#drew this as fast as I could after finishing the new episode | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lavendertales · 1 year

Note

Hello! May I request a thing where after the 5th episode Joel gives Ellie a hug and meets up with Reader! After? Idk plenty of angst and hurt/comfort for both Ellie and Joel like first maybe Reader sees Ellie and Joel hugging then come back into a safe house. Then Joel starts to open up with Reader. Idk do whatever you think would be lovely thank you ❤️ I love your writing!

God this episode ruined me😭

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED EPISODE 5!!!

We go down together || Joel Miller x gn!reader

summary: after the motel incident, you find that both Ellie and Joel are completely shaken up, so you tell them to take a break.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, mentions/talk of death & loss. fluff sprinkled in there too.

gif: @tomshiddles

It all happened too fast; in the blink of an eye, you watched Joel and Ellie lose two good friends because of a freak accident. A freak show, really. It was no one's fault; but you knew that both would take the blame upon themselves, let guilt swallow them whole.

Even so, you planned to do anything possible to ease their pain and conscience alike.

The three of you left the room Henry and Sam lied dead in, carrying their bodies outside as you began their burial. It was silent; a silence that allowed for dark thought to swarm in and take you by storm. You didn't fight it though. You figured a moment or two of silence is more than welcome in this situation.

Ellie walked towards where Sam had been buried and placed his writing pad atop of it, with the words I'M SORRY written over it. You held your breath, resisting the urge to cry. You knew she took his death harder, having grown closer to him and treated him like a little brother.

She walked away, leaving you and Joel in complete silence to gaze at the graves. Joel remained his usual stoic self, though you could see on his face that he was pretty shaken up by the event, too. Both Henry and Sam's demise was tragic, but the speed with which it all happened and the deep love than ran between the two brothers who could not live without the other was beyond touching; hence why it made everything seem so much more shocking and painful.

"Which way is west?"

Ellie was asking Joel. You watched them closely, and when Joel pointed to his left, Ellie started walking in that direction, never once looking back. You timidly gazed over at Joel, and when your eyes met, you saw sadness in them. He may have been hardened by the harsh reality, but Joel still had care and love left in his heart. He was simply reluctant to show it.

"Go," you muttered to him. "Go after her."

He stared at you, as if not understanding what you were telling him. You placed your hand on his arm, gently, and Joel drew in a sharp breath to steady himself.

"I'll finish here," you told him.

He nodded, handing you the shovel and following Ellie. He may not have been good with words, but currently there was a kid around him that was in tremendous pain, and Joel surely knew how to handle that. It may have been a long time, but his parenting instincts were still buried within him.

You placed some stones around the graves to mark them, then carved an H and an S out of the soil. The more you stared at the I'M SORRY pad, the more you crumbled yourself. Henry and Sam were going to go to Wyoming with the three of you. They were free of Kathleen's revenge hunt. They could've started a whole new life there.

Now it was all gone.

You peeped in the distance and saw Ellie nodding, then, a few seconds later, headed into Joel's arms. And Joel actually hugged her: it was a genuine, real hug. Arms around her, head resting on hers and everything. You thought how long had it been since he last hugged someone. Was it his daughter, as she died in his arms and he clung onto her lifeless body?

The thought sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know that much about Joel or his past, but he did manage to tell you about his daughter one late night. Your heart broke for him, thinking how awful these last two decades must've been for him.

But now, with Ellie... you saw the way he looked after her. You saw a little spark in his eyes whenever she told bad jokes to make him laugh. You didn't ask him much of anything, to be honest. You chose to respect his privacy. After all, it's not like you were a couple or anything. You were just... there. A traveling companion, nothing more.

But you did care for him. And for Ellie. And that could get you in trouble eventually.

You heard Ellie's wail, and came to realize she was crying in Joel's arms. Unable to take it, you walked towards them and gently put your your hand over Joel's, which was cradling her head at his chest.

"How about we stay here for another day?" you proposed.

Ellie looked up, her eyes and cheeks reddened by the tears she let out. You looked mostly at her.

"Don't think that's a good idea," Joel said cautiously.

Then you looked at him. "We pick a different room, opposite of... that one. We're not in a rush, right? There's no one here. I think we can afford one day of mourning and just... being present. Hm? What do you think?"

Joel had to admit, it was a bit hard to snap out of this one. Normally he'd walk right away from a distressing death, but Henry's and Sam's was downright traumatizing, especially to Ellie. Maybe spending today in each other's company was just what you all needed.

"Would that be okay, Ellie?" you asked her.

Sniffling, Ellie nodded in agreement, breaking free from Joel's touch. He quickly clenched his fingers, flexing them as if trying to get rid of something, but you didn't mention that.

Maybe this was the first time he hugged someone in a very long time.

"How about you go pick a room and we'll be right there?" you asked Ellie again.

She started walking towards the motel, leaving you and Joel behind to gaze at her. She was a special kid, that much you could both agree upon. Only when you heard Joel's exhale did you turn to him, noticing the hardened and pained expression residing on his face.

"Thank you," he told you.

"For what?"

"For... bein' here. Means a lot. And... for taking care of Ellie. She could probably use someone more experienced to take care of her."

You made a funny face at him, like you couldn't believe what he just said.

"You remember what Henry told you, back in the tunnel?" you said. "'You may not be her father, but you were someone's'? You got all the right instincts and skills to do this, Joel."

He shook his head, deep in thought. "She's not my kid. And I sure as hell ain't her dad."

"I know. But sometimes caring for someone and protecting them runs deeper than blood."

Joel looked at you, analyzing your face as if he was about to say something else. He didn't; he merely looked at you, his face softening in the slightest.

"I see the way you look at her," you told him. "And I know you said she's just cargo—"

"She ain't so bad. Weird, but... not so bad."

You smiled faintly, and even Joel seemed to chuckle at his own words.

"The bad jokes remind me of Sarah," he said out of the blue.

You held still, almost holding your breath as well. It was rare to see Joel Miller talking openly about himself, if ever, so you didn't want to startle him in any way.

"She told bad jokes too?" you asked.

Joel chuckled, a more hearty sound this time. "Sometimes. Most of the time she was just sassy. And hella feisty. Like a forty year old in a kid's body."

You chuckled too, momentarily forgetting the troublesome morning you've had so far.

"They would've gotten along, I think," he continued mindlessly, staring off into the distance. "They would've been good friends."

There was nothing you could add to that. All you did was listen to him and breathe into the air, trying to calm your heart and your mind alike.

"We should go," you said after a little while.

Joel swung Henry's backpack around his shoulder when he noticed you standing still in spite of your words.

"Joel?"

He looked at you, waiting for a follow-up. He didn't expect to see you inch closer and wrap your arms around him, thus pulling him in for a hug. It was the second time that day that he felt another human's embrace after what felt like an eternity, and it was... good. It was warm. You were warm.

He found himself reciprocating, wrapping his own arms around your torso to keep you close. Neither of you was sure how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough to have Ellie peek from the motel room and see you two embracing in the field. She was going to rush you, ask you what was taking so long, but instead, she remained quiet and stared at you and Joel finally pulling away from each other and sharing an unsuspecting glance at the other.

Well. Unsuspecting for you two, blind fools. But even in the midst of all the pain and sorrow, Ellie saw. She knew. She could only hope that after today, maybe soon, you and Joel will start seeing it, too.

525 notes · View notes

mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 6 months

Text

Nothing New

pairing: bucky x anorexic!reader

a/n: this is a lil...delicate. don't read if you know it'll trigger you. it's meant to be a hurt comfort fic to help those of you who struggle with an ed.

˚♡⋆｡˚ ⋆

"Alrighty! Here we are, doll," Bucky boomed as he slid onto the couch next to you with an open jar of peanut butter in hand with two spoons stuck inside. He pointed into it and explained, "So we've got the Snickers bar broken up and mixed in with the Jiffy's-"

"It's just Jif's, Buck!" you giggled.

He frowned down at you pretending to be upset at your interruption, only causing you to giggle even harder. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," he brought his face within inches of yours, frowning deeply, causing you to burst into laughter and swat him away. He pulled you into his side before finishing, "We have the Jiffy's," he shot you a warning look, daring you to correct him. "And we have the chocolaty-peanut butter goodness. Now the only question is: how fast are we gonna finish this? I'd say we give it half an episode of Friends, just to be safe. What do you think, doll?"

You stared down at the monstrosity in his hands, an acute sense of panic suddenly taking over your body. You couldn't do it. You had already eaten so much today. How could you make your beautiful, loving boyfriend understand that you couldn't eat anymore for the day? Sure, you were still slightly hungry, but you got used to that feeling long ago. You swallowed and flashed him an awkward smile, hoping he wouldn't notice your evident discomfort.

"Um, as appealing as that sounds," you started, "I just...I don't think I have the room." You patted your belly, hoping it was a convincing show. How could Bucky think you could even eat a bite of something so calorific? You were so bloated at the end of every day. You couldn't afford dessert ever again.

When Bucky gave you a skeptical look, you rushed to add, "Well, you know, I just ate a lot today, so I'm not really hungry..."

"Doll, we had salads before this so that we could make sure we had room for this," Bucky had let go of your waist and set the PB jar down on the coffee table, and was now turned to the side to face you. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye lest your facade crumble, so you remained facing the television and drew your knees up to hug them to your chest.

"Yeah, but I had a lot to eat for lunch and stuff," you faltered, hoping that he would just drop it. You didn't want this night to end in a fight. It was so rare that you and Bucky got to spend time at home, just watching TV like a normal couple these days. You were always dragged away on separate missions, so your few days together were precious, and the last thing you wanted to do was squander them away because you couldn't bring yourself to eat a stupid jar of peanut butter.

Bucky seemed to get the hint but still looked concerned. Voice soft, he said, "That's fine, doll, we can just have it another day." You sensed the disappointment in his voice and instantly regretted hurting his feelings. But nothing could stop you from becoming skinnier, and if that meant saying no to Bucky's weird concoctions, then so be it.

It's just temporary, you reminded yourself. As soon as I shed a few pounds, I can go back to eating whatever I want. I've got it under control.

Bucky came back into the living room after putting the jar away, giving you a heavy smile. "I brought popcorn! Don't tell me you can't have that either?"

Popcorn was safe. Not a lot of calories, and you could eat a lot before you felt full. "Ugh, perfect!" You reached for the bowl with grabby hands.

He passed it to you with a warm smile then picked you up to your surprise before sitting down in the same spot with you in his lap. He put his arms around you in a bear hug that just felt safe before extending his legs out to rest his feet on the coffee table. Normally, you would've whacked his legs and admonished him about putting his smelly socks on the same surface as your food, but today you just relented. The ambience felt too cozy to be disturbed by silly little complaints. You snuggled into his chest, his scruff tickling the top of your forehead. You could get used to this position, you thought as your lashes fluttered. You felt Bucky lean forward to grab the remote and play the Friends episode. You reached down to stuff some popcorn into your mouth before leaning back into Bucky's chest.

You slowly drifted off while still in his lap and felt yourself being carried into your shared bedroom at some point. Although you were aware of it, you were too tired to wake up and remind Bucky that you didn't need to be carried to bed like a little kid. So, you just let him.

Bucky set you down on your side of the bed, covered you in your favorite fuzzy throw blanket, and smoothed the pillows under your head. He kissed your forehead and smiled down at you. You looked so peaceful like this.

When you were awake, you were constantly stressed about something or the other. Usually, it was something to do with work and the next mission you had to go on. That kind of stress was healthy because it allowed you to do your job properly and kept you alive on dangerous missions.

But recently, he had noticed how you stressed out about food. He didn't exactly understand it, but then again he wasn't sure it was supposed to make sense. When he had looked it up, he had gotten alarming results that indicated you might have an eating disorder. When he dug deeper, he realized that there were many different types of eating disorders, and that it wasn't always clear-cut with definable signs and symptoms. While he clearly had no experience in the vicinity and could by no means diagnose you, he had an inkling that something was up. You definitely didn't interact with food normally, and it worried him.

He had never thought about food for longer than the amount of time it took to prepare and consume it. He didn't understand why you were so worried about it. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman alive, and you didn't need to change your body. You could eat an elephant and he would still think of you as gorgeous. Bodies were just that, they didn't determine who you were as a person.

As he climbed into bed and pulled your sleeping frame into his chest, he made a silent vow to himself to tell you how beautiful you looked and to make sure you always ate. The last thing he needed was for his beautiful doll to harm herself because she didn't feel pretty.

˚♡⋆｡˚ ⋆

The next morning, Bucky woke up in an empty bed. Aw, man, you already left, he chided himself for not feeling you slipping out of his arms earlier. You had probably gone on a run or to the training room. You and Bucky liked to train together when you could and make a date out of it. But lately, you always seemed to push him away to train alone. He wondered why that was...

Groaning softly, he climbed out of bed and lumbered over to your walk-in closet to throw on a black T-shirt and shorts. After quickly brushing his teeth (he knew you hated it when he waited until after he ate breakfast), Bucky made his way down to the gym.

Sure enough, he found you there on the treadmill in your favorite running outfit, sweat glistening on your toned muscles. Your legs pounded on the treadmill and your breathing was erratic as you performed your sprints.

He didn't want to give you a jump-scare since that would very likely spike your heart rate which had to be quite high already, so he opted to slowly walk up behind you, calling out, "Good morning, doll!"

You didn't seem to hear him over your thundering footsteps and the heavy metal that was no doubt blaring through your headphones. He decided to risk it and walk into your peripheral vision. The treadmill you were on faced a window, not a mirror, which didn't exactly help his situation. He waved and offered you a wide smile, "Hey doll!"

"Hey...Bucky...," you panted hard, trying to control your breathing in front of him. You couldn't stop yet, you had only run 7 miles so far. You had only been running for 45 minutes, what was a few more? Your goal was to hit 10 miles before you moved on to weight-training.

A bead of sweat rolled down your neck which didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. He found it quite attractive that you liked to work and train hard. However, he did worry in light of new revelations. His research into eating disorders had revealed that along with restriction of food, people often over-trained and physically over-exerted themselves in hopes of changing the way they looked.

"Looking good, doll! Gosh, I just woke up, and you've already run 7 miles! That's my girl," he tried to high-five you, but you missed. The momentum sent your feet flying backwards, and you would've faceplanted on the edge of the treadmill if Bucky hadn't acted quickly and grabbed your waist, pulling you safely off the treadmill.

"I'm so sorry, doll! Are you okay?" he set you down and brought both hands up to your face. His eyes were wide with concern as they raked over your features to discern whether you were in pain.

"I'm fine," you tried pushing him away, but your efforts were weaker than you'd hoped. "I need to keep going." But at this point, you could barely stand seeing as you were clinging onto Bucky's forearms for support.

"I...I gotta finish," you mumbled, trying to amble over to the treadmill that was still running, tripping over your feet in the process. You didn't know how you would start up again. The only thing that had kept you going before was your momentum. Now that it was gone, you felt as if you could never walk again. Your hamstrings were on fire, and you couldn't even feel your calves.

Dark spots clouded your vision, and you felt your body going slack in Bucky's arms. Your limbs felt leaden with exhaustion, and all you wanted was to fall asleep. That last thing you remembered was the warmth of Bucky's chest, his heartbeat erratic against your cheek as he swept your limp form into his arms. "Doll! Doll, stay with me! Stay with me, honey, I'm right here, and you're gonna be okay!"

˚♡⋆｡˚ ⋆

You woke up in the cold, hostile hospital room. Your eyes darted around the room before fixing on Bucky's massive frame at your bedside. He stirred, no doubt thanks to your heart monitor picking up speed.

He had placed his flesh hand gently on top of yours. His head was bowed, resting on his arm. That couldn't be too comfortable.

He slowly raised his head, blinking his blue eyes open. You couldn't help staring at him. Even in his groggy state, he was the most beautiful person alive.

"Do you know why you feel that way?"

You swallowed and steeled your mind, focusing your eyes on Bucky's cool metal hand wrapped in both of yours. You willed yourself not to cry as you responded, "I...I don't know, I can't explain it super well, but um...I-there's like this voice in my head telling me that I can never have too much. I can never...eat too much because then I'll...I don't know, it's just like a rule that my mind made up for me and I don't know why I'm so weird and why I just can't be normal and eat like a normal person and not obsess over it.... It's never enough." You shook your head, finally dissolved into the tears you had been holding in for months now.

Bucky must have expected you to start crying because he skipped the tissues and went straight to pulling you into his arms, right off the hospital bed and into his lap like you were a child. You felt like one in that moment anyway, quivering in his arms and sobbing a year's worth of tears into the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Food is fuel, baby girl," he said softly, his puppy dog eyes roaming over your face as he tried to convey to you the knowledge that you were perfect to him. He adored everything about you, and it saddened him to no end that you hated your body. "I love you. I can't even begin to understand how hard this must be for you, and I'm not going to pretend I will anytime soon. But you can be damn sure that I'll try and be here for you every single day because it's the least I can do."

Your eyes welled again, and you tackled him in a hug again. He gladly pulled you in tighter, holding you so tenderly that the gentleness and sheer love in his embrace alone made you want to bawl your eyes out.

He spoke softly, his words muffled into your shoulder, "Honey, I will be here with you on every step of your recovery. Don't you ever think you'll be alone in this, not even for a minute. I can't lose you. It'll kill me. So please tell me what I can do. Even if you just wanna talk, we can do whatever. But I'm always here for you."

"Thank you," you mumbled, swallowing back thick tears.

"Please talk to me, okay?" he pulled back slightly, bringing his flesh hand up to tuck some fallen strands of hair behind your ear. You nodded, and your eyes darted down to his lips. He seemed to understand your need to be near him, so he kissed you, delicately at first, pulling back to lock his eyes on yours and check if it was okay. In response, you pulled him by the collar, back onto your lips where he belonged. You moaned against him, breathless in your desire, but unwilling to let him go. Being in a life or death situation did that to you.

˚♡⋆｡˚ ⋆

70 notes · View notes

skytroops · 2 years

Photo

his two favourite boys.

This was drawn as fast as I could without making it a typical sketch because I wanted to get it done before the Ash vs Leon finale while making it look "finished". The outfits are probably in-correct but I didn't want to waste time thinking about that *shrug* Despite me dumping almost the entirety of JN's plot in Greyscale, Ash still does eventually take part in the World Coronation Series and goes up against Leon in the finals. Have a copy/paste about how that happens;

After the events of the Darkest Day, neither Ash or Leon were in any shape to have their championship match (and Leon had stepped up to take Rose's place after the chairman left a massive power vacuum post-arrest) so they both put their battle on an indefinite hold. Meanwhile Ash has a long break from battling/traveling to recover from his injuries, gets engaged and married, and makes a home in Alola with his new husband. Not long after settling in, he gets an invitation to take part in the newly formed World Coronation Series, which was founded by Leon. Leon has invited him into the Masters 8 (as he has already proved himself strong enough to be among his fellow champions), but Ash feels that he has fallen out of practice and decides to go through the ranks like everyone else. However he does promise that he'll be the winner once he and Leon finally meet again. He, predictably, doesn’t have much difficulty getting through the ranks (with a few fumbles, of course) and gets into the Masters 8. He probably goes through the same opponents as show canon, but does eventually end up in the finals against Leon. The scene I drew is meant to be the day before the finals, with Skye giving Ash and Pikachu the gayest pep talk imaginable. He is very proud and very in love. And on a personal note, I have been wanting to draw something like this since the Masters 8 arc started months back but never bothered. But then, a few days ago, the fandom found titles for upcoming episodes for December and the second title freaked me the fuck out (alongside almost ever Ash fan) because it gives the vibe that Ash. . .may retire. So that kicked my ass into overdrive to draw something before the finale aired because AAAAAAAA THIS MIGHT BE ASH'S LAST BATTLE EVER PANICPANICPANCHHF

#sparky's art #the ghey ass boyfriends;#the dream continues;#ASH AND PIKACHU KICK LEON AND CHARIZARD (AND CINDERACE)'S FUCKING ASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3 notes · View notes

kalosstarters · 2 years

Text

I saw the new episode and here’s some commentary (idk, some bad, a little bit of good too):

I... dunno. This episode definitely had similar problems with the battle writing as the previous ones. Gengar making a steel type mon faint with a fairy type move? (well, okay, there was the will-o-wisp too but it shouldn’t have done it that fast). Dracovish going down very fast? Etc, etc. And last but not least, Pikachu, just like I predicted, 10000000000 x thunderbolted Metagross. Sure, he also hit it with an iron tail after that but... to me it did happen pretty easily (I kid you not, I could not stop laughing during that scene bc it was kind of absurd. Pika going from almost ded to doing the super full power move was just that funny to me.) Well, I blame the power of Alola for the op:ness of that move ♥ (in a way I love that that move has kind of become Ash’s trademark at this point... but I also wished that we wouldn’t see it until the grande finale vs Leon. I’m telling you, Tomioka, I don’t care about Lucario, I /don’t/ want to see it finish off the Charizard. But ofc it will.) Well, long story short, I do wish they’d let someone else write these battles too bc there was definitely potential there.

Then we need to get to case: Alain. I can’t believe that the only time he talked with Ash (kind of. Bc it was only a couple of words) was when he was about to leave the stadium. I definitely was expecting the commentary during the battle get a little more personal since he knows both Ash and Steven. I also can’t believe this might have been the very last episode where we see him (I don’t really dare to expect to see him again after this. Also, I could say much more about this whole Alain return thing but I don’t have the energy rn)

So, TR keeps being one of the things that actually makes these episodes better. They weren’t even trying to hide rooting for the Brat Boy this time :’D Loved it.

The cameos were mostly great! Loved seeing DREW my boy. However I will say I was a teeny bit disappointed that Ash’s mama was not at the stadium (altho on the plus side, it allowed us to see Ash’s mons watching too and that part I liked). Also I was definitely hoping to see Alolan people watching Ash too because of JN112 but... no luck yet... Do not disappoint me with this during the future Ash battles, JN.

A couple of more things on the plus side:

I did like hearing the first OP in the bg of the Z-move scene!

And Iris was great as always and I loved Hop being starstruck by her presence in the stands.

Well, that was it this time. For the upcoming battle episodes (maybe it’s a good thing we’re having a small break from M8) I have only a couple of wishes: 1) for the love of Arceus Tomioka cut it down with the one-shots, 2) let the other champions be back for the upcoming battles (I am trying to hold my horseas with this one) and 3) give. us. Ash’s companion and Alola fam cameos. Bc otherwise, what’s the point?

#pokeani spoilers #episode commentary #tia watches pokemon jn

3 notes · View notes

avrelia · 2 years

Text

Into Every Generation a Slayer is Born

I finished the book Into Every Generation a Slayer is Born by Evan Ross Katz. A month ago, and I did a twitter thread review of it, since a lot of my Buffy friends are over there and not here, and now I collected it all here for myself and people of DW. :)

It is an easy read that covered a lot of ground fast but not particularly deep. I got in for the new interviews with the cast and crew, and the interviews were delivered. I could do without opinions on quality of the last seasons and continuous sniping at Marty Noxon, but well… The time for the perfect book shall come one day.

1) Best new tidbit of information: Antony Stewart Head played Giles as a mix of Prince Charles and Alan Rickman’s Sheriff of Nottingham. This already is worth the price of the book.

2) Best duh moment – Cynthia Erivo telling her understanding of Anya reflecting an experience of an immigrant. The most surprising part was why didn’t I pick up on it before, as I was watching and connecting with Anya twenty years ago.

3) the best interview was with SMG. The author is her biggest fan, and she comes off really great there. Of course she is also frank, respectful, sweet and supportive of all the people she worked with, and very appreciative and proud of Buffy’s legacy.

4) the weirdest interview was with Nicholas Brendon. It is understandable, given his unhappy trajectory over the years. And I was glad to read his warm words about CC and SMG, but I also didn’t really care about his latest feud with DB. Overall, it was really sad to read, the whole story of NB, but it definitely added to the whole perspective.

5) the most emotional interview turned out to be with Cynthia Bergstorm, the costume designer for seasons 2-6. Reading her account on the atmosphere on set before she left I almost cried. No, not tears of joy. More like tears of anger

6) the most notable interviews we didn’t get were with AH and Michele Trachtenberg, as they were planned then canceled after February 2021, following the newest wave of conversation about Joss. I understand their reluctance to discuss it at the time.

7) Out of the writers we saw Doug Petrie, Jane Espenson and Drew Z. Greenberg. Marty Noxon didn’t answer the requests and for some reason the author was really mean about it several times and it was really annoying to read.

I was quite happy to see also interviews with Amber Benson, Emma Caulfield, CC, Julie Benz, Mark Blucas, Danny Strong, Seth Green, Tom Lenk, JM, ASH, Bianca Lawson, . Am I forgetting anyone of the cast?

There were no any profound revelations, after all I’ve been a fan for twenty years (soon – yay!) and generally had an idea how it came to be, but the picture became clearer and more detailed. From the history, to the process, and the behind the scene stuff

The interviewees rarely got into any details, and never shared anything lurid or scandalous, but I got the following picture: it started with them being very young and mostly inexperienced. JW was a writer, but had no idea how to run a tv show or direct episodes. And if he successfully managed to do later, the former proved to be problematic.

One of the details everybody talks about is their insane working hours: an average workday during the filming season was 18-20 hours, which is genuinely crazy even if you don’t take into account all the makeup, fight rehearsals, and expected precision in delivering dialogue.

The Beloved Buffy-speak is literally Joss speak. Joss speaks more or less like this and all his characters speak like this, and all his writers write like this and if not he changed the lines to be more like this and the actors had to say lines precisely, re-doing the takes until they manage.

They started a one small happy family, then as the show’s popularity grew, as they had more money, fame and pressure, they become “middle school with more money” according to Mark Blucas, then really, really tired group by the end of the series.

The blame for growing toxic atmosphere on set all the interviewee put on being young, overworked and “someone” on top constantly stirring s*** up and pitting the actresses against each other. (some interviews were done before Feb.2021 and the latest round of allegations)

This story, told by Emma Caulfield is very representative. I'll just add it all here

Mark Blucas, btw, gave a very sweet interview, where he several times apologized for having caused problems for cast and crew due to be totally new to acting and having no clue what he was doing and, of course, praised SMG for being very patient and very helpful

I need to finish the write-up, I guess. So, a month after finishing the book I have to say that it was a fun read, fast, not very engaging. It confirmed what I, as an old fan new or guessed, or explained details that made me go “Duh!” - of course, they were young, mostly inexperienced and over-tired.

Of course, JW was messing up. I mean, I wasn’t even very deep into details, but I always knew that the cast was divided into “favorites” and “not favorites”. I didn’t really think that it was an intentional division, that JW created and exploited, but apparently it was. Oh, well. I was happy to know that the actresses mostly reconciled by now.

And the most pleasant part of the book was SMG – both her own interview with an author, and what everyone said about her. I remember, in my early days in the fandom there was a strong anti-SMG streak, where by calling her “professional” people meant she was cold, unfeeling and un-fun.

Whereas it actually meant she cared about cast and crew and doing her job without wasting everyone’s time (remember those crazy hours!) and without creating extra problems for her colleges. She helped her cast-mates, she helped the crew, she worked a lot, she wasn’t always right, but who was?

So, anyway. That was not a definitive book by all means, but an ok one. There are more books to be written, about Buffy, and the fandom, and all the ways it is still changing our lives. I personally want more books on Buffy fandom.

#evan ross katz #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy history #joss whedon #sarah michelle gellar #emma caulfield #mark blucas #Cynthia Bergstorm #cynthia erivo #nicholas brendon #anthony stewart head #book review

49 notes · View notes

talesofafangirlwithadvr · 3 years

Text

April 2021 Picks

And we’re back with the end to another month. April! Wow! Lots more great picks to talk about this time. Lots of new ones to the list too. So, let’s dive in!

Spoiler territory ahead!

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

or should I say Captain America and the Winter Soldier

I just finished the finale last night, so it felt right to start off with The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I really enjoyed it and I feel the episodes got stronger as the series went on. Each one felt like a mini-movie and I was upset it was over and had to wait another week for another one. I think the finale was my favorite. Especially the reveal of Sam as Captain America. I love his suit, his speech and the montage of everyone watching him. The last part of the episode was definitely my favorite and one I can watch on repeat. I loved seeing happy Bucky and him goofing off with the kids in Louisiana. He deserves so much happiness as he has now accepted he’s no longer who he once was. Bucky and Sam’s relationship is fantastic and I can’t wait to see it more. I know there’s a possibility of a second season and they have to be in a future MCU movie. Regarding the villain, I feel I was confused for most of the show as to what their objective was. I’m curious if this is because they had to reshoot parts during the pandemic. I also am mad with Sharon. Like what happened with her? She is definitely the true villain of the show. I also don’t love that we haven’t seen the end of Walker (but Wyatt Russell did a fantastic job). I also loved Torres and I hope he becomes the next Falcon. Definitely so different vibes from Wandavision, but just as good!

THE IRREGULARS

This is a show that more people need to be talking about! It was SO GOOD! I feel like I heard some buzz about it when it first came out, but not much after. It follows the teens featured about who live on the streets during Victorian London. The leader of their group, Bea gets approached by Dr. John Watson (that’s right...as in Sherlock and Watson) to take on a case that has more supernatural qualities. The story takes off from there. I think the group dynamic was fantastic. There wasn’t a character I didn’t like and each one brought something else important to the group (which they even bring up towards the end of the show). [I’ve watched a few cast interviews since finishing the finale and they seem like they get along really well in real life too.] There is a kind of love triangle, but it didn’t bother me and was over fast. I did like both combinations though. Lots of twists and turns along the journey. I have no idea if there will be another season, but there should be. It didn’t end on a major cliffhanger, but definitely ended in a way where it could continue nicely. Come on Netflix.

HBO’S THE NEVERS

From one show set in Victorian times to the next. The Nevers just premiered on HBO and HBO Max earlier this month. It follows an ensemble of characters, similar to other HBO shows, ranging from characters who are called “the touched” to men in government who are against them. Being “touched” means they have a special talent or power, which can range from healing to speaking other languages, being extremely tall, or being an expectational inventor (I seriously love Penance. I just don’t know how to explain her ability). Amalia True and Penance Adair are two of the main characters and they help bring in others who are touched to a remodeled orphanage that is a safe haven for people like them. Of course there are those who are against them existing. This seems to be at least two groups as someone is abducting and experimenting on some of the touched, but we don’t know who they are...yet. I love the fusion of a historical setting with a fantasy element. I am very excited to see where the show is headed. I also love seeing so many of my favorite British actors on the screen together.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND

Time for a throw back. Fans of ABC’s Once Upon a Time might remember the short lived spin off following Alice in Wonderland (and some of Aladdin). It only lasted for one season of 13 episodes, but I remember loving it and I am so happy I can rewatch it on Disney Plus. It reminds me of why I enjoyed OUAT so much and I think this show deserved another season or more crossover with the original show. (Luckily the Knave got that opportunity.) I think it should have aired as a summer show or when OUAT was on hiatus, this way more fans would have tuned in. It is something I’ll believe forever.

Anyway, I’ll stop ranting now... I love Alice. I think she’s a badass and a fierce warrior. If you follow some of my posts on my other blog, Lydia-yougowith-Stiles, you’ll know that I love a warrior romance and Cyrus and Alice fit that perfectly (even if they are apart for much of the series). I also love Alice’s hair and outfits. Everything about her is cool. Her relationship with the Knave is one of my favorite friendships ever. I think they balance each other out so well and how they spend most of the journey together. Back in the day, I totally shipped them, but now I definitely don’t. (Even though I don’t love Anastasia.) This is definitely worth the watch if you’ve ever heard of Once Upon a Time or not. There is very cheesy CGI especially for 2013, but once you get pass that you’ll love it.

ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST

It was on a longer break than I expected, and I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would (which I know doesn’t sound good for a show), but I am still loving all the episodes this season. It feels like there are more musical numbers, which I love. Mandy Moore is killing it with the choreography. There are so many amazing moments. I also was a big fan of the newest glitch episode. Everyone is so talented and I also like that we’ve started to hear from more like Jenna and Tobin. Leif has become one of my favorites. I don’t love the new neighbor next door, but I think we’re done with his storyline. I’m not loving the Zoey love triangle, but I do like her with either Simon or Max. She seems really happy with Simon now. (FYI: I haven’t watched the most recent episode yet. The glitch one was my latest.) Can’t wait for more!

KUNG FU

CW’s newest show this month was Kung Fu, which I just learned was a reboot. It follows Nicky who returns after 3 years to her home in San Francisco. Her family has mixed feelings as she has had no contact with them for the last 3 years. She is now a Kung Fu master and warrior, out to avenge her mentor’s death and stop a villain from acquiring mythical weapons. The show gives me Arrow vibes every time I watch it. It has similar flashbacks each episode to an earlier time in Nicky’s life. While Nicky’s mission is different, the style just gives me early seasons of Arrow vibes, which I am not complaining about. It stars Legacies’ Alyssa Chen, who I didn’t love on Legacies, but instantly fell in love with Nicky. I think she’s a bad ass character and love how she’s fighting for the underdogs on the streets of San Fran, while also taking down a bigger evil. The love triangle is heating up and I’m definitely team Henry (even though there’s some mystery there). I think he’s great and once again we have an awesome warrior romance. They balance each other so well and it’s only been like 3 episodes. Now they’ve also been sleuthing together and it’s just amazing.

NANCY DREW

Are you sick of hearing me talk about CW’s Nancy Drew? I hope not because I’m going to fangirl again. I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH! I can’t wait till Wednesday comes and I tune in a little after it starts, so then I can fast forward on my DVR. Then when the episode is over I basically start it all over again and watch select scenes that were awesome. (More specifically, they tend to be Nancy and Ace scenes because I love them and we’re entering so much angst I don’t know if my heart will be able to handle it!!!)

I’ll say it a thousand times: THIS CAST IS EVERYTHING! Their dynamic is amazing. You can have any match ups and it’ll be a great time. There is not one person I don’t like. I was so upset that there wasn’t a new episode last week (especially because it was my birthday). I loved the last one with the Hardy Boys and that Nace reveal! OMG! I’m so sad that Grant has left again because we barely had him, but I feel he’ll eventually come back. He has to. I loved the ending when he spoke to Thom by signing to him. (My heart!) I seriously can’t say enough great things about this show. It is not your typical CW show and deserves more love and views. So happy a third season has already been confirmed!!

LAST NOTES

Just started Shadow and Bone on Netflix and am loving it! I’m sure I’ll have an entire post dedicated to it when I’m done. (Currently going to start episode 6.) I have no background on the universe or the books (just what my sister is filling me in with as we watch). I definitely plan on reading Six of Crows after this!

So what are you enjoying? Let me know. I’m always looking for more shows to add to the list! Can never have enough.

108 notes · View notes

pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 3 years

Text

there for you

summary: your best friend Bowen can’t help but draw some connections between you and your favorite show.

word count: 2k

warnings: heavy spoilers for New Girl. like, its basically the premise of the fic

note from the writer: here’s a link to a tweet with the scene im talking about in this fic, its from the episode “Oregon” (season 4 ep 16). shoutout to @bqstqnbruin for finding it for me

Bowen had long since stopped asking to come over before showing up on your doorstep. Usually, he’d send a ‘are you home?’ text to make sure you were around, before heading to your apartment for whatever reason he had in mind.

The latest text had come in twenty minutes ago, so you knew he was going to show up soon.

Like clockwork, you heard a knock on your front door and Bowen greeting your roommates before your bedroom door opened. He was grinning, wide as ever, and you opened your arms for a hug from your position laying in bed, under the covers and in the middle of a New Girl marathon.

“Scoot over.” Bowen grins, barely giving you enough time to react before dropping on top of you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You paused the show, not wanting to miss anything despite being on your third rewatch.

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. If he knew just how much his touch affected you, how many feelings you were harboring from him.

“What’s up?” You asked, pushing away any thoughts about your massive crush on your best friend as you tried to get to the bottom of why he showed up out of the blue. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, but he always had a reason.

“I wanted to see you. Practice was rough.” He mumbled in the crook of your neck. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, how they fell past his lips so easily. Those words made you think that maybe your feelings weren’t so one sided, that there was a chance for you to be even happier than you already were with your best friend.

“You’re going to make me blush.” You teased, downplaying the fact that he really did manage to fluster you. Bowen snorted, squeezing you tightly once more instead of responding to your comment. An easy moment of silence passed, one that wasn’t stifling or awkward and it reminded you once more just how much you enjoyed being around Bowen. Subconsciously, one of your hands threaded through his hair. “I like it when your hair is longer like this.”

Your words were punctuated by a tug on his roots and though he didn’t say anything, he hummed contentedly. You worried that maybe he’d be able to hear the hammering of your heart or he’d know that the smile on your face wasn’t because of your platonic love for him. You feared that he would know—know how much you loved him and know that you had been hiding your feelings for so long. But you couldn’t let yourself think too much about that, you couldn’t let yourself overthink and ruin one of your closest friendships, so you tactfully changed the subject.

“Are we napping or watching my show?” You asked, though you had a pretty good idea what his answer would be.

“Nap, please.” He mumbled, and you could never deny him, especially when he was acting so sleepy and adorable, so you agreed easily. You both shifted your positions slightly, you trying to find the comfiest spot and him climbing under the covers with you, but eventually you both melted into your mattress, Bowen’s head still buried in the crook of your neck.

Bowen tried to stay awake a little longer; to tell you about his morning and the practice he had just come from that had drained his energy completely. But before long, his words were slurring together and when he stopped mid sentence, you knew he had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you and your fingers carding through his hair.

You tried to stay up too, to relish in the feeling of being in his arms. But you knew that pretending like it meant something more than it did was only going to break your heart more, so soon after he dozed off you closed your eyes and followed suit.

You were the first one to wake up, a combinatin of Bowen’s weight on you becoming slightly uncomfortable and the need to use the bathroom, so you did your best to climb out from underneath him without waking him. You thought you had made it out clear, but the moment your feet hit the floor Bowen was stirring from behind you.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled, causing you to halt your movements. It was far from the first time you had heard his gravelly voice just after he woke up, but it never failed to make your heart race. You swore you could listen to him talk forever, which was a good thing, since he never seemed to be able to stop talking.

“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You told him, finally standing to your feet. When you turned back around, Bowen was already watching you with tired eyes that made your heart clench. God, you were so gone for him.

You slipped out of the room without saying anything more, not trusting yourself to not blurt out just exactly how his smile made you feel. When you returned, he was sitting up against your headboard, your laptop open on his lap as he queued up the episode you had been watching before he arrived.

“New Girl again?” Bowen teased when he spotted you enter the room. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, climbing back into your spot beside him on the bed. You mirrored his position, though you dropped your head against his shoulder.

“It’s a good show. Plus, Jess and Nick’s relationship is my favorite.” You told him decidedly, like you had a dozen times before. The relationship between Jess and Nick truly was somehting you strived for—friends that were always in love with each other, no matter the problems that arised and even when they were broken up they did their best to keep the other happy.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled, shifting slightly so that his arm was around you and he could hold you closer to his side. “What episode are we on?”

“Oregon.” You started, knowing you’d have to catch him up on more than just the episode name. “Jess, Cece, and the guys go to Portland because Jess’ dad is getting married. Jess’ boyfriend, Ryan, was supposed to show up but since he lives in England he said it wouldn’t make sense for him to be there. So, Nick’s trying to make Jess feel better because he secretly loves her and I just need them to get back together.”

“Don’t they end up together though?” Bowen asks, trying to recall as much about the show as he could. It might not have been one of his personal favorites, but he knew you loved it, so that was enough for him to try and follow along.

“Yeah, but they aren’t right now.” You confirm. Before Bowen could ask anymore questions, you pressed play on your laptop and continued where you left off. Jess and the group had just arrived at her childhood home, only to find her mom ready to greet Ryan, who wasn’t there. The scene played on, with Nick telling Jess the hard truth that Ryan bailing wasn’t okay.

You could feel Bowen’s eyes on you as the scene changed to Nick comforting Jess in her room. Giggling at the Jordan Catalano joke, you tried your best to focus on the screen and not the piercing blue eyed gaze that seemed to be studying your face. And, like you always did when you got to this scene, you bit your lip to supress a grin as Nick delivered his next line.

“The only thing that matters is that the guy is there for you when you need him. Otherwise, you’re dating a wall.”

“Are you even paying attention, Bow? That’s like, my favorite line. What I wouldn’t give to have someone love me the way Nick loves Jess.” You sighed, settling further against Bowen as the episode continued on. He didn’t say anything in response, other than a quiet hum, but for the rest of the episode you could practically hear the gears turning inside his head as he turned his attention to the screen.

Netflix automatically continued on to the next episode, but as soon as the intro started Bowen’s hand shot out and paused the show. You looked at him curiously; the two of you usually got through at least a couple of episodes whenever you hung out like you were then.

“You know…” Bowen started, trailing off before he finished his thought. He wasn’t meeting your gaze, and it was clear that what he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue so you stayed silent while he found his words. “I’m always there for you.”

You felt your heart stop beating and skip three beats all at once. You weren’t sure where he was going with his train of thought, but if you had to guess you would be getting your hopes up. Because there was absolutely no way that he felt the same for you that Nick does for Jess.

“Yeah, you are…” You breathed, trying to get him to meet your gaze but instead he stayed focused on your comforter pulled over both of your laps. The hand that wasn’t around your shoulders was toying with the fabric, and in a bid to calm him down enough to get him to say what he needed you slipped your hand into his. Bowen drew in a steadying breath and finally met your gaze, a dozen and one emotions swirling behind his eyes.

“I love you, you know.” He said firmly, like there was no question about it in the slightest and not the very words you had been dying to hear from him for years. You nodded, unable to form words but not wanting to leave him hanging.

You supposed you did know that he loved you. He showed it in his blatant affection and the frequent texts about how his life was going. He cared for you, there was no doubt about it, but you had never let yourself believe that he meant anything more than friendship. And now he was offereing everything you’d ever wanted on a silver platter.

“Bowen,” You started, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him just how much you loved him back. Instead, you moved the hand that wasn’t wrapped up in his to rest on Bowen’s jaw, turning his head just slightly so that you could press your lips to yours in a long awaited kiss that stole your breath.

Kissing Bowen felt so much better than what you imagined. The angle was a little odd and your neck was craned to face him, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You’d share a thousand more awkwardly positioned kisses if it meant you got to be with Bowen.

You were the first to pull away, but you didn’t move far, wide grins on both of your faces as you took in the events of the past few moments. Your friendship was definitely changed, and in place was a relationship that you had been hoping for.

“I love you, too.” You finally mumbled. You wanted to tell him how you had loved him from the moment you met, how he made you fall in love with him with each and every day, but for the moment all that mattered was he knew you loved him just the same as he loved you.

“I hope, or else this is going to be awkward.” He mumbled playfully, leaning in again to close the distance between the two of you. You couldn’t help but chuckle against him, your hand slipping from his jaw to curve around the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss.

Bowen was the Nick to your Jess, and not a day went by that you weren’t greatful for him.

#bowen byram #bowen byram fic #bowen byram imagine #bowen byram x reader #Colorado Avalanche #colorado avalanche fic #Colorado Avalanche x reader #Colorado Avalanche imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey x reader

241 notes · View notes

theimpossiblescheme · 3 years

Text

The Rebirth of Lupin III

(I was rewatching Part 4, and this plot bunny took me hostage after watching Episode 14, “The End of Lupin III”. After what was probably Lupin’s most harrowing near-death fakeout yet, I couldn’t help but wonder about the aftermath, and before I knew it I’d written this. I hope everyone enjoys it!)

It wouldn’t have been the first time Lupin the Third “died.” Hell, given his track record, it probably wouldn’t be the last either. But damn if he hadn’t put on one hell of a show. Old Pops had been wrapped around his little finger the entire time—the discarded meals, the weakened voice, the repeated talk about the end being near… that final scene with the shared cigarette… the genuine sorrow in Zenigata’s voice, even moreso than all the other times… it was his finest performance yet.

It might also have been his stupidest.

Turned out skipping meals for multiple months, only eating what he absolutely had to in order to finish the painting on the cell floor… that kind of stunt tended to really negatively impact your health. Go figure. The amount of times he’d blacked out midway through mixing his makeshift paints, or he’d felt the acid from his own empty stomach rising into his throat as he worked… he’d honestly lost count. Walking made him dizzy, and that last cigarette tasted like nothing so much as burning tar on his lips, even as he forced himself to finish it. That final scene, hearing his ears ring as Pops spoke and feeling his hands shake under his blanket, really did feel like one. Empty stage as Lupin collapses before he can even unveil his master plan. Before he can live up to Pops’ faith in him. Lights out. Curtain.

It had been an honest to God miracle he’d made it farther than that. Standing to gloat over his victory as Zenigata finally opened the cell made his legs teeter dangerously, and his throat still felt raw, but if he was going to live to see the finale, by God he was going to make it an unforgettable one. He’d managed to walk away smiling as Pops could do nothing but laugh in hysterical disbelief, and Lupin felt a bit of that hysteria bubbling up in his own lungs, too. He’d actually pulled it off… damn, somebody up there must really like him.

Somebody out on the bay liked him, too, apparently. As soon as Rebecca and Robson’s motorboat sped into view, Lupin wasted no time leaping into the water after it. Finally, another familiar face—even if his limbs felt like they might snap at any moment, he was still going to make it out to them. To know that Rebecca had made it out alive, that she hadn’t given up on him even after so long. When she hauled him up into the boat, his head lolled onto her shoulder against her neck, and he noticed her perfume had changed. Some new label must have sent her fresh samples… she smelled nice, like a fruity cocktail on a summer day…

Rebecca brushed a lock of hair out of his face, and he suddenly became very aware of how long he’d let it get. “You look terrible,” she said with a very faint smile.

Lupin managed a wheezing chuckle in response. “Yeah, probably.”

And then he blacked out again.

When he came to, he was in an actual bed. With sheets and a pillow. What a difference it made on his neck—sleeping on concrete had done him no favors. On the endtable beside him was a bowl of stew, still hot, and a cup of what smelled like lemon tea. Not his favorite, but beggars and choosers and all that, and Robson really didn’t have to go to the trouble. Besides, after so long actively avoiding any food provided him, it smelled goddamn delicious. Even with his arms and legs still feeling like matchsticks, Lupin still managed to sit up and help himself. The stew was gone in nothing flat, and the tea was half-finished and cooling by the time Lupin felt strong enough to stand up. The Rosselini’s guest rooms were comparatively plain next to the rest of the house, but they could still stand up respectably with any of Fujiko’s favorite upscale hotels.

(Where the hell was Fujiko�� or Jigen or Goemon for that matter… best not to think of that right now. He’d only just woken up, after all. There was still time… there was nothing but time now.)

And of course, the décor was hardly the highlight. Propping himself against the wall, he turned the latch on the window and opened it, letting the morning breeze waft in and the sun warm his face for the second time in God knew how many days.

San Marino was still beautiful. A jewel too big to pocket, but not too small to admire. Lupin stood for a long moment drinking in the view before turning to the guest bathroom.

The sight that greeted him there was less than beautiful. He still had the damn beard and long tangled hair, but that wasn’t the worst of it. His cheeks had hollowed out into nothing, and his skin had gone so grey and cold from darkness and malnutrition it may as well not be there at all. A skull framed with dark hair stared back at him from the mirror, and it took all of Lupin’s self-control not to hurl the half-digested stew and tea into the sink. Of all the times he had to actually almost die, it had to be when he didn’t even look like himself. A disguise would be one thing—his true face and body would still be underneath—but this…

This wouldn’t do.

Luckily, a razor and shaving cream had been left on the counter for him. Lupin immediately snatched them up and began to fill the sink with hot water, actually tapping his foot impatiently as it didn’t fill fast enough. He needed to see his face again, needed to know that it was still him under all this. When the sink was full, he wet the razor and hurriedly slathered the shaving cream across his chin and cheeks, even carelessly getting some into his hair. This would be fine. He’d be fine. Good as new, even.

If only his hands would stop freaking shaking…

He lifted the razor to the underside of his chin and instantly felt his hand slip. A few seconds of panic preceded the bolt of pain as he felt blood drip into his fingers. Damn it all… dammit dammit dammit, why’d he have to let it go this far?

“Lupin?”

The voice didn’t come from the door, but instead the window. Lupin barely even processed that before wheeling around, knees weak and face burning with embarrassment. He couldn’t let anybody see him like this, not even—

“Goemon!”

His samurai still had one leg out the window as he climbed through, but he froze in place upon seeing Lupin framed in the bathroom door. A hundred different emotions warred in his eyes, and Lupin wanted so badly to run over and hug him before Goemon’s face settled into its usual stoicism. “Is this where you’ve been all this time?”

“Ah… not exactly,” Lupin said sheepishly, reaching a hand to the back of his neck and internally cursing the cold sweat that had gathered in his hair. “I’m not really sure how long I’ve been here. Rebecca and her butler came to get me after I got away from Pops.” Another poor excuse for a chuckle wheezed out of him. “Lemme tell you… they don’t half kid around locking somebody up here if they want ‘em locked up… it’s a lot worse if you don’t have the key.”

“I can see that.” Goemon finally drew closer, studying Lupin intently. “You don’t look like you had an easy time of it.”

“Honestly, does anybody have an easy time in prison? That’s why I try to stay out of it, y’know.” But it was hard to keep even a weak smile in place, looking at Goemon now… God, he really could have died. He could have never seen him again, or any of his gang. Faking a grand exit for the benefit of Interpol, knowing he could return when the coast was clear, was so much different. And Goemon looked so healthy next to him—he’d even put on a bit of weight for once, which told Lupin that Jigen must have found him a nice Japanese place outside San Marino. Hell, compared to Lupin’s sorry state, he looked downright beautiful. It felt like it had been years… Lupin could stand there staring at him for even longer than that. How must Jigen and Fujiko look at this exact moment? Were they worried about him? Were they okay? All at once, he wished they were all here, together, and that he didn’t look like the freaking Crypt Keeper when he went to greet them.

Goemon reached up and touched Lupin’s cheek with his fingertips, and Lupin tried very hard not to lean into the touch as he had with Rebecca. “I’m not sure if the beard suits you, though. Or the long hair. You look a bit like something else crawled onto your head and died.”

That got a stronger, if extremely wry, smile out of him. Nice to know both their senses of humor were intact. “Yeah, not a fan myself… I don’t suppose you could…?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not using my sword to give you a shave, Lupin.”

“No, not with Zantetsuken, dummy—just use the razor.” There was the arch, fussy side of Goemon… he had to admit, he’d missed that, too. Nodding as if he’d understood all along, Goemon picked up the razor and washed away the blood before cupping a hand around the back of Lupin’s neck and letting him lean back as he worked. His hands were much steadier, almost gentle in their grip, and he was always a few degrees warmer than Lupin himself. Endless physical exercise would do that, Lupin supposed—ironic, considering how much time he spent under freezing cold waterfalls and out in the snow. Fujiko’s hands were always just on the comfortable side of cold, but she avoided that kind of exertion if she possibly could.

“Where are the other two?” Lupin asked, trying to move his jaw as little as possible so he wouldn’t obstruct Goemon’s work. “Are they--?”

“They’re both fine. Fujiko had rented out a beach house on the Italian mainland to wait for you, and Jigen had been spending time at one of the casinos. When I called to let them know you’d escaped, they told me they were on their day—they should be here this evening.”

Thank God… “So you finally figured out that phone I gave you, huh?”

“I’m not actually from the Sengoku Period, Lupin—I know what a cell phone is and how to use it.” He paused to wash off the razor again, and a very light pink stained his cheeks. “Fujiko also helped a great deal. Especially our first night in San Marino.”

“Oh, I’ll bet.” For once, Lupin hadn’t meant it with any lewd intent, but it didn’t stop Goemon from yanking his head back a trifle harshly as he found a new angle with the razor. “They’ve gotta be pretty pissed, too… that I took so long. I know I would be.”

“They’re upset, certainly. But no more than usual for you.” It wasn’t said with any real malice, just as a blunt statement of the truth, but it still stung. Did it make it any better or worse that for once—out of all the times he’d faked his death—he actually feared it might be for real? Instead of just an act he’d strung them along on for the sake of the greater plan?

Probably worse. At least all those other times, the plan was to come back.

“I’ll do better next time.” And he really did mean it. Although he’d probably stave off the “next time” for as long as he could—one impregnable prison cell full of rotten uneaten food was enough. “And I’m definitely not gonna let it go this far. Believe it or not, the beard isn’t even the worst of it. With my hands the way they are, I’d hate to think what’ll happen when I need to pee.”

“As long as Jigen doesn’t have to hold you up.” There was no smile on Goemon’s face, but there was one in his voice. “And I know for a fact he’ll hold you to that promise.”

Lupin couldn’t help but grimace. As much as he’d love to see his gunman again… “Yeah, not looking forward to that conversation. Not just ‘cause I’m gonna bruise like a banana if he punches me.”

“I’ll do my best to separate you.” There was the smile—it softened up the prematurely harsh lines of Goemon’s face as it always did, and Lupin had to remember to keep his head still and resist the temptation to kiss his cheeks until his lips went numb. Rinsing off the razor again, Goemon tilted Lupin’s head slightly to his right. “I might be at this for a while—please promise me you’ll never grow a beard again.”

“You got it, man. And I got all the time in the world.”

#lupin iii #my fanfic #I can't believe this is my first non-prompted piece for this fandom... I don't hate it honestly. XD #But yeah that episode is both really good and a little wild because he's apparently back to 'normal' in the end #(after an apparent time skip but still) and I'm just sitting there like... *dude you almost died.*#I know it takes a lot to knock you out of the running but *come on.*#So that was where this came from (and his relationship with Goemon doesn't get enough love so that's why he's here too. <3).

26 notes · View notes

reinerispretty · 4 years

Text

beneath the moon. (sokka x f!reader) pt14

hiii i hope u are having a wonderful day! this is our lovely reader’s tale of ba sing se episode :) + more!

pt1

pt13

pt15

(Y/N) swallowed uncomfortably. He gave her a smirk as she approached. “I see you’re not wearing the necklace,” He said.

“I gave it away,” She said quickly. He blinked at her, obviously surprised. “I found someone who needed it more than I did. Really, thank you for buying me the necklace. I can pay you back but I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t need it.”

As much as she didn’t act like it, (Y/N) had grown up as a princess. Respect had always been given to her, automatically. And while things changed slightly when she had joined Team Avatar, the reputation of traveling with Aang had surpassed her. Most of the time, when they arrived at new places, they were greeted with welcoming smiles and treated with kindness. But things were different in Ba Sing Se.

She had been treated like a child before, yes, but she had never felt so undermined and disrespected than when she was within the city’s walls. Their guide, Joo Dee, ignored all of her questions and requests about the city and acted like (Y/N) hadn’t said anything at all. (Y/N) didn’t like a lot of things, and not being taken seriously was one of them. She had left home to be in charge of her own life, after all, and being treated like a little kid when she had probably done more daring things than any of the Dai Lee combined infuriated her.

And she could not spend one more second cooped up in the house with her friends. Of course, she loved them with all of her heart, but being around Sokka so often irked her incessantly. Every little thing he did, every comment he made, infuriated her. It wasn’t even because she was mad at him! She was mad at herself, for liking him so much, and her anger directed itself toward him. She knew she wasn’t being kind to Sokka, but (Y/N) had realized over the years that she would always be the complete opposite of her sister. If Yue was a gentle snow, (Y/N) was a thunderstorm.

So she resolved to take the day to herself. As (Y/N) thought about it, she hadn’t really had a moment alone since leaving the Northern Water Tribe, and she was someone who strongly valued her alone time. She called over her shoulder to her friends that she was going out and then she went to the streets of Ba Sing Se.

Their place was in the Inner Ring, where royalty and aristocrats of the city lived. The only way (Y/N) could describe her scenery was beautiful. Buildings towered over her, intricately and ornately decorate in wooden and gold embellishments. There were still peddlers in the streets, but all of their goods seemed expertly made and wonderfully handcrafted. She slowed her pace as she walked by them, marveling medals and dazzling jewels.

“Would the beautiful Water Tribe lady like a necklace?” Asked one woman, offering (Y/N) a silver necklace with dangling teardrop sapphires. (Y/N) stared at her, surprised.

“Oh, no thank you,” (Y/N) said, smiling at the woman. “It’s too nice for me.” As beautiful as it was, (Y/N) knew that it wouldn’t last long during her travels. She had already lost most of her painting supplies and sketches when they were in the desert. She didn’t want to risk losing anything else.

“Are you sure? I can give you a discount!” The woman was very insistent, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“I’ll buy it for her.” (Y/N) turned to the source of the voice. At her side stood a boy, probably about her age, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He was lanky and tall, her head just barely coming to his chest. Despite herself, (Y/N’s) face heated up.

“No, it’s really okay,” She insisted, but the boy was already handing the woman his money. He dropped the necklace into (Y/N’s) hands.

“Sometimes, pretty girls deserve pretty things,” The boy told her. (Y/N’s) lips tightened into a thin line.

“I don’t need it,” She said, taking him by the hand and dropping the necklace into it. It looked valuable. (Y/N) bet he could get more than what he paid for it.

“Come on, you’re Water Tribe! It matches your whole outfit perfectly.”

“I don’t really care if it matches my outfit,” (Y/N) said, scrunching her nose at him. “Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t need this necklace. I’d just lose it.”

“Alright, how about you hold on to it for today, and I’ll meet you here later to see if you’ve lost it? If you haven’t, you get a necklace, and if you have, you buy me dinner. Deal?” He shoved the necklace back into her hands and disappeared into the crowd before (Y/N) could protest. She rushed after him, trying to keep up with his quick movements, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t meant to, but somehow she had gotten swept up in the crowds of Ba Sing Se and ended up in the Middle Ring, far from where she had begun her walk.

Slightly annoyed at herself for not paying attention, she leaned up against a stone building and sat on the ground. She stared at the necklace in her hands. It was beautiful. It looked like something Yue would try to get (Y/N) to wear at one of her birthday banquets. She could almost hear her now: “Come on, (Y/N)! It’ll look so pretty with your eyes.” (Y/N) pocketed it, squeezing at the fabric of her dress until she could feel the outline of the stone.

(Y/N) had almost decided to head back to her friends when a little boy ran up to her, his eyes wide in panic. His head was shaved and dirt was matted onto his face and clothes. “Are you a waterbender?” He demanded, gesturing to the blue of her dress. (Y/N) furrowed her brows, but nodded in response. “I need your help!” He grabbed her by the hand and tugged her to her feet. (Y/N) stumbled to keep up with his fast little legs.

“Wait, who are you!” She asked as he brought her through alleyways and underneath make-shift bridges. The kid was leading her to the outskirts of the Middle Ring, where makeshift huts and houses were made from straw and mud. She frowned as they came to a stop.

“My name’s Li,” The little boy said to her. “When the soldiers came back, they marched through our part of town and got mud and dirt all in our water. We can’t even drink it anymore!” To punctuate his statement, he opened a barrel to show her murky brown water. “You’ve got to help us.”

(Y/N) didn’t hesitate to act. “I need another container to put the water in once it’s cleaned,” She said. He picked up a large tin pail and dropped it at her feet.

“Will that work?” He asked. (Y/N) shrugged, rolling her sleeves up to her elbows.

“I guess we’ll find out.” (Y/N) stretched out her fingers, lifting one arm over the other as she drew the water from the mud. She tried to imagine the dirt particles separating as she placed the water in the metal pail. When she had finished, she looked at the job she had done. The water was so clear that it showed the bottom of the pail clearly. (Y/N) smiled to herself.

“Thank you Miss Water Tribe!” Li exclaimed. “Can you help my friends with their water too?” (Y/N) nodded.

“Of course!”

That was how (Y/N) had spent her day. She had cleaned the water of everyone who brought it to her and then she asked Li to take her to the nearby houses to see if anyone needed more help. Some of the people she saw were parents of young children or the elderly, people who couldn’t manage to carry their water to her. She cleaned their water as quickly as she could and then moved onto the next house.

By the time she finished her work, (Y/N) was exhausted. She hadn’t realized just how much energy waterbending would take out of her, but she was happy to have helped. Li walked with her back to the wall of the Inner Ring. He knew a spot to get her back in without needing to involve any guards.

“Thank you for today, Miss Water Tribe,” Li said as they walked. His hands were in the pockets of his tattered pants. (Y/N) shrugged.

“Thank you for letting me help,” She said. “It’s rude that those Earth Kingdom soldiers ruined your water and didn’t do anything about it.” Li bit the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but they’re kind of jerks to the people down here. They think they’re better than us because they live close to the Earth King.” He looked at her, his green eyes curious. “What are you doing in the Inner Ring?”

“I’m staying with a friend,” She said. She wanted to be honest with him, to tell him about Aang, but a part of her liked that someone didn’t know who she was. That they treated her like a human being and an equal.

“Oh,” Was all Li said. He stopped at the wall, pulling at the rusty metal grate. It gave way with barely a screech, giving (Y/N) access to go back inside. She crawled through, crouching so that she could see Li’s small frame.

“I want to give you something,” She reached inside of her pocket and pulled out the necklace. It glimmered in the moonlight and Li’s eyes widened at the sight of it. She placed it in his small hands. “That should take care of you for a little while. I wouldn’t sell the whole thing at once, someone might get suspicious. Take the stones out whenever you need to buy something.”

Li looked at the necklace and then back to her. He seemed stunned and a little suspicious that she had just pulled a probably very valuable necklace out of her pocket. (Y/N) smiled at him once more.

“I won’t be here for long,” She said. “Hopefully that helps you for a lot longer than I have.” With that, she left, walking back onto the pristine streets of the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. She was exhausted, but the thought of a warm meal, a hot bath, and sleep kept her going.

The boy she had met earlier that day was waiting for her where she had lost him. (Y/N) swallowed uncomfortably. He gave her a smirk as she approached. “I see you’re not wearing the necklace,” He said.

The boy smiled. “I suppose you owe me dinner then.” (Y/N) shrugged, crossing her arms over her body.

“You can walk me home. I’m sure my friends have made dinner already. And don’t try to kidnap me or anything because I’m a waterbender and I can slice you in half.” The boy laughed in surprise as they started walking.

“A waterbender, huh? I met a waterbender a long time ago. Maybe you know her!”

“There are two tribes of us, I honestly doubt it.” The boy hummed in acknowledgement.

“Okay, so which tribe are you from?” (Y/N) glanced at the moon that was rising in the horizon.

“The Northern Water Tribe.” The boy whistled.

“You’re a long way from home,” He said. “I heard rumors that the Fire Nation attacked them a few months ago. Were you there when that happened?” (Y/N) nodded, not trusting her voice enough to answer. That night hurt to talk about, still. “I’m sorry,” He said, his voice soft. “The Fire Nation attacked my village when I was little. They killed both my parents.”

(Y/N) glanced at him. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“I’m sorry for yours, too.” She looked at him, surprised. “I’ve seen grief enough in the mirror to know what it looks like.”

“The Fire Nation didn’t kill her directly, I suppose. They killed the Moon Spirit, which had saved my sister’s life when she was a baby. She gave her own life so the Moon Spirit could live on.”

“I’ve heard about you,” He said as they reached the steps of her house. “You’re the Runaway Princess.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him.

“I hardly ran away. My parents knew where I was going.”

“From what I’ve heard, there’s been some challengers to your father’s position as chief. Since he has no more heirs-” Before the boy could finish what he was saying, the front door flew open. Sokka rushed down the steps.

“(Y/N)! Where have you been all day? I looked around the entire Inner Ring but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I told everyone I was going out earlier today,” She muttered, holding herself back from snapping. Sokka looked to the boy at her side, his gaze immediately turning harsh.

“What are you doing with Jet?” Sokka’s voice was laced with venom, his tone harsher than (Y/N) had ever heard before.

“He walked me home,” was the only explanation (Y/N) offered before she stared at Jet, her lips set in a frown and her expression serious. “Tell me what’s going on in the North.”

“I’ve heard from a lot of refugees that a civil war is inevitable,” Jet said. “If the Fire Nation figures out that the North is weak, they’ll attack again.”

(Y/N) had never imagined that she would feel such a twist of pain in her heart at his words. The place she had grown up despising and wanting nothing more to escape was on the brink of disaster. Because of her.

“Sokka?” Katara asked, stepping out of the doorway of the house, with Toph and Aang trailing closely behind. Katara’s demeanor changed just as quickly as Sokka’s, but the only difference between the two siblings was that Katara was ready to fight. She took the water from the pouch at her hip to form a water whip.

“Woah!” (Y/N) exclaimed, walking up the steps to stop Katara. Aang grabbed onto her arm. Katara’s waterbending didn’t waver for a second.

“What do you want, Jet?” She demanded, her voice having the same edge of roughness that Sokka’s had. The two were more similar than (Y/N) had ever noticed.

“I was walking your friend home,” He said. “I didn’t know she lived with you guys, honestly. She didn’t tell me.” The group of four looked at (Y/N), Sokka and Katara’s expressions riddled with anger.

“I don’t even know who he is!” She gestured down at Jet. “We met earlier today, in the market.”

“Is that who you spent your whole day with?” Sokka snapped. (Y/N) whirled on him, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Not at all,” She said, her voice low and threatening. She didn’t know why his anger had been directed at her, but she wasn’t going to have it. “If you really must know, I spent my day in the Middle Ring, cleaning their water.”

“I saw her walking home by herself, I just wanted to make sure she got back safe.” Jet looked at Katara earnestly, but the girl scoffed at him.

“How very gentlemanly of you,” She sneered. “I don’t remember you being this kind when you tried to drown a village full of people.”

“What?” (Y/N) nearly shrieked. “What is going on here that you guys aren’t telling me?”

“It was before we met you,” Aang said. “Jet tried to drown a village of innocent people just to kill the members of the Fire Nation that were there.”

“Listen,” Jet said, lifting his hands up defensively. “I know I did some bad things in the past. But I’m a different guy now! I came to Ba Sing Se to start a new life. And now that I’ve found you guys, I have to tell you. I overhead some guys talking about moving an air bison. I’m assuming it’s yours?”

“You know where Appa is?” Aang’s voice was so full of hope, of promise. Jet nodded.

“I followed them around and they led me to a barn. I saw Appa inside.”

“We have to go!” Aang leapt into the air, landing beside Jet.

“What if it’s a trap?” Katara asked, narrowing her eyes at the tall, lanky boy.

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take to get Appa back.” Aang stared at his friends. “I’m going, and you can either come with me or stay behind.” And although (Y/N) was exhausted, could feel it weighing down her limbs, she walked down the steps to stand beside Aang. He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze in thanks. (Y/N) squeezed back.

Toph walked down to stand beside them and soon a disgruntled Sokka and Katara were following along as Jet led them back into the Middle Ring. (Y/N) slowed her steps so that she could fall in stride with Katara. Her face was turned down into a frown.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked. Katara sighed.

“On our way to the North, we ran into Jet and his group. We thought they were a steal from the rich, give to the poor type of people, until Jet was going to use blasting jelly to destroy the dam and flood a town entirely full of people. If Sokka hadn’t warned everyone, they would’ve all died.”

“Sokka saved them?” (Y/N’s) eyes went to the boy who walked in front of her, exchanging casual conversation with Toph. His ponytail bounced with each step.

Katara nodded. “I thought that Jet was a great guy when I first met him. But now, I just don’t trust him.”

“He told me something, about my tribe.” (Y/N) inhaled a deep breath. “He said that he heard my father is being challenged for his position as chief since he doesn’t have anymore heirs. He said that there might be a civil war in the North soon, and if the Fire Nation finds out about it, they’ll attack again.”

Katara placed her hand on (Y/N’s) shoulder, squeezing it tightly to provide some sort of comfort. (Y/N) wasn’t one for physical affection. “As soon as we get the Earth King on our side, we can fly back to the North Pole to make sure everything is okay. It’s all rumors; it might not even be true!” (Y/N) nodded and thanked Katara for her advice, but she had a feeling deep in her stomach that what Jet had told her was, in fact, true.

---

This had been one of the longest days of (Y/N’s) life. They hadn’t found Appa, but had been told that he had been shipped off to Whaletail Island. Just as they were devising their plan to fly there, their group ran into two of Jet’s friends, who claimed that they hadn’t seen him in days. Jet denied this, but the inconsistencies in his story were suspicious enough that they locked themselves in the house Jet was squatting in until they could figure out what was happening.

As much as (Y/N) wanted to participate in what was happening, she sat in a chair at the edge of the room, her eyes heavy and her stomach rumbling uncontrollably. She hadn’t eaten since she left that morning and after an entire day of waterbending, she felt ravenous. She leaned against the table, her chin in her palm, thinking of all the foods she would eat if they ever went back home.

Sokka wandered over to her, taking a seat at the chair next to her. The rest of their group intensely discussed their options of what to do with Jet. “Checked out for the night?” (Y/N) tried to nod but her head felt so heavy that she wasn’t sure if it moved or not.

“I didn’t eat lunch or dinner and I was waterbending all day today.” Sokka looked over his shoulder at the others and then stood, looping (Y/N’s) arm through his. “What are you doing?” She asked, her nose scrunching in distaste but she made no move to stop him.

“I’m going to take you home and we’re gonna get some food in you and put you to bed. We can’t fight bad guys if you’re falling asleep.” He told the rest of the group their plans and then led (Y/N) out into the night.

She wasn’t meaning to be leaning on Sokka so much, but she was too tired and too focused on how good he smelled and how nice it was to be this close to him. They walked in silence for the first few minutes before Sokka spoke. “I heard what Jet told you.” The sinking feeling returned to (Y/N’s) stomach. She had forgotten about what was going on back in her tribe for a few hours while she focused on not falling asleep, and she felt ashamed because of it.

“It’s all my fault,” (Y/N) said with a sigh, but there was no emotion to her voice. It was like she had accepted her statement as such a plain truth.

“It’s not,” Sokka insisted. “You couldn’t have known that this would happen. And you said your parents were supportive of your decision.” (Y/N) had hummed. She had said that, yes, and in a way she was right. Her father had given her a sack of so many coins that she was still far from having spent it all. She figured that had been his way of expressing that he approved of her leaving the tribe.

“I know that I wanted to leave, but I still feel guilty. I feel like I owe it to them to be there.”

“You deserve to be happy. You don’t owe anyone anything.”

“I feel like I owe it to her, sometimes.” She looked up at the moon but Sokka remained silent at her side. “She was good, to everyone. She wasn’t moody and uncontrollable and the servants didn’t say bad things about her behind her back. Do you know what it’s like to live constantly comparing yourself to someone else?” Although it was a rhetorical question, Sokka answered.

“Of course I do. I compare myself to people everyday. My dad, Katara, Aang, you.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Yeah, you’re moody and uncontrollable and kind of scary sometimes, but you’re passionate. You put all of yourself into the people around them and inspire them constantly with your strength.” He cleared his throat, looking away from her. “At least, that’s how I see it.”

A smile taunted the edge of (Y/N’s) lips. “I don’t think you should compare yourself to me. You’re much braver and kindhearted than I’ll ever be.”

“You’re both of those things, you just don’t let people see it all the time. I like to think that I was starting to, but...” He shrugged, giving her a bright smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I know I haven’t been very nice to you,” She said quietly. “And I’m sorry. Sometimes it feels like it’s smarter to keep you at a distance.”

“Why?” They stopped. They had reached the steps of their house. Lanterns were lit by the door and moths fluttered in their light.

(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but realized that the explanation that could possibly come out of it was a declaration of affection. She smiled up at Sokka. “I’m sorry for not being a good friend. I’ll do better, I promise.” She ran up the steps of the house, trying to put some distance between them. “Are you hungry? I might make some soup before bed.” She rushed inside, her heart pounding against her chest.

---

Tag List! If you’d like to be added pls send me an ask :)

@aangsupremacy , @treestarrrrrrrr , @beifongsss , @mdgrdians , @aroyaldarknessblr , @musicalkeys , @aimee1602 , @plxstic-rose , @davnwillcome @squeamishdionysus , @clowninfortodoroki @thia-aep , @jinxed-tea @sara5208 @valiantprincessthea @alrightazula , @awesomelupe , @itsivyberry , @thebluelcdy , @samsmultifandomblogs , @loganrwebb , @minifruity , @cuddlykoala101 , @dionnaea , @alive-ahahah-fuck , @pipsqeak1326 , @krxliesdexd , @wastelandbbyg , @milk-n-cheese , @the-firebender-girl , @zukosvice , @justab-eautifulmess , @awkwardnesshabitat , @tomshollandz , @mmmidek-blog , @lavendercrystals , @dailytrashypanda , @bigbuckyenergy , @honey-ruel , @jackbamexpress , @astralsaf , @thebluelcdy , @solarsuki , @sometimeseverythingsucks , @nataliahaslosthershit , @teenbiology , @eridanuswave , @izzieserra , @astroninaaa , @jaylarkson , @realimbo , @chilifrylizard2 , @barnesdameron , @spacelesbianfanclub , @loser-keiji , @atlafanforlife , @mycollectionofnuts , @sokka-simp-420 , @thefandomimagines , @11mb0 , @wingeddemondclub , @waves-and-sunflowers , @none-of-ur-frackin-business , @alive-ahah-fuk , @hola-ninos , @maruchan77 , @killjoyybsinner , @jasminecalia ,

#atla #lok #sokka x reader #sokka #zuko x reader #zuko #aang x reader #aang #katara #toph #azula #iroh #suki #avatar #the last airbender #momo #appa #writing #fanfiction

192 notes · View notes

higuchimon · 3 years

Text

[fanfic] To Save A Brother

He has the other half. Darkness's fingers brushed across the medallion that hung around his neck. He wanted to duel this person. He could sense other things as well - this carrier of a Spirit Gate Key was a powerful Firestarter as well as - he frowned, taking one more step forward. Perhaps being closer would tell him if he read this correctly.

Oh. He was. It wasn't something he'd expected, not here and not now. Darkness did not like this. The bearer of the Gentle Darkness, here and now? That would make for an excellent duel without a doubt, but it would stand a risk of awakening the power itself should it still sleep. He didn't want to take the chance on facing his old adversary without being properly prepared.

A movement in the shadows caught his attention. Someone walked towards the dorm building - Osiris Red, he knew from the memories of his current host - though it didn't seem that this person belonged there. They wore a blue uniform, and though he was too far away to see the tab on their collar, another part of him whispered strongly that they too were a Firestarter. Perhaps not quite as strong as the one who wore the other half of the medallion, but still quite strong.

His host twitched harder inside of him. Darkness took a better look at this new person as they came closer to the dorm. He had access to all of memories of his host and it took a few moments to click.

Well. It seemed that this was the sister of his host. How interesting. He'd been aware that his host had a sister, who was a Firestarter, but he'd never thought that he would encounter said sister on this mission. He considered for a few moments, then made up his mind.

Power stretched outward, encircling both the girl and those in the building who he could sense as being awake. There were only four of those, and one of them was the other Key Carrier who wore the half-medallion. Once he disposed o the girl, Darkness, decided, he would duel that one as well. If they knew one another, then seeing her defeated would dishearten him and give him a better chance to win without awakening the other Darkness.

Not to mention, he just couldn't resist the urge to cause despair and heartache no matter what. The thought of doing so to his host and his host's sister at the same time was far too tempting to resist.

Asuka had been on her way to talk to Juudai, worried that he would be the first one targeted by the Seven Stars. After all, he was an Osiris Red, and while he'd proven his talents more than once over the last handful of months, these strange evil duelists might not be aware of that. She fidgeted with the Key that hung around her neck, wondering again what it would be like to duel in one of these Duels of Darkness. She'd heard they weren't the sort of duel that Duel Academia had all the time, but she wasn't certain of what they would be like.

The circle of dark energy engulfed her without warning. She'd barely even reached Juudai's door when it swept over her and into the room beyond. When she could see again, she stood on a silvery disk, and she wasn't where she'd been before. It took a moment to grasp where that was - at the volcano. Right over the lava, in fact.

"Asuka!" She jerked her head around to see Juudai, Shou-kun, Hayato-kun, and Theodis-san a distance away, also on a disk like hers, but theirs was more enclosed. The Healer Cat sniffed around, tail lashing, clearly uncomfortable without solid ground underneath her.

She started to take a step towards them. But before she could, lava leapt up all around, arching in graceful smooth arcs over the shining disk beneath her feet. The lava shaped itself into something that resembled dragons, roaring fiercely before they splashed into one another and out of the lava there stepped a new figure. He stood taller than Asuka, with brown hair tinged by the light of the lava.

Most of his face was hidden behind a black mask that resembled a dragon's features. Around his neck there hung a medallion similar to the one Juudai had taken to wearing after their experience in that other world.

"You're one of the Seven Stars," Asuka declared, staring at this stranger. He smiled - it wasn't a smile that fit on his features. What little Asuka could see told her that he should smile freely and happily. This near-smirk wasn't his at all.

"I am Darkness," he introduced himself with a tiny nod of his head. "And you are one of the Keepers of the Keys. I challenge you to a duel." Before she could answer, he raised one hand, and a card flickered into existence there. "The loser will have their soul sealed into this card."

Asuka tensed herself at once. She'd not thought that she would be one of the first challenged. But she'd been entrusted with this key and she refused to let it go without a fight.

"If that's what you want, then I'll fight you!" Asuka declared. She glanced once again to where her friends stood surrounded by lava. "But when I win, I want my friends released!"

Darkness chuckled, a very low, dark, smooth sound. It didn't fit him any more than the smirk did. "Of course. But the question is, can you win fast enough?"

No sooner had he asked that then Shou yelped, and Asuka looked in time to see him pulling his hand away from the lava. It didn't look as if he'd been more than mildly scorched but she could tell Juudai was the only one who might be enjoying the heat. She squared up her shoulders - time to fight.

"I will take the first turn," Darkness declared, shuffling his deck. Asuka got ready. This wouldn't be an easy duel at all. "I summon Spear Dragon, in attack mode, and set one card face-down." Spear Dragon appeared, mostly brilliant blue wings and a long sharp beak, pointed towards her. "Turn end. Do make this interesting, Tenjoin Asuka."

How does he know my name? She hadn't mentioned it. Perhaps they all somehow knew the Key-Keepers? She didn't have time to worry about it now. Instead, she drew her first hand and checked it out. She could work with this.

"I summon Cyber Gymnatics!" Before her there appeared one of her favorite monsters, clad in a tight-fitting black outfit, well-muscled, and long blonde hair. She didn't have the highest attack but what she had to make up for it was her effect. "I activate her affect by discarding one card from my hand. I can destroy one face-up attack position monster my opponent controls - in this case, Spear Dragon!"

Cyber Gymnatics leaped upward and spun towards the far side of the field, slamming one foot hard against Spear Dragon's neck. The dragon let loose a cry of pain before vanishing in a spray of light. Asuka wasn't done yet, though.

"Now that you don't have any defenses, Cyber Gymnatics attacks you directly!" Once again her monster leaped forward, and this time slashed her hand directly into Darkness, who barely flinched back. He chuckled as the attack ended and Cyber Gymnatics returned to Asuka's side of the field.

"Is that all you're going to do?" He asked. Asuka didn't like the way that he smiled.

"I set one card face down and end my turn," she said. Whatever he tried on his turn, she'd be able to handle it. This wasn't as terrifying as she'd feared it might be.

But Darkness quickly disabused her of that. "I activate Call of the Living Dead, summoning Spear Dragon back from my graveyard!" Once again Spear Dragon appeared before him. Asuka tensed even more; he could have done that earlier and prevented all damage to himself if he had. What did he have in mind?

"Next, I summon Mirage Dragon!" The second dragon appeared there now, this one a half-see through creature of gold scales and silver hair. "While Mirage Dragon is on the field, you cannot activate trap cards during the battle phase."

Asuka's eyes widened and she took a step back. Her eyes fell to her face-down card - Double Passe. If she couldn't activate that, then she would have to revise her strategy and fast.

Darkness laughed. It scraped against her soul, like a sound that she knew should be pleasant and yet it had been warped beyond all understanding. "Are you afraid? Do you understand that you're going to lose now?"

"Don't listen to him!" Theodis snapped, voice rising above the sound of the lava. "You haven't lost yet!"

"She's right!" Juudai agreed wholeheartedly. "You can take this guy, Asuka! We all believe in you!"

Shou nodded, casting repeated nervous glances to the lava. Juudai had slipped himself in the front of the little group, one hand resting on Theodis' head, staring at the duel displayed before them, as if he weren't surrounded by boiling lava. Asuka wondered for a heartbeat if he could hear the voices of the lava. Any Firestarter could hear the voice of fire, but lava was another thing altogether. She knew she wasn't that strong, but Juudai wasn't a normal Firestarter at all.

She shook her head to clear it, focusing back on what was happening before her. Darkness wasn't finished at all.

"Battle!" Darkness declared, pointing towards her. "Spear Dragon, take out Cyber Gymnatics! Spear Crash!"

At once the blue dragon surged forward with a mighty flap of its wings and stabbed that long sharp beak right into Cyber Gymnatics' heart. Asuka screamed as pain racked her, flowering outward from her own heart. She didn't fall but only by sheer stubbornness. Slowly she shook her head again, trying to think instead of just suffering.

"Wh-what was that?" She murmured. Darkness chuckled.

"This is a Duel of Darkness. The pain of your monsters - that's your pain too. You'll feel every bit of damage done in this duel. And so will I, of course." Darkness waved one hand casually. "But I think you'll not enjoy it the way that I do."

Had he felt this when she'd attacked him directly? He hadn't acted like he did. Was he lying about that? Asuka couldn't even begin to guess right now and had no time to think it over. Not when Darkness hadn't finished his Battle Phase.

"Mirage Dragon! Attack her directly! Mirage Crush!" Forward it surged, claws raking her from head to toe. Asuka screamed, falling back again, dropping down to one knee as her life points dropped to thirteen hundred. She almost expected to see blood when she looked down at herself, and only when that didn't happen did she remember that to some extent, these were still holograms. They weren't solid - yet she'd felt the weight of the claw sinking into her flesh and ripping through her.

"If you want to surrender," Darkness told her, "then I will take your Key and seal your soul into this card. The pain will end. You'll know nothing, ever again."

Asuka's eyes narrowed. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet, swaying ever so lightly as she did. She'd never heard the voice of the lava, but the fire it sparked called to her. The volcano had always been friendly to the Firestarters of Duel Academia and now wasn't any different. She could also hear the voices of her friends, Juudai and Theodis, Shou and Hayato, demanding to know if she was all right, encouraging her to keep on going.

For his sake, she told herself. I can't find my brother if I don't keep on going. If I lose this fight, I'll never see him again. She'd waited too long, searched too long. She wasn't going to let that happen.

She glanced towards Darkness, and thought she caught a glimpse of brown eyes behind the mask. The light of the lava made her uncertain of what she saw, but - was it? Fubuki wasn't the only person with brown hair and brown eyes in the world. But he did play a dragon deck. It had been a long time since she'd seen her brother duel, so she couldn't be certain. But - she pressed her lips together.

"Is that all you've got?"

Darkness laughed, and the heat around him rose, to the point even she noticed it. That was wrong by itself; Fubuki was a Healer, not a Firestarter. This heat felt wrong. Not like a Shadow Flame; but something else altogether. Asuka had no names for it, but she knew wrong when it presented itself to her. "Turn end. Do your best." Darkness taunted her. Asuka fully intended to.

She drew her card for the turn and relaxed a fraction. She had cards enough to deal with the situation but this would make it that much easier.

"All right, Darkness, you'll see just what my best is! I activate Cyclone, targeting your Call of the Living Dead! When that goes to the graveyard, it takes Spear Dragon with it!" And that removed the strongest monster from Darkness's side of the field. All she needed now was a way to get rid of Mirage Dragon - and she had that already in her hand.

"Now, I summon Cyber TuTu!" Before her there appeared the low-level ballerina, who spun into place delicately and fiercely, regarding the dragon before her without a scrap of fear.

Darkness chuckled as he regarded her. "She's not very powerful, is she? I don't think my dragon has anything to fear from her."

"No, your dragon doesn't," Asuka agreed, allowing herself a grin. "But you might. I'm not attacking with Cyber TuTu. She's not here on the stage for long. I brought her out in order to call someone else!" She flicked out another card. "By the effect of Prima Light, I sacrifice Cyber Tutu! Cyber Prima, dance on in!"

A tight silver bodysuit covered her new monster, along with golden hoops that hovered at her hips, and smaller ones in the form of bracelets at her shoulders and wrists. A fall of silver-white hair gleamed bright in the lava-light, and she stood fiercely in front of Asuka, ready for battle.

"Cyber Prima! Take out Mirage Dragon!" This wouldn't cause nearly as much damage as she would have liked, but even seven hundred was better than nothing. She couldn't guess yet what his ace card might be but the sooner she finished this duel the better. If she kept feeling the same damage that her monsters did, then she wasn't sure of how much more she could take.

Mirage Dragon vanished in a puff of sparkles as Cyber Prima slammed into him, Darkness's life points dropping down to twenty-five hundred. Still a long way to go, but Asuka believed she could do it.

Darkness brushed it off easily though as she set her last card face down and ended her turn. "You're not that bad. I might almost regret finishing you off - but probably not." He regarded her thoughtfully before he drew his own next card and then pointed towards her. "Do you hear the cries of those dragons that you've destroyed? They shriek from the graveyard, demanding vengeance for their passing!"

"You're getting into this a little much," Asuka muttered. She'd never been fond of those who were too over-dramatic in duels. Spirits or no spirits - and she hadn't made up her mind on that - it was still a game. Though a very deadly one right now.

But Darkness continued as if she'd not said a thing. "You will suffer for what you've done! The souls of the dragons demand it! Now it begins! I summon Black Dragon's Chick!"

In front of him there now appeared a large red egg, From the egg there burst a small dragon, not quite small enough to hold in one's hands. It glared at her and Cyber Prima, hissing in anger as it did. Darkness wasted no further time.

"I send Black Dragon's Chick to the graveyard and summon Red Eyes Black Dragon from my hand!"

The chick explode into light and that light coalesced into a gigantic dragon, sleek and black of scale, with sharp red eyes that peered as her as if she were the source of all it hated in the cosmos. Asuka's attention shifted from the dragon to Darkness's mask and back again.

It's the same. He's wearing the Red Eyes Black Dragon Mask. Something else clicked. She couldn't see his face properly still, not with the mask there, and the shadows cast by the lava made it even more difficult to be sure. But the more she listened to his voice and the more she stared at him, the more certain Asuka became. She wasn't sure at all of how or why, but - but she'd done it.

She'd found her brother. Now she just needed to find a way to find him inside of whatever it was that used his body. She didn't know how this Darkness entity did it, but he wore her brother like a suit, and that wasn't going to happen any longer if she had anything to say about it.

"Your dragon only has a hundred more points than Cyber Prima," she pointed out. "That's hardly anything at all."

"Oh, you're quite right on that." All around Darkness, shadows cast by the lava stirred and twisted and rose upward, dancing in a frenzy that sent chills down Asuka's spine. "Therefore, I send Red-Eyes Black Dragon to the graveyard to summon Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon!"

The shadows converged on the great black dragon, wrapping all around it and blocking it from sight. When they pulled away, the dragon looked larger, but slimmer, with a sense of intelligence that Asuka didn't find reassuring in the slightest.

"Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon draws power from every dragon that's been sent to the graveyard," Darkness declared. "With Spear Dragon, Mirage Dragon, Black Dragon's Chick, and Red-Eyes Black Dragon, that makes his attack 3,600!" He regarded her carefully. This strike would finish her, taking her last thirteen hundred life points in one fell swoop. "Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon, attack! Bring me the victory with Darkness Giga Flame!"

"Not so fast!" Asuka declared, gasping the words out as quickly as she could. "I activate my traps! Spirit Barrier prevents me from taking damage at all, and Doble Passe allows me to make this attack on my monster a direct attack on me - and then I can directly attack you with Cyber Prima! Go! Closing Reverence!"

Even as Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon blasted a stream of intense black fire at her, Cyber Prima leaped over the flames, dodging them gracefully, and landed in front of Darkness, striking at him with all of her might. Darkness fell back a step himself, his life points dropping to a mere two hundred, and he snarled, eyes flashing like red coals.

"You won't do that again next turn," he promised. Asuka knew he was right. Doble Passe would go to the graveyard at the end of this turn. Spirit Barrier would remain, being a Continuous Trap, but it required her to have a monster on the field. If he could destroy Cyber Prima, then she would have no defense whatsoever.

If this were her brother - if he used Fubuki's deck - then she knew that in that deck rested cards that could either destroy Cyber Prima, destroy Spirit Barrier, or inflict effect damage, which Spirit Barrier wouldn't negate.

He wasn't done with her now. Two more cards remained in his hand. He tugged out one of them. "I activate Fire Dragon's Blazing Bullet, and choose the effect of dealing eight hundred points of damage to my opponent!"

Asuka had time to think of how petty this was before fire engulfed her. Firestarters weren't burned by fire, no matter how weak they were, and she'd always been one of the strongest. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to burn, and not in that glorious way that Firestarters did. She screamed, falling face forward, trembling from head to foot.

Firestarter. Firestarter. Another voice whispered to her. She flinched at first, but then others joined in.

"Asuka! Asuka! Stand up! You can do this!"

"Yeah! You've got this! He's only got two hundred left!"

"Idiots." That voice cut over the other ones. "She's lost already. All she has to do is stop breathing. Then I will duel you, Yuuki Juudai."

Slowly Asuka's head cleared. She dragged in a breath. The fires called. She glanced over to where her friends were and saw that whatever it was that protected them from the lava had drawn backwards. They'd not fallen in yet but it wasn't that far away. So she needed to finish this. She needed - she didn't know what she needed. All that she could think of right now was to win, to overcome that dragon and destroy those last two hundred life points. But Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon had thirty-six hundred - even with Cyber Blader, she had nothing that could top that.

Wait - wait. One card. One hope.

"So you don't want to peacefully lay down and die?" Darkness taunted her as she swayed to her feet, small flames of her own beginning to dance around her. "I'm going to extinguish those fires of yours!"

"My fire will cut through your shadows to what lies beneath, Darkness!" Asuka shot back. "All I need is one card to finish you off!"

"Try your best!"

Asuka drew her card. "I activate Pot of Greed, and draw two more cards!" She knew how slim her odds were, but if she were going to go down, then she'd go down fighting every step of the way. She smiled at the sight of her two new cards - exactly what she needed.

Juudai always thanked his deck when he got a good draw. Asuka wondered if she should start doing the same thing.

"I summon Cyber Petit Angel! When this card is successfully summoned, I can add Machine Angel Ritual from my deck to my hand!"

She'd only recently added Ritual monsters to her deck. Perhaps this was why she'd wanted to do so. Regardless, it was time. Cyber Petit Angel wiggled little metallic wings and the card she needed appeared in her hand from the deck. She moved on; better to get this done before Darkness could counter her.

"I activate Machine Angel Ritual! By tributing Cyber Prima and Cyber Petit Angel, I Ritual Summon Cyber Angel Dakini!"

A tall armored woman spun into existence before her, blue-skinned and red-haired, with armor of gold. The top two of her four arms held swords while the bottom two held a long staff. "When Cyber Angel Dakini is summoned, then you select and destroy one of your monsters." Asuka smiled a thin-lipped smile. "And you only have one monster."

Darkness jerked in surprise as Dakini struck his mighty Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon with her staff, and it exploded into a pile of scales and dust that faded away a breath later. She could see his eyes widen as he understood what was about to happen. Asuka didn't give him time to fear it.

"Cyber Angel Dakini! Direct attack!"

At once Dakini leaped forward again, this time swiping both of her swords across him. His life points drained away entirely, and he fell, screaming, the card that he'd declared would hold her soul on her defeat now glowing ever so softly. Asuka wasn't sure how she stayed on her feet, but she tottered towards him, even as light flared up around them. When that light cleared, they weren't over the volcano anymore, but on the side of it. Her flamelets faded away and she collapsed next to the black-clad body.

"Asuka! Asuka!" Ryou hurried closer, Misawa and Professor Chronos with him. Juudai, Shou, Hayato, and Thordis hurried as well, coming to check on her. She didn't care; she was fine. But she pulled the body into her arms, noticing vaguely that he still breathed. She slipped the mask off of his face, hardly able to think or breathe right now, especially as she saw that it was Fubuki, it was her brother, he lay there unconscious, but alive. Tears coursed down her cheeks and she didn't care. She'd held those back far too long over the last two years.

Slowly she looked up at Ryou, the only other person who might understand how she felt right now. "It's him," she whispered. "It's Fubuki. That other soul - Darkness - it's gone now." She could see the card discarded to one side. There was Darkness, staring back at them through the chains. Maybe 'gone' wasn't the right word, but it would do.

Asuka closed her eyes and let herself slump forward, her mind going dark and restful. This time when she woke up, Fubuki would be there, and she could get answers on what happened, how he'd vanished and why he'd vanished, where he'd been all this time, and why he worked for these people wanting powerful and evil cards.

She'd done it. She'd saved her brother.

The End

Notes: Okay, let's face it. Asuka was robbed when it came to her search for Fubuki. All it really did for her in canon was get her kidnapped by Titan (an event I can assure you didn't happen in this AU), and then after that she just kinda floats around uselessly in the plot. She wasn't even allowed to be the one to set Fubuki free. No, that had to take second place to Juudai and his eternal need for fun duels! Not this time, though. Also, I mainly set this in my Healer/Firestarter AU for the grins and giggles. This might not be the best duel but I think it works.

Lastly, I sorted out this duel and wrote it all today. The idea has floated in my head for ages and it just slammed in that this would be perfect for today's prompt, even though I had my other fic ready anyway. Meh, ideas.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #gxmonth2021 #ygo gx #tenjoin asuka #tenjoin fubuki #au: healer firestarter

7 notes · View notes

munsons-maiden · 2 years

Text

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐀/𝐍 | This fanfic is a re-write of Episode 9, and - as a Reylo shipper as well as Kylo Ren girl - it was my way of coping after watching the movie back in 2019. It’s one of the first stories I’ve ever written, and it’s not completed yet (but close to; there are only one or two chapters left) but I’m definitely open to finish it so every kind of feedback would be appreciated. I am no longer writing new stories for Reylo or Star Wars - bear in mind that all the Reylo fanfics you can read on this blog are old ones!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Rey x Kylo Ren

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 1

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Luke Skywalker is dead - and so is hope in the galaxy, it seems. Despite everything that happened between Rey and Kylo Ren in Snoke’s throne room, and everything that didn’t happen, the strange bond connecting Rey with Leia’s lost son lives on, haunting and taunting her in her weakest moments. How could Rey ever shut her enemy out of her heart if she doesn’t even know how to shut him out of her mind? Does she even want to shut him out - or is the Force Bond to Ben Solo the key to protect the galaxy from the new threat that has risen after Snoke’s violent demise?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers, slow-burn, eventual smut

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | angst

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 🖤

It was a rainy night. Not the soft summer rain that gently tapped against the windowpanes, but the kind of torrential rain that often came hand in hand with hail and thunder.

Palpatine had chosen the right kind of night to do this, he thought to himself. It didn’t take long. He knew where the quarters of his master were located; he knew that his master’s droid would be turned off for the night.

Plagueis had become a little careless over the last decades – if you had found a way to manipulate the Force to give you eternal life, that kind of thing was bound to happen.

Well, Darth Plagueis the Wise had found a way to avoid natural death. When death finally arrived, it was brought to him by the sharp polished blade of a dagger, the blow carried out by his apprentice Darth Sidious. It was fast. He didn’t need to check for a pulse, there was no doubt Plagueis was dead. Palpatine cleaned the blade on the robes of the dead until it gleamed again in the dim light seeping in from the hall outside. He vanished out of the quarters. After biding his time for so long, the moment was now ripe to take matters into his own hands and get rid of the Jedi once and for all.

What Palpatine – drunk on the victory of killing his master – never noticed, was the little blue light blinking in the corner. 11-4D had not been in standby mode at all, but he had never been a droid programmed to fight and save his master, should someone try and murder him. No, BD11-4 was programmed to restore his master after he’d been murdered. Darth Plagueis had been called the Wise, and he’d made certain to take some wise precautions.

It had been 40 standard years. Nobody had wasted a second glance on the droid waiting in the corner of the room. The blue light had blinked on, but with the years the shining silver of the droid’s body had become a dull grey, dust settling on its head and shoulders.

40 years. His master’s pupil had accomplished what had begun the night of the murderer, had succeeded to build his own empire, destroyed the order of the Jedi and had reigned as a tyrant. But now, history had repeated itself. Darth Sidious had been killed by his own pupil. The second Palpatine’s body had fallen into the abyss, 11-4D’s 40-year-old slumber ended.

With an agitated beep, the humanoid form of the droid drew out of the shadows of his corner. The blue light on his chest never stopped blinking – it seemed rather cheerful – and made his way to his master’s rotten body lying on the bed, the bones had turned yellow over the years and a sheet of dust had covered them like a blanket.

The route to Korriban had been the first thing Plagueis had programmed to his droid. When the 11-4D made his master’s ship jump out of hyperspace directly in front of the planet, he let his visual sensors wander to the co-pilot’s seat where he’d settled his master’s bones, the skull dangling loosely from the neck.

11-4D would have to be careful not to lose his master’s head while carrying him, once he’d landed.

No living soul had set foot on Korriban for several hundred years: the red desert planet had been a place that belonged solely to the dead ever since the early wars had destroyed it.

Pushing through the atmosphere and navigating towards the Valley of Dark Lords, 11-4D computed a list with neat and orderly steps at what he would have to do once he reached the valley.

Had he been human, he would have felt the cold, sharp terror every living being of flesh and blood feels entering this valley, the final resting-place of generations of Sith Lords. Some of them had left their own legacy of terror, others had vanished in the abyss of history just as their bodies had withered away into the blood-red sands covering Korriban.

11-4D landed the ship – his processor told him the probability he’d need it anytime soon was very slim – took the corpse of Plagueis and set out into the valley.

It was a cemetery, but Darth Plagueis had not chosen this place as his final resting-place. He chose it as the place of his own resurrection.

***

[Aboard the Finalizer]

„Supreme Leader, you need to authorise a few other orders. “

Kylo rolled his eyes. It had been three months since the battle of Crait, three months since he had become Supreme Leader of the First Order. Hux had been constantly annoying him with bureaucracy and politics since then.

Without a glance at the general, he used the force to pull the paperwork towards him, knowing that Hux had been squeamish whenever he used the Force. Maybe because he had once used it to choke him. Something he would gladly do again given the right excuse.

Kylo’s smug smile vanished with a glance at what exactly needed to be authorised. It was a bounty of 2 Million credits on Rey’s head. What did he expect? He had told Hux that it had been her. He knew that the First Order wouldn’t let the murderer of their former leader just get away with it.

“Authorised. Send out bounty hunters today”, he said, turning his back on Hux to leave the conference room, feeling the glare of the other man on his back.

***

“We need to get rid of him.” Hux turned and found himself face to face with general Bright, an old friend of his late father’s. He had hardly ever spoken with him, but Bright’s cold steel blue eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

“Pardon, General?”

“Come on, Hux. I know you’re thinking the same thing.” Hux didn’t miss the insult of not being called by his title.

“That man is going to destroy the First Order with his bad temper and worse decisions”, Hux grumbled as General Bright entered the conference Room Kylo had left only minutes before.

Bright flashed him a conspiratorial smile. “Then we better get rid of him, sooner or later.”

Bright was one of those men that could smile in your face while shooting you with a blaster. Of course, Hux saw himself as one of those men, too, so he knew who not to trust. But it had been Bright to suggest… what exactly? Murder of the Supreme Leader? Did Bright expect an answer, or had it just been a joke? It was possible that Bright just wanted to trick him into saying something treacherous, just to get rid of him. The First Order had always been like a game of Sabacc. Hux was sure that he himself had mastered it.

“Seems like something very disloyal to say, General Bright.”

“Would you rather sit and wait until it’s too late?”

Hux raised an eyebrow. “What exactly do you suggest?”

Bright just shrugged. “We’re not the only ones in these ranks to find Ren… inadequate as a leader. In due course, someone will act on that. That someone will likely be the new Supreme Leader. You don’t conceal your own resentment very well, General Hux.”

At that, Hux couldn’t restrain himself any longer. “And you’re suggesting what? Murder? Treason?”

“We don’t have to go this far. A little investigative action should do. Or are you naïve enough to believe Ren that this scavenger girl killed our Supreme leader, defeated Snoke’s guards and knocked out Ren, all by herself?”

“There has to be surveillance”, Hux admitted, “There always is. But the Supremacy was destroyed in the Holdo-Manoeuvre. But even if we were able to prove his treachery, there’s still a chance that the other Generals will remain under his command out of fear instead of turning against him.”

***

Kylo was back in his private quarters, sitting on the ground with his forehead against the cool glass of the windowpane, watching the glittering light of distant stars and the Stardestroyers floating in space, waiting for new orders. His orders. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out through the Force, but the other side of the bond remained as silent as it had since that day three months ago, when she had slammed to door of the Falcon practically in his face. Maybe she had succeeded by now in shutting the Bond for good. It may be for best, but the thought didn’t relieve him. Nothing did, these days.

He was sure that Hux and maybe a few of the other Generals were just waiting for him to make a mistake and get rid of him, but what troubled him most were the never-ending nightmares. He felt like he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep for such a long time. At first, the image of his father’s last sad and forgiving glance as his body dropped into the abyss on Starkiller Base had replayed in his mind, over and over and over. He’d done it to be free of his past, but he never was and probably would never be. Then the Bond had somehow…started? Appeared? Had awakened? He had no idea. So now it was Rey who was occupying his nightmares, leaving him behind, reaching for his family’s lightsaber to kill him. He knew she had wanted to kill him in the forest on Starkiller. He had offered her the galaxy, the throne, a life by his side, everything; but she had refused, she didn’t want him. It was never him she had come for, it had always been the resistance, her precious friends. He clenched his fists. Never him.

“You really have no clue about women, do you, kiddo?”

Kylo spun around to face the room, his heart hammering in his chest. The quarters were empty. With a jolt, he sprung to his feet, igniting the lightsaber in the motion. Red light filled the black-and-white chambers, flickering on the walls red like a campfire, the crackling sound echoing in the silence. Shaking like a leaf – more of tension than real fear- he slowly made his way toward the middle of the room, listening, the saber still ignited an emanating a searing heat. But it seemed the voice was gone. He’d recognised it instantly; but its owner had died and either way Force Ghosts could be seen and heard, they weren’t just bodiless voices in one’s head. Or so he had thought. No, the only possible explanation was the ongoing sleep deprivation and stress he suffered. He should take the hint and have a nap.

A knock sounded muffled through the steel doors of his quarters and he jerked towards it, lightsaber still ready and a haunted expression crossed his features. But as the door opened with a quiet swoosh, he found himself in front of a trembling lieutenant Mitaka, clutching a comm-pad in his hands and looking as if he was about to burst out crying.

Kylo switched off the Lightsaber. Mitaka still stood in the door, shaking and staring.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”, Kylo sighed, trying to restrain his annoyance and exhaustion. He failed utterly at it.

“Supreme Leader, some of our supporters sighted the Resistance. Well, not exactly the Resistance but maybe one of their- “

“Now, Lieutenant.”

Mitaka gulped. “The Millennium Falcon has been sighted. In the Commenor-System.”

Kylo’s heart leaped. The Falcon. He had come to hate this ship with a passion.

“Prepare my ship, alert Hux and Bright. I want the whole fleet ready to launch. Now.”

Mitaka scrambled away and Kylo turned again to the depth of space outside his window, wondering if Rey was aboard the Falcon. What if she was? He had wanted her by his side, not as his prisoner but of her own free will. For the time being, he just needed to get out and do something.

***

[In the caves of Commenor]

Rose’s injuries had healed for the most part – the physical ones. Broken bones and internal bleeding could be mended easier than a broken heart. In the time right after Paige’s death, there had been no time to grieve and Rose’s new task – deactivating the First Order’s new tracking device to enable the Resistance to flee – had deferred the realisation that Paige was gone. Now, spending her days in bed in the surgical wing of the Resistance’s new quarters, this realisation had hit her like a punch in the gut. The intensity of her grief for her sister was like nothing Rose had ever felt before; even when her parents had been taken all those years ago. Paige had always been there, had always been the strong sister. But now, she’d never come back and Rose was drowning in grief.

Where Paige had been tough, Rose was soft. Where Paige had always instantly tackled the problem, Rose was more careful; where Paige had been the loud and happy sister, Rose was quiet and thoughtful. Paige was the sun and Rose the moon circling her, glowing in her sister’s warm light. But without this sun, the night was cold and dark because the moon couldn’t shine without the sun’s light reflecting on it.

There were less than 200 people left after the Battle of Crait, and Rose couldn’t do anything – she had never trained to be a warrior. All she could do was repair machines, which didn’t do any good now that there were only a handful of spaceships left.

The answer is to never destroy what you hate and always save what you love, her mother had told the two sisters one night while tugging them into their makeshift-beds on the ground of their little hut. It was only a few days before the First Order had taken her away and Rose followed Paige to join the Resistance.

A sad smile crossed Rose’s face as she made her decision. She didn’t have to be a warrior to make things right. In all her years repairing spaceship she had learned that it was the smallest bits and pieces that were most important to make those ships fly.

Rose gently tapped Finn’s hand who was sitting in a chair beside her cot. He’d been sitting there since she woke up from coma and Rose suspected he’d sat there even as she was still out. Now, his eyes opened, and he rose in alarm.

“What is it? What happened?”

“I want to get up. I had an idea and I need to talk to General Organa about it before she departs again in a few days. I will go, with or without you”, she added seeing the concerned expression crossing his features.

Finn opened his mouth and shut it again. If he had learned anything about women now, it was that you could never win an argument with them. He had accepted that as a fact when he befriended Rey.

“Okay, then at least tell me your plan”, he gave in.

***

“You what?”, Leia asked incredulously. “Listen, Rose, this idea of yours is beautiful but you can’t go now. We need you to be here. It’s hard enough to rebuild a rebellion when there are so few rebels left. You’re one of our best mechanics!”

“I’m one of five remaining mechanics, General Organa. Please – just think about it.”

Leia let out a heavy sigh and slowly sat down in one of the seats in front of a small table, rubbing her forehead in deep contemplation. The last three months had felt like decades and she felt the strain of fighting for a seemingly lost cause. First her son, then Han and now Luke. She just kept losing the ones she loved to darkness or death.

“Paige was the warrior. I don’t want to sit here and just wait for something to happen. I want to do something, something other than repairing ships that won’t fly anytime soon.”

Leia gave another exasperated sigh, then thought Get yourself together, you sound like an old woman.

“Your plan is to go on a fool’s errand.”

Rose threw Finn a despairing glance, silently begging him to support her cause.

“With all due respect”, he interfered, earning him another crossed glance from Leia, “I was once one of those children Rose wants to free. Just imagine what would happen if we succeeded to free just one of those First-Order Training Academies.”

“We wouldn’t gain more fighters”, Rose admitted, “but the whole Galaxy will know what the Resistance did, that we’re not done yet and that we’re still fighting for all those who aren’t able to fight for themselves! That’s… that’s the spark of hope the Galaxy needs!” Rose had begun to gesture euphorically at Finn.

“General, I deserted. Just think how many other Stormtroopers would do the same if they only had the slightest chance to make it out alive and fight for their freedom. Freeing the children from those First-Order-Academies, from their captors, could be the start.”

Leia nodded, deep in her own thoughts. “I see your point. But do you even reckon that you could just as easily fail? If you fail, the First Order will use it against the Resistance, to destroy what’s left of the faith people have in the Resistance. And if you fail, you’ll most likely die, and I can’t let that happen. We’ve lost enough of our heroes.”

Rose took a step forward and knelt right in front of Leia. “Please, General. Those children were abducted from their families, just like Finn was. Those lost generations are the future of our Galaxy! Even if we fail, people will know that we’re still fighting for this future.”

Leia closed her eyes. “I know exactly how this will go on from this point on. I’ll give you the official order to stay here, on Commenor, instead of throwing yourselves headfirst into a suicide-mission. A few hours later, I’ll have a bad feeling about this whole thing and then I’ll find out that you just ran away on exactly that same suicide-mission I strictly forbade you to go on.”

Finn and Rose exchanged a guilty glance, confirming Leia’s assumptions.

“So, I’ll give you permission. However, there are some terms you need to comply with. First, I want to know exactly where you are and what the plan is; every single second of this mission. Second, I can’t keep you from going but I won’t order anyone to accompany you – unless, of course, they volunteer. Third… please, stay alive.”

[In the Caves of Commenor]

“It doesn’t WORK”, Rey complained, fighting the urge to fling the offending book into the corner of her room.

“Maybe it doesn’t work because of your rather negative attitude, Miss Rey”, C3PO chimed in happily, offering his advice. Regardless if she wanted it or not. Rey closed her eyes, which were stinging after hours and hours of deciphering glyphs in the dusty Jedi textbook.

“Anger leads the way to the dark side”, C3PO reminded her delightfully.

“Would you please be quiet, just for a second?” Rey started massaging her forehead and let out a deep, frustrated groan. She pushed the book she’d been trying to understand towards C3PO, who caught it in his gleaming gold hands. On the rare occasions R2D2 joined their Jedi-Text-sessions, he always cheered Rey up with his commentaries on Threepio and his never-ending inventory of creative curses.

But Threepio just carried on. “Master Anakin had joined the Dark Side because of his rage.”

“Yeah. You were his droid first, so I’m coming to understand him a little better”, Rey replied dryly.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t like Threepio. It was just that you could only spend a limited amount of time with him without snapping, and her limits had been reached weeks ago, spending hours and hours with him every day, pouring over the Jedi Texts she’d stolen from Ach To. Well, borrowed. She had intended to bring them back one day.

As it had turned out, they were utterly useless. And utterly confusing, since those texts weren’t written by one or two persons but whole generations of first Jedi, some of them heavily disagreeing on the most basic matters. With each passing day, the task of learning from them so that she could rebuild the Order of the Jedi, seemed more and more impossible. Maybe Luke had been right as he’d told her the Jedi would have to end. But what then? Who would stop the First Order? Luke was gone, the Resistance nearly completely eradicated.

When she told Leia of her concerns, the General had taken her hand with a reassuring smile. “It’s good to seek advice of others through those books. But they are all gone now, Rey. You are what’s left of the Jedi, and you’ll learn that sometimes you have to trust what your heart tells you, instead of an ancient Jedi telling you his thoughts through a book.”

But Rey hadn’t told Leia even half of what happened since she’d departed for Ach To, she hadn’t even told the General about the bond connecting her to her son, and she would stick to that decision. No one could ever know about the Force Bond. Telling Leia wouldn’t change anything, anyway.

“Threepio?”

“Yes?”

Rey hesitated a few seconds, letting the thought take form in her head. “Do you know what happened before? Before there was a Jedi Order? I mean, it wasn’t just formed right from the start, was it?”

“Oh. I do not know the answer to that question, Miss Rey. But there is a good chance to find it in one of those books.”

Rey nodded, pulled another of the texts on her lap and began to read.

***

That night, when she woke from her usual nightmares, Rey was not alone. It took her a few seconds until the last wisps of sleep clouding her mind had vanished and she finally noticed his dark silhouette.

It was harder to block him out when she slept. The Bond had always opened in their most vulnerable moments.

For a few moments, they just stared at each other in silence.

His features were concealed in the darkness, but as she took in his towering form, she noticed he was fully clothed, this time. Which brought back the memories of that one time when the Bond had sprung to life and he had been shirtless, which sent her head spinning again. Rey pulled the blanket a little higher, suddenly aware that she was sweat-drenched, and her nightshift only consisted of a thin layer of cloth around her upper body. She would have to tackle this problem first thing the next morning. For now, her blanket would have to suffice.

Then, he finally stepped forward into the thin sliver of silvery light streaming into her room through the small gaps on the sides of her door, and Rey could finally see his face.

He was much paler – she hadn’t thought that possible – and the dark circles under his eyes told her of his own sleepless nights. Rey couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, was plagued by nightmares. The expression in his dark eyes was haunted and weary at the same time.

“Did it finally strain you to block the Bond?”, he spat. If she didn’t know better, she would have mistaken the emotion in his voice for hurt.

“Supreme Leader Ren”, she hissed in reply, “did it feel satisfying to put that bounty on my head? What will you do to me if you catch me? Execute me for a murder I didn’t commit?”

“It was you who tried to attack me with my own family lightsaber, it was you who left me unconscious on a burning ship and you who slammed a door in my face after I offered you the whole Galaxy.” His reply was eerily calm, this time. “And yet you’re claiming the moral high ground. Congratulations, you finally are a real Jedi.”

Rey flinched. She had tried to attack him, and she had left him on a burning ship. But what else could she have done – take him with her after he had tried to murder her riends again? She bit her lip.

“I never wanted the Galaxy”, she replied quietly.

“No”, he agreed. “All you ever wanted was to save your friends.” He spat out the last word as if it had personally offended him.

“Is that really what you think? Don’t you realize you’re one of the people I wanted to save? I wanted to help you free yourself of Snoke’s grip and all the darkness you were pushed into, because I believed in the light I saw in you when our hands touched. I came for you. Turned out Luke was right when he warned me. You were the one who tried to shoot my ship and swear to destroy me. Maybe I should have finished you off when I had the chance instead of just leaving.”

She never meant to say those last words – she had never even thought them, for a start – but she was hurt, and she wanted to lash out and hurt him in return.

He took a step back. The silver light shimmering through the door gave the scar in his face a ghostly glow. His face remained impassive at her words.

“Maybe you should have.” A shiver ran up her spine. “You wouldn’t have been the first Jedi to try and kill someone defenceless. Luke really taught you a lot more than I thought.”

She just glared at him. The Bond was closing again, and he slowly vanished, his dark eyes never leaving hers until she was alone in her room again. Only then, she allowed herself to say what she had really wanted to tell him. She whispered it into the darkness of her room, instead.

“I wanted to take your hand, Ben. I still do.”

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ↣

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo multichapter #reylo slow-burn #rey x kylo ren #rey x ben #rey x ben solo #tros fix it #rose x finn

3 notes · View notes

nose-bandaid · 4 years

Text

그해 그 달 그날 (that year, that month, that day)

i Need a yanan fluff please! how about fluffy/angst one of him being really tired because hes recently just rejoined the group but loving being back and just needing some comfort and cuddles 🙁🙁

Yanan x (Gender Neutral) Reader fluff (with some angst) | 2.1k words

synopsis: yanan has finally returned to his group for promotions — and he’s elated, the happiest he’s ever been — yet he feels so tired. so, so tired. and so he comes to you for some comfort, and maybe some cuddles and sweet reassurances along the way.

a/n: hi yanon anon !! i hope that i got what you were going for with your prompt! i really like writing this i didn’t know how much i needed this yanan comfort + fluff until i finished it. i hope you enjoy reading it! :)

=====

You were just finishing up some of the last chores on your to-do list when your phone rang from the other side of the room. Skipping over the objects littered all over the floor (it’s funny how in order to clean, you sometimes had to make a mess first), you glanced at the screen and titled your head a little out of confusion when the caller ID read Yanannie. Not that it was unusual for your boyfriend to contact you throughout the day — you guys would text each other whenever you had the time to — but he rarely called unless it was something serious. He’d already established the fact that he preferred texting over calling, so a hint of worry laced your voice when you picked up.

“Hello?”

Yanan didn’t hesitate to get straight to the point. “Are you free tonight?”

“Huh? Yeah, why?”

There was some distant chatter on his side of the line and it sounded like he was trying to move away from it. “Can I come over? At like 7?”

“Sure,” The conversation stalled for a moment before you spoke again. “Is everything alright?”

Just like last time, he answered without missing a beat. “Yeah, I just want to come over.”

“Okay… Then I’ll see you at 7. I love you.”

You heard him mutter a soft “I love you” back before the mumbling near him grew louder and he quickly hung up, leaving you all alone.

You reasoned that the conversation was so awkward and rushed because he was busy — the group was in the middle of their promotions after all. But despite his words, all that call told you was that everything was in fact, not alright. The clock on your wall told you that you still had a couple hours to get all your work done and you sped through the tasks as fast as you could.

By the time it was 6:00 (5:56 if you wanted to be really exact) everything was complete and you scrolled through your phone in search of a recipe you could follow. You weren’t the most amazing cook out there, but you could definitely make a few basic dishes, and hopefully, you’ll be able to make some sort of comfort food for him. Your eyes caught a familiar name and you looked through the recipe. If you recalled correctly, he really liked that dish, and the process didn’t seem to be that difficult either.

And so, you got up from the warmth of the blanket you had wrapped around you and headed to the kitchen to chop up the ingredients. Not too long after you began doing so, you heard the door knock and you panicked. Yanan wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour, and you were definitely nowhere near finishing the dish. You abandoned your little workstation and made your way to the door, in which you opened to come face to face with your boyfriend.

Though the man in front of you looked nothing like the Yanan you were used to seeing.

The last time you got to meet with him in person was about a week ago, when you joined his group for a company dinner. Back then, he seemed perfectly fine, laughing along with the others, looking absolutely stunning in the outfit he had on. But now, even the hat he had on refused to hide the messy strands of hair poking in all sorts of directions, and his posture was hunched, as if the weight of his backpack was far more than he could handle. He had his cute round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, but that didn’t hide the dark bags underneath his eyes, which lacked the mischievous glint he usually had when he was with you.

“Yanan… You look like a mess.” You pointed out meekly, as if he hadn’t realized that himself.

He let out a small pitiful laugh and took off his hat to run a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I do, don’t I?”

You stepped back to allow him into your house and waited for him to take off his coat and set his bag down before engulfing him into a warm hug. The two of you stayed like that for a while, until you spoke up. “I was going to make you some food, but you came a little earlier than expected so I’ve just barely started.”

“Let’s just order takeout, don’t worry about cooking.” He muttered tiredly into the crook of your neck, his lips cold from the weather outside. “And I’m sorry, I know I came earlier than I said I would, I just really wanted to see you.”

You chuckled as you pulled apart, leaving a hand resting on his chest. “And I’ve missed you too. How about you take a shower while I’ll prepare some things to help you calm down?” You suggested.

He nodded silently and disappeared to your room. He’d stayed over enough times for you to have some of his spare clothes tucked in your closet, in case of any impromptu visits, like right now. As you heard the shower start to run, you returned to your kitchen and packed away all the ingredients you had prepared — you could always just use those later in some other dish — and then picked up your phone to dial his favourite Chinese restaurant. It was a small shop near your house that you first visited together a year ago and it quickly became a hidden treasure to Yanan. He loved the fact that it was always bustling with locals who respected his privacy and had some of the best food that reminded him of home. The owner laughed when she recognized your voice and order.

“I have some extra desserts that I don’t think we’ll be selling tonight, I’ll add them in there for Yanan. I know he likes them.” She added sweetly. She was like any generic auntie down the street, always taking care of the people she met, but you loved for that and smiled through the receiver.

“Sure, that sounds great. Thank you so much”

You spent the next few minutes cozy-ing up the couch a little bit, grabbing a blanket from your room, and preparing a laptop so that you could watch the latest episodes of your favourite drama that aired a few days ago. You were in the midst of grabbing yourself a glass of water when Yanan walked out of the bathroom, towel resting on his matted wet hair as he dried himself off.

“Feeling any better?” You asked gently and he made his way over to the couch to join you under the blanket.

“A little, yeah.” He replied, nestling into the comfort of the cushions.

“I ordered the food, it should be here in about half an hour,” You continued. “And we’ve got some episodes we gotta catch up on so we can watch those while we wait.”

He simply nodded at your words, humming just the slightest bit. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at your finger hovering over the laptop. You pursed your lips at his reaction and drew back into yourself, daring to ask him the question that’s been on your mind since he called you.

“Yanan… are you sure everything’s alright?”

He sighed and rubbed his face, you could practically feel the fatigue radiating off of him. Before he answered, he snuggled closer into your body. “Everything is alright, like I’m finally back with the boys and we’re all together again and promotions are going well, so how can things not be alright? Everything’s perfect…” His voice trailed off and he averted his gaze from yours.

“And yet I find it so hard to wake up everyday, I’m just so tired. I love doing this, I love seeing the fans and going to practice and sharing our new songs, but I’m so tired that I’m starting to get sick of this. Sure, everyone else is tired too, I know they are, but no one else seems to have it as bad as I am… I don’t know if I’m fit for being an idol anymore.” He paused again, and then added quietly.

“I don’t want to have to leave again, I want to keep on going.”

At a loss for what to say, you simply kissed him on the forehead and pulled him closer. “It’s okay to be tired, you know that right? That doesn’t make you any less of an idol, or a person, even. You wanna talk more about anything?”

For the next while, you listened to him talk about the good and the bad of his return, commenting here and there to reassure his thoughts. The toll, not just physical, but emotional as well, his recent return had on him was evident and your heart clenched at his tired state.

The food came not much later and you spent the time eating as if you were in another world. Worries were pushed aside as you told each other silly stories and jokes about your friends, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his mood lift and his eyes sparkle once again. Even if it was just a little bit. You loved all sides of Yanan, but this was by far your favourite, and you wanted to keep him in this happy mood for as long as you possibly could.

One episode of your drama and many mouthfuls of the delicious food later, you found the two of you settling on the comfy couch once again. He rested his head on your lap, body stretched across the length of the couch and dangling on the other end a little bit. His hair had finally dried off and now its platinum strands were fluffy, enticing you to to run a hand through them. You giggled when they flopped back onto his forehead and continued doing so lovingly.

“Sorry to come over all of a sudden and be all needy.” He apologized. “I didn’t even ask how your day was.”

You shook your head in disagreement. “There is absolutely no reason for you to be sorry about something like this. I understand you’re tired, and like I said, it’s okay to be tired, you’re only human, Yanan. If you’re concerned about my day, it was fine, nothing special honestly, but today is all about you, okay?”

He let you gently pinch his cheek to make your point.

You pulled back the sleeve of your sweater to reveal the simple string bracelet that wrapped around your wrist over and over again. “You remember that day?”

He smirked softly. “How could I forget?” He pulled up his own sleeve to reveal a matching bracelet in a different colour. “I asked the stylists to incorporate it into my outfit today so I could wear it on the stage and think of you.”

“You’re so cute.” You smiled. “Do you remember what we promised each other on that day?”

There was a short moment of silence as he recalled his memories. “That we wouldn’t give up?”

“That we wouldn’t give up.” You echoed. “No matter how hard it got, we’ll push through it.”

Life sucked at times. You both knew that. And sometimes it just sucked so bad and you aren’t able to do much about it. Especially with your busy schedules, moreso his busy schedule, seeing each other was difficult and chances to comfort each other physically was scarce. You could understand how the recent events would’ve affected him.

“You’re really strong, you know that?” You added in a whisper, and he sighed.

“I do… I’m just not feeling it today.”

“And that’s fine, it’ll come back to you soon.”

He nodded at your words. “Can I spend the night?” He then asked softly.

“Of course,” You answered, you were still playing with his hair, although your actions were a little more absentminded now. “You know you’re always welcomed here.”

“Mm, I wasn’t planning on sleeping over, but I’ve never felt this relaxed in so long.” He apologized anyways, as he stretched in your lap, looking almost like a cat with his long body, and his eyes stared up into yours. “I love you.”

You just smiled back, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep on your lap, eyelids fluttering every so often as he entered a deep slumber. Eventually your legs began to feel a little numb from the weight of his body on yours, but you didn’t do anything about it. Not when he was finally able to rest for the first time in a while. Soon enough, you also fell asleep on the couch, not in the very best position, admittedly, though that was a problem to deal with in the morning. Things like that could wait.

So yeah, life did suck at times. But if you had each other by your sides, you both knew you could get through it. And that “getting through it” could also mean taking a break, taking a moment to recollect yourself, before continuing that long run ahead of you.

And it’s okay if you need to take a break.

#pentagon fanfic #pentagon yanan #yanan #yanan fanfic #yanan x reader #pentagon fluff #pentagon angst #yanan fluff #yanan angst #requests #nose-bandaid

63 notes · View notes

burnsopale · 3 years

Text

Ashen, excerpt 2

Last time was mostly a big tease. This time, Boris returns to the abbey for the first time in years. It doesn’t go well.

Working title: Ashen Characters in this clip: Takao, Kai, Max, Boris and Kinomiya Tatsuya Setting: 7 years after season one, Russia, the abbey Summary: Volkov has escaped from prison, attacked PPB headquarters and taken back Black Dranzer. The Russian boys have been living with the PPB, and were used and hurt in the attack. Yuriy left with Volkov for unknown reasons. Daitenji Kogoro has gathered the troops and sent them to Russia to find out what Volkov is up to. Meanwhile, Kai’s grandfather is on his deathbed, and Kai is struggling to deal with it.

A stray wind mumbled and whined through the colonnades of Volkov Abbey. In that desolate courtyard no summer lived, only barren winter. The stones were black, the shadows cold, and doorways yawned like sucking mouths while broken windows gave a sharp, jagged edge to the scene.

For a while, Takao, his dad, Max, Kai and Boris stood silent in the middle of the open courtyard, a little overwhelmed by the sheer depressive atmosphere, wondering what on earth they were supposed to find here.

“Home sweet home!” Boris exclaimed suddenly, before laughing uproariously at their startled expressions.

A door opened up ahead. Takao vaguely recalled it leading to the mess hall where the BBA had eaten on their first visit here, years ago.

“That’s probably our liaison,” Dad said and headed towards the young woman who had just stepped outside and was waving.

“Hello, everyone!” she said as they came to meet her. “My name is Myrna Lebedev. I’m supposed to show you around this place?”

She didn’t look much older than the boys. With her ash-blonde hair and glasses, turtleneck sweater and long jeans, she seemed a big-sisterly type.

They shook hands with her in turn.

“You worked here after it was shut down?” Dad asked.

She nodded, gesturing for them to follow her down the pillared walkway towards the fat, looming tower where Takao and Zangief had battled.

Where was Zangief now? Takao wondered. Was he happy?

“I was on the team that mapped this place out, initially. Strangest job I ever did. The police had been here and cleared out all the kids and those cultists of course, but when we first went down to explore, someone almost died; there were traps everywhere!”

“Not traps,” Boris said. “Training gauntlets. You had to be ready all the time.”

She stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Were you ...?” She looked at them in turn.

Max and Takao shook their heads and pointed at Kai and Boris. “Not us.”

Myrna looked at them all a little longer. “You are strange. I was told a group from Japan wanted to see the abbey, so I thought you’d be like the usual tourists.”

“This place gets tourists?” Boris asked, and then started laughing again. “Oh god. Can I work here too? I could be an attraction.”

Kai frowned at him. “We’re not here for pleasure,” he said firmly, voice a little hoarse from his long silence in the car. “The man who ran this place, Vladimir Volkov, has escaped from prison and is in possession of an old weapon of his. We’re looking for any clues as to what that weapon is capable of.”

“Oh!” Myrna’s dark eyes grew very big behind her glasses. “I see. That ... wasn’t really in my instructions ... I’m not supposed to let you wander much on your own or ... well, go that deep, but ...”

“If you need to, we can shut you in one of the cells while we look,” Boris suggested, possibly seriously. “If you need an excuse.”

Myrna certainly thought he was serious, and if her eyes grew any bigger now, they would pop out.

“We won’t do that,” Max said quickly. “But we would be very grateful if you’d let us explore a bit. We won’t tell anyone. It’s very important that we stop Volkov from using the weapon.”

She cocked her head to the side. “But why do you have to stop him?” she asked innocently. “Who are you?”

Kai’s impatience got the better of him then, and he strode past her towards the door.

Boris watched him go, his jesting finished. “We are the ones who let him have it in the first place.”

It grew immediately colder as they plunged into the darkness of the abbey, and more so when they began to descend underground. Takao wished he had worn a proper sweater, like Myrna, but Dad had told him to bring one and he hadn’t done it so he couldn’t complain or Dad would say “I told you so”.

Myrna told them a little bit about the history of the place as they walked, how Borg had purchased the abbey from a group of monks that might, in hindsight, actually have been forced to part with it and silenced afterwards, and how these hallways, once cellars for storing food and other things, had been dug out until they encompassed a labyrinth of rooms and tunnels, where Borg could carry out their clandestine plans.

“What does clandestine mean,” asked Boris, and once Max had explained it, he declared it his new favourite word. “Holy shit, we were so clandestine. Clandestine is now my middle name. You can call me Boris Clandestine Kuznetsov.”

“And now it’s lost all meaning,” Max said.

Kai was continually a little ahead of them, and eventually Takao’s dad called after him. “Kai, where are you leading us?”

“To Volkov’s office,” he replied.

“Really?” Boris said. “Then you’re going the wrong way.”

Kai came stalking back. “I am not going the wrong way; it’s down here and to the left. Don’t fucking mess with me, Kuznetsov.”

Boris grinned wickedly. “That’s Clandestine Kuznetsov to you.”

For a moment, Kai’s face was white with rage, but he only turned on his heel and walked on. Takao looked to Max and found him looking back in concern. Kai’s reactions were way out of proportion lately.

“Sorry about him,” Takao said to Myrna.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She shook her head disarmingly. “It can’t be easy being back here.”

“I don’t know,” said Boris. “I’m getting the warm fussies myself.”

“Are you sure Kai-kun should be down here?” Dad asked Takao in an undertone.

“Leave him to us,” Takao whispered back. “You just look for whatever it is Daitenji-san wants you to find.”

When they caught up to Kai, he was waiting in front of the door which, as it turned out, did indeed lead to Volkov’s office. Myrna unlocked the door with her bunch of keys, and they stepped inside.

It was empty. Not just nobody’s-here empty, but stripped completely bare. It was just a room, panelled in green and beige, with pale squares on the walls where pictures had hung or cabinets stood and preserved the original colours.

Kai made a dissatisfied sound.

“Did you check for hidden rooms when you were emptying the place?” Dad asked Myrna.

“Yes and no. We had the building’s blueprints, and we did find some discrepancies and discover some rooms that weren’t noted, but we didn’t go knocking on every wall to find sliding panels or things like that.” She laughed a little.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Dad said, looking at Kai for confirmation. “Seems the most likely place he’d hide any particularly sensitive information, right?”

Kai inclined his head. “That was my thought.”

“You two do that,” Max said. “Boris can show me and Takao around meanwhile.”

Myrna came with them, and for a while they wandered from room to room. As Boris led them past dormitories, communal showers, training rooms, recreational facilities and secret corners, he seemed increasingly to veer between high and low spirits. He’d stand for a long time staring at the place where his bed had once stood, and then he’d crack jokes while they walked to the next place.

They came around a corner and were faced with a row of rusting cells, some with their doors ajar. Takao remembered Kai saying he had seen Zangief in a cell all those years ago. Maybe it had been one of these.

“I wonder what happened to Zangief?” he said out loud, idly moving the nearest door back and forth and making the hinges scream and creak.

“He was probably rescued by the BBA,” Max said, eternally optimistic.

“Zangief ...” Boris said slowly. “He was lucky. If he had beaten you, he would have advanced, gone to train with Baba Yaga.” As Takao moved on, Boris took over the door he had left, swinging it back and forth, back and forth, creak, creak, creak, creak. “He would have regretted that fast.” A bit of laughter, low in his throat. His face was lost in shadow. “Zangief was weak.” Creak, creak, creak, creak.

“Boris?” Max was watching him warily.

“Baba would have eaten him alive.” The ceiling light glinted off the edge of his sharp, sharp smile. “Then again, they say that’s what she does to the ones in the cells to.” Another laugh, like quacking. Creak, creak, creak. And then he stopped and stood very, very still. Trembling.

Suddenly, Max grabbed Myrna and Takao and shoved them into the nearest cell, slamming the door behind them. Takao shoved at it, but the lock had sprung; it was shut fast.

“Max!”

“Stay there!” he said, giving them a warning look.

Boris had twitched when the door banged shut, and now he turned slowly towards Max.

“Max, why did you do that?” Takao pressed himself up against the bars.

Myrna was going through her mess of keys and muttering stressfully to herself. “Is it this one or this one or this one? Not that one. Okay, this is scary. This one? No, no ...”

“Be quiet!” Max commanded. He drew a careful breath, inhaling and exhaling. “Boris? Boris, please step into the light for me.”

Boris didn’t move, but Takao could hear him breathing now, a harsh whistling sound like he was in pain.

“Mama told me that you usually get a bit manic before an episode,” Max said gently. “That’s how I knew.”

“Max,” Takao hissed. “Get out of here!”

But Max shook his head. “No. Boris, you said you would be okay, and I believed you. I still believe in you.”

Boris’ hand fell from the cell door to hang limply at his side. It twitched.

“What is happening?” Myrna whispered.

Max took a step closer to the other boy. “When I talk to Mama on the phone, all she talks about is you. How far you’ve come, how strong you are, how proud she is of you. She laughs about your terrible jokes. She says you are so clever.”

Boris sucked in a breath. He was trembling all over, hands closing slowly into fists like he was holding himself back desperately.

Max took another step forward. “Boris-”

Boris’ lunged, grabbing Max by the front of his sweater and slamming him up against the bars. The light caught his face and revealed his eyes huge and staring, and a weird, cruel twist to his mouth. Max clenched his teeth and held still as Boris’ knuckles dug into his throat.

“Max!” Takao cried, reaching through the bars, but unable to touch them. “Boris, don’t you dare! Don’t give Kai a chance to gloat about being right! Come on, fight it!” He turned back to Myrna, who seemed to be frozen in shock. “Find the key!”

She startled and began to fumble again.

“It’s okay, Takao!” Max said, straining. “Boris, it’s just you and me. I have Draciel, but I won’t use it. It’s your choice; you can hurt me, or you can come back to us. I already know what you’ll do, because you said you’d be alright, and because I know you want to make Mama proud of you.”

“Make ... Baba ...” Boris muttered, seeming confused for a moment.

“No,” Max said. “Mama Judy. My Mama ... and yours.”

Another hard shiver went through Boris, and then he sank to his knees in front of Max, letting go of him. His face relaxed until he was pale, but calm.

“The stupid door,” he muttered. “The stupid sound. Every night, all night, our metronome from hell.” He stumbled to his feet and moved a few paces away, sniffing and wiping at his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “Kai was right about me.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Takao said quickly as Myrna finally moved past him to put the right key in the lock. “You came back.”

“Let’s rejoin the others,” Myrna said a little hysterically as the door swung open. She hurried down the corridor without waiting for them.

“Would you like that hug now?” Max asked Boris softly.

He didn’t say anything, but lifted his arm, and Max slipped under it and wrapped his own around him.

“She’s your Mama,” Boris said, almost whispering. “But I like her too.”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Max replied, smiling as he let go again. “I already share her with Emily, and honestly she could use the extra practice.”

Takao grabbed them and pulled them into a double hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, Takao,” Max laughed.

#Beyblade #Judin writes #Ashen #Max is a good boy #I had an idea that Boris got overwhelmed by all the affection shown to him by his initial foster mothers #and that Judy's more reserved (read: cold) approach actually worked much better for him #So she kinda took him on #So now Max has even more competition

24 notes · View notes

crimsonrae · 4 years

Text

The Wiles of Men and Women

Chapter One

Summary: Georgiana Stafford has just become betrothed to a man older than her father. Her last chance to enjoy society on her terms comes the night that court celebrates the birth of Princess Mary. She was prepared for just about anything, but she hadn't been prepared for him. Charles Brandon.CharlesxOC, Warning: Spanking

Rated: NC-17

A/N: This may be a one-shot, actually, honestly, it'll depend on how it's received by you lovely readers. This is my first time posting on tumblr (and I’m super nervous about it), I also have an account on AO3 and FF. I’m posting this here because I’ve notice a distinct lack of Charles Brandon stories and thought I’d share. Also, I've developed something of a crush on Henry Cavill recently and while watching the Tudors the line from the very first episode where Charles Brandon says "No. No. She begged." became stuck in my head and I wanted to explore this dominant, arrogant side to him with a character that is a bit bratty and arrogant herself. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own what is mine. Please don’t steal. Also, there is a good deal of smut and some spanking here. You were warned.

A Night of Revelry

"You are to be married."

The words echoed in Georgiana's ears as she watched the colorful swirls of silks and velvets that made up the dancers of the ballroom. It was the celebration for the birth of Princess Mary. Another Tudor had graced the world, though sadly not a male.

Georgiana could not have given a damn.

Her thoughts were made up of her engagement to the Earl of Worcester, a man only slightly older than her father. While many of her social circle would have born the indignity of being traded from one master to another with the cheerfulness of a summer butterfly, she could only feel the lock tighten on her ever-gilded cage.

She wanted to stamp her feet and scream at the unfairness of it all. Angry tears pricked at the edges of her blue eyes, but she refused to let any sign of weakness show. She was a Stafford; she knew her place in this world. Her father and uncle had beaten her worth into her on more than one occasion. Her father had no use for a daughter.

In truth, he had no use for a child, it was why he had gained special dispensation to marry her mother. The lady being nearly twenty years his senior, Henry Stafford had thought her incapable of bearing any further children than those from her first marriage. However, it took only their wedding night, the first and only time Henry and Cecily laid together, for the coupling to result in Georgiana's unwelcomed birth.

Now seventeen years later, Henry Stafford was unloading his only daughter off onto the first man to make him an acceptable offer. It was why she was to be presented at court on the morrow. It would be her intended's first chance to meet and gaze upon her. It was also the reason she had been forbidden to attend the festivities before her.

Georgiana felt a faint smirk pull at her supple lips, forbidding her from anything was a sure-fire way to ensure she would not do as requested, however. Her father had forbidden her from fighting. She had her half-brother, Edward, teach her to fence. Her mother had forbidden her to gamble. Her half-brother George, ironically now a man of the cloth, taught her every variation of cards and darts known to high and low society.

Her introduction to court was a mere formality. Her intended an old fat boar of a man that she had identified upon her arrival to the celebration was standing beside her father and uncle. Her wedding was to be in a month's time. This night of revelry, the first for another noble lady, would perhaps be the last for Georgiana and she intended to make the best of it. She would dance, she would drink, and if fortune favored her, then she would find a man to take her maidenhead in the most pleasurable way possible.

After all, why did men get to have all the fun?

She tightened the ribbons securing her mask to her face. Her dress, while not as ostentatious as some of the ladies, was still well-made and allowed her to skirt the line of either noble or servant. She didn't want to draw too many eyes, should her father discover her presence... she shuddered to think of what he would do to her.

Feeling confident enough to mingle, Georgiana stepped gracefully around the milling crowds to the side of the dance floor and found a glass of wine. It amused her to stop and listen to snatches of conversations. Most were comments on the Queen's failure to produce a son, though others were more scandalous.

The Earl of Pembroke had taken who as his mistress?

The Lady Annabel was with child? Hasn't her husband been in France for the last few months?

You'll never guess. His lover was a man!

Georgiana sipped at her drink and bit her tongue as she listened. Was this to be her life if she were allowed to stay at court?

As entertaining as the gossip was, there was an undercurrent of maliciousness that made her skin crawl. It wasn't difficult for her to ascertain that friendship here would be as hard to find as water in a desert. It was disheartening, to say the least.

Before long a courtier approached her for a dance. She slid her glass onto a passing tray and took the man's hands with a simpering smile, a pleasing rush warmed her veins, though this quickly dissipated.

His name was Owen Mayfield and she learned that was perhaps the only interesting thing about him. His palms were sweaty from his earlier exertions which Georgiana could forgive, but he seemed to have bathed in some overly floral perfume that had her holding her breath.

It was a relief when the dance finished. She tried not to giggle as she took the opportunity to hide back away in the crowds. She kept up her game of listening to gossip, not willing to enter into conversation, and willing to be more judicious of any further dance partners.

Perhaps it was because of her hesitance to engage in conversation that drew attention. Or perhaps it was the way she calmly wove a path around the room that allowed her to avoid her family as she observed.

Whatever it was, Georgiana slowly became aware of the fact that she was being watched. She had felt it first while dancing with another courtier. Her heart had raced and her head had felt pleasantly fuzzy as she had glided through the quick steps with her partner. She had initially dismissed the watchful feeling as too much wine, unwilling to let a trifle paranoia ruin her current joy.

Still, she had laughed and quickly begged off another dance with the rather charming Mr. Anthony Knivert. The need for fresh air suddenly becoming great as she slipped back into the shadows. It was here, she knew that her early realization of being watched had not been a trick of the mind. The sensation of eyes burned her and she felt a twinge of fear as she fought the urge to seek out her admirer's gaze in case it was her father.

Instead, she kept her head down and made her way to the hall. If it was her father, then she would make a quick escape. If not, perhaps her admirer would follow.

Quietly, she meandered to a tall window at the end of the aisle which overlooked the gardens. Clouds had moved in and a light rain fell over the courtyard. Away from the bodily warmth of the ballroom, she could feel the midwinter cold seeping into the palace. A shiver coursed through her back...but not from the chill.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze over her shoulder and back to the jeering celebration. A man stood just within the entrance to the hall. His deep blue eyes shined dangerously at her from behind a black and gold diamond pattern mask.

Her admirer.

Her stomach clenched at the sight of him. Despite the fact that half of his face was hidden from her, she liked the shape of his mouth and jaw, even the dimple of his chin. He was young and his form was pleasing to the eye and he knew it... A slow smirk pulled at his lips as she took her fill of him.

"Are you well, milady?" He asked almost mockingly. His voice was deep and smooth like the sonorous notes of a cello.

She refrained from answering.

A new game began to form in her mind as she gazed at him. Timid excitement swelled within her... Swallowing tightly, she smiled at him and breathed a faint laugh at her foolishness before taking a step back.

He followed.

She took another step.

He followed again.

Anticipatory recognition sparked in his gaze.

Her smile nearly turned triumphant as she whirled and slipped further away from the party. She didn't run, but it was a near thing as she listened to his heavy steps growing closer to her.

Georgiana thought her heart had beat fast before, but now it thudded in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her hand grazed across cold stone as she dashed around a corner. She snuck a quick glance behind her and nearly yelped to see him only a few steps away. A ferocious grin painted his lips as she laughed and flew from his reaching grasp.

She only made it a few more steps before she felt his fingers grasp her arm and whip her around. He quickly backed her into a dark alcove away from any prying eyes. Though, she doubted that any would find them this far from the festivities. Breathless giggles spilled from her throat as she gazed up at him and he hummed amused.

A hand slipped to her waist and somehow impossibly, he moved closer to her. Her laughter slowly diminishing as her curiosity started to take over. She had never been this close to a man before... she liked the strength she felt in his grip, the warmth that emitted from his form. Tentatively, she smoothed a hand up his chest and reveled in the firm feel of his body.

His lips hovered just inches from hers, "Do you submit, lady?"

Submit?

Was she not a woman? Did the world not demand that she submit to men? A faint resentment burned in her heart at the word. She would only submit when forced.

Again, she refrained from answering and instead stole what she wanted. It was quick, a faint brushing of her mouth against his before she pulled back when he pressed for more. A low growl rumbled through his chest that made her smile.

"What's your name?" He asked, brushing his lips over her ear.

The sensation tickled her and sent a strange tingling heat to her core. Licking her lips, she gave her middle name, "Charlotte."

He pulled back with a faint frown, "Are you mocking me, milady?"

She pursed her lips, confusion apparent as she met his suspicious glance. He reached up and removed his mask, allowing her to see his handsome features fully. When she merely arched a brow at him, he realized that she did not recognize him.

He couldn't hold back a faint laugh, "My name is Charles, milady. Charles Brandon."

The name meant nothing to her.

"Charles and Charlotte. How fortuitous." She murmured, sagely amused. She drew a finger down his cheek and to the very lips she wanted to taste again. She gasped startled when his tongue darted out to suck on her delicate digit, all the while he held her gaze.

A flush spread across her cheeks and her stomach clenched again... how improper, but she dared not look away. Charles captured her wrist as he pulled away and placed a light kiss to the sensitive flesh, "Do you submit, Lady Charlotte?"

It took her a moment to remember how to speak, but even she was surprised by what fell from her lips, "...No..."

Charles raised a brow and slipped tantalizing fingers beneath the hem of her bodice, "No?"

Georgiana leaned into his touch as she tried in vain to suppress a moan that rose to her tongue, "No... I do not submit...But I do consent."

The distinction was important to her, maybe foolishly so, but it mattered little because he was upon her in a second. He claimed her mouth with the ferocity of a winter storm. So harsh, his lips bruised hers, but so pleasantly cool as his wicked tongued enticed her. He swallowed her whimpers and delved desperate touches to the small hints of skin her gown revealed. I

It wasn't enough by half. Her game of chase had whetted his appetite and he was so very hungry now. He needed her undressed and prostrated before him.

Abruptly, he pulled back and wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist as he pulled her down the hall. They weren't far from his chambers, but Georgiana wasn't to know that as she stumbled after him, flushed and bewildered.

She opened her mouth to demand an explanation, but he seemed to sense her confusion as he smirked at her over his shoulder, "A bed would be preferable, lady... and you will submit."

The surety in his voice had her baulking on principle, but a smaller part of her thrilled and fluttered at the pronouncement.

So, he had made the distinction.

Unbidden, her maidenhood clinched and shuddered around nothing and she had the sudden desperate desired to know what it would be like to be filled... to submit.

Oh God...What devil had she surrendered to?

The question reverberated in her consciousness as she was pulled into a dark room and Charles soundly locked the door. He didn't give her time to protest or rethink her actions before he attacked her lips again. She groaned as his expert touches drew her further into a curious sparking pleasure. Her own hands divested him of the colorful broach that held his collar closed as she sought the smooth flesh that laid underneath. He was so incredibly warm and felt so hard.

How could one man be this dizzying?

Time seemed to blur and disappear as articles of clothing littered the ground and they both became consumed by taste and touch. Rough fingers teased and tweaked at her nipples, pebbling the sensitive dusty pink skin until it was a darker blush. Georgiana whined and whimpered as her body was assaulted with these new and strange touches. Her nails raked across his bare shoulders as she arched into him, his responding growl, a pleasure in itself.

It was only when his hand slid down to her mound that she suddenly became aware of the wetness seeping from her. Unthinkingly embarrassed, she pressed her thighs together seeking to hide, but Charles would have none of it.

"No. No hiding." His blue eyes blazed down at her as he purposefully grasped her knees and forcefully parted her legs and pressed them to her chest, "Look at how wet you are... Absolutely, delicious."

She went scarlet and mewled lightly in protest as he chuckled sinfully. His gaze disappeared as he dipped down and she jumped when she felt the firm press of wet tongue to her most intimate area. Another rumble of laughter came from him, but Georgiana suddenly didn't care as the vibrations sent a strange tingling sensation to her belly and down through her legs.

She squirmed and wiggled, not sure if she was trying to get closer or further from him. Then she felt it. The press of something foreign at her entrance. She looked down, her chest heaving for air, only to find him staring back at her with wild dark eyes as he pushed a finger into her and then another.

It was uncomfortable, but not. It was invasive, but not. It was painful, but not... and she nearly bit through her lip as she watched him slowly pump those thick fingers in and out of her.

Something was building.

A light sheen of sweat started to bead over her skin and she wriggled as she tried to understand what her body was instinctively searching for, as she tried to find relief from this strange new pressure. She jerked when his thumb brushed over her swollen nub and white sparks of pleasure shuttered her eyes. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers and she moaned, grasping at the sheets beneath her. She ached so sweetly and then he did it again.

A soft brush back and forth, barely-there – just enough for those sparks to ignite again, but this time he didn't stop. She cried out hoarsely as her legs jerked and her walls spasmed, releasing that exquisite pressure so swiftly that she was lost in seconds.

It took several minutes before she spiraled down from the heavens, he had sent her to. When she opened her eyes, it was to see him sucking on the fingers that had been in her, "Delicious."

A low whine left her at the sinful sight and he grinned darkly at her before he suddenly crouched and smoothed a trail of kisses and feather-light touches up her belly and over her chest, "You came so beautifully."

It was such a stark contrast to what had felt like a violent release that her body seemed to hum in response. She bit back further whimpers but spread her shaky legs to accommodate his broad body as he worked his way back up her.

Charles pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth and reached out to undo the ties of the blue lace mask that had managed to stay on this long. To his surprise, she tilted her head away from his touch, "Leave it."

"I want to see you. All of you." Yet, he didn't reach for the mask again.

Georgiana nearly acquiesced to the light demand in his voice, but a mischievous spark batted down that need. She smirked and nuzzled his cheek as she whispered, "Only if you're very, very good will I remove the mask."

Charles huffed a small laugh, "Have I not been good already?"

She shook her head, "Do better."

"You will regret that, lady." He murmured softly and started to tease her core once more. They were playing his game now after all, "Submit to me."

"No, sir." She breathed.

His cock twitched at being addressed so, though he knew that she hadn't meant it to be provocative. More than ever before, he was determined to get her to submit to him. He twisted her onto her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. Biting kisses peppered her shoulders before he yanked her back by her hair into a kneeling position.

A smile crossed his lips as she caught sight of herself in his dressing mirror and gasped. Her body glistened, nipples hard, face flushed. She was an appetizing sight, but she could only stare as his hands reached around to caress at her intimate areas. He nudged her hair to the side with his nose as he nibbled lightly on her ear and enjoyed the small noises of pleasure she couldn't help, but emit, "Submit."

"N..n-no." She stuttered. Her hands grasped at his hips, pulling him closer in an attempt to find stability.

He bit punishingly at her neck and was rewarded with a lewd groan. His hard cock pressed firmly into the seam of her ass and she whimpered when he began to rock gently against her, "Submit."

A choked denial fell from her lips and he growled.

Her eyes were forced to watch as his hands slid over her stomach to her breasts as he groped and teased at her soft mounds. If it were possible, she flushed darker at the erotic sight of her body being handled so. Shame and embarrassment twirled in her veins despite the heated pleasure he was giving her and she attempted to look away. A particularly hard pinch to her nipple had her crying out as he brought her head back around, "Who said you could stop looking, lady? Eyes forward."

"It's unseemly, Charles." She whimpered pleadingly.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "And you enjoy it. I can tell. As wanton as a whore, you are."

She should be outraged, but only a low moan echoed from her mouth as she felt that lovely heat pool even hotter in her belly again. She shouldn't like being debased like this, but she did. He seemed to know what she was thinking as he smiled against her neck.

He scooted forward and pressed his legs into hers, keeping her thighs locked together tight before shifting ever slightly to slip his cock along her slit tauntingly. They both groaned at the sensation. She was so wet that he was able to grind against her easily. The head of his cock rubbed teasingly against her clit and she writhed back against him breathless. Unwittingly trying to angle him into her tight little entrance. He locked his arms around her as he fucked her shapely thighs and watched as her coil of pleasure began to wind tight again.

"Submit." He breathed and when she shook her head, unable to voice her denial, he shifted again and his cock left her well-attended and swollen clit alone. Georgiana whined in protest as he continued to chase his pleasure, but refused hers, "Submit or I'll continue to bring you to the edge with no relief while I find mine so close to your shuddering little hole."

"Charles." She gasped pleadingly.

It wasn't enough and he slid a hand over the curve of her ass and to the other hole that had thus far been neglected. It was almost as wet as her entrance and he prodded the rim tentatively, smirking as she tried to jerk away, "Even this little hole is winking in need."

He toyed and played with the delicate flesh, making her moan and cry, "Submit, Charlotte."

Instead of answering him, she pressed back against him suddenly trapping his hand between them. He found her gaze in the mirror and his breath was stolen by the desperate fire peering back at him. The muscles of her thighs tensed around his cock and he groaned at the exquisite feel. The little minx was trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

That just wasn't acceptable.

Before she could try to take further control, he pressed her down into the bed and soundly smacked her bottom, "That was very naughty, Charlotte."

"You...enjoyed it."

A surprisingly delighted smile tugged at his mouth and he spanked her again, "Mouthy, brat. Submit."

She yelped and shook her head.

"Very well." He murmured and continued to turn her little bottom red.

She yelped and whimpered with each strike, but to his amazement didn't try to pull away. Low sobs began to pull from her throat as he continued her punishment before finally, he stopped and placed a hand to either side of her head. He lowered his body down onto hers and nuzzled lightly against her cheek. He wished that she had let him remove the mask. Ever so gently, he ground against her warmed bottom until he felt her arch into him and stilled, "Submit. I can feel how much you want it. Submit, darling."

She was close to giving in, he could practically taste it. Georgiana whined lowly as she pressed desperately against him, "Charles, I... I..."

"You?" He drawled softly.

"Please."

He kept still and allowed her to writhe against him, "Please what, Charlotte?"

She grunted in frustration when she couldn't get him to move, "Please I... I need you..."

"You need me...?" His tongue lathed at the rim of her ear, "Come on, darling, just a few more words."

"I need you to..." She choked as his hand moved under her and swallowed the last of her pride, "God... I need you to -to take me. I –I s-submit. I submit. Please."

A pleased hum sounded above her before she felt Charles press a kiss to the crown of her head, "Good girl."

He sat back on his heels and widened her legs, admiring his handiwork as she presented to him. He placed a light kiss to either cheek before he pulled her hips up. No more teasing. They were both at the end of their patience. With little warning, he positioned himself at her weeping hole and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out at the intrusion and he lost his breath at her velvet tightness. He wasn't going to last long if she kept gripping him this titillatingly.

Georgiana's breath shuddered and groaned as she wiggled and attempted to adjust to his girth. He was much bigger than his fingers. Painfully so.

He pressed his head between her shoulder blades and groaned with every twitch and shift of her stretched muscles. His fingers left bruising marks in her hips before he withdrew and slammed into her again. She choked on a cry, lost somewhere in the realm between pain and pleasure as he set a punishing pace. It wasn't until he brushed against something that made her see stars that she found the strength to meet his thrusts with her own. It felt so good... so much better than his fingers.

It didn't take long before she felt that beautifully exquisite pressure again, building and swelling around his cock. However, this time she felt a heat tremble from the tip of her toes to burn through her legs to her core. It was almost unbearable.

Sensing she was near her end, Charles slid a hand further over her hip and to her swollen nub. His rough fingers pinched lightly at that sensitive organ and the resultant eruption was magnificent.

Georgiana cried out, her legs locking against his as she stiffened and trembled. It was too much and she pressed her face into the mattress as she spasmed around his cock, sobbing her release.

Charles moaned as she clenched tightly, her walls attempting to milk him of his seed. His hips stuttered in an irregular rhythm before he spilled into her. For a few moments more he continued to undulate against her, reveling in everything she gave him before his strength began to wane. With a heavy breath, he collapsed next to her and slowly drew her into his arms.

Their coupling had been intense...more than he expected. Her sobs had turned to quiet sniffles as she fought to regain control. Charles pressed a comforting hand to her back as he shushed her, "You're alright. You were so good, darling."

Georgiana clung to him. She wanted to ask if it was always like that but didn't want to betray the fact that she had just handed him the only thing that made her valuable in the world. Her virginity was gone and she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. Somehow, she doubted her wedding night would be this good. She took a few steadying breaths, allowing herself to take the comfort that Charles was offering. His soothing touches and whispered praises were doing much to settle her.

Slowly, the late hour began to dawn on her and she realized she needed to get back to her chambers before her father realized she was missing. Gingerly, she sat up, cringing as sticky seed and blood slid down her thighs. The pain to her bottom was secondary.

Charles frowned as he watched her, "Where are you going?"

Georgiana smiled faintly, "I need to leave before I'm missed."

She leaned back down and stole a last kiss before she stood on shaky feet and quickly donned her chemise and petticoat. Charles sat up and snatched her hand before she could get much further in her escape, "Stay. I hardly doubt a few more hours will matter."

"I'm not foolish enough to risk it." She countered, gently shaking him off and gathered the rest of her clothes. She could put everything else on in the hall. If she stayed then she would simply end up in his bed for the rest of the night.

Georgiana made it to the door before Charles spoke again, "Lady Charlotte, I believe you made me a promise if I was good."

She paused and eyed the smug glint in his eye and the arrogant smile painting his lips. The pride she had swallowed earlier reared its head again, "Bold of you to assume you were good, sir."

Instead of bringing him down a peg, his smile grew as he cocked a brow at her, "Charlotte, do I need to warm your lovely arse again?"

She blushed darkly at the reminder of their actions and even worse felt her walls clench in anticipation. At his chuckle, she sharply turned to the door again. Without giving herself time to think her actions through, she undid the lace of her mask and threw it back towards his bed before bolting out the door. He never had a chance to see her face.

It was only as he reached to grab the memento, that he noticed the blood. He stiffened and drew his fingers over the wet spot. He hadn't thought he had been that rough and she hadn't mentioned any undo pain to him. It was only as he replayed their affair that he remembered her tentativeness in touching him initially, the curiosity that had burned in her gaze... all that he had taken as an act of well-played coyness. Gods, it hadn't been an act. She had been truly innocent.

He quickly scampered for his trousers and leapt for the door, concern, and sudden possessiveness rearing within him. He wanted no one else to see her as he had or touch her. Odd considering, he wasn't even fully sure what she looked like, but it was too late... she was already gone.

Next Chapter

#charles brandon #charles brandon fanfiction #charles brandon fic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #duke of suffolk #anthony knivert #henry cavill #tudors fanfiction #tudors fanfic #the tudors #The Wiles of Men and Women

245 notes · View notes

prioritysope · 3 years

Text

Cheating

Reader: Female

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 13/26

read the prologue first!

"What do you want to see, Kawa?" Gaby asked with a small smile on her lips. She sat down on the couch, quite close to Oikawa. She was only wearing a somewhat transparent robe and Oikawa only had gray sweatpants, with his torso totally exposed.

Tooru grimaced, pretending he was thinking.

"You have long told me to see Boku No Hero Academia with you, I think it's time to please you." He murmured, placing her left arm around Gaby's shoulders so that he was closer to her body.

Everything was very quiet. Oikawa managed to understand the plot of the anime, not that it was so difficult to understand. He played with Gaby's loose hair while he watched television in full concentration. Surprisingly, they were both focused. Less in the parts that Bakugou Katsuki came out. Gaby was a bundle of small cries and sighs of a teenage girl in love.

"Simp." Tooru whispered, laughing at the brunette's reactions to a simple character. He admitted that Bakugou was so well drawn and looked extremely attractive.

Gaby simply ignored him, while continuing to comment on any of the characters.

"Did Deku really hold onto All Might's leg? All for talking to him." Tooru spoke again, letting out another laugh.

"It's quite funny the faces that he does just because he did not close his mouth and eyes." Gaby answered, following his laugh and giving him a couple of hits on his thigh.

----

It's only been an hour and a half since they started watching anime, and they were already on episode five. Gaby was very entertained, and being a total simp. Which made Oikawa desperate, even though he knew he didn't have to get jealous over a stupid 2D character. However, hearing her talk so much about each character and sometimes blurting things out in a double sense, made him want to fill that little mouth with his cock, so that she would shut up for a while.

He didn't wait long to take her by the neck, squeezing it a little to make her look into his eyes.

Tooru didn't wait long to take her by the neck, squeezing it a little to make her look into his eyes. With his other hand, he pulled Gaby up onto his lap. Still her right hand on her neck, he brought her face closer. Her lips inches away. After a few minutes, he planted her lips on hers in a hungry kiss. He loosened her hand from her throat, lowering her to her chest, squeezing one breast. Oikawa left a hard slap on Gaby's ass.

She let out a loud whimper, holding on to Tooru's broad shoulders.

"Please, Kawa." She whispered. Feeling her heart beat slamming against her rib cage. Her whole body falling into some kind of trance of the thicker the veil of arousal clouding her brain becomes.

"Atta girl." Tooru sighed and leans back with a soft sigh falling past those plump limps and for some reason, the way he pulls the soft flesh in between his teeth easily elicits a single whimper from her throat. "Tell me what you want, come on, little cutie." He encourages her and caresses her naked thighs with his thumbs; his delicate touch drives Gaby mad to the point of insanity.

Gaby let her fingers find home in his brown curls.

"Right now, I want to suck your cock." She whispered against his plump lips, giving a short kiss.

"Then, get on your knees." Oikawa demanded, releasing the brunette's body and putting his hands on the sofa.

However, it was kinda crazy how her pussy was clenching around nothing. All because of Oikawa's dominating attitude. She was fascinated by that side of him. Gaby sighed, getting off Tooru's lap. She knelt between his legs. Oikawa opened his legs a little more and she took the elastic of the sweatpants next to the boxers, while Oikawa lifted his pelvis a little, to make it easier for her. His hard cock slammed into his abdomen, swollen and a little pre-cum spilling from the tip.

"Don't drool, pretty one." Tooru teased, placing his right hand on Gaby's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "I can see how you want me, princess." He removed his hand from her, laying it back on the couch.

Gaby tensed her thighs, rubbing it together in a attempt to alleviate the arousal pooling in her panties.

She took his dick, beginning to slowly masturbating it, without taking her eyes off the brunette. Gaby gave Tooru a flirtatious smile before running her tongue from the base to the tip of it, giving circle movements. Her free hand rested on his thigh as Oikawa hisses with a sharp breath. With a hand against the base, pulling back to work him with a few strokes and stopping only when his cock is sticky and slick with her spit. Tooru rolls his eyes when she pump him shallowly, sliding her toungue over the dripping slit. "Feels good, Daddy?"

Oikawa's face darkens scarily fast, fingers digging into her hair at the new title for him. It sparks something, spreading like wildfire in his brown eyes and Gaby knew she have him right where she wanted. Gaby had never called him like that, but the heat she's feeling at the moments haves her overwhelming.

Tooru's fingers dig loosely into her hair but his other hand guides his cock towards her mouth, slapping it over her lips. "Open up."

A small smile appears on Gaby's lips before she opens her mouth, totally happy to receive his thick cock in her mouth. Shocks of pleasure invaded her body, from head to toe, at the authority dripping from his tone.

Gaby twitch with every thrust, choking on a few gags whenever he strays too deep and nudges the back of her throat. She lowered her hands down Oikawa's thighs, bringing them to her own lap. Over the robe, she pressed against her clit, desperate for friction in that area. "Don't you dare," Oikawa grinds out, fucking in hard, "Put those hands where I can see them."

Tooru drew back, leaving his gentle side for a brutal one, using her throat at his own pleasure, taking some of the air out of her lungs. It was hard to keep her eyes open, especially when he's adamant on rolling to the back of her skull as he keep using her throat.

"There you go, pretty girl." He grunts, burying himself in your mouth. Gaby swallow, choking on a gag as he forces himself deeper, until her lips stretch around the base and your nose brushes in his pelvis.

Gaby tries to hold herself steady– curling her finger toes against the floor at her thighs where he'd told her to keep them. Tooru chuckle her every cry–prying open her jaw with the thick shape of his cock but the moans are what finally send him over the edge.

"That's it. Take it." Oikawa barks, panting. His hands curls around her head, hair tight in his grip when he wrenches it back and he leans his back against the sofa. "Don't you dare spill any of it, do you hear me?"

Gaby's mouth is too full to speak but she go lax in response, looking up at him with teary eyes and a nod. After a few more thrust he spills, burying as deep as possible. He pulses hot over her tongue, deep enough for her to miss the taste but when Oikawa pulls out in rapid succession it's to let the rest splatter over her face.

She keeped her tongue out obediently, eyes falling shut when Tooru finally finishes with a shaky groan. He pulls away a few seconds later, chest heaving lightly as he tucks himself back into his sweatpants, wipping away the mess painted across Gaby's face. "My good girl." He breathes, smiling softly.

"Is that all you got, Daddy?" Gaby whispered, raising an eyebrow. She wanted Oikawa to give his all.

Tooru laughed at her rhetorical question. He took her again by her neck, bringing their faces closer. Their lips totally brushing. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" He said on hers lips, before kissing her roughly, but quickly. "What a cockhungry slut, aren't ya?"

He signals Gaby with his fingers to get up and he do the same. His hands went to rest on her waist, beginning to leave wet kisses down her neck and shoulders. As she could, he helped her to remove her robe, leaving only her panties. One of his hands traveled over the brunette's breasts, ending up in her underwear. Two of his fingers slid down her wet folds, making gentle circles on her clit and then going to her entrance, giving a little bit of pressure. After a couple of seconds, he inserted one of his fingers first, causing Gaby to squirm a bit, feeling Oikawa's bare chest on her back.

"Kawa–" Gaby whimpered softly.

He teases the spot– doesn't stop his slow, coaxing motions. "So wet," he purrs into her ear, huffing out a laugh when her moans reverberates through him, "So tight, too."

"Tooru!" The plea of his name is mindless, wrung free from the overwhelming need that cascades over Gaby. Oikawa holds her steady, even when her entire body trembles and threatens to drop when he finally slips another finger into her dripping cunt, still giving wet kisses down her neck.

"I'm gonna stuff this pretty little cunt of yours to the brim with my cock." He whispered, curling his fingers. Gaby's legs are already shaking, half of the time it would have normally taken and he supposes that's all he needs to know.

"Pretty please, Daddy!" She grinds out, a bitter noise spilling from your clenched teeth. It was embarrassing how quickly he drags her to the edge, pumping his fingers a few more testing times just to feel way her cunt tightens, walls fluttering around them when prods at the spot that makes her eyes sting. "Fuck me senseless."

"So I want you lying on the dining room table, legs spread for me." Tooru ordered, his voice completely husky as he spanked her ass, after removing his fingers from inside her. Those two fingers, he brought them to his mouth, moaning at the taste of her. "You taste so good, pretty one."

Gaby just nodded, to finish removing her panties and go quickly to the dining room table, leaning on it and spread her legs. She could feel the wetness of it on her thighs, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed. Oikawa took off the sweatpants along with the boxers, leaving them next to the other clothes that were on the floor. He walked slowly towards her, a somewhat sadistic smile on his lips.

Tooru took her right leg, resting it on his shoulder. From her place, he could see her entire body. That body that drove him completely crazy. He could have her like this every day and never get tired. It was like an addiction, but a good one. Oikawa with his left hand aligned the tip of her cock at her entrance while his right hand squeezed the thigh of the leg that was raised, burying his fingers a little. With a single thrust, he thrust inside her. The tight walls of her pussy, gently molded to her size. If not because he had self-control, he would bealready thrusting into her instantly without mercy; however, he doesn't want to hurt her either.

"Kawa-" She moaned softly again.

"Don't worry, baby." He leans in to give her kisses all over her face, ending on her lips. "I'll take good care of you." He groans against her ear at the tighness of her dripping cunt.

She cling to him as best as she can, a warbled moan of Oikawa as he begins rolling his hips into her, nipping at her ear. He pushes himself up, pounding into the wet heat with a force that makes her yelp, scrambling and raking nails down his back. The red welts rise immediately, tearing a groan free from him.

"So good, Tooru." She whined, high and heedy. Her head falls back, neck craning when she push up to meet him, rolling her hips as best as she can. Oikawa drops to her shoulder, panting hot into her ear as faint groans slip free and go straight to your core. "So good- I can't."

He loves seeing her become a nonsense babbling mess from his cock. Gaby let out a row of moans and little cries, telling Tooru how much he's stretching her insides.

"You're doing so well, taking my fat cock like a good girl. You got this." He praise her, bringing his left hand to her cunt, to give gentle caresses in circles to her neglected clit.

With every inch, she felt herself growing more and more breathless; the feeling of being stuffed so full completely overwhelming her and while she's trying her best to keep her noises and cries down, Oikawa cannot get himself to look away from the spot where their bodies are connecting.

"I wanna completely destroy this cute cunt of yours, pretty girl." He grunts pulling his cock out a little bit to observe her juices coating his skin in the prettiest shades of white.

Gaby sob at his words, pleasure from the stretch sending her into a haze of pure ecstacy and she found herself struggling to form a proper sentence. It takes him a couple of seconds to bottoming her out again. Both of them groaning and moaning at the feeling of Oikawa's cock grazing the entrance of her womb and Gaby can't help but clench around him even more.

Tooru's thrust are harsh, they're rough and fast; with every single snap of his hips, he elicits a loud moan and makes sure to graze the entrance to her womb all while nudging their noses; a gesture so soft compared to the harshness of his fucking.

"That's it, baby." He smiles and looks at her. "Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, hm? I know you can do it." And by the time those words manage to reach her foggy brain. she's already arching her back as a huge wake of pleasure hits Gaby in the best yet worst way possible.

However, Oikawa is just as close to finish too.

His movemenst have grown sloppier, less controlled; his moans louder, grunts deeper, growls heavier. He's barely talking to her anymore as the pleasure takes over every single one of his nerves and his cock starts throbbing more and more with every single one of his thrust.

"Daddy, please cum inside of me. I need you to breed me." Her words are slurred and barely coherent.

She tries her best to watch the way his cheeks blush even harder as he bites hips lips, spurting his creamy cum inside of her tight walls with a row of soft grunts and heavy breaths.

"You were so good for me, baby." He said, massaging the skin of her thighs in his big hands. Later he pulls out, watching how a little bit of his cum comes out of her cunt.

He starts caressing her tummy softly, his calloused hands giving goosebumps over Gaby's skin and easily fills her chest with that certain warmth.

"What if we take a shower together?" Gaby offered with a tired smile.

Oikawa gave her a soft kiss, nodding after pulling away from her.

#oikawa fluff #oikawa x oc #oikawa fanfiction #oikawa smut #hq smut #hq fanfic #hq oikawa

23 notes · View notes