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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey hey! 👋

First. I just love how creative your stories and headcanon are. Keep going, you're doing good! I m sending good vibes into your way ✨

So! I was wondering if you would write some HC on the theme "Can you check on me?" Please? ~

With the CF 99' (and maybe Omega too), Howzer, Rex, and anyone who think of. In an established relationship or not, as you wish! 🎶

Aloha! Thank you very much! :)) Sorry you had to wait so long for this, let me see what I can do....

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HC's - Can You Check On Me?

Warnings: Mention Of Menstrual Bleeding (No graphic description)/Fluffy/Suggestive/Crosshair

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Hunter

He knows what's going on when you ask him to check on your behind. Poor Hunter's senses are full of you around a week before and while you are menstruating. To him, your hormones are all over the place. He's a bit stressed about it, but all you see is your sweet man, being calm and collected as he's doing you the favor to check.

"Nothing to see, except a really sweet butt, Mesh'la"

You feel heat creep into your cheeks and ears.

"Aren't you a charmer"

You have no idea how much he's trying not to be all over you, by now he's a master at hiding things like that. Hunter doesn't want to come across like a creep or one of those guys simply controlled by their private parts. It's not his fault his senses give him a hard time.

Echo

"Check on what?"

"My behind"

He blinks, blushes a bit and says, "Oookay, and what am I to check your sweet butt for?"

"Anything out of the ordinary"

Echo scratches the back of his head and says, "There is nothing out of the ordinary. Should there be?"

You chuckle and shake your head, giving him a little kiss.

"No, Echo. I have my monthly thing... you know. I was just afraid it might show"

He needs two heartbeats, but then he nods.

"Oh now I get it. No, there is nothing, you're all good"

With a smirk, he adds, "But I keep checking regularly, just in case"

Wrecker

"Can you check on me?"

"For what, hun?"

"My behind"

Wrecker blinks.

"You want me to check out your butt?"

As you nod, he shrugs and does as he is told.

"Hmm"

"What?", you ask, alarmed.

"Well, very nice view, sweet cheeks, could do this a while longer"

"So there is nothing out of the ordinary?", you ask with a little sigh.

"No nothin'", he says chuckling, "What did you expect? A third buttock?"

You sigh but have to grin.

"Don't be silly, Wrecker. No, I got monthly thing and..."

"Oh, say no more, I get it. You're good, nothin' to see"

You kiss his chin.

"Thanks big guy"

Tech

"Can you please check on my behind?"

Tech pauses and looks up.

"What?"

"My behind, would you check it please"

He blinks and says a little confused, "I very regularly check on your behind. I didn't know you were actually into me doing that"

You blink and turn around to look at him again, a little surprised.

"You what?"

Tech blinks, tightening his grip around his holopad a little more.

"Oh, judging by your surprise, I guess your request was of a different nature than I thought."

"You have a thing for my ass?", you ask with a smirk.

Blushing, Tech answers, "I thought it was obvious. But it seems I was hiding my admiring glances quite well"

You kiss his rosy cheek and say, "We should really look into that habit of yours later, but for now, I just wanted to know if I'm good to go. No stains or anything?"

Clever Tech finally knows what's going on.

"You mean because of your menstrual bleeding? There is nothing to see, you're clean"

"Good, thanks"

After clearing his throat, he says, "I'll keep checking sporadically"

Crosshair

He's reacting not the way you expected him to, when you ask the question.

"Sure. Turn around"

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading it properly, making you squeal in surprise.

"Feels okay"

"I didn't mean..." you interrupt yourself and say angrily, "Okay?! Just okay?!"

You can hear him chuckle behind you as he drags you into a nearby, lonely corner.

"Okay enough for me to want you right here and now. Come on, down with your pants", he hums into your ear.

His voice, the closeness of his body, the way he presses against you, you almost do as he says.

"Stop!"

Crosshair freezes.

"What is it?"

"I asked you to check on me because... you know, I got my monthly thing and I wanted to know if there are stains or anything"

Crosshair takes a deep breath and sighs, surrendering. He looks at you and says, "No stains, you're good"

"Thanks"

"Freakin' tease"

"Look who's talking", you chuckle.

He smirks and grabs your hand.

"Come on, let's go get condoms"

"But-"

"Hey, as long as you are not in pain, I don't mind. You've got me all riled up"

You chuckle, "I didn't do anything"

"Shut up, Kitten", he says softly, pulling you along.

Rex

"What?"

He's flustered and can't really tell if you joke around, messing with him.

"Would you check my behind, the bottom of my pants"

Rex shrugs and looks at your butt. But he says nothing.

"And?"

"And what?", he asks, puzzled.

"Is there anything out of the ordinary? Stains, maybe?"

Frowning, he says, "No. Why would there be?"

But then he remembers.

"Oh, okay, sorry. I'm slow to catch on today. Your monthly thing, right?"

You nod with a little smile.

"Nothing to see, everything clean. But I don't mind checking occasionally", he says with a little chuckle, and kisses your temple, giving your ass a soft little pat.

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eureka-its-zico · 7 months

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So, there I was minding my own business working on Chapter 5, when suddenly, my adhd decided to skip where we were to the middle/end-ish and write a whole ass scene that was not planned, but now I like it so much I have to rewrite what I have to make sure it fits.

Below is a preview of the scene.

“God, I don’t know which one of them is worse. Can that even be classified as dancing?”

Nami’s soft laughter filtered over to him and Zoro couldn’t help but respond with a smile. At some point, you’d dived head first into too many of the giant fishbowls, deciding not to heed his warning, and came out the other side completely and utterly shit faced. So, when Usopp asked you to join him out on the dance floor, you hadn’t hesitated. For the last hour, Zoro wished there was a camera around just to hold this moment hostage from time.

He watched as you did moves he was willing to bet, if you were sober, would flush your cheeks in the rosy hue he’d found himself becoming obsessed with ever since he’d placed that snowdrop behind your ear. Another moment that time had taken he’d hoped to have burned into his memory. The way you’d looked up at him shifted something inside him, and Zoro wasn’t sure if he could ever get it back, or if he even cared it was gone.

You were in the middle of your next move - one arm behind your head while the the other was close to your side. Your shoulder rotating in strange circles as your body bounced off beat. Usopp had gone back to doing a shuffle beside you that broke you out of your dance and into his.

Zoro could feel a smile threatening to burst its way on to his lips. Quickly, he brought his glass of beer up and took a long pull from the glass.

“You’re different with her.” Every word was punctuated. Slow. As if Nami was afraid saying it too fast would spook him.

He took the glass from his lips and set it back on his thigh. His hand still wrapped around the cool mug as he finally regarded Nami.

“I’m not different with anybody.”

“Well, that’s not true. You’re different with Luffy; with us. I’m betting you don’t look at us the way you look at her, though.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It’s nothing.

God, he wanted it to be true. Even now, however, he could feel his neck straining to stay facing Nami’s direction. He wanted to look back and see what you were doing. To make sure you were safe.

And that the waiter hadn’t magically appeared from some corner of hell.

Nami must have known he was lying. She may have been a thief, but Zoro had come to realize her bullshit calling meter was the best he’d ever seen. She regarded him coolly with her brows raised in mock shock.

“I have eyes, Zoro. Unless you’re looking at me the same way when I’m not looking - it’s different.”

If he played it cool, kept his face free of emotion, and didn’t react he could still call her a liar. It was a solid plan that would’ve worked if his jaw hadn’t ticked in annoyance. Zoro wasn’t annoyed with Nami. He was annoyed at himself for being caught wanting something -someone - besides his goal.

He looked down into the safety of the amber liquid in his glass. Unsure of what - how - to begin to deny you hadn’t snuck in and taken a piece of him and called it yours. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“Look,” Nami sighed the word. “I know you’ve got your own thing going on. Who doesn’t.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming,” he grumbled.

“But it’s okay to still want other things too.”

Zoro allowed himself to look up from the safety of the glass and willed himself to appear emotionless as he considered her. His mind still mulling over her words and what Nami could possibly be trying to get at.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like her.”

#Chaos in Their Bones #Chaos in Their bones preview #it’s just too good to NOT use in the story and now I’m just groaning #I’m not like too far in maybe like 1.5k words but still #I’m annoyed at myself 🤣🤣#thanks for coming to my ted talk #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #one piece live action #opla

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years

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A Beautiful, Terrible Thing 1

A/N: This is the first part, I hope you like it Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1894

Warnings: Abusive parents, aslo distant parents and angst I think thats it

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Sir Rhodey stood in the castle shooting range, the youngest prince of the family of Stark, the kingdom he defended, the young boy of the two holding the arrow and bow, Y/n the older sister of the young prince, smirked when he missed the target, Rhodey sent a glare at the young woman. “It’s alright young Prince Aron, you just need more training, don't listen to your sisters snickering.” Rhodey' hand was on the young boy's shoulder.

The dark curls of the boy shook as he nodded. “Yes, Sir Rhodey.” Then he turned and stuck his tongue out at his older sister.

Y/n stood with a look of determination on her face, she marched towards her brother, and took the bow, and an arrow out of his quiver, the cool air of the ocean cut through her hair as she pulled back the arrow on the string. “Princess.” Rhodey Said close to her ear as a hushed warning knowing if any one saw her do what she was thinking about doing she would be in a shit ton of trouble. She released the arrow anyway and it hit the center spot on the target. Her lip twitched and pulled into a smirk.

“Y/n!” Her mother Queen Maria hissed. “What in god's earth do you think you're doing?”

The bow was still in the nine-teen year old's hand. “I’m showing your youngest how to shoot an arrow.” Y/n quipped.

The Queen grabbed the Princess by the upper arm and pulled her roughly to her, making her drop the bow, Rhodey averted his eyes, the older woman of the group led the Princess to the castle.

“She’ll be alright, she’s strong.” The young boy told the tall knight. Rhodey took a deep inhale of air through his nose, and started walking towards the castle, the young Prince followed.

The Queen had pulled Y/n through the castle until they got to her chambers, the Queen pulled open one of the doors and slammed it behind her, she threw her daughter towards her bed, the girl hitting her head on the large wooden bedpost, she put her hand to the back of her head, pulling it to look at her palm, to see blood. “You Are To Marry, Not Fight, A Woman Does Not Have A Use For A Bow!” The Queen yelled at the girl. “Luckly we’ve found a King from the north who would be willing to take you.”

“I will not, and you say that as though I’m a burden.” The Princess hissed.

The Queen looked down at the girl “Oh don’t act as though you aren't, you are to be ready for your journey by tomorrow.”

“I won't go, I will see what Anthony thinks.” Y/n fought.

The mother stepped closer to her daughter; she had lifted her hand so swiftly that the princess couldn’t react before skin met skin. “I am your mother; you will not talk to me as though I am a fool.” The woman left the room, leaving the girl to be, tears stinging her eyes.

The princess marched to her brother's office, and opened the doors where she found her father, King Howard, and her brother. “I assume you heard of the decision.” Her Father said.

Her older brother looked to his father in confusion. “What decision?”

“I and your mother found a man willing to take your sister's hand in marriage.” Their father told him.

Anthony looked at his sister with sadness. “Father, we are the kingdom of Stark, our name alone means honor, and honor doesn't mean treading our family to other kingdoms.”

“Honor means whatever I wish to be.” Howard snapped at both his children. “I assume your mother told you to be ready by morning and that is what I expect too.” Y/n knew to bite her tongue now, so she left the room in silence.

Tony went to follow his younger sister when his father stopped him with a verbal command. “Don’t leave this room until I say so.”

Y/n laid on her bed tears rolling down her cheeks, the door opened. “Issy I’m sorry.” Tony apologized.

“It’s not your fault.” She sniffled. “Why do they treat me as though I am a bastard?”

“You're not a bastard.” Tony told her, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I suppose now that you're nine-teen you should know, amongst our family there are bastards.” The Princesses brows furrowed. “I may be the future King, but our father has always and will always have wandering hands and eyes. I'm going to be honest with you, you're the only legitimate child of this throne, though I’m the firstborn of fathers seed, that's why I will be King as for Aron, he was only took home in mother's womb the seed that made him was impure, you're the only child of both seed and womb.”

“Then Why Do They Want To Get Rid Of Me!” Y/n cried out tears now streaming down her cheeks.

Tony took a deep breath. “Because you're the only one who reminds them that they could love each other.”

“Go.” Y/n simply implied, the Prince left the room. Y/n cried herself to sleep that night, her life falling to pieces in front of her, as long as she had been alive.

She had been woken up bright and early; her ladies got her dressed for her travels, as her things were carried out in large trunks.

For the majority of the carriage ride of the day she was silent; it concerned the ladies. The whole ride to the north was much the same as the first day. When they pulled up to the large stone castle of the north, Y/n got out of the carriage. There stood a man with a black cape lined with fur wrapped close to him, his hair hit to his shoulders, a deep mahogany brown, his blue eyes would make ice envy itself, a dark crown sat atop his head. “Welcome, Princess Y/n.” The girl nodded; the King's brow furrowed. “From what your parents told me you didn’t seem like a mute maybe they lied.”

“Don't insult me.” Her voice was louder than her maidens expected after the silence. Her breath was shown through the air. "I was practically sold to you; you will at least leave me be.” The girl surpassed the King, walking into the castle.

The King, James, smirked to himself as his captain of the guard, Steven walked up to the man. “Is she what you expected?”

“Aye, she is.” James said to him, the men headed into the castle, the Princess stood in the entrance. “I see you couldn’t find your chambers.”

The princess frowned. “No.” She admitted. “I also don’t know any of your staff.”

“I know, let me show you the way.” He told her, walking ahead of her his steps were fast paced compared to hers, her dress dragging her down.

“Do I need to bite my tongue around you.” Y/n's lips pierced.

“I like a firry little one like you that’s why I chose you.” He said to her with a smirk. “Your parents though think I can tame you.”

“They speak of me as though I am a beast.” She hissed out.

“Aye, they do I question why though you seem to be smart.” He told her, as they approached the doors to the chambers. “Here we are, I’d like to have a moment with the princess of the south.” The King said stopping the group.

Y/n’s ladies looked at her hesitantly, not wanting to leave their Princess alone in the presence of a man. Y/n nodded for them to stay they stood near the doors the King opened them, closing them behind the princess. “If you try anything, before the wedding night I'll take your hand.”

The King smirked. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

“It smells of you.” She commented. “And it looks as though a man sleeps in here.”

He laughed. “A man dose sleep in here, princess, North and South are different form each other, like winter and spring.” She whipped her head at as to ask what he means by that. “South men and women don’t sleep together unless there consummating, in the North so long as your promised to them, consummating or not you sleep together.”

“As long as their prom-”

The King cut her off. “There are exceptions to that I suppose.”

“So, this is your-” She felt frustrated now with how the King kept cutting her off.

“Our chambers, I’ll have my servants carry in your things, for now Your ladies will get you something more appropriate for the North.” He told her, the man left the room, then her ladies entered, first dressed in a white dress shirt then a blue over dress along with boots, and fur cloak to go over it all.

“Why all the layers?” Y/n asked her ladies.

“It gets quite cold even in the castle walls.” Wanda answered.

Once dressed, Y/n walked towards the doors to leave the room, that is where she found Captain Steven, he bowed to her. “I’ll lead you to the dining hall your grace.” He said.

“Thank you, Captain.” She nodded to him.

He led her to two great doors, he pushed them open, King’s eyes met yours, they were brightening by the grin on his lips. “Princess I am glad your warm now, come sit with us and feast.”

King James confused The Princess, with how opposite he was to other Kings he was kind and surprisingly respectful and gentle in away, she sat at the table this time it was the kings turn to get confuse. “Why do you sit opposite of me when you are to be my queen?” He questioned.

“You want me to sit on your right?” She asked him.

“Of course.” He answered, she got out of her seat and moved to be at his right. “Y/n you are to be my queen, and until then you are going to be treated as though you are, I’ll make sure of it.”

“King James-”

He cut her off once again. “Please call me James or Bucky.”

Her brows furrowed at the second name. “James, why are you so kind to me, when I'm an out sider?”

“I don’t view you as an outsider, I chose to have you as my wife because of the power I can see behind your eyes, not just because we need an alliance, but because I could see myself loving you, Y/n, I see a pain in you that I want to heel.” He said to her. “I do also want to let you know I’m going to send back your ladies to the south, I want you to learn more about the North.” He informed her.

“I want to keep one from the south here.” She spoke, his brows furrowed showing that he was willing to hear her out. “Wanda she is my closest friend, since I was a child.”

“I understand, more than you think, of course I’ll let you keep someone familiar around.” He smiled; she could tell he was older than her because the little folds by his eyes.

“Thank you, James.” She smiled great fully.

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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

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jennagrinsoverml · 3 years

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Do you have any Adrien-centric angst fics? Like, fics that will completely gut you emotionally and you have to lay down for an hour after you read it just to decompress?something like that?

I've recced angst fics before, but let's have some SADRIEN hours around here, shall we?

a fight that you were born to lose by @captainkirkk

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

One-shot. (But a LONG one-shot--it's 18k.) This one really digs deep into the abuse that Adrien suffers at Gabriel's hands and the emotional fallout from that. Gabriel is really, really, really terrible here. Worse, I don't think it's OOC at all. This fic is gorgeous, but it's a hard read and it goes to some dark places.

Anhedonia/When Adrien Met Marinette... by @mikauzoran

Chat Noir hadn’t been lying when he told Ladybug he’d moved on. It was only when he found out that Ladybug was Marinette that he realized he was wrong. Meanwhile, Marinette thinks that she’s missed her chance when Adrien insists that he’s gotten over his feelings. Now, they’re roommates and making themselves miserable as they pine for one another, thinking the situation’s hopeless. Things finally come to a head, and they’re forced to sit down and have an honest conversation about their feelings.

One-shot. Adrien's just so sad and lonely and pining here, and I'm here for it. I really found myself getting swept away in his feelings as I was reading. This isn't dark and doesn't get into any heavy issues like some of the other fics on this list, but I found that it was very relatable and evoked a lot of emotion.

Adrien and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @vickyvicarious

Chat Noir's used to bad luck - it kind of comes with the territory. But detransforming in the middle of a crowd of reporters is a little worse luck than he’s used to having.

And he hasn’t heard a thing from Ladybug since.

(AKA the "everyone finds out all at once" angst fic no one asked for.)

One-shot. Oof, does this one ever hurt. Adrien's painfully in-character, and the way he's trying so very hard to stay positive even as his life is completely falling apart and everyone keeps hurting him...it's so him and it packs a punch.

The Importance of the Black Cat by @chatonne-rousse

Plagg gets down almost two full wedges of cheese before Adrien sits down on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Plagg?” His voice is quiet but doesn’t betray any emotion yet. That’s actually more worrying.

Steeling himself, Plagg swallows the last big bite of cheese and zips from the desk to perch on top of the globe, facing his holder. “What’s up?”

He heaves another sigh before looking up into Plagg’s eyes, emotions still unreadable.

“How important is the black cat?”

*****

Adrien has a lot on his mind - concerns, questions, doubts. And right now, he has only one being to confide in. There is not enough cheese in the world to make Plagg want to handle this situation, but his holder needs him, and he knows two things with certainty: his very important place in the world, and that no one hurts his kitten. Not if he has anything to say about it.

One-shot. You want some season 4 flavour Adrien angst? How about some post-Optigami wallowing? I love the portrayal of Adrien and Plagg's relationship with the mix of light and heavy. Pretty sure I still owe Rosie a sequel to this one because I wanted to see more resolution afterwards and made the mistake of sharing my thoughts on that 🙈 It's just very thought-provoking!!

Working Past It by Taitai83

Chat is deeply hurt by Ladybug's actions, and he needs to process those feelings. He finds that confiding in a friend is helpful in finding clarity.

One-shot. Here, have some more season 4 angst! This one is shamefully overlooked. Go read it and help fix that!! Remember when Gang of Secrets came out and we all wondered how Chat would react when he found out Ladybug told someone her identity? This was an early stab at that, and I found the reactions and thought processes here to be so in character. Plus there's some nice marichat hurt/comfort, though purely platonic.

Timetagger 3 by rosebud1000

Years after Hawkmoth's defeat, Marinette and Adrien encounter Timetagger for the third time. And this battle hits closer to home than any other.

One-shot. Here we have some more of the fallout from Gabriel being a shitty parent, only we have an adult Adrien who is a father himself struggling to reconcile how his father acted with his own parental feelings. As a parent, I really felt this one.

Chat Noir's Family by fleurjaune

The thing is-

The thing is Adrien doesn’t actually mean to lie. Not at first anyway, but they have to keep their secret identities secret don’t they?

And his family, well, their tragedy is out there for the world to see and the world did see it.

One-shot. The more Chat lies about his life and his family, the more we learn about Adrien and see how he wishes his life was. And that chasm...really fucking hurts. I wish this sweet boy could have the kinds of relationships and family dynamics he lies about.

Partners by @karkalicious769

"Um." Alya fidgeted nervously as her earrings beeped their countdown. "Ask me a question that only Ladybug would know the answer to."

Chat Noir barred his teeth, and— Were they always that sharp? At least he wasn't growling again. "You are not Ladybug," he snapped.

"Just do it!"

It was all Alya had to go off of and she really needed to pull this partnership together before the akuma got any worse. She wasn't deluded enough to think that she could do this without Chat Noir.

One-shot. SPOILERS FOR HACK-SAN!!! And yet some more season 4 feels because let's be serious, this season is putting our kitty through the ringer. And this fic definitely does it, though by playing with the episode a little. Although we've got a tight Alya POV, Adrien's hurt and suffering is palpable, and made all the worse by how resigned he is. Read this and sufferrrrrr.

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movedtodykedvonte · 3 years

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Omg imagine how the lords would react to Ethan trying to teach Rose how to say their name

For when Rose starts leaving the baby babble stage:

Alcina Dimitrescu

She insists that if Ethan teaches Rose her name he include the full thing plus the title

He tells her that it will be difficult and Alcina tells him to never doubt the capabilities of his own child. He reminds her Rose is a fucking baby

Hovers and makes sure Ethan is teaching her how to say LADY Alcina Dimitrescu.

Technically Rose is successful as she got something that sounds like Lady out. Alcina says it is a good start and acts uninterested but is crying when she gets home.

It reminds her of the newborn nature her girls were like when they first came to be.

Rose is the only person allowed to give her nicknames or just call her lady

Donna + Angie

Angie just starts screaming words at Rose, in hopes one sticks. Ethan clarifies that is not how teaching words works

Donna is very reasonable and says that Ethan can start small with her and try “Don”. Angie stops screaming and says she wants Ethan to teach her name too

They let Ethan do his thing but Angie secretly puts on puppet shows for Rose were she is trying to get her to babble out one of their names

“This is my friend Shirley and Huey and whose this? That’s right Donna and her friend Angie. Can you say that, D-O-N-N-A and A-N-G-I-E?”

Donna allows this and sits close by. Ethan is kinda relieved he has one less tutoring lesson to do

When she finally gets something, she’s a little confused because she can’t tell who is supposed to be Donna/Angie. Rose calls them “Dongie” and Angie insist Donna make a doll hybrid of them.

Salvatore Moreau

Surprised Ethan even bothered to make the trek to have him be involved in the process of learning his name. Ethan insists that he wouldn’t leave him out (also Rose learns names faster if she can put a face to it)

Actually the first time Ethan learns his first name and he realizes that it might be too many hard syllables for Rose, tries to shorten it to Sal or just Moreau for now

Salvatore is now happy the baby is learning who he is and also he gets a nickname! He’s gonna have to get a second piece of paper for his “Social interactions of the month” list.

Rose learns his name surprisingly quick! Possibly cause his voice is funny and so she listens more closely. Again she mixes Sal and Morea and we get Salmo. Ethan said it sounded like Salmon and now Rose calls him that

Moreau has two nicknames and is super happy Rose not only isn’t scared of him, but likes being in the reservoir, asks Ethan if he can visit with Rose more often

Ethan says yes as long as Moreau can get the retching and like copious amounts of fungus in check (like seriously dude, no one visits cause its rank up in there)

Karl Heisenberg

says he doesn’t want the baby to learn his name. Says he plans on finding a way out soon and it be no use to Rose to put a name to a face she’ll never see

Ethan knows Karl’s chances of getting out are practically impossible and that Karl just doesn’t wanna get attached. Respects his wishes tho... yeah right I’m lying

Doesn’t outright teach Rose, Karl’s name but brings her around more when he visits and uses his name a lot more

“What a bang up job, Karl. This is some nice wielding work, Karl. Don’t you think K-A-R-L did a good job Rosie?”

Karl doesn’t pick up on it until Rose actually says his name. He’s beyond impressed that Rose got it before he picked up on Ethan’s tricks. He gets Ethan back tho (Rose learns the fuck word)

Acts like he doesn’t care but def brags to Alcina and the other lords that Rose learned his REAL name, no nickname or associated word. Plus Rose excitedly shouting “KARL :D” every time she sees him does wonders on his mood.

Rosemary Winters (Bonus; Lords nicknames for her)

Alcina calls her Lady Winters as a sign of respect and playfulness

Donna calls her bud to play on her like of gardening and Rose(Bud)

Angie calls her Rosie cause she likes the idea of them both having the IE sound

Sal calls her guppy or tadpole. Sometimes he’ll call her Vie, life in French, both because of the song La Vie en Rose and I headcanon him being of French descent.

Karl calls her Little Winters or (was gonna be prick but Ethan would kill him)

They all fight over which nickname is best suited for her.

#rose baby babbles and all the lords are like #'go off queen #rosemary winters #ethan winters #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #salvatore moreau #moreau #karl heisenberg #father ethan au #re 8 #resident evil village #resident evil

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piscesparker · 3 years

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The one where Tom finds out H.O

Holland!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, typos

Secret. That was one way to describe your relationship with Harrison. It all started as casual flirting and mutual pining which led to having a six month relationship which no one knew about, it was a bit fun at first the endless sneaking around and stolen kisses made the two of you realize that you couldn't live without each other.

It was just another day when you and Harrison were care free, cuddling on the couch thinking you had the whole house to your selves. "This is so nice," You hummed contently as you snuggled in his chest, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"I wish for that too darling." Your boyfriend agreed, stoking your hair, "I'm scared of how Tom would react to us dating but we will tell him soon okay?" He said kissing your temple.

Suddenly your loving moment was interrupted by the sound of the door being slammed, startling the both of you and resulting you to fall on the floor. "Nope, it's not here." You exclaimed as you saw Tom approaching the two of you. "Oh darn it." Harrison played along.

"Hey Tom." you greeted him.

"What are you two doing?" Tom asked.

"I was just searching for..."

"Her scarf, she was searching for her scarf." Harrison finished your sentence, Tom eyed you suspiciously. "How about we go search your room?" He suggested, you nodded and made an bee line to your room. Before Harrison could follow you Tom called him back, "Mate I was thinking it's been an awful lot time since you've dated ya know so I got you a date for you tonight." He said shoving a piece of paper in Harrison's hand. "I'm not really interested right now, but I'll let you know if I do thanks bro." The blond replied and bolted to your room.

"What took you so long?" You whisper-yelled as Harrison entered your room.

"Sorry Tom was trying to set me up with someone." Harrison shrugged and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you, "but I told him I wasn't interested."

"Harrison what are you doing? Tom could walk in anytime." You warned him trying to get out of his grip but he didn't budge.

"I don't care, I love you and I want to hold you and kiss you whenever I want. I'm not scared of anyone it's you and me against the world baby." He smiled and kissed you lovingly making you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, the two of you being in the moment with each other.

"Hey Haz I need that- What the hell! Get off my sister!" Tom walked in and pulled your lover away from you.

"Tom stop!" You begged as he fisted Harrison's collar.

"I thought you were best friend! How could you do this to my sister?" The brunette raged, ready to throw a punch. You separated the two of them and stood in between them, "Stop okay! We aren't fooling around, I really love him and he makes me so happy the last thing I need is for you not to be in favor of us." You held on to Tom's hand as you spoke, "Please."

"It's true Tom I love her." Harrison said, backing you up.

"I'm just messing with you guys!" Tom laughed and hugged the two of you catching you off guard. "I've known for sometime now."

"What? How?"

"You guys aren't the best secret keepers, but I'm so happy for you guys."

"You are?" You and Harrison said in unison, he nodded.

"I really thought you'd be mad because I was having sex with your sister." Harrison laughed as your eyes widened with fear, Tom having a similar expression as you.

"What?" Tom asked calmly. The minute Harrison reassessed his words he realized what he said, "I'll see you tomorrow love." Harrison said pecking your cheek and dashing out the door, Tom following suit.

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notkageyamasprincess · 3 years

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glad you came | kageyama tobio x reader

request: big brother!kegeyama walking in on the reader touching themselves .. 😁

notes: a huge thank you to jodie (@keijidearest ) for being my beta, a hundred kisses fo you, muah muah <33

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, slight voyeurism, mention of dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, corruption kink, slight degradation, breeding kink

words: 2.2k

summary: tobio-nii finally finds out that his adorable little sister feels the same way

As always, your parents weren’t at home—that much was expected. But today, even Tobio would be out until late. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you walked into your empty husk of a house. It was so lonely ever since your older brother started spending more time on campus, and you had no choice but to comfort yourself the only way you knew how.

The bedroom door didn’t quite close all the way behind you, but you disregarded it, knowing nobody would be home to disrupt you anyways. You flopped onto the bed, and wiggled out of your bottoms, one hand creeping beneath your waistband while the other clutched your phone to browse raunchy sites. Although you took in the obscene videos, racy comics, and filthy erotica, your mind drifted to Tobio, wishing that he’d take the place of the men in all those scenarios, comforting you in person rather than leaving you alone at your time of need. Settling into your blankets, you began taking care of the ache in your core, back arching off the mattress as you slowly worked yourself up to your high. The room gradually filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing, slick noises of your arousal, and the familiar creak of the bed as you shifted around.

Unbeknownst to you, Tobio was on the other side of the wall, quietly taking care of his own needs, stroking his length to match your rhythm. He seriously lucked out today; he didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to catch you at a vulnerable moment like this, unsuspectingly letting out your sweet moans for him to hear. When practice got cancelled, he went straight home and took a nap, only to wake up to the sounds of your self-pleasuring. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his precious little sister, really. Yet, how could he let this chance pass him by?

As he gripped his cock, your brother felt his balls tighten much quicker than usual. He wasn’t expecting his innocent sister to sound so...so lewd. His orgasm was coaxed on by how slutty you sounded as you moaned, how sopping wet he reckoned you were just through the noise of you fucking yourself. Before long, he felt himself shudder as he shot out his load. Never had he cum so early, the embarrassment enveloping him as he realized what had had him so worked up to begin with. Your soft whines remained in the background as Tobio slumped down and began cleaning himself off.

As his post-orgasmic bliss dissipated, a sense of guilt and disgust grew within him, as though he had violated you himself. He laid an arm over his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A few more seconds passed, and he shamefully emerged from his room, intending to wash up in the bathroom when something made him stop in his tracks.

“N-nii-chan…feels good!”

Erotic fantasies of your brother fuelled your lust while you touched yourself. Instead of your own hands, you imagined that it was his large palms caressing your breasts, and his long fingers stretching you out, loosening your entrance for his thick cock. Your gasps and whimpers grew louder as you gave in to the pleasure, but you didn’t care, chanting your brother’s name as you came.

Lost in a euphoric trance, your eyes remained squeezed shut, allowing him to slip into your room unnoticed.. The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was captivated by the sight of your limp form splayed out on the bed. His ravenous gaze traveled across the expanses of exposed skin, pausing briefly on the rise and fall of your chest and your spasming pussy. He swallowed before revealing his presence.

“____, was that…my name?”

Upon hearing his voice, your eyes snapped open, and you yelped. Panic welled up inside you as you sprang up and hastily covered yourself.

Thoughts of possible consequences raced through your mind. No more hair ruffles, no more head pats, no more words of praise. He’d no longer swing by your school to treat you to lunch when he was between classes. You could definitely say goodbye to him picking you up from the bus stop after dark.

“Tobio-nii! I- how long have you been standing there?”

Now you’d gone and done it. He must be repulsed by you. No one should have been in the house, nobody should have been there to catch you, so how was this happening?

“Not important. I’d rather talk about how you were just masturbating while thinking about me.”

Blood rushed to his dick as the scene he walked in on replayed in his head, and your cute noises echoed in his mind. His shock quickly shifted into frustration: frustration that he had to conceal his possessiveness when you gave your attention to another boy, frustration that he had to control his urges when you pranced around the house in your ratty drawstring shorts, or that he had to avert his eyes when your nipples poked out from your thin sleepshirt.

Frustration that he had to live through hell hiding his feelings for you when his dear sister was exactly the same way.

“You mean to tell me,” he started, taking calculated steps towards you, “That this entire time we could have been taking care of each other? The fuck did I jerk off in the shower for?”

Huh? You were stunned and relieved, but there was no time for you to hold back your tears. Unable to process what he said, you peered up at him with watery eyes.

Thinking that he frightened you by raising his voice, his eyes widened in alarm. He gathered you into his arms and stroked the back of your head. “Whoa, hey, hey, don’t cry, angel. I didn’t mean to get angry with you; I got too excited back there.”

“No, that’s not it. I-I thought you would hate me, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I could never hate you, ____. You’re so precious to me that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you where mine should be.”

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes for confirmation. “Really? Because I always hated your girlfriends for stealing my place.”

“You’re so cute, but I promise you have nothing to worry about at all. I didn’t want them like I wanted you.” You felt him guide your hands to his groin, where his dick was nearly popping out from his boxers. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am? You made me this way.”

Your heart swelled with pride knowing that he loved you more than he did any of those whores, and seeing him so worked up, all for you brought back the familiar tingle between your legs that only your Nii-chan knew how to soothe. Freeing him from his pants, you watched in wonder as his cock stood at attention, leaking precum from the tip. Tobio’s breathing grew heavier from your touch.

“____? Do you think you could do Nii-chan a favour?” His ears reddened in mortification. Despite the fact that he had cum earlier, all he wanted to do was shove his cock into you and fuck you silly. “I got turned on when you were crying,” he groaned and covered his face. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t react that way, but you’re just so cute.”

On the contrary, you were really happy that he found you so endearing.. “Don’t be sorry, Tobio-nii,” you reassured, shaking your head. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Tobio kneeled at the foot of your bed and gripped his length, grateful that you were willing to help him out. “Could you remove the blankets and show me your pretty body?”

The idea of baring yourself to him made you flustered. But if it was your brother, asking you so politely for help, you wouldn’t mind displaying your most vulnerable parts. Glancing at his hopeful expression, you peeled back the covers.

“So good, baby. Now open your legs and touch yourself for me.”

Again, you bashfully complied, spreading yourself and angling your hips to give him a better view. The way he watched you made you searing hot; he gazed at you with lust blown pupils, eyeing you like a starved wolf as he fisted his cock.

You were fixated on his dick, curiously observing the rosy colour of the tip, the slender shaft, the slight curvature upwards, and the vein running down the middle. It was the first time you’d seen one. Heat pooled in your centre when you thought about taking him in your mouth.

“Nii-chan? Can I try sucking you off?”

“What?” he panted. “You don’t—ah, fuck—have to. I can’t make you do that.”

Leaning forward on your hands, you stared at him in earnest. “I want to.”

His face scrunched up as he weighed his options, but a quick glance at your glossy plump lips was all he needed to succumb.

After he agreed, you held him gently, noting how your hand barely wrapped around the girth of it, and how it felt so much thicker and heavier than it looked.Experimentally, you eagerly licked the sides, lapping at the precum that dribbled down his length, then you wrapped your lips around him. Paying close attention to his instructions, you gingerly massaged his balls and inched him further down your throat. “Yes, yes just like that. Now swallow.”

He tugged at your hair, pushing himself deeper, alternating between looking down at you, and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Your jaw was sore, and your throat was starting to burn, but you couldn’t help but moan at the disheveled state he was reduced to. Your cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating with desire.

Tobio’s eyebrows knitted together, loving the sight of you gagging on his dick. He’d always dreamed of defiling you like this; he felt so dirty, but so good.

“Shit, you’re making your Tobio-nii feel so amazing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

You desperately longed for him to cum on your tongue, but even more than that, you wanted him to alleviate your aching core, so you reluctantly pulled your lips off of him. “Mm, wait! Not yet.” You spread your lower lips apart, looking at him with need. “Please. In here.”

Tobio regarded your fucked out expression and your dripping hole, deciding to satisfy you against his better judgement. His cute sister was begging so sweetly for him, so how could he deny your request? Besides, he wanted it just as badly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give your virginity to Nii-chan? Gonna let your big brother fuck his seed deep into your slutty pussy?”

His filthy words caused you to shiver, yet, he was soothing and gentle as he slipped his cock inside, pushing the head in little by little, pausing until you were ready for more. He moved only the tip back and forth, parting your opening, coating his dick with your juices.

The stretch hurt a little as he inched in deeper, but there was no one other than your beloved Nii-chan you’d rather lose your virginity to. You knew he respected you enough that you could even call it off there, and he would stop without any questions. There was no doubt that he would treat you better than anyone else you could’ve had your first time with.

When you finally nodded to him, he eased in the rest of his length, and he sucked in a breath when your cunt squelched, accepting him in hungrily. He waited a few more seconds before thrusting slowly. Once you gave him the okay, he increased the pace steadily until he was slamming his cock in and out.

His cock reached places inside you that you were never able to reach with your fingers, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You felt so full, so complete.

Tobio nearly spilled into you when he directed his gaze to the spot where the two of you were connected. Your cunt squeezed him like it didn’t want him to pull out and painted him in a creamy white substance. He was addicted to seeing you losing yourself on his dick as he split you open.

Pressing on the back of your thighs, he pushed you deeper into the mattress and shoved his length even deeper. Your brother enjoyed the feeling of corrupting you, wiping you clean of every man that came before him and ruining you for every man that would come after him. That is, if you would ever want another man after he’d had his way with you.

Feeling your pussy tighten, he slid a hand between your bodies and grinded the heel of his palm against your nub, forcing an orgasm out of you, and spurted his viscous cum inside. He pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, admiring his handiwork when his cum leaked out from your convulsing hole. Rather than let it drip onto the sheets, he lifted your pelvis to place a pillow underneath, then collected his release with his fingers, only to push it deep inside you again. Contently, he plugged you back up with his cock, brushed some hair out of your face, and pecked you tenderly on the forehead.

You laid there, basking in each other’s warmth, filling the void in each other’s heart.

Tobio nosed the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Mine.”

a/n: well, well, well... tobio-nii makes a comeback

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu dark content #kageyama smut #kageyama tobio smut #kageyama x reader #cw:incest #kageyama tobio x reader #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #jia writes

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous: could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too,

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as strands of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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lovclyboncs · 3 years

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Everything I Wanted (Todoroki x Reader) Soulmate Au

inspired by Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish.

TW! Mentions of contemplated suicide and insecure thought that could be triggering.

soulmate Au! Where your soulmate tattoo appears on your wrist after you touch your soulmate for the first time.

F!reader x Todoroki

F!reader x Bakugou (brotp)

Plot: the reader is Todoroki’s soulmate, but he doesn’t want to let some mystical ink on his wrist dictate who he should love, so he rejects reader as his soulmate. This story is about how reader first reacted to the rejection and how slowly reader lets herself heal, but what the universe wants it will get.

Part two out now!

This is my very first post on here! I hope you guys enjoy!

I had a dream I got everything I wanted Not what you’d think And if I’m bein’ honest It might’ve been a nightmare To anyone who might care

Every night you’d wake up drenched in sweat, panting as you tried to calm your breathing, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Every night you had the same nightmare, you wished it was just your mind overthinking, but sadly it wasn’t. Even in your dreams you’d replay that memory in your head over and over again.

“ I’m sorry (y/l/n), but even if your name is tattooed on my wrist and even if fate says we are meant to be together, I can’t return your feelings. My heart belongs to another. I’m truly sorry if I’m not what you expected as a soulmate.” He told you with nothing but sincerity in his voice. The sad and hurtful truth.

“I-It’s okay. I understand Todoroki-san. Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine” You said holding in the need to cry, and the need to let the crawling feeling in your throat free, to scream and yell how once again this world was nothing but cruel.

He gave a slight nod of his head before walking away from you. His other half as written by the universe and written on your left wrist.

You looked down at the floor clenching your fists and look up once again to see him standing with the rest of the A-1 class who was chatting as they waited for class to resume. A lone tear raced down your face.

“I’ll be fine” You whispered to yourself.

‘I have to be’ you thought.

As a young girl all you ever did was fantasize about your soulmate. You thought it would be a dream come true for you when you would finally get to meet them. You would get your happily ever after like in those princess tales you’d love to read before going to bed. You thought you’d have the perfect white picket fence life to look forward to.

As a young foolish girl you thought life would be easy.

you didn’t know your parents were going to sacrifice their lives to save others.

you didn't know that you weren’t quirkless and that your parents had been using ‘vitamins’ to suppress your quirk because of how dangerous it was when your emotions went haywire.

you didn't know that it wouldn’t get better contrary to what your therapist would tell you.

you didn’t know that you weren’t going to make as many friends as you had hoped you would.

and what hurt the most was that you didn’t know your soulmate wasn’t going to be your knight in shining armor like you had hoped.

Thought I could fly (fly) So I stepped off the Golden, mm Nobody cried (cried, cried, cried, cried) Nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care (might care, might care)

It had been a month since Todoroki rejected you as his soulmate. You thought you could've gotten over it but as always it seemed like the universe wanted to punish you for just existing. You didn’t participate in class anymore, You made sure to cover your soulmate tattoo so that no one would accidentally look at it, you didn’t tare your gaze from the floor, you thought that it wouldn't hurt as much if you didn't have to look at him, but then the rumors started spreading and then the rumors weren't so much of a rumor.

“ Todoroki and Momo made it official!”

“ I knew they were soulmates, I mean just look at how perfect they look together.”

“ Did you see the picture Momo posted of their soulmate tattoos? I'm so jealous!”

It was all too much for you, so you ran and you ran until you found yourself on the rooftop of U.A. and you let the tears you were holding in fall.

You let the monster crawling at your throat free, letting yourself scream, letting yourself voice the hurt you had been bottling up.

why weren't you good enough for anyone?

not good enough for your parents to live for, they would rather die for others than to live for you.

not good enough for your classmates, they barley talked to you or invited you to places like they did with each other.

not good enough for your soulmate to want you. hell he’d rather cover you up than let people know fate had chosen you for him, were you so disgusting that you weren't even worth mentioning as the soulmate he rejected?

“stop” you whispered to your thoughts.

“ please just stop” your voice sounded hoarse.

“I just wanted everything to stop. To end” you said louder to no one, because no one was there, because no one cared.

you slowly walked towards the edge of the roof and looked down at the ground.

your eyes were void of anything, they looked empty.

shakily you put one foot out into the nothingness, into the only thing that could stop you from letting the pain overwhelm you. you closed your eyes ready to fly.

‘This world is so cruel and yet so beautiful’ you thought before letting your eyes snap open and gasping.

your eyes regained a light and tears began to swell once again, you let yourself fall backwards away from the edge of the building.

Yes the world was cruel and life wasn't fair, but it was also beautiful. there was still so much you wanted to experience, still so much that would be worthwhile.

after sitting on the floor for what felt like hours, you heard the distance sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. you slowly picked yourself of the ground and cleaned your tears with the sleeve of your uniform jacket.

you made your way back to class 1-A. you were the last one to walk in, and some of your classmates glanced up at you, but they didn’t say anything about your puffy red eyes, they didn’t ask why you weren’t at lunch, they didn’t ask how your day was going so far, they didn’t ask if you were okay.

because you were not okay.

you once again felt a heaviness in your chest.

you thought they would care at least a bit, they were heroes in training after all, yet it seemed like they hadn’t even noticed.

they hadn’t even noticed your absence and maybe they didn’t mind it in the slightest.

I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me

Maybe you were too wrapped up in your own mind or maybe you finally lost it, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out how you ended up like this. Eating spicy noodles quietly with your class’ very own lord explosion murder sitting across from you.

If you were to ask Bakugou why he demanded you have lunch with him, he’d say it was because your dumbass face was the only one he could stand enough to willingly share his homemade noodles with, and if you were to ask him why he was sharing noodles in the first place, he would tell you to shut the hell up and just eat without questioning him.

What Bakugou would never admit is that when he was roaming the school grounds during lunch two weeks ago he saw you standing at the very edge. He stood frozen in place, not sure of what he could do, but before he could will himself to move he saw how you feel backwards and out of his sight. He knew why he froze because he remembered a comment he made to deku before they entered U.A. He obviously didn’t mean it, but seeing you so willingly to just dive of a building made something in him feel guilt for making such an insensitive comment even if it was to deku.

He really didn’t know you well. He knew that he had never actually seen your quirk in action though probably more than half of the class could relate to that since you never really used it. He knew pretty much that he didn’t know you at all and that unsettled him. Sure he wasn’t the most sociable guy or easiest to approach, but he at least knew a couple of things about each of his classmates friends.

So he decided to pay more attention to you, he noticed how you really didn’t talk to any of your classmates and how they wouldn’t try to include you in their conversations. He noticed you always walked with your head down not really looking at where you were going. He noticed the bags under your eyes making themselves more prominent. He noticed how sometimes when you would space out in class you’d be staring at the back of the class where the half and half bastard would sit. He became aware of your being but he still didn’t know how to approach you.

The opportunity came after an awkward encounter.

Everyone (or so you thought) had gone out to who knows where and like always you hadn’t been invited. You decided to train for a little while. You had been slowly progressing with being able to control your quirk, but after your conversation with Todoroki you were back at square one. Your emotions were a train wreck making it hard to control your quirk. Becoming frustrated with yourself you decided to call it a day but since you were sweaty you went to take a shower first. You forgot to take your clothes with you, and since you were by yourself in the dorms you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal if you ran to your room. Midway there you bumped into a wall that wasn’t there this morning. You looked up and there was Bakugou looking down at you.

‘Oh shit I’m going to die’ you thought but then you saw Bakugou frown as he looked directly at your uncovered wrist.

‘Shouto Todoroki’ Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He finally understood why you had been acting more closed off than usual, and maybe if you had looked a little harder you wouldve seen the understanding in them.

“Sor-” you began to say but he cut you off

“get dressed and meet me in the kitchen” he said before walking away.

After that day things changed for you. Who knew eating noodles in silence with an angry blonde could set you on your path to healing?

Every time you saw them holding hands you didn't have enough time to let yourself question what you could have done for that to be you.

“hey dumbass hurry up or I’ll kill you” the red eye blonde would yell at you once he noticed you lagging behind. Making you forget about the black ink on your wrist and making you worry about how bakugou was going to react to you getting a C- on the test he spent a whole afternoon helping you study for.

And you say, “As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you Don’t wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn’t wonder why you’re here, they don’t deserve you”

It was close to the end of the school year and if you were to say that much hadn’t changed you’d be lying.

thanks to practing your quirk with bakugou and him suggesting meditation to help you stay calm you were finally able to control your quirk enough to use it without fear around others.

Through him you also became friends with the rest of the bakusquad and they helped you warm up to the others.

all the second guessing and the comparing yourself to others didn’t cross your mind often anymore.

unbeknownst to you every time you peeled off the layers of insecuirty that held you back from expressing yourself bakugou would smile glad that you,just like him, could get passed the pain left by an unrequited soulmate bond.

also unbeknownst to you, as you began getting along with the rest of the class and opening up, he couldn’t help but be captivated by some of your quirks. How you would help the likes of denki study even when you weren’t better off yourself, how you were the only one who entertained Midoriya’s rambling and even added comentary.

He began to get to know you and he could see how the universe could’ve blessed him with a soulmate such as yourself. you were the complete opposite of what he was used to, the todoroki home wasn’t exactly the most affectionate.

He was seeing you bloom right before his eyes and all he could feel was guilt as he diverted his eyes to look at his left wrist.

‘Momo Yaoyorozu’

He softly caressed his thumb over the name and even with his soft touch the fake dark ink smuged.

He thought he had what he wanted.

He thought the universe had been wrong.

He thought it was for the best.

but as he saw you bickering with bakugou he found himself wondering what he could’ve done for that to be him, for you to be open with him like that.

he knew he was wrong but he was too far in to fix it.

If I knew it all then would I do it again? Would I do it again?

lastly Todoroki knew that even if you found it in yourself to forgive him, he still wouldn’t deserve you.

Thank you so much for reading this far if you did! I don’t know why I couldn’t get this out of my head and so here it is. Also I threw in an AOT reference to cope with the pain.

#mha x reader #todoroki shōto #todoroki x reader #todoroki angst #mha angst #anime angst #bakugou x reader #brotp #fanfic #oneshot #angst oneshot #billie eilish #songfic #soulmate #themes: unrequited #unreciprocated love #healing #fanart #strwbrrybratff

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Ale Hinders His Thinking - Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took *

Requested by: @kahlstop

Could I possibly request a pippin x reader lemon?? It could be maybe like a jealous lemon?? I’m not sure, you decide :) take as long as you need! I always come on to your page and see so many imagines that get better and better :) keep it up

I mean, I have no clue what I was doing with this honestly but, I tried to make it work and here we are lmao

Also, I would’ve definitely gotten this out so much sooner for you but I’ve been so exhausted or busy, I’m so sorry. But anywho, thank you so much for that last little bit of your message, it means a lot, even if I personally feel I’m not that great at writing and that what I have been writing recently has been at a lower quality than I wish it would be.

Warnings: SMUT. A little angst. Jealous!Pippin. Fluff. Mentions of alcohol. I mean, there ain’t much to it.

Words: 4,715

Pairings: Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took x reader (female reader) (Hobbit reader). Merry, Frodo and Sam (Platonic)

(A/N: I wrote how I feel he would have reacted if jealous. Like, I feel Pippin would be moody/grumpy just from how he had acted within the movies.)

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You found yourself within The Green Dragon Inn of Bywater having a joyous, good ole time with a certain group of fellow Hobbits from Hobbiton. The five of you had decided to come over to Hobbitons’ neighbouring settlement for a round or two of drinks because simply put, you all felt like it.

Merry and Pippin were already ridiculously buzzing from the mead and ale they’ve been downing in the short time you’ve been within the Bywater establishment, singing at the top of their lungs and dancing around atop tables, encouraging those who spectate them to join in with their merriment.

Meanwhile, Frodo was at the bar where all the alcohol was stored behind, paying new drinks for himself along with one for you and Sam, who were both still sat at the table side by side. Whereas your eyes wandered around the lively place, drinking in the uplifting aura and the happy faces of the punters, Sams’ eyes were glued to a certain hair haired, rosy-cheeked barmaid who was giving out friendly smiles to those she served.

Spotting your friend’s lovesick stare on the sweet Hobbit, head resting against his palm, sighing out softly as he watches her hustle and bustle around the bar, you smile and scoot a little closer to him.

“You should go say hi.” You voice suddenly beside his head made him jump, your newfound closeness also caused a bit of a reaction from him. You chuckled at his behaviour.

“Wha-what? Wh-who’re you talking about?” A pointed look at your friend, eyebrow raised and flat expression, told him you certainly weren’t buying the innocently oblivious act he attempted to use on you. With another sigh, he looked towards Rosie once more, looking quite forlorn and dejected, obviously pessimistic about the situation.

“She wouldn’t wanna talk to me. Look at her.” Your eyebrows scrunched up in what could best be described as anger and you swatted his upper arm with the back of your hand quite harshly, earning you an ‘Ouch!’ from Samwise before he rubs his arm trying to soothe the stinging in his bicep. “What was that for?”

“That was for being ridiculous, Sam. Of course, she’ll wanna talk to you!” you exclaimed in exasperation. Smiling tenderly at him, you place your hand on his shoulder in a sweet and friendly gesture. “You’re sweet, funny, kind, hardworking, honest and loyal. Plus, being a young, handsome, single Hobbit works in your favour, too.”

He chuckled, looking forward at Rosie before turning his gaze towards you, a genuine smile across his lips. “Thanks Y/N.”

Sending him a small, playful wink, you respond. “Anytime Sam. Now, if I hear you talk bad about yourself again, it won’t just be your arm that gets slapped.”

He chuckled once more as he raised his hands up in mock surrender. “Got it.” You bumped his shoulder with yours, causing more laughs between the two of you, unaware of a certain Hobbit glowering from his spot beside his best friend, now sipping from his tankard with a frown no longer enjoying his night.

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The three missing from your band of friends finally returned to the table where you and Sam had continued to sit at, all with their own, individual expressions and emotions showing on their face. Frodo looked the same as before he left for the bar, content and simply happy, Merry seemed reluctant to leave the area where they were just moments dancing and singing but nonetheless allowed his cousin to drag him back to the table.

And Pippin, Pippin seemed to be in quite a foul mood all of the sudden.

Frodo and Merry took to sit adjacent to you and Sam, just as they had been at the beginning of the night at the lively Inn. Pippin on the other hand, rather than sit on your left where he usually always sat, he wormed his way in between Sam and yourself, forcing you to move up along the bench to create room for the Hobbit.

“Excuse me.” He spoke with a tight-lipped smile, finally plonking his behind down on the bench. You sent him a strange look whilst Merry and Frodo glanced at each other in confusion. Sam was all but oblivious as he had returned to watch Rosie with nothing short of admiration.

He remained silent after that as he took a sip of the alcoholic beverage in his hand which he seemed to have quite the vice-like grip on. You looked at Merry with a questioning gaze, to which he replied with a shrug, Frodo doing the same when you turn your gaze to him.

With concern written across your features, you slowly rotate your body towards the handsome but clearly miffed Hobbit beside you who stared into his cup angrily. Clearing your throat slightly, you placed your hand atop his free one which was clenched tightly into a fist on the table.

“Everything okay?” you asked, rubbing your thumb back and forth in a soothing motion along his wrist.

Pippin moved his arm closer to him, effectively removing your hand from atop of his. “Yep,” he curtly replied, popping the ‘P’ at the end. You frowned, hurt by his actions and his stoic behaviour towards you.

“Come on mate, she’s only asking if you’re alright,” Merry chimed in. He was met with a quiet scoff and a not-so-subtle roll of his eyes.

The table quickly was engulfed in an awkward tension, except for Sam who continued to stay within his own bubble of barmaid monitoring. A stinging was present in your eyes as you quickly felt tears rise and brim.

“I’m going home,” you told the others in upset tone and glazed over eyes shinning with unshed tears. You swung your legs over the bench and stood abruptly, leaving your friends behind in a hurry, exiting The Green Dragon and making your way speedily back to your home in Hobbiton.

Pippin felt a pang of guilt as you left, watching you go with a hint of sadness and longing in his orbs before focusing back on to the table before him, taking another sip to drown out the aching in his chest.

“What’s wrong with you?” Frodo asked in disappointment and slight anger at his friend, in disbelief he would act like that towards someone, especially sweet, kind you.

“By Valar, she was only trying to see if you were okay mate, there weren’t any need to be like that with her,” Merry carried on.

Pippin closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the guilt of his actions already eating away at him. He was mentally scolding himself as his friends verbally did so. “I don’t know, I just got jealous…” he mumbled, ashamed of himself and how he acted.

“Why on Middle Earth were you jealous? Of who?” Frodo questioned, now more confused than angry, although Merry looked as though he understood why.

Sighing, Pippin felt a fool having to reveal such things, but he thought it was better than them thinking bad of him. “Sam.”

At the mention of his name, Sam snapped out of his daydreaming and whipped his head round to focus on the trio, eyes flittering to each of his friends. “What?” he spoke in a daze. Then, his brow scrunched together as he finally noticed your lack of presence. “Where’s Y/N?”

Pippin groaned, close to sounding like a childish whine as he dropped his head to the table with a thump. Sam watched with utter confusion before lifting his eyes to look at the two opposite him. “What’s going on?”

“Pippin was moody with Y/N, which upset her, so she left,” Frodo started, only to be interrupted by Merry.

“It’s because Pippin was jealous of you,” he finished, sipping his drink. Although he feels overly concerned for you, he can’t help finding the situation slightly amusing, more so his friend’s embarrassment. “The ale hinders his thinking.” Merry was certainly being of no help to Pippin.

“What? Why?” Sam was at a complete loss with why Pippin would be feeling jealous, especially of him. He truly had no idea what on Middle Earth was happening.

Pippin huffed out a breath as he raised himself to sit once more, though his posture was slouched. His cheeks tinted pink as he opened his mouth. “You were sat really close, smiling at each other, whispering.”

Merry supressed a snicker as Frodo was dumbfounded, processing the information and Sam shook his head, face twisting into an odd expression. “We were talking about Rosie.”

Pippin perked up and looked at Sam, his mouth forming into an O shape as a soft ‘Oh’ passes his lips.

“She was cheering me up and trying to encourage me to go talk to her,” Sam added on, giving further explanation as to what your conversation had been about.

Merry began laughing, Frodo finally felt clarity, now understanding the situation and Pippin felt even more a fool for acting so harsh and arrogant towards you.

“You should probably go apologise,” Frodo directed at Pippin, who groaned once more.

“She won’t wanna talk to me now, not after how horrid I was.”

“It’s better than leaving her to feel upset all night and allow it to stew for so long,” Sam advised and as much as Pippin hated to admit it, he knew he was right.

Pippin sighed before downing his drink, hoping to gain some courage from the honey-coloured liquid. He stood up, placing his now empty cup down on to the table and beginning to walk towards the door, determined to set things right between the two of you.

Before he reached the door, he heard Merry shout over the bustling crowd of punters at the Inn. “Seriously mate, you need to sort out this crush of yours!” The sentence was quickly followed by a loud, conjoined ‘WHAT?!’ from Frodo and Sam who had obviously only now found out about Pippins’ feelings for you.

Pippin grimaced; he could only imagine the bombarding of questions he’ll have to endure once tomorrow came.

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Tears streaked down your cheeks in a constant flow, your eyes red and puffy, vision blurred from the salty water. You stared into the dying fire that you had no energy to replenish. You just sat there, broken, on the floor of your home, heart aching and body wracked with sobs.

Normally, you wouldn’t react so badly to someone being so rude or mean towards you, but this wasn’t just someone, this was the Hobbit who unknowingly held your heart.

You had always admired Pippin when you were both younger; his bashful, shy side that seems to somehow melt away when in the presence of Merry, becoming louder and laughing more often, running around causing a world of trouble together. Nevertheless, he was always a sweet, little Hobbit.

Years pass by, friendships are formed and the admiration you held for him developed into something more. Your heartbeat increased and you stammered a lot when trying to talk with him, blushing was a common occurrence also.

That period had lasted a long while, well into the time you aged and matured into a young, strong, independent Hobbit. Of course, your heart still fluttered in the presence of the Hobbit, but you certainly were more abled to hide your feelings away from him and others.

Pangs of jealousy made a pain in your chest appear whenever you had seen him dance with another, twirling them around and smiling brightly at them but your happy expression never faltered. You would never allow it to. First and foremost, he was your friend, and you certainly weren’t going to risk losing him over your silly feelings.

Now, all you could wonder was why Pippin had acted so coldly towards you. Did you do something wrong? Say something wrong? Maybe he had found out how to feel and decided to quickly shut down any possibility of you trying to confess.

The sobs turned into to silent tears and small sniffles with the occasional hiccup. You were now hugging your knees, head rested atop of it, willing this painful feeling away. You felt utterly broken.

Then loud banging at your door made you jump in your spot on the floor. Your head shot up to look towards the door, the banging never ceasing, progressively getting more persistent. Raising your arm, you wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your dress before slowly, reluctantly rising to your feet.

Your steps were small and cautious, the knocking getting louder and louder with each step until you eventually stood before it, the person on the other side continuing their assault on your door. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you breathed in and out deeply before reopening your eyes and placed your hand atop the door handle, twisting and pulling it open.

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Pippin withdrew his hand from the painted wood as it began to move inwards as the moment the door was opened wide enough for his eyes to land you, his heart clenched. Your dampened face, your bloodshot, puffy eyes, your dishevelled hair, the hurt and saddened expression your face was all because of him and nothing could ever make him feel worse was seeing you in such a way because of him.

He surged forward, passing the threshold of your home and wrapped his arms tightly around you, crushing you in a hug. You were completely stunned by his actions, you hadn’t even really processed who was the one incessantly knocking, let alone the impromptu embrace.

Once your mind had caught up with what exactly was going on, you ignored his never-ending whispers of ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I’m so stupid’ and pushed at his chest with such strength, he stumbled backwards multiple steps.

Pippins’ eyebrows scrunched up at the act of coldness but, he couldn’t really blame you and once he spotted your expression, he knew he was in for it.

“What the bloody hell are you doing Peregrin Took?! Why are you here? Haven’t you done enough?!”

His mouth opened and closed like a floundering fish on land trying to breath, arms wildly moving in an attempt to help his words come out as intended but nothing. You scoffed, your eyes already brimming with fresh tears. “That’s what I thought.”

You placed your hand back on to the door and began to push, forcing Pippin to take steps backwards to avoid being hit by the thing, tripping over his large feet. In a panic, he yelped out his excuse in a rush which was nothing short of the truth.

“IWASJEALOUS!”

You paused in closing the door, looking at him incredulously. “What?”

He sighed heavily before sheepishly looking directly into your eyes. “I was jealous…” he muttered quite pathetically.

A moment of silence had settled between you, Pippin hopefully, and quite foolishly, thinking he was off the hook before he flinched when your voice suddenly raised.

“WHY ON MIDDLE EARTH WERE YOU JEALOUS?!”

He knew there was no explaining this without revealing his feeling for you in full, it simply wouldn’t make sense otherwise so, with a deep breath and his demeanour turning to nothing but nerves, he began to explain.

“Because I’m in love with you...” You were flabbergasted, stunned into silence. The Hobbit took the door not slamming in his face as a sign to continue. “I saw you with Sam and you were all close and touching and whispering to each other and, I don’t know, I reacted badly when I should have just told you from the star-“

You cut off his incoherent rambling by surging forward and crashing your lips to his. He froze, his eyes widened, and he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment.

When you noticed he didn’t reciprocate the kiss, you began to pull back, heartbroken and feeling quite foolishly. “I-I’m sorry…I-I-I shouldn’t of…”

It was Pippin this time round to initiate the kiss, cutting you off effectively immediately. His left hand held the back of your head as his right was placed on your hip, a gentle hold on it. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss, your hands coming up to fist the front of his waistcoat.

The kiss was lengthy and passionate, causing both of your lungs to scream out for air. Parting, you looked towards each other as you continue hold on to the other in tender grasps, panting, breaths mingling.

“There’s no need to be jealous of Sam,” you whispered against his lips.

He released a soft chuckle. “Believe me, I certainly know that now.”

Smiling, you reconnect your lips to his and your one hand remained gripping his waistcoat and the other reaching for the door, pushing it close as you tug him further into your home. He follows willing, entranced as if he’s under a spell you’ve cast, body moving with yours in a flowing motion.

With such ease, you and Pippin manoeuvred your way through the hallways and doorways until reaching the master bedroom where you sleep. Although, something told you that you certainly wouldn’t be sleeping that night.

Pippin felt it too.

Parting, you slowly walked backwards further into the room, making direct eye contact with the Hobbit before you, your eyes alone enticing him in after you. He softly closed the door behind him before taking small, hesitant steps towards you, the situation now fully dawning on him, making him nervous.

Once he stood before you, Pippin looked down at you, now seeing you’re just as nervous as how he felt. He quietly cleared his throat before softly whispering to you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Nodding, you reply. “Do you?”

Pippin nodded just as yourself before leaning further and capturing your lips in a sweet, loving kiss, one you eagerly returned. With light touches and ghosting hands, you gradually removed piece of clothing after piece of clothing.

Your dress fell down along your arms, lowering on your body until eventually, it pooled at your feet and leaving you in your thin, off-white underdress, the thin straps struggling to stay atop your shoulders.

The Hobbit you’ve been so enraptured in quickly joins you in down to his last item of clothing, the material hiding his already hardening length and keeping his modesty at bay. He stepped back, admiring how ethereal you looked in nothing but the thin material covering your body, the candlelight softly illuminating your features, your curls still dishevelled but still resembling its look from earlier that night. He was utterly mesmerised by your beauty.

His gaze upon you made a blush rise across your cheeks and turn the tips of your ears pink but didn’t deter you from looking at him in any way.

He was certainly slimmer than many Hobbits and you could see the faintest of tan lines near his collar bones where his face had caught the sun from being outside majority of the time whilst his body stayed hidden beneath his shirts.

He steps forward and ghosts the tips of his fingers up the length of your arms, a feather-like touch making goosebumps raise on your skin and a small shiver to run down your spine. You lock eyes once more before your lips mould together in delicate kisses, your hands coming to rest flatly against the soft skin of his abdomen.

Walking backwards as you remain lip-locked, the back of your thighs meets the edge of the soft mattress of the bed compelling you to perched on the edge. Pippin gradually lowers you lie down on the bed, fixing your position to lie within the centre, head atop the fluffy pillows.

He crawls over you, settling between your slightly parted legs and forearms lying against the mattress on either side of your head, holding himself up, avoiding putting too much of his weight on top of you.

One last kiss was placed on your plump, slightly swollen lips before raising his head to look down at you beneath him, face flush and chest raising and falling steadily. “Are you sure you want to do this? You can tell me to stop whenever you want, it’s okay,” he reassured you.

You nodded your head in absolute resolve as a quiet, breathy ‘yes’ passes your lips. Pushing himself up, he leans back and benevolently takes hold of each strap of your underdress, slowly lowering it down your arms, the rest of the material following.

Collar bones, soft breasts and soon navel was fully exposed to his eyes. Turning shy, you turn your head to the side, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your prominent blush. Releasing his gentle hold of your thin straps, he raises one hand to rest against your cheek, turning your head to face him once more.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers as he leans down and captures you lips in a benign, compassionate kiss, one that eases your mind and melts away any worry you felt.

Leaning back up, he continues to remove the underdress, sliding it past your hips which you lift to assist him. He pulls it down over your behind and legs until eventually, it was dropped lazily on to the floor beside the bed.

The chilled air hit your legs and core which was quickly slicked with your arousal. Fully on display to him, you felt shy under his gaze and wanted to desperately hide yourself from his burning gaze but fought the urge to do so, wanting nothing more than to be with him at such a level of intimacy.

Just as he began to push himself back and lower himself to lay across his stomach and come to face your core, you stopped him, feeling bashful and a red blush settling across your cheeks. Pippin looked up towards you with his brows scrunched in confusion and his head tilted in question.

You shook your head and with as much confidence as you could muster, you looked directly into eyes the colour of freshly cut grass and leaves in spring and spoke. “We can do that another time. Now, I just wish to be with you.” He smiled sweetly at you in understanding and in turn, now had a deep pink spreading across his own face.

Pippin raised himself to hover over you once more, his chest gently resting atop of yours before he kisses you softly, your tongues soon meeting each other and swirling around the other in a sweet dance. He tastes of honeyed alcohol and the remnants of sweet, fresh, ripe fruit that overwhelm you in the divinest of ways.

Parting, he begins to remove the final piece of clothing that stands between you and him joining together in such ways. With awkward movements and a little assistance from you, the offending item is thrown carelessly away, and his attention is now back on you, fully and undivided.

Pippin gave you a look that simply asked if you were sure, to which you nodded with absolute resolve, wanting nothing more that to be with him like this in this moment. He reaches down and grasps at his member with his hand, running it up and down between your folds before lining himself up and pushing into you slowly with a shaky breath.

Finally hilting himself entirely in you, he paused allowing you both to breath and for you to adjust to him, certainly not wanting to cause you discomfort. As he remains still, he peppers your face in soft, slow pecks, soothing you and praising you wordlessly.

He moves to look down into your eyes and as you held eye contact, you gave a small nod, showing him he can begin to move since you now feel eased enough.

With slow, calculated motions, he begins to gently rock his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. With quiet whimpers and breathy moans, you enjoy the pleasurable burn of his dick stretching you.

The gentle, measured pace hadn’t lasted very long as Pippin began to lose control, the feel of your warmth wrapping around his cock too inviting and felt so good that his body wanted to fight him in savouring the moment, although it appeared you felt a similar pull.

Pippin joined in with your moans with his own as his speed picked up, even the odd whimper passed by his lips as the pleasure he felt increased by tenfold. A light sheen of sweat broke out across both of your bodies, your slicked foreheads resting upon each other as your bodies rock back and forth from his fast movements.

Moments later, his hips stutter and his thrusts become uneven and sloppy as he closes in on his climax and finally, he stills with small jerks forward at he spills into you, his cum coating your walls, your pulsing pussy milking him of his seed.

Pippin reopens his eyes, not realising he had screwed them tightly shut and looks down towards you whose chest was heaving up and down. He burned a deep red once realising what he had just done.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters out. He hadn’t wanted to finish so quickly and lose himself whilst not focusing on you and your own pleasure. “Did you…?” He swallows thickly, his nerves from before arising once more.

You shook your head yet smiled at him so sweetly and with such love. “It’s okay.”

A moment passes between you where the only sounds that are heard is your breathing returning to a calmer state. You could practically see the cogs turn within Pippins’ head and the slight guilt he feels on his face. Then, he looks directly into your eyes, and you could see a certain type of determination burning behind his eyes.

He pulls his softening dick from in you and lowers himself down the length of your body, settling himself on his front between your legs, face before your cunt. It was easy to figure out that what he was about to do but you couldn’t help the small giggle that passes your lips.

“What are you do-“ you cut yourself off with a loud, wanton moan as he dived forward and burying himself in between your thighs, mouth attaching to your sex and feverously lapping and sucking, eating you out like a man starved.

Pippin devoured you vigorously causing your back to arch high off of the bed and your hair to swiftly grasp hold of his soft curls between your fingers, tugging ever so slightly yet pushing further into your, chasing your release as his tongue works expertly.

With quick flicks of his tongue over your clit, your climax came crashing down on to you with such an intensity that your screams of pleasure came out silently, and you writhed and wriggled, twitched and spasmed.

He continued to lap at your pussy, making sure to leave no trace of your climax and help you ride out your orgasm until you stilled and relented your hold on his tuft of hair on his head.

Pippin pulled away and raised himself to look at you, grinning, his chin slightly glistening from your release. He brought his hand up and wiped at his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you once more.

You smiled up at him lazily, hazy from the intense orgasm, already feeling sleep pull at you. He chuckled and leant forward to give your lips a gentle peck before rolling to lay beside you. As if it came naturally to you, you turned on to your side and snuggled into him, his arm automatically wrapping around your smaller frame.

He smiled to himself when he felt you huddle further into his warm embrace and pulled the blanket that had become quite a mess during your activities over the two of you. Pippin looked down towards your face only to find you had already succumbed to sleep.

His eyes were filled with nothing but love and adoration as he gazed at your relaxed features. He knew he had to do quite some work to really make up for hurting you and upsetting you with his earlier actions and words but at this moment in time, he was simply thankful for ‘ale hindering his thinking,’ as Merry said.

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Welp

I have my second vaccine injection tomorrow which may cause me to come to a halt with writing and posting since I had reacted so badly to the first so, I can only imagine I’ll act very similar this time around

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Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

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Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

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Happy gift posting day for @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! My gift recipient is @bipridedean! She requested a Destiel, canon-adjacent fic, so here it is! I hope you like it! <3

Word Count: 2.6K Rating: G Summary: 5 times Dean said "I do" and 1 time he didn’t. Notes: Post canon, fix-it fic, oneshot, love confessions, Destiel wedding