lesbian #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair smut #lesbian smut #Wednesday smut #Enid Sinclair #wednesday Addams #ajax petropolus

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raapija · 2 months

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‎‧₊˚✧ Whenever you want me *:･ﾟ

fashion designer!lance x footballer!nando

~500 words, no warnings <3

A small glimpse into a tender moment between Fernando and Lance.

Fernando could hear Lance's bare feet padding along the tile flooring of the hallway to his bedroom. The mild scent of his shampoo leafed in through the open door. The Canadian's head peeked into the room.

"Hey..." he said shyly from the doorway, making Fernando snicker. Lance stepped in, and to Fernando's delight, he had found one of his hoodies to put on. His hair was still wet, dripping onto it and staining parts of the fabric a shade of blue darker. He had on a pair of boxers, too, nothing more. Seeing him like this was strange to his ordinary get-up; a suit and vest, classy and stylish. Sure, Lance looked great in a suit, but Fernando preferred him like this.

"You look cute." Fernando said when Lance sat on the edge of his bed. He smelled good, his fruity shampoo and soap suited Lance much more nicely. The hoodie was too big on him, Fernando liked them baggy, but Lance almost disappeared into it. He had tied the hoodie's drawstring into a bow, which Fernando found charming. Lance always had to add something special.

"Can I keep this?" the Canadian asked. He picked at the hem of the hoodie where there was a small tag with a Real Madrid logo on it. Fernando swiped a strand of Lance's damp hair off his forehead and to the side. Lance’s chestnut brown eyes looked at him.

"Sí, got more than enough." he said and watched Lance's cheeks turn pink. He really was adorable. Lance leaned forward to kiss him, sweet and soft. Completely opposite of the way he had crushed their lips together half an hour ago on the same bed. Not rough and needy, but nice. Tender.

"I wish I could stay." Lance lamented as he scooted closer, settling into Fernando's arms and laying his head onto his bare chest. Fernando held him close, Lance matching his breathing.

"You could. Never leave again." Fernando said and rubbed small circles on his back. Lance was warm. Soft to the touch. "Stay with me forever."

"I wish I could." Lance repeated, his voice small and frail. Right at this moment Fernando could ditch his whole life for him. Quit playing football; get his pension and leave town. Go wherever Lance needed him. Be it Montréal, Paris or Berlin. He couldn't care less about anything other than Lance. He'd lounge in his studio all day, watch him work on his sketches and patterns. Bring him coffee when he needs it and take him out to lunch.

"Will you come see me soon?" the Canadian asked and Fernando nuzzled his hair. Lance's hold around his waist tightened. Fernando felt like he would shatter into his arms if he let go. Lance rarely let this softer side of him show. Normally he was cool and collected, always ready for whatever came his way. But with Fernando, he could let go of the walls he had built around himself. Make Fernando the one to take care of him.

"Whenever you want me."

#football/fashion au #strollonso #lance stroll #fernando alonso #drabble

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mirage-aera · 3 months

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•°. *࿐ Stay high

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

pt 1. - pt 2

Synopsis: You lose yourself in your grief. You do various things that you never did, or occasionally did. As much as you know it’s wrong, you can’t get yourself to stop. You need to keep him off your mind somehow.

Word count: 2.263

Masterlist

TW!! Mention of character death, eating disorder, alcoholism.

Please don’t read this, read my other work instead if this triggers you. This time it’s pretty heavy on the latter two topics. Stay safe lovelies.

Simon has been officially declared MIA on a mission gone bad. Or so, that’s what you’ve been told. It’s been months and you’ve been spiraling ever since the news broke out. You’re clinging onto the smallest of hopes that he’s still out there. Alone, injured, but alive. It’s scary how you can go from being completely independent to being dependent on someone, only for it to be ripped away from you in seconds, being left alone to figure out how to be fully independent again. You’ve gone from being able to sleep in your bed alone like a baby, to being not able to sleep at all. Tossing and turning, wondering if Simon is still out there kicking, or if he already has kicked the bucket. His body lying in a ditch somewhere or in some organization’s basement. You don’t know, no one knows what happened to him. All that is known is that he was on a solo mission, observing a high-value target. Only for it to be an ambush and get surrounded by tangos. From there on out it was radio silence.

You lay on the couch. Eyes swollen and red from continuous crying. The TV is playing some show that you can’t be bothered to care about on repeat. It’s been months, and you’re still as miserable as the day they came to your door and sent you their condolences. They promised to let you know if there are any updates about him, even if they end up finding his body. They promised they’d tell you. You don’t know if the lack of updates is a good thing or the exact opposite.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the 'tub, then I go to sleep

You haven’t eaten all day. You either don’t eat for days on end, or eat an unhealthy amount of junk food to keep you going. You know it’s not healthy. You know it’s not what Simon would want you to do. But you can’t help it. You need something, someone to numb the pain. A knock sounds at the door. You rush off the couch to open the door. You hope that it’s Simon at the door. You stumble toward the door and fling it open. Your heart sinks to your stomach when you spot two military officers at the door. They look at you grimly and hold out Simon’s dog tags, bloodied balaclava, and a small wooden box with his personal effects. Your entire world crumbles at that moment. The sight of his dog tags and bloodied balaclava sends bile to your throat. You reach out with shaky hands for the items. You put the wooden box down. You clutch the piece of cloth and metal tightly in your hands. One of the officers speaks up. “Mrs. Riley, we regret to inform you that Simon Riley has been declared KIA,” they take off their hats and bow their heads, “our condolences.” A sob escapes your throat. You nod meekly, wish them a good night, and shut the door. Once the door is closed, it’s only you in the lonesome cold house. You slide down the door and sit on the floor. Cries leave your body. He’s gone, he’s really gone, and he’s not coming back.

You get up shakily and walk to the kitchen. You raid the kitchen cabinets for whatever junk food you can reach for. You grab several candy bars, cookies, cakes. Whatever you still have left, whatever you haven’t touched. You glance at the fridge. All of the food stored is starting to expire. You know you should eat healthier if you’re going to eat at all. But it isn’t appetizing to you anymore. More tears fall from your eyes. You trudge over to the couch. You slump over and start eating. You binge on whatever you grabbed until it’s all or mostly gone. Not even a minute later you feel yourself growing nauseous. You send yourself to the bathroom to throw up. You don’t make it to the toilet bowl. Instead, you empty all of your stomach’s contents into the bathtub. After you finish throwing everything back up. You slump over the side of the bathtub. You rest your head on your arms. Sobs racked through your body. Binging on junk food made you temporarily forget about Simon. Giving you short bliss. Now you’re back into that rabbit hole and you can’t climb out. Eventually, you fall asleep on the cold, hard bathroom floor. Having been tired out by sobbing your sorrows out.

The following morning you wake up with a sore and scratchy throat. Your head is pounding. And the thoughts of Simon are flooding your mind. All of the past memories you’ve made together are looping in your mind like a movie. All of his sweet nothings are playing in your head like a broken record. It’s as if he’s haunting you in your own house. A house you used to share with him. You begrudgingly get up from the bathroom tiles. You walk towards the living room, wanting to go back to sulking on the couch and feeling miserable for yourself. For how far you’ve fallen. Then you eye the liquor cabinet. You aren’t much of a drinker, you never were. But you’d sometimes join Simon in the activity, as he’s fond of dabbling into the occasional night spent with whisky in one hand, the other entangled with yours. You swing open the liquor cabinet. Grabbing the first thing you see. Whisky. Great. Another thing to remind you of him. You walk towards the dining table. A table you’ve always kept neat, a table that is now littered with all sorts of things. You haven’t cleaned the house in ages, not having the energy to do so.

And I drank up all my money

Dazed and kinda lonely

You're gone, and I gotta stay high all the time

To keep you off my mind

You sit down and crack open the bottle of whisky. You don’t bother pouring it into a glass. You take a huge gulp and swallow. Your throat burns as the liquid traverses from your throat to your stomach. You grimace. You never got used to the burning sensation, perhaps you will later. You keep drinking until you feel yourself getting sick.

The same pattern repeats in the following days. You’d binge eat junk food, throw it up, and pass out. The next morning you’d drink yourself stupid and sick. After you run out of alcohol, you’d buy more. You run out of junk food, you order a huge amount of takeout. You burn through your money without a care in the world.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you, babe, I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you

All of this has one goal, to keep Simon off your mind for as long as possible. Even if it’s only temporary. You’d rather forget about him temporarily than torment yourself with all sorts of trinkets around the house that remind you of him. The picture frames on the wall. His closet. His favorite drink, alcoholic and non alcoholic. Even his toothbrush will torment you till the day you die. Every time you try to pick your life back up. When you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart that he has left behind. You’d regress and fall further down that hole. You’ve gone from being an occasional drinker to someone who can’t function without getting drunk at least every other day. To someone who eats healthy and promotes it, to someone who doesn’t bother anymore and eats a very unhealthy amount of junk food. From someone who seldom goes to bars, to someone who frequents them often.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive

I make it fast and greasy

I'm numb, and way too easy

You find yourself in another bar. You’ve been hopping in between bars for the last couple of months. People are always telling you that with time grief will get easier. Oh how wrong they are. You feel the same amount of grief, if not more. The bartender recognizes you the instant you make yourself known. He already hands you your preferred drink. You’re a paying customer after all, even if you look like you went through hell and back. As you down shot after shot. You see a man walk up to you and take a seat next to you. You ignore him. Wanting to drown yourself in your sorrows in solitude. But the man is persistent and orders you another shot when you finish yours. You glance at him. “You didn’t need to do that.” You say indifferently. The man shrugs before grinning. “You look like you’ve had a rough couple of days. You could use a treat.” You scowl at the shot on the counter. You down it quickly. The man orders another for you. “Make that a couple of months.” You retort bitterly. He looks at you surprised before he gives you an understanding nod. The bartender gives you another shot. You down that one just as quickly as you did the other couple of shots. “If you need a distraction I’d be willing to give you one.” You arch an eyebrow. He’s offering you to hook up with him. You dwell on his offer. You can’t believe you’re even considering it. It must be the alcohol talking. Before you even realise it you blurt out your answer. “Sure.”

One thing leads to another. A sloppy, messy kiss develops into a makeout session. From the living room to the bedroom. Clothes being torn off. When he climbs up onto you, a thought rushes through your slightly sobered-up mind. You promised you’d stay loyal to him. Even if he’s dead. Everything starts rushing to you and you can’t take it. You push him off you, gather your clothes, give him a rushed apology while throwing your clothes on, and storming out of his apartment. You call yourself an Uber to get you back home. You swear to yourself, that this is going to be a night you’re going to forget. Erase from your mind.

You sit in the car, pondering on the actions that you’ve just done. You were ready to give yourself to another man, a stranger no less. You don’t even know his name and he doesn’t know yours. Tears fall from your eyes. That thought scares you. Yes, you want to keep Simon off your mind, but not like this. Anything but this.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun ain't got no end, oh

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain, oh

The next few days you spend your time revisiting old places that you often visited with him. Places he would take you out on dates, places that you begged him to take you to. You’d stay out from morning until late in the night. You’d bring enough that’ll be enough for two people. You and Simon. You’d pretend he’s still here with you, telling you about his day. How his teammates, friends are doing. People who pass you by think you’re insane, and honestly, they might be right. But do you care? No. This is your way to grieve. You keep his death off your mind by pretending he’s still here with you. Your own little play pretend. Because you know when you get home, the harsh reality will sink in and destroy you again. You want to savor these moments as long as you possibly can. Oh, how it hurts. That the one you need to numb the pain is Simon himself, and no one else.

You're gone, and I gotta stay high all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time to keep you off my mind

When you get back home from your adventures. The loneliness, and coldness from the house you once called comforting, and warm, seep into your bones. You go back to your routine. Drown yourself with more junk food or alcohol. Cry yourself to sleep. Wake up. Cry again. Go out until late. Rinse and repeat.

A figure hiding himself in the shadows outside your shared home observes your behavior. His heart breaks when he sees how far you’ve fallen. He watches how his strong independent woman, resorts to bad habits to keep herself afloat, mourning the supposed death of her husband. He wishes he could barge in, and comfort you. But he can’t. At least, not yet. And that fact hurts him tremendously. He just wishes he’ll be able to finish his mission before you fall rock bottom in that rabbit hole you’ve dug up for yourself.

For now, the only comfort he can give himself is watching you in your home. He’ll have to stay in the shadows and watch from afar. Keeping you at arms’ length.

Sometimes you’d see a dark, hooded figure by the window. They wear a mask similar to Simon’s. But it can’t be him. He’s dead and isn’t coming back. So for now you’ll ignore the figure. As long as they don’t come in here and interrupt your peace, you don’t give a damn about them. But you can’t help but have that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. What if it really is him?

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yangkitties · 19 days

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bros before hoes ✰ chapter 11: ding dong ditch

wc: 0.9k

You stood outside Hybe Cafe with Tsuki and Anton, making small talk.

Anton was a timid little dude, albeit being one of the funniest and sweetest guys you knew. He stood awkwardly beside you, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. He chuckled lightly at your attempts at diffusing his nerves, smiling gratefully at you. You’d met him a few times prior to this, and was glad to know he had warmed up to you.

You don’t even remember how you ended up owing your brother this favour, but you didn’t mind. Anton was a nice guy and if helping him make more friends was the favour, then you were more than ready to complete it.

Anton and Tsuki were hitting it off, talking about their favourite drinks. Tsuki had this aura which put everyone around her at ease, and you were beyond grateful for her presence. Maybe her being there would help Anton and Jungwon become friends faster.

Just as you were about to text Sunghoon asking where he was, you heard voices bickering at the end of the hallway. Sunghoon and Jungwon appeared at the turn, seemingly arguing about Sunghoon’s hair.

Jungwon turned away from Sunghoon, throwing his hands up in frustration. Sunghoon rolled his eyes at him, quickly fixing his hair.

You laughed to yourself before waving them over.

‘Tsuki noona!!’ Jungwon ran over, enveloping Tsuki in a hug. She ruffled his hair affectionately, pulling away with a wide smile on her face. Jungwon bowed to you, turning to lightly smile at Anton.

‘That’s right! Jungwon, Anton. Anton, Jungwon!’ You introduced them to each other.

‘I’m here too…’ Sunghoon sulked from the back, awkwardly standing a few feet away. Jungwon rolled his eyes, grabbing him violently and pulling him towards the rest of the group.

‘C’mon, let’s go inside.’ Tsuki urged the rest of you guys to follow her, going to a booth at the back.

The first few minutes were awkward, the 5 of you staring at each other in silence. But thankfully Tsuki knew just how to break the ice, and soon enough the conversation bloomed, lively chatter passing between all of you.

Anton and Jungwon seemed to get along just fine, bonding over their shared interests. You observed them silently, smiling at how genuine Jungwon seemed at getting to know Anton. Anton seemed less awkward, his shy facade slowly melting away.

You then turned to the other side, looking at Tsuki. She seemed to be making small talk with Sunghoon, who was once again reduced to a blubbering mess. He did look more confident today, his face less of a tomato red and more of a baby pink.

You joined in on their conversation, intently listening to some story Sunghoon was recounting. Sunghoon was animatedly explaining the events, talking about what he and Jake had been doing in Japan.

That’s when Jungwon stood up, Anton mimicking his actions, ‘I want to show Anton something up in the practice rooms, I’ll be quick with it!’ He smiled before walking away, Anton waving at you as he followed Jungwon.

At least I don’t have to drag them away now… Damn it now I have to find an excuse to leave too. You thought to yourself, frowning as you waved back.

‘Oh! Look at the time, I actually have to go! I promised Haewon I’d help her with cleaning around the dorm.’ Tsuki’s voice cut through your thoughts as she stood up, startling you.

You shot up instantly, hand on her wrist ‘Oh, really? Well, Tsuki, you stay here I’ll help Haewonnie! You have that dust allergy anyway.’ You mustered up your most enthusiastic smile, lightly nudging Tsuki back to her seat.

‘No, it’s absolutely okay, let me do it. Plus, Haewon specifically mentioned that she wanted me to help. And you hate cleaning anyway, so let me do it.’ You could see her forced smile as she practically pushed you to sit back down.

This was a new side of her that you had never seen, and you weren’t too excited to fight her like this. You nod hurriedly, settling into your seat in mild terror.

As soon as she knew you weren’t going to argue anymore, she morphed back into her usual self, waving cheerfully as she left.

‘That was… odd.’ You mused loud, fiddling with the ice in your drink. You signed, frown returning to your face. ‘Guess this is it then. See you day after tomorrow for MC practice?’ You turned to Sunghoon, disappointment visible in your face.

Sunghoon noticed your light pout, suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to do everything to make you feel better overcoming him.

‘Uhh… I mean just because they’re gone doesn’t mean we can hang out, right? I don’t have anything to do, unless you do?’ He asked tentatively, eyes searching for a sign in yours.

‘Oh-! That’s fine, yeah, we can hang out!’ You smiled, shoulders relaxing.

Sunghoon cheered mentally, celebrating his successful attempt at cheering you up. ‘That’s great! Let me go get some more croissants for us and then I��ll tell you this story about me and Heeseungie hyung.’

You giggled at his enthusiasm, butterflies filling your stomach at his eager smile.

The rest of the evening is filled with the both of you exchanging stories of your trainee days and childhoods, laughing and reminiscing about the past.

You thank whatever deity exists above for this opportunity, basking in Sunghoon’s presence, simply enjoying his company.

Unfortunately all good things come to an end. You wave bye to Sunghoon, floating on cloud 9 as you leave. You’re beyond happy, and truly nothing could change that.

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: YN LORE JUST DROPPED !!!! if anyone can guess who their brother is i will give you a Kiss 😁

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roanniom · 2 years

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Hey there! Absolutely love your work!!

I especially enjoyed the one where they played 7 minutes in heaven💖 will there be perhaps a part two?

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 3k~

Read Part 1 Here

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, dry humping / grinding, semi-public sex, flirting, bossy!Steve, lil dirty talk

Only moments after getting out of the closet for seven minutes in heaven, your hand is still held by none other than Eddie Munson, and you couldn't be happier. You hadn't fully believed he'd ditch you the moment the door was open, but a small nagging insecurity had made you cling to him in those final seconds because you truly did not want to be parted.

Eddie seems to have the same feeling, however, because he leads you into the kitchen, bringing your body flush against his to avoid the few people milling about around the drinks table.

"Can I get you something, m'lady?" he asks with an exaggerated bow. You laugh and shrug.

"I'll have something if you're having something."

"Yeah ok one moment," he says, dropping your hand and taking a step toward the drinks table. He hesitates however and turns back to look at you, holding a hand up. "Wait there, ok?"

"Yeah ok," you say with a big grin on your face. He hesitates again and then surges forward and picks you up by the waist. You squeal as he deposits you down on the kitchen counter behind you, stepping between your legs.

"Just...don't go anywhere, yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree breathlessly. He searches your eyes for a second as if making sure you're telling the truth before nodding and walking over to the drinks. You follow him with your eyes and feel your heart begin to beat erratically. He wants you to stay.

As you watch, Eddie siddles his way up to the makeshift bar. He grabs a beer which he pops open against the edge of the table, taking a generous gulp which, based on the way he sighs and closes his eyes for a second, might be to calm his nerves. You feel a little tickle of fondness in your chest at the way this whole thing seems to have worked him up as well. It chips away at some of the fear which had managed to keep you more timid than you would have liked. When Eddie looks up from the table to find your eyes on him, he gives you a beaming smile and you practically melt into the formica countertop.

“This ok?” he mouths, holding up a bottle of vodka and a bottle of cranberry juice. It’s not a massive kitchen, but there are other people in there and it’s quite loud. You nod vigorously and give him a thumbs up. He salutes you and pours a generous shot into a cup full of ice before adding a big pour of cranberry juice. You expect him to head over then but he starts rummaging around in the assorted mixers till he finds an open can of sprite, which he uses to top off the beverage.

When he approaches you he moves right between your thighs and into your personal space as if he’s done it a million times and on instinct you grab onto his shoulders.

“Libations for the lady,” he says, handing you your cup proudly. He watches you as you take a sip and smiles smugly when you gasp.

“That’s really good!”

“I don’t know shit about fancy drinks, but I know if you make something fizzy, it’s much better,” he says with a shrug, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips.

“It’s also sweet, which I like. So thank you,” you add. Eddie shrugs again.

“I just assumed. Sweet girl, sweet drink.” He leans forward and places a kiss on your cheek and you have to be careful not to squeal.

“I was at a party in my old town once and a guy asked if he could get me a drink and then brought me a cup that was just vodka and tequila mixed together.”

“Did you have him arrested?” Eddie asked, his face completely deadpan. “Pretty sure that’s a federal crime. Might even break the Geneva Convention.”

“Someone’s been paying attention is history,” you tease, clinking the edge of your cup to his bottle.

“I wake up from time to time. You can only nap so long before Freddy Kruger will get ya.” He ends the sentence by digging the fingers of his free hand into your ribs and you flail at the ticklish intrusion.

“I fucking love Nightmare on Elm Street. Have you seen the trailer for Dream Warriors yet?”

“It looks sooo metal,” Eddie agrees with a nod. You take another sip of your drink and his hand falls from your ribs to settle on the top of your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the exposed skin. Eddie’s head is cocked to the side and he’s watching you again. Watching your lips on the rim of your cup. Watching the way your throat moves as you swallow. “So you like vodka cranberries - with sprite - horror movies, and…me?”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling too big at the understatement of that breakdown but you nod.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But why?” he asks.

“Why do I like vodka cranberries? Like you said, they’re sweet.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

“Horror movies are fun. Being scared in a theater is actually pretty cathartic - ,”

“Princess,” Eddie interrupts you, his voice serious. You play with the sleeve of his leather jacket where it’s started to fray at his wrist.

“You’re really interesting. I feel like I spend more time paying attention to the trouble you get up to in the back of the classroom with your friends than I do paying attention to the teacher.” Your admission has him chuckling so you continue. “You seem like you really love your friends, and they seem to love you so that really says a lot. You’ve always been really nice to me, and you’re funny as fuck.” Eddie swipes the air with his hand in a show of dismissive bashfulness and you swat his hand down. He returns it to your thigh and continues rubbing circles into your skin. “And besides all that you’re…you’re…”

“What am I, princess?” he asks, curiosity genuine on his face. You knock back the rest of your drink before busying yourself with placing the cup to the side, using the activity so that you don’t have to look him in the eye as you continue.

“You’re just really fucking hot. And obviously I’m sure you know that but like, I don’t know, the hair, the way you dress, your fucking rings…” you look down at the hand on your thigh and tap on the silver rings standing out against your skin. His hand moves out from under your finger tip and cups to cup your chin, pushing you to make eye contact with him. He’s smiling, but it’s soft, his eyes peering into yours with that searching quality again.

“You aren’t real,” he says quietly.

“Yeah I am,” you dismiss, trying to look away again but he keeps hold of your chin. His eyes dip to your lips and then back up again. The beer bottle forgotten on the counter beside you, Eddie moves so that both of his hands cradle your face on either side. You feel your pulse race at his touch and proximity.

“No, you’re a fucking dream and I’m not good at disappointment so I better wake up right now before you vanish in a puff of smoke and break my heart.” His words are joking but there’s an edge to them that makes you pretty sure he’s more nervous than he’s letting on. Suddenly he spasms, feeling you pinch him lightly on his arm. “The fuck?”

“Not a dream. You seem to be awake,” you say cheekily. This makes his face break out into a massive grin. And then he’s leaning into you and kissing you soundly. His tongue tastes like beer and smoke and you wish you could consume him. He presses into you on the counter and you want him to push you into the formica surface.

He pulls away enough to bury his face in your neck and chills run down your spine at the feeling of his lips at your ear.

“I’ve had a crush on you since your first fucking day. So pretty in those cute little skirts. And then I spoke to you and you’re also so damn sweet? It wasn’t fair.” He nips at your earlobe and you gasp. Emboldened by his own admission, you grab him by the back of his head and pull him back to kiss your mouth again. He slots further between your legs and that’s when you feel it. A bulge pressing up against the apex of your thighs. You swivel your hips experimentally into him and he groans.

“Jesus Christ. Munson! New girl! Get a fucking room!”

Eddie whips around to find Steve Harrington standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his hands on his hips. A couple of random partygoers titter and watch him scold the two of you. You try to hide behind Eddie, embarrassed, but he’s laughing.

“Sorry, did I make you jealous, Harrington?”

“Exceedingly. Broke my heart. Oh no, what’ll I do now?” Steve replies in full deadpan, folding his arms across his chest.

Eddie sweeps you off the counter and places you on your feet, manipulating you so that you’re standing in front of him with his chest to your back, his hands on your hips guiding you forward. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass and it reminds you of how hot and heavy things had started to get.

And of how wet you are already.

“You snooze you lose, buddy,” Eddie says with a wink over your head. Steve rolls his eyes and moves out of the way so you both could pass, swatting goodnaturedly at Eddie’s shoulder when he looks back with a wave.

You let Eddie lead you back through the party and out the front door. The fresh air is bracing and welcome so you take a deep breath.

“Wow it was hot in there!” you exclaim, fanning yourself.

“Yeah, thought we could both probably use a good cool off,” Eddie says with a chuckle, letting go of your hips and stepping away from you. Despite the heat you instantly miss the feeling his hands on you and you watch in distress as he moves away to sit down on the front porch’s singular wicker chair. Looking around you confirm that nobody else is around in the deserted front yard so you step over to him.

“But I don’t want to cool off,” you contradict, this time the one to step between his man spreading legs. He scoffs at you from where he reclines low in the chair, looking up at your pouting face. Your fingertips graze his knee before trailing up the length of his thigh and dropping your palm down on his straining hard on. His eyes go wide. You smirk. “I don’t think you really want to cool off either.”

“Princess, we’re outside - ,” he starts to reason but you drop down to straddle his lap before he can fully argue and the words die in his throat. He stares up at you in awe as you begin to rock your hips, rubbing against him in a way he never would have imagined you capable.

“Nobody’s out here. Just us.” The alcohol probably have you a little courage, but you know that most of this sudden bravery stems from the way he’s looking at you like you hung the god damn moon. Just for grinding against him a little. It makes you want to do so much for him. Makes you want to please him more than any other guy you’ve ever been with.

“Sweetheart, I…” Eddie trails off when you take one of his hands and place it on your breast, just as you’d done during seven minutes in heaven earlier. Eddie bites his lip and groans, his other hand moving up to grasp your other one all too willingly. “What is it with you and using these tits as a weapon?“

“Is it working?” you ask, grinding down a little harder on him. He feels so good and the growing tension has been making you feel needier than you should at this point, so much so that the seam of his jeans feels inappropriately delicious on your clit through your panties.

“Fuck baby, I’m trying to be…r-respectful and…and shit.” He starts losing coherence as you lean down to start kissing his neck.

“You’re being very respectful. The perfect gentleman,” you gasp as his hands grope at your breasts, fingers pinching at your nipples through your bra. Eddie let’s put a derisive laugh.

“Nothing gentlemanly about groping you on a porch outside a party.”

“Yeah, and nothing ladylike about trying to get you to cum in your jeans on a porch outside a party either.” you argue.

Eddie bucks up against you then, his grip tightening on your breasts and he moans. His face almost looks pained, making you laugh.

“You’re trying to get me to cum in my jeans, baby?“

“Maybe,” you say teasingly. Eddie’s hand closes around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a harsh kiss. He doesn’t let you go until you’re practically panting and rolling your hips down against his at a steady pace. The hand not holding you by the neck goes down to your hips to help guide your movements.

“Everyone thinks the new girl is so innocent but fuck. You’re out here making me feel like I’m a whimpering 15 year old or something.”

“Not hearing any whimpering out if you yet, Munson,” you say with a shaky laugh. He bites down on your collar bone in retaliation, hard enough to make you gasp and whine.

“No, but I’m hearing some out of you, Princess.”

“F-fuck,” you stutter. His hips have begun nearing you thrust for thrust. And it just feels so good. And his hands are somehow everywhere all at once.

“This is what you wanted out of those seven minutes in heaven, hm?” He asks you, lips back at your ear as you try to bury your face in his neck to keep from showing how much this is affecting you.

“Y-yeah,” you answer honestly.

“You hoped I’d walk in there, throw you up against the wall and fuck you?“

“Oh god Eddie…”

Your small noises are driving him wild and he isn’t exaggerating. He really is embarrassed by how quickly it feels like he’s going to cum.

“So fucking pretty, you know that? All the fucking time.” The words almost sound angry with how his teeth are gritted but you can see the hazy wonder in his eyes as he watches you grind against him.

You’re desperate now, pushing your clothed cunt against his hardened lap to get as much friction as physically possible.

“Yeah…you are,” you manage to gasp.

Eddie throws back his head and laughs at that, tightening his grip on your hips to make you grind even harder.

“You said I’m funny, but you’re a fuckin’ riot, aren’t you Princess?” His eyes are blown black and his lips are wet and kiss bruised. It makes you want to taste him again and you don’t even try to stop yourself, leaning forward to mash your mouth to his. When he pulls away he’s panting fully now. “Jesus fucking Christ I want you.”

“You have me now,” you point out.

“Yeah this is aces, but I’d like to be inside you,” he says with a strained chuckle.

“Want you inside me too, Eddie,” you hum, getting a fistful of his curls and initiating eye contact yourself for the first time. He’s transfixed, watching you move over him. “Next time. Want to feel you.”

Something about the phrase “next time.” The promise inherent in it. It has him kissing you like his entire life depends on it and maybe it does because it sure fucking feels like it in the moment. You rock your hips till you feel him stutter beneath you, warmth spreading and letting you know he couldn’t take any more. The groan he unleashes against the skin of your throat has your own hips stuttering and then you’re cumming yourself. Legs locking around his thighs, channel clenching sadly around nothing, but muscles spasming nonetheless in aching relief.

As you come down from the high you start to register the coolness of the outside breeze again. You feel Eddie’s fingers caressing the bare skin of your thighs. Hear the muted music and laughter and discussion of the party going on inside the house. Your skin goosebumps with the thought of how close you’d been to other people in that intimate moment, but the shame melts away when you take in the image of Eddie beneath you.

He’s reclining back against the chair with an expression of fucked out bliss on his face that has you preening with pride.

“You good?” you ask and he exhales a laugh.

“I can’t believe you made me cum in my pants.”

“Hey, I warned you that was my goal,” you say, shrugging.

“That was still incredibly unfair,” he admonishes with absolutely zero menace. One of his hands cups your jaw and he surveys your face with concern. “You good?”

“I’m fucking fantastic,” you say, not even trying to hide your beaming smile as you play with the fingers gripping your cheek. He chuckles warmly but winces when he moves in the chair.

“Well I’m glad you are. Meanwhile I have to go back into the party a fucking mess,” he grumbles. You laugh and look over at the door where discomfort awaits, but something catches your eye in your periferals.

“Is that your van?” You ask.

“Yeah, why?”

“We could always just leave,” you suggest innocently, our finger drawing a design into the clothed plane of his chest. “You could drive me home. No need to go back in there all…sticky.”

He’s got you hoisted off of him and back up into the air in 0.02 seconds, slinging you over his shoulder as you laugh and flail.

“Sounds like a plan to me, baby,” he says, slapping your ass.

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Domesticity in The Sign Of Four

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the domestic stuff in the chapter The Baker Street Irregulars?

So basically what happens, is after a midnight goose chase (ft. Holmes and Toby the mongrel) and the three of them return to 221B, Watson is tired and in an iffy mood. He goes upstairs to take a shower and a change of clothes, and when he comes down again, breakfast is already laid and Holmes is pouring out the coffee ^_^

After a chat about how nothing new's going on in the case, Watson asks Holmes:

"...Are you going to bed, Holmes?" "No. I am not tired. I have a curious constitution. I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely..."

And Holmes then explains to Watson the mystery of the criminal's accomplice, the savage until he notices Watson is tired, and plays a beautiful melody on his violin which he composed himself to lull his friend to sleep...

"...Look here Watson; you look regularly done. Lie down there on the sofa and see if I can put you to sleep." He took up his violin from the corner, and as I stretched myself out, he began to play some low, dreamy, melodious air - his own, no doubt, for he had a remarkable gift for improvisation. I have a vague remembrance of his gaunt limbs, his earnest face and the rise and fall of his bow. Then I seemed to be floated peacefully away on a soft sea of sound until I found myself in dreamland...

Ironically, this is also the story where Watson gets married - some people think that the above is a last ditch effort on the part of Holmes to keep his companion... 🥲😭

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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Tyler Galpin x reader part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

"You need to stay away from that Addam's girl." Tyler's dad spoke as he sat across from him, Tyler nodding along to whatever his dad said as he watched Y/n 'apologise' to the mayor's son as she held her hands behind her back swearing and clenching and unclenching her fists as Tyler chuckled.

"I mean it Tyler, Y/n too, she doesn't need more trouble. Look out for her." Tyler nodded seriously at his dad.

"I'll always look out for her." His dad clapped a hand on his shoulder standing and making his way over to Y/n where he placed a hand on her shoulder probably smoothing out whatever Y/n had said in her 'apology' Y/n finally able to leave as she rushed over to Tyler dropping into the chair to him as they both stared at Tyler's dad and the mayor.

"Why am i always the bad guy?" Y/n huffed as she leant her head on Tyler's shoulder feeling him shrug lifting her head so he could wrap his arm around her shoulder almost pulling her into his lap as he tucked her into him.

"You're not to me." Y/n laughed hitting his chest.

"You're so cheesy." Tyler grinned at her as his dad approached taking his hat off and sighing as he pushed back his hair.

"You're one lucky lady Y/n. No charges." Y/n beamed putting out her hand and forcing the sheriff to shake her hand as she thanked him. Looking back at Tyler and winking.

"Told ya, get away with anything thanks to you." The sheriff groaned, waving his hands wanting them both to leave him alone as he held his head still stumped and struggling with the 'bear' attacks that had been plaguing the town the last few months, it had started off as one but now it was up to three and he worried it would keep growing. Y/n stood grabbing Tyler's hand pulling him along hiding her face as she passed the mayor and his son sure she wouldn't be able to hide the expression of joy from them if she didn't, Tyler muffling a laugh as he followed behind her enjoying how her hand felt in his. The two exited the police station hand in hand as Y/n pulled Tyler towards the coffee shop, changing so their fingers intwined and her nails tapped against the back of his hand making the hair on his arks stand up, Y/n wrapping her arm around Tyler's pressing his arm into her chest as she leaned into him. Tyler smiled down at her feeling how much she leant into him since she made him slightly hunch over to walk with her, his eyes suddenly leavings hers as Miss Thornhill walked by smiling at the pair. Y/n glaring at her until she was out of sight pulling Tyler to stop walking as she let go of him and folded her arms.

"Is she still trying to be your new mummy?" Tyler's eyes darkened slightly but Y/n paid no attention as she rolled her eyes and leaned on her hip waiting for an answer from him.

"It's not like that Y/n, she just likes that i remember her order like everyone else." Tyler's voice more defensive than he normally would be but Y/n ignored it in favour of groaning dramatically and throwing her arms over his shoulders and leaning back until he wrapped his around her waist so she wouldn't fall.

"You're so oblivious, she's such a cougar." Tyler laughed as Y/n let go of his shoulders completely dead weighting in his arms letting him start walking as she walked backwards with him pretending to be dead in his arms before standing properly and turning so he could wrap his arm back around her.

"She's not flirting with me." Y/n elbowed him gently as he made up another excuse for his weird relationship with the Nevermore teacher, Tyler moving to hold the door open letting Y/n in as she bowed at him in thanks making him grin.

"As long as you don't start ditching me for some cougar who definitely wants to get into your pants." Y/n walked backwards as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, Tyler rolling his eyes and laughing as she moved to flop into a booth laying on her back with only her knees showing as he sat across from her. Moving forward so he leant over the table and could see where she laid facing upwards, her eyes following him as he sat back down but she could only see his legs. Sighing she sat up properly swinging her legs round so she faced him and leant on her hand tapping her nails on the table as she looked around the small shop.

"It's outreach day soon isn't it?" Tyler nodded as he smiled at the other barista placing two drinks in front of them, she was a young girl who Tyler had trained so he could have evenings off occasionally and hang out with Y/n more. Pushing Y/n's hot chocolate towards her as he picked up his coffee and took a sip trying not to wince at the badly made drink, watching Y/n as she absentmindedly took a drink of her hot chocolate before pausing and letting it drip back into the mug. Her tongue swiping over her red tainted lips as she placed the mug back down, Tyler staring at her lips as he did before snapping out of his trance as Y/n spoke.

"You're a terrible teacher." The two laughed as they both pushed their drinks to the side deciding to leave them alone, Tyler sliding out the booth and waiting for Y/n as she slowly climbed out.

"Outreach is next week, dad's already on edge about everything so he's not looking forward to it. I'm gonna have some students working here and i can imagine you'll have loads up at pilgrim world." Y/n groaned thinking about her job, she hated working there but her mum was trying to weasel her way into the mayor's bed and being his secretary meant forcing her daughter to work at his stupid tourist trap. Y/n walked in front of Tyler as he waved goodbye to his coworker, moving to watch up with her as she began to walk home knowing Tyler would always drop her off first.

"I hate working there, i don't know why we celebrate pilgrims as if they weren't sexist pigs who would have accused half of us of being witches." Tyler nodded along as she ranted, he had heard the same conversation over and over each time he brought it up but he enjoyed listening to her moan about her job. As they got closer to her apartment, she had moved out her mum's house when she turned 17 and got the tiny apartment cheap from the lady who owned Uriah's heap as long as she brought her fudge back from pilgrim world. Y/n stood at the door as she finally stopped ranting, facing Tyler as she put her key in opening the door wide enough so they could both walk through.

"Want to come in? I can make some hot chocolates and you can sort out the blankets for movies whilst i have a quick bath?" Tyler tried to keep his mind straight as she spoke, it was a normal night for them but it always flustered him whenever she said it and even more when she would walk through the apartment in towels and little pyjamas. Tyler scratched the back of his neck as he laughed nervously.

"I can't tonight, dad wants me to be back before it's dark because of the bear attacks." Y/n pursed her lips slightly before smiling at Tyler.

"Your loss." Tyler looked down with a smile, pulling Y/n into a hug before saying his goodbyes waiting until Y/n closed the door to turn and begin his own walk home. As he walked a car pulled up in front of him with Miss Thornhill in, her bright red lips smiling wide as she opened the door to let him in, Tyler smiling back at her as he climbed in.

"How's my sweet boy?" She cooed at him, shifting gears as he began telling her all about his day although she didn't listen to anything until Wednesday's name was brought up. Suddenly her questions sharper and more demanding as he tried his hardest to earn her approval.

Y/n stood in pilgrim world, her lips dark red and eyeliner as sharp as a knife her normal clothes swapped out for the long black dress but she refused to wear the bonnet so her hair was down along with big boots and fishnets that showed where she had cut the dress to show her shins slightly. Her eyes following the Nevermore's as they all lined up as her boss explained they would be working in the fudgery, Wednesday asking questions about the old townhouse and the exhibits as Y/n blew a bubble with her gum popping it loudly as her boss glared at her.

"Miss Y/n here will show thou around, head her warnings for she partakes in witchery." Y/n's lip curling as she spoke, her bosses favourite jab at her being that she should be the witch they burn at 2pm, Y/n stepped forward as all the students looked at her trying to contain her eye roll instead closing her eyes sighing deeply and opening them with a friendly smiles forced on her face.

"Good morrow students..." Y/n longed out her words as she watched her boss walk away to tell off another worker, stopping the stupid pilgrim talk as she huffed out leaning back on her hip and folding her arms as she popped her gum again.

"Do whatever you want, i don't want to be here so i doubt you do. Just put the uniforms on, don't swear at customers and try not to piss off the boss lady. She'll make you the burning witch, trust me it's not fun." Y/n checked her nails as she spoke, picking at her cuticle before smiling sweetly at everyone.

"I don't really care, my shift finishes in an hour so just don't blow anything up." Y/n shrugged then turned ready to leave until Wednesday called her name, Y/n turning towards her with an eyebrow raised and a small smile.

"What's up spooky?" Wednesday's lip twitched almost in a smirk as she stepped closer to Y/n her platforms making it so she almost reached Y/n's height.

"I need to get into that exhibit, can you help?" Y/n weighed up her options, tilting her head as she thought before blowing another bubble nodding. The gum popping as she spoke, moving to remove the gum and chuck it onto the ground.

"Sure, might aswell kill some time before i meet Tyler." Wednesday followed her as Y/n began walking towards the exhibit, lifting her dress until Wednesday could see the black ripped shorts underneath and Y/n pulling out a nail file. Leaning down so she could pick the lock as Wednesday watched how quickly she picked the lock until she suddenly stood up looking towards the stocks. Wednesday's eyebrows twitching as she saw the three boys from before pushing Eugene about Y/n already on her way over as she put the nail file in her back pocket and tucked the dress into her belt almost like a pirate would.

"Oi you pricks, get off that little kid." Y/n grabbed the stocks as she watched the brown haired boy try to push it down over him, the other two moving towards her until Wednesday stood in front of them protecting Y/n's back. Y/n throwing the stocks open as Eugene fell out and into the other two boys arms whilst they watched.

"You're so annoying Y/n. We're just having fun." The boy spoke as Y/n slammed the stocks closed almost catching his fingers as he rushed to move them away, the other two egging him on as he circled Y/n but Wednesday had enough stepping forward.

"Do you want a repeat of last time?" Y/n scowled at the other two until they fully backed away from Eugene, Y/n pulling him into her side as she watched Wednesday beat up the boy and lock him in the stocks.

"Dickhead." Y/n whispered as they walked away from him back to the unlocked door where Wednesday now crept in, Y/n looking at her watch before sticking her head in.

"I need to go, be careful and if you need anything me and Tyler will be at the shop. See ya." Y/n ruffled Eugene's hair as she left, ripping off her dress as she got closer to the staff room throwing it into her locker and grabbing her oversized jumper chucking it over her t shirt and shorts. Shoving everything into her bag as she clocked out, clipping her hair away from her face as she made her way towards the coffee shop, passing Wednesday as she got caught and quickly rushing away so she wouldn't be told off aswell.

Xavier looked at the door as Y/n walked in, taking the clip out her hair as she ruffled it back to normal and applied more liptint as she looked around for Tyler, smiling at Xavier as she approached.

"Hey, you're a Nevermore right did you get assigned here?" Y/n leaned against the counter as she spoke to him, she didn't see the point in being rude towards the students as she was used to the same behaviour from her peers. Xavier looked shocked as she spoke to him, not knowing what to say as he was used to the way others treated him remembering how Tyler and his buddies had beat him up and ruined his mural, he went to respond until Tyler arrived Y/n smiling widely at him and moving to lean her chin against his chest and stare up at him.

"Hey, how was work?" Tyler asked as he cast his eyes slightly towards Xavier who glared at him and moved away watching Tyler wrap his arms around Y/n as he smiled down at her.

"It sucked, although Wednesday made it more fun but those assholes came back for round two so she took care of them. Then i escaped to my knight in shining armour who is going to make me the best hot chocolate ever...right?" Tyler laughed as he moved Y/n off him so he could get behind the counter and begin to make her hot chocolate, Y/n moving to sit on the counter as she normally did but this time facing the door her back to Tyler. Xavier picking up cups and plates as he looked at Y/n, he remembered her from last outreach day as she had smacked Tyler around the head in the sheriff's department obviously telling him off but he had never given it much thought until now. Tyler placed her hot chocolate in a take away cup next to her so she wouldn't spill it as he wrapped his arms around her waist dragging her further back and into his chest leaning his chin on her shoulder as they both people watched. Y/n sighing dreamily as she drank the hot chocolate, leaning into Tyler as she complimented his drink making.

"What would i do without you?" She spoke with a smile as he moved from her shoulder to smile down at her as he blushed slightly.

"You'd be lost." Y/n smirked as she continued drinking the amazing drink and closing her eyes relaxing into Tyler as she let the days stress dissipate from her body only opening them as Tyler moved back forcing her to sit up properly again. Apologising as he explained he needed to restock something, Y/n nodding as she hunched over to hold the side of the counter watching Xavier as he came back over.

"Thank you." Y/n raised an eyebrow confused going to ask as Xavier looked at her properly.

"Last year, you defended me." Y/n's eyes flashed with realisation as she smiled and nodded at him, her head snapping to the door as Wednesday entered Xavier moving as he smiled at her. Wednesday looking at Y/n before standing next to her and Xavier.

"Hey Wednesday, can i get you a drink?" Xavier looked like a puppy whose owner just came in as he spoke to Wednesday, Y/n finding it cute how she saw the younger girl try to hide her obvious affection for him.

"I'm actually here for Tyler, and Y/n." She spoke but Y/n could tell she said Tyler's name first purely to torture the poor boy whose smile dropped as he moved away the pair of them, Wednesday dinging the bell as Tyler came rushing out only to slow down as he saw her.

"Oh hey." He said looking at Y/n then back to Wednesday as she pulled out a map, Y/n jumping off the counter as her and Tyler stood on each side of Wednesday.

"I need to know where the old townhouse is." Tyler looked at her oddly before sighing and pointing where it was located.

"Around here, but most people use it to get high and drink my dad has to raid it every few weeks." Y/n moved Tyler's hand slightly to point a little higher, smiling at the pair as she spoke.

"It's there, my ex used to take me there to smoke but we stopped going after a junkie kicked him in the balls." Wednesday felt the slight shift in Tyler as he huffed out a response.

"Yeah and the fact he was an asshole." Y/n rolled her eyes moving to flick his ear as he flinched back returning to his normal self, Wednesday rolling her eyes and moving away from the two thanking them before rushing off. Tyler wrapping his arms around Y/n as she relaxed into him looking up as he leaned down to stare at her.

"Should we go with her?" Tyler shook his head as he grinned down at Y/n, tugging her back towards the counter as she dead weighted allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

"I'm sure she'll be fine, she's pretty scary." Y/n nodded as she finally supported her own weight, allowing Tyler to help her back onto the counter as he moved to help another customer, Y/n thinking it over as she bit her lip before sighing and collecting her bag.

"I'm gonna go after her, i'll text you if we die." Tyler went to go after her but the customer got annoyed, Tyler now stuck behind the counter watching Y/n leave for the woods.

"Don't die!" He shouted back at her, quickly making the drink for the customer and calling out to the other barista and he chucked his apron off running after the two girls. Stopping in the street as Miss Thornhill approached him, his mind going blank as he felt himself leave to the woods and transform.

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xurname · 11 months

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Death's In Love With Us

Hwang Yang-jung x reader

🔞 MDNI Warnings: physical abuse, domestic violence, mentions of alcohol, mentions of bdsm

word count: 3166 🖋️ Authors note: I'm not a professional writer, nor a rookie one tbh, I have no idea what I'm doing. English is not my first language. Ignore the banner, it's a result of playing on my phone while daydreaming about our sweet ahjussi. 🖋️

POV: You broke up with your abusive boyfriend a year ago. Despite all attempts to get your life back together, you can't get rid of your ex, who still harasses you any chance he gets. One day, walking home from work, you spot him waiting in front of your apartment so you decide to walk into a sushi restaurant nearby (run by your friend Hwang Yang-jung) before he sees you.

"Good afternoon" - you greet politely, bowing your head slightly in front of the two men working behind the bar, and walk straight to the table. Surprisingly, there were no guests at all. Looking around the empty place you take a seat.

Yang-jung looks up from his cutting board as a smile spreads across his face.

"I didn't expect you here this early." - he’s just finished filleting, washing his hands.

"I know, I stopped by to see you and say hi." - you tried to hide your exhaustion and irritation behind a kind tone and a soft smile. After all, you promised yourself a better life, a normal life.

"Tea?" - he asked lovingly. Both Yang-jung and his sous chef Min-dong knew you well, you've been a regular ever since you've moved to the neighbourhood last year.

"A beer would be better, but okay … " - you answer playfully.

"Slow down sailor, we still have evening to cover" - Yang-jung was somehow particularly in a good mood.

“Fine! After you guys finish-”, you made drinking gestures with your hands. Yang-jung smirked at your words.

“Actually, I’m skipping tonight” - Min-dong added, preparing the tea for you.

“Wow, ditching us already, it must be a girl, hmm?” - you started teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going on a blind date, no big deal.” - he answered and his cheeks blushed, somewhat unusual for such a tall muscular young man.

“So it's just us? That's practically a date too!” - you turned to Yang-jung, winking at him.

He smirked again, shaking his head slightly, already used to your teasing comments. Yang-jung tried his best not to cross any lines when it came to you. You were young enough to be his daughter, and he reminded himself of that fact as many times as necessary since your flirtatious nature made the lines blur quite often.

"Dates don't usually end with one side carrying another home unconscious." - Min-dong spoke fluent sarcasm, where is this bravery coming from all of a sudden?

“A girl gets drunk once! Once!” - you insisted.

“Yeah, except you get drunk every time.” - Min-dong was speaking facts. But you never could drink a lot anyways. Two drinks were enough to lose your balance completely.

You scoffed. “Seriously, oppa, that's just mean...”

The guys laughed, amused by your annoyance.

“Light up, will you? I'd carry you to the end of the world if necessary.” - Yung-jung added casually, serving you a cup of hot tea. You didn't take his words too seriously, he didn't mean it like that after all, but your heart still fluttered to the thought of this charming man handling you in more than just a friendly way.

“Well, that's my cue. Cucumber rolls?” - Min-dong stood up and went behind the bar, feeling awfully uncomfortable by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Please!” - you asked with a huge grin on your face.

“At least eat some fish. You'll turn into a cucumber roll one of these days if you keep this up.” - Yang-jung wasn't particularly fond of your food choices and he couldn't hide it.

“God, I hope so, maybe you'd take me more seriously then.” - you grinned.

Yung-jung just chuckled quietly at your silly remarks, not taking his eyes off you. It made you shy, the way he looked at you, and you hated the feeling of endless comfort when you were around this man. Or so you kept telling yourself. The truth was, you knew you were too young and didn't even stand a chance with him, no matter how much it tickled your thought.

“So, what's on your heart?” - Yang-jung asked as if seeing right thru you. He never seemed to beat around the bush anyways.

Hesitating, you answered, “I just escaped the king of assholes waiting in front of my apartment.”

Yang-jung raised his eyebrows. “Your ex again? What is it, third time this week?”

“God, sometimes I wish I could fuck up all of his limbs for good.” - you murmured. Memories of the night of your breakup triggered some insane bloodthirst in you, feelings you'd never known of before you got involved with your ex. You didn't feel like drinking the tea anymore, nor eating your rolls, your whole body trembled from the inside as your blood started to boil. Yang-jung knew the expression on your face very well, he silently inspected your reactions as you put all your strength into not letting your rage reach the surface.

“I feel you haven't told me the entire story at all.” - he stood up and walked to the window in the back. He saw a man in his 40s standing in front of the entrance of your building. He didn't look particularly dangerous, nor very muscular, but he wasn't a small guy either. Shaved head, 85 kg, 1.8 m, fairly strong arms and legs, broad shoulders, casual clothes. Something about the look in his eyes didn't feel right to Yang-jung. Finally he asked, "Is he into martial arts?"

"Taekwondo, black belt, first Dan."

Yang-jung smirked, still looking at him. "Knees and hips are his weak spot."

His cold remark went somewhat unnoticed by you.

He turned away from the window and smiled gently, "Care to tell me how you got yourself in this situation?"

Both chefs were now looking directly at you. Min-dong finished your cucumber rolls, served them and walked to the room in the back of the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed deeply. Awful tingles spread across your body almost momentarily, like hundreds of tiny bats swarming all over you, biting even into your palms. Your whole body was screaming on the inside.

Fuck! Here we go... Pity party time! So young and so ruined. All he's gonna see in me from now on are my past mistakes.

No, no, he doesn't need to know the full story, just tell him what you're dealing with.

Lump in your throat grew with each breath you took.

"Okay, take a seat, let's talk."

Reader x ex boyfriend flashback

Your mind wandered, thinking about the countless times your ex prepared you the most horrible surprises. All those times he'd come home drunk and aggressive, slamming you into the wall as soon as he passed thru the door, squeezing your neck until you almost passed out, cursing at you, threatening, calling you names, using his strength to pin you down for god knows what reason. Every time he laid his hands on your body it hurt, taking caution not to leave bruises on any visible parts of your body. It got unbearable by the end. The more you feared him the more he enjoyed it, the more you cried, the more manic he was. Blaming yourself for ever telling him about your sexual fantasies along with feeling disgusted by yourself was a part of your everyday life until the very end of your relationship. He used it against you first chance he got. What started as a healthy exploration of consensual rough foreplay with a hint of rookie bondage, ended up as an abuser-victim hell of a situation you didn't know how to escape from. Your fight or flight response messed up your brain chemistry as each day passed and you no longer knew if that's even love or if you despised him with your entire being. He always found a way to make you stay, he even begged you on his knees not to leave him, swearing on his mom he never meant you no harm. It was a never ending circle of shit show. Even after you finally left his place for good, he kept finding ways to get in contact with you. Finding out where you live was an easy task for a twisted person like him. "I see everything, I know everything", those were the words he repeated so often while you were dating, as if giving verbal spankings, using any chance he got to feed you a dose of fear and insanity. Everything you did for him was always out of love and kindness, thinking if only you could be the best version of yourself, he'll be good to you. But he never was good to you, his actions never made sense and you never understood the reasons behind those words. He knew about every step you took, nevertheless, few of his paranoias followed him and echoed louder and louder in his mind, as his cycles of insanity were on the periodical rise and fall. He rambled about possibilities of you dumping him quite often, crying over himself, trying to make you feel sorry for him. He talked about his boss's employees constantly checking up on his location. He even tried convincing you how they spy on him during his lunch breaks. His delusions drove him to believe he's some sort of a public officer, or an intelligence agency employee with a task to be alert at all times, when in fact he was nothing more than a secretary working at a private real-estate agency. Soon, after the honey moon phase ended, you realized his whole persona was a big lie, that's also when the first troubles started, but it was all to late for you to leave, you were already in too deep. Your inexperience was exploited for the first time. Welcome to the real world, honey. Well, it took you long before you started getting up on your own feet, and you found a way to navigate thru his cycles of insanity. You took your time and learned all you could, only to find out he's been living multiple lives all along. The only thing he didn't lie about was in fact his black belt in taekwondo and that he was a divorcee. The last time he threatened you with physical force was the night you left him for good.

"I'm not as clueless as you think I am." - you hissed as he held you by the throat. His bloody eyes were filled with rage and his breath smelled like alcohol.

"One wrong move and you'll end up behind the bars. My family knows where I am, and don't think I won't walk straight to the police if you leave so much as a mark on me. I dare you." - your whole body trembled of adrenaline rush but your mind worked fast.

"Well, well, look at you all brave, who would've thought you'd turn into such a snake, finally showing your real face, huh-"

"I couldn't care less even if you snapped my neck this instant." you laughed, slowly losing every touch with sanity.

"You lose either way. Or did you forget?" - your laughter grew louder as he stared at you in horror, not knowing how to react. He had you by the weakest spot yet the look in your eyes was telling a completely different story. He never saw you acting like this, his blood froze.

"Your black belt", you spoke thru laughter on the verge of a mental breakdown, "your black belt is treated as a cold weapon in the eyes of the law."

Despite hating yourself as much as you hated him, the thought of this abusive bastard ending up behind the bars for cold blooded murder sent an unusual shot of satisfaction thru your entire body. You knew he never had it in him though. He was a coward on all levels and this round was yours. A solid threat works like a charm on scumbags like him who are usually scared of their own shadow. It was written all across his face that he's finally cornered. Any chance for him to plot a sadistic revenge on the only woman who was ever kind and loving to him was completely lost. You didn't know if he'd slam your head onto the kitchen counter or not, but you could feel his hand trembling. Your laughter echoed thru the kitchen as his grip became weaker and weaker, an expression of misery and regret spread across his face. He feared you. For the first time ever, he stood in front of you, completely falling apart.

He got on his knees again, like so many times before, begging for forgiveness. Vomit of lies started coming out of him, how much he loves you and how this is just a minor misunderstanding. He'd never hurt you and there's nothing but love he feels for you. You're his everything. You stopped counting his strikes long ago and you knew if you don't walk out of there that same night, you may never see the light of day after this, for real. The change in his tone from all mighty to smaller than an ant sickened you. Of course, there's nothing but hatred left in his heart. Hatred and fear, jealousy and shame. Cowards like him hate it when they lose from someone weaker than them, and they would do anything in their power to win their victims back, just so they can hurt them again.

"Next time you decide to lay a hand on me, better make sure I have a well sharpened knife in mine. That's only fair."

Those were the last words he heard from you on the night of your breakup. Breakup from hell. And you thought the trash is out of your life for good, little did you know your fearless attitude and insane threats only awoke in him an obscure obsession towards you.

It didn't take long to finish the story of your rocky past relationship, considering you tried your best to avoid going into too much detail of how your ex abused you, physically and mentally. Yang-jung sat right across from you, staying completely silent. You looked down, not daring to look Yang-jung in the eyes any longer.

"A wife beater, huh? Who would have thought." - Yang-jung broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Brave." - he paused for a moment. "Was that him who kept calling all this time? Is that why you changed your number?" - Yung-jung's voice was extremely calm, a little too calm. You nodded silently.

"He kept calling from different numbers. And somehow he found out where I live soon after that."

"He probably tailed you, if he knows where you work, which I assume he does. It isn't that difficult. Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?"

You closed your eyes, letting out another deep sigh. “Isn't it obvious?”

He didn't say a word. He looked at your face instead, trying to read your expression, but there was nothing. The facade on the outside hid a wild turmoil inside your head. Soft and gentle nature of your whole figure, along with your kind voice and elegant movements were completely the opposite of darkness you carried within you. It was hard to hold it in, especially now, but you didn't want to hide any parts of yourself in front of Yang-jung any longer.

“I wish I could fuck him up, you know? For all that he's done and for all that he's still doing.” - you said, looking him straight in the eye. “I'm not the only one with a dark past or present, but I hate these parts of me. I hate that I feel this way. I hate the desperation and helplessness. I hate the nightmares still haunting me. I hate that I let a lowly man take advantage of me for so long. And I hate that I have to tell you any of this. I hate that you won't look at me the same way you looked at me yesterday, and I hate that my ex keeps fucking up every part of my life, still, I hate it.”

Yang-jung's eyes were the softest and kindest eyes ever. The way he looked at you made you almost choke on your own words, those hateful words which made you feel like you're spewing poison in front of the one who never deserved to hear them in the first place. You could see tears in the corners of his eyes and the only thought that went thru your mind was I hate myself so. fucking. much.

You wanted to jump out of your own skin, or rewind the time and walk directly up to that bastard and face him all alone, instead of running to Yang-jung and hiding at his work place. That's not something one should do to their friends. It's not fair. He didn't deserve this.

Realising how much pain you've been carrying this entire time, Yang-jung spoke softly, "You should have told me… Out of all people, you should have come to me. I would have already made sure he never gets close to you again."

Was that a hint of anger in his voice? Or was it all just pity? It didn't matter. His words couldn't sober you back to your senses, they didn't even reach you. You were spiralling straight into a pitch black void.

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't. It is what it is." - you said in somewhat slow motion manner. "Just... don't look at me like I'm going to break into a thousand pieces, please, I can't take it."

"You've done well by telling me this."

You smiled softly, not feeling anything on the inside.

"Yang-jung, do you think I could turn his knees into a mush with a baseball bat?" - you scoffed. Dark humor was always your kind of thing, but saying something as dark as that now of all times didn't make it look like a joke anymore.

"There are far less demanding and easier techniques. But when the time comes I'll make sure you do whatever you need to do to him."

What?!

You wanted to burst into a hysterical laughter, but you held it in the best you could. A rush of adrenaline and relief washed over your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. It took you a few moments to realise what the hell this man was telling you. But then it hit you like a cargo train. You opened your mouth trying to word out something. Yang-jung inspected the changes on your face, waiting for you to speak up. You couldn't tell if he's only comforting you, or are you seriously a meter away from a criminal who would move mountains for you, if only you asked. Moments passed and he was almost sure he got ahead of himself.

Seeing you all hesitant, he finally continued, "Unless-"

"Are you serious?" - you cut him off. "Are you...?"

You asked for reassurance, nothing else. Words stuck in your throat. Was Yang-jung really telling you what you think you heard? Is he really who you think he is?

"Don't make me regret my words." - he warned you, unsure of what's on your mind. He was dead serious.

"Ahjussi," - you whimpered, reaching for his hand across the table, "please, don't say that. You're the only real person I have. Do I need to spill my heart out even more?"

His face softened. He took your hand in his and kissed it.

"You're safe here."

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Author's note 2: It took some time, but here it is finally. I know it's probably not what many of you expected, and I left the open (?) ending in hopes for part 2. Also, if I need to add any more warnings or notes on the classification or tags of any kind, please let me know, since I don't have much experience with these things. Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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Foundling Villa- Chapter 4

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of misogyny, swearing

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You woke to a loud knocking on the door. What the hell? you thought. Sara and Elena usually gave a soft knock before coming in to gently wake you. Who was making such a racket?

“Y/n! Future princess of Enzaaaaaaa! Wake the fuck up!” You bolted upright, recognising the voice.

“Brenda!” you shrieked. The door banged open and your sister appeared. Two of your brothers walked in behind her. Sara and Elena rushed past them.

“My Lady, we are so sorry!” Sara apologised.

“Never apologise for my sister!” You hugged Brenda tightly. “Otherwise you would be apologising forever.”

“Shush!” Brenda laughed loudly. “I missed you so much!”

“How’ve you been, Y/n?” Your oldest brother, Robert, pulled you in for a hug. He ruffled your hair and said, “put on some clothes, why don’t you?”

“God, I hate you.” Sara handed you a robe and you threw it on. “I’ve been… dealing. It’s been fine.”

“Come here,” your younger brother, Ralph, consoled you. “You were always terrible at hiding emotions. Really, how are you?”

At those words, you broke down crying. “I miss you so much!” Robert and Brenda joined in the sibling hug and held you as you sniffled.

“Sweetie,” Brenda cooed. “It’s okay. I promise you’ll feel better soon. And no crying while we’re here.”

“How are Marie and Kaitlyn?” You asked about your other sisters.

“I last wrote them a month ago,” Brenda said. “They seemed great! Marie held a ball a while ago.”

Is this what your life would be reduced to? Holding occasional balls and writing to family members every other month? Your future never seemed more boring.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, though you didn’t want to tempt the fates.

“Do you honestly think Brenda would let us miss your wedding?” Robert asked, chuckling.

“Right,” you sighed. “That’s tomorrow. But where are mother and father?”

Ralph rolled his eyes. “Completing boring royal procedures. They’ll come by tonight or tomorrow. Meanwhile, we got to see our sister!”

“And where’s the future husband?” Brenda asked in a teasing tone.

As if I’m cue, a knock sounded on the open door. “Excuse me?” You whipped around to find Prince Charles grinning timidly.

“Prince Charles,” your brothers bowed.

Brenda giggled and said, “hello future brother-in-law! We shouldn’t need to bow to you, should we? It’s nice to meet you!”

“No, you don’t need to bow.” Charles laughed with Brenda, adjusting to her vigor. He shook her hand. “You’re Brenda, correct?”

“Yes! I hope Y/n hasn’t bad-mouthed me too much. This is Robert and Ralph.” Charles shook hands with your brothers.

“Nice to meet you,” Charles greeted politely. “I’m glad that you’re visiting us.”

“We couldn’t miss Y/n’s wedding.” Ralph said, “she’s done so much for us over the years.”

“And we couldn’t pass up the free food!” Brenda joked.

“You and my brother Arthur would get along fabulously,” Charles stated to your sister.

“Unfortunately, I’m a happily married woman,” Brenda said. “But I wouldn’t mind having a new best friend. Ever since this one ditched me,” she pointed at you. “I’ve been so lonely.”

“I only got your letter yesterday!” You defended, “you have to expect communication to take longer.”

While you and your sister bickered, Charles said to your brothers, “she’s a completely different person. Usually, Princess Y/n is apprehensive and timid. She doesn’t speak at all; when she does, it’s very quiet.”

“Y/n? Timid? Quiet?” Ralph laughed. “Wait until she opens up. That’s not the Y/n we know and love.”

“Have you thought about getting her away from the palace?” Robert suggested. “When we were growing up, she didn’t love being around the court. She used to complain about it being uptight and superficial. And yes, as a seven year old, she used the word ‘superficial’. Bizarre, isn’t it? Yet, when we would visit our grandmother’s estate in the country, she would open up. Become more lively and active. She loved the barn, though our mother always worried she would scrape her knee or muddy her dress.”

“Didn’t she name all of the newborn piglets?” Ralph asked. “There was Poe, Garth, Bean, Tassel, and… oh, what was the other one?”

“Corn,” Robert recalled.

“That was it!” Ralph clapped his hands. “I knew I was forgetting one.”

Charles was enamoured by your brothers’ stories. The tales they told sounded implausible. It was unbelievable to hear all of the mischief you had gotten into when you were young. Charles made it his mission to make you feel comfortable enough to open up. He wanted to get to know you- not the one who was shielding away from him. It wouldn’t be a true marriage if the bride was a shell of herself, right?

“Tell me more,” Charles prompted Ralph and Robert. “What other adventures did Princess Y/n get into as a child?”

“Don’t be scared, sweetie,” Brenda pulled at a strand of your hair. “Everything is okay. Take a deep breath.”

“Where’s mama?” you asked.

Brenda opened her mouth, took a moment, and said, “she’s waiting in the church.”

You nodded slowly. Apparently, your mother and father were more concerned with meeting new allies than their daughter on her wedding day.

“Princess Y/n?” A knock sounded on the door and you vaguely recognized Queen Pascale’s voice. “May I come in?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” You had only seen your sister bow to her husband, so you were shocked when she did it to the queen of Enza.

“You don’t have to do that,” Pascale smiled and reached out to lift Brenda into a standing position. “Princesses, how are you?”

“I’m splendid. Are you splendid? I am perfectly splendid!” You worried you had said the word ‘splendid’ too much.

You couldn’t stop running your hands over your dress. The fabric felt odd against your sweaty hands. “Do you know what else is today? It’s the reception, where I have to talk to dignitaries and monarchs who I can’t remember the names of. And then there’s the dinner and the dance- Oh, Brenda! What if I forget the dance?! And after I forget the dance and mess up in front of everyone, then it’s the…” You swallowed and looked around for a glass of water. Or better yet, wine.

“The wedding night?” Brenda guessed. You nodded.

“Your Highness, I am so sorry,” you said to Pascale. “I’m trying to be composed, but it’s proving very difficult. Your son seems incredibly thoughtful and considerate, but can you understand why I’m frightened?”

“Yes. I understand perfectly. It can be nerve wracking going into a marriage and not having connected with them.” Queen Pascale sat down on a sofa.

Brenda added on, “and don’t worry about tonight. I’m sure Prince Charles will take care of you.” She grimaced awkwardly at the Queen, feeling uncomfortable talking about Pascale’s son right in front of her.

Pascale snickered in a very un-queen-like way. “Dear, I don’t care what you say about my son. I’ve changed his dirty diapers. I’ve seen it all.”

You smiled, wanting to laugh at her words. A sense of longing suddenly washed over you, a small part of you wanting it to be your own mother who was comforting you.

Nonetheless, you were still grateful for Queen Pascale’s words. You wondered if she would be open to visiting you at the Foundling Villa. You had already told your siblings all about it, and Brenda was scheduled to visit you two weeks from now.

Speaking of the Foundling Villa, you had Sara and Elena visit it two days ago. They had met with the housekeeper and her small staff. With the housekeeper’s suggestions, they had vetted and hired a stable master- someone by the name Lando Norris- and a cook that went by Chef Yuki. You had asked Sara and Elena to start packing during the wedding so the moment the sun came up tomorrow, you could leave.

“Are you ready?” Brenda asked.

“Do you want the truth?” you replied.

Queen Pascale shook her head. “Never tell them the truth. Only tell them what they want to know.”

Robert appeared at the door. “It’s time.” He sucked in a breath, wondering if it was better to feel excited for you, or nervous. He wasn’t naïve. He wanted to talk to Prince Charles about not messing with his younger sister, but he also knew that Enza was a much more powerful state than Williams. Robert couldn’t threaten their prince, even if he was trying to protect you.

As Robert walked you to the church entrance, you whispered, “I’m glad you’re the one walking me down the aisle.”

“As am I,” Robert admitted. “Father would be too uptight.”

You sunk into his side. “I missed you so much. You’ll come visit?”

“Yes! I want to see the Foundling Villa.” The doors opened to a room filled with nobles. They all stood to stare at you. An organ started. There were so many people. “Ralph might visit with me,” Robert kept talking, even though you were currently marching towards Prince Charles and a priest that was ready to seal your future. A long, inconvenient veil fell from your head and two little girls were holding up the ends. “Okay, wow, that’s an impressive grip!” Robert chuckled nervously, wanting to remove your hand from his arm. “Right now, I am going to keep talking so you can listen to my voice and have something to ground yourself on. You look beautiful today. Sara did a wonderful job on your hair. Look, there’s Brenda and mother and father,” his voice slipped away. The only sound you could focus on was your quickening heartbeat. “Breathe,” Robert gave you one last instruction before placing your hand in Prince Charles’s. You registered his outfit- the royal mantle Este had commissioned for him. He looked good. His hair was slicked away from his green eyes which kicked onto yours.

Prince Charles took your hand and turned to face the priest. The organ came to the end of its song and the girls behind you set down your veil.

Internally, Charles was freaking out. Yes, you were beautiful and he wanted to cultivate a relationship with you, but that didn’t mean he wanted to marry you! Lorenzo had motioned to him multiple times to loosen up. Before the wedding, Arthur had reminded him to stop clenching his jaw and hands. King Hervé gently told Charles to smile at you.

He didn’t remember any of their advice.

The priest started talking, “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of these two unions.”

Charles remembered seeing your mother and father before the wedding. They had been conversing with the monarchs of Redull before the rulers of Wolff swept them away to talk. The priest, who was still talking, had been implanted in Charles’ memories since the beginning. The priest had been the one to baptise all of the Leclerc brothers. Charles had seen your maids running about this morning. He wondered what they were preparing for. It couldn’t have been the wedding; you had been whisked away early in the morning to get prepared.

“Prince Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc of Enza,” the priest turned towards Charles. Was the man already done with the speech? Charles hadn’t realised. “Do you take Princess Y/n M/n L/n of Williams to be your lawfully wedded wife? For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part, and according to God’s holy law?”

“I do,” Charles said. He noticed the word ‘love’ didn’t come up in the vows.

“And Princess Y/n M/n L/n of Williams,” the priest’s eyes never left the page. You stiffened and Charles gripped your hand. “Do you take Prince Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc of Enza, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” You paled at the word. “For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part, and according to God’s holy law? Do you pledge yourself to both him and his kingdom?”

You exhaled and said, “I do.”

“I pronounce Prince and Princess Leclerc of Enza! You may now kiss the bride.”

Prince Charles faced you, quirked a brow in silent question, and when you gave a sharp nod, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

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