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bigassmoonchild · 9 months

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The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

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oracle-of-dream · 29 days

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Never Really Alone, Pt. 2

Minors DNI

Summary: A continuation of Never Really Alone, go read that first! You've woken up after being knocked out. You don't know where you are...

Warnings: Male reader, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Cum swallowing/eating, Scratching, Several Pet names, Cum on body, Overstimulation, Passing out after sex, Chained to the bed, Stalking, Kidnapping, Virgin reader

Wordcount: 3k

Your eyes slowly opened, squinting from the harsh light above you. There wasn't any rain thumping on your window, and you felt a breeze in the room. Maybe from a fan. You sat up, you're whole body stiff. Your neck ached from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. But you don't remember going to bed...

You tried to think back... The power had gone out, Xiaojun came to help you, left to get something, and then...

Your body felt a rush of electricity as you remembered fully. You started taking in the surroundings. You weren't in your room–it was some sort of a room with glass walls and fancy furniture all over. Your clothes were changed too. You had white shorts, knee-high socks, a long white cardigan, and a red T-shirt. Even your underwear was different from the ones you remember wearing earlier. In the room; Bookcases were filled with different colored books. The furniture was clean leather with a wine-red color. The glass was extremely thick. Outside the glass something like a garden with a large curtain that could cover the entire box you found yourself in.

You stood from the bed and heard the sound of metal sliding against the floor. You'd been chained to the bed. The chain pooled on the floor and led into a hole in the wall.

"Finally awake?" A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the bed. Xiaojun sat in a high-backed chair, looking at you. He looked refreshed, like he'd finally slept, and his clothes changed from his usual sweater. He had a black cardigan, black pants, and a white shirt.

"Xiaojun? What's going on?" You looked at him, examining his calm demeanor. That's when you realized he wasn't chained at all. "Y-You're free!? Help me!"

"My poor sweet bird." Xiaojun moved and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Reluctantly, you sat next to him. "You must be so confused after hitting your head."

"What happened?"

"You had a pretty bad tumble, so I had to bring you here to get you patched up," He explained softly, pointing at your head. You hadn't even noticed you had a bandage around your head. "I had to take care of you. There was so much blood..."

"B-Blood?" You tried to remember falling but you couldn't remember anything like that. "Well, I'm okay now! So we can leave, right?"

"No! It's not safe out there. You have to stay safe, stay where I can see you. Remember telling me you felt safe with me? It made me so happy..." Xiaojun's smile was deranged. "You basically begged me to save you."

"I don't think I understand what's happening." The room felt like it was spinning. Your head started hurting, throbbing.

"Let's not get too worked up now. You'll hurt yourself." Xiaojun tried to touch you but you reeled away from him.

"Are you doing this to me?"

"I'm saving you!" Xiaojun pressed a button on a remote, making the chain in the wall get shorter. You fell to the ground as your feet were pulled out from underneath you, colliding with the cold hardwood floor. Xiaojun knelt down next to you. "You'll see it. I'm helping you..."

"How–"

Xiaojun pulled on your hair, making your head hurt even more. "Don't be rude! I've been kind, so the least you can do is show gratitude!" His voice rang in your ears as he raised it. You felt small, reduced to nothing, as he towered over you.

You shrank into yourself. "T-Thank you..."

Xiaojun leaned closer. "Louder."

"Thank you," Your voice trembled as you said the words.

He looked you in your eyes, watching how they teared up. "I just can't stay mad at you–but you shouldn't push me like that. I get angry sometimes..." Xiaojun held you in a tight hug, pressing your body against his as you didn't have the strength to lift your arms.

"Xiaojun?"

He looked down at you. "Yes, beautiful?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

Xiaojun gasped. "No! Never. I'd never do something like that–but that's not an excuse to test my patience. If you get into trouble, you'll get punished." Xiaojun scooped you into his arms, lifting you onto the bed. "Now get more sleep. We can play later." Your captor tucked you into bed, fluffed your pillow, and smiled lovingly as he left you alone with your new reality. You cried yourself to sleep, hopeless and powerless...

You dreamed of home. Your parents. Your job. It all made you cry, even in a dream. You felt your chest tighten, your breathing cut off as you choked on something. Torn from your dream, Xiaojun had his hands around your neck, squeezing as he ground against you. You struggled and thrashed until he let you go, letting you breathe.

You choked and coughed. Xiaojun kissed your inner thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. You just looked so sexy sleeping so soundly, I couldn't stop myself." You collected yourself on the opposite side of the bed, trying to calm down. "Baby, look at me."

You looked at him, crying again.

"You already respond to your new name so well. And you look so fucking hot crying. I could just bite you." Xiaojun crawled toward you as you recoiled away from him. "Shh, don't be scared of me. Come here," He called to you with a hand stretched out.

"When do I get to leave?"

"You're not leaving!? I–" Xiaojun took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't get angry. If you really want, we can go outside when you show me you can handle it. So I know you won't run away."

You nodded quickly. "How can I do that?" You were desperate, if there was even a 1% chance you could get away from him once you were outside then you'd take it. No matter the cost.

"You need to show me you love me. Body and Mind. Soul too. I fell for you the moment I saw you when we first met." Xiaojun grabbed your chain and pulled you closer, "come here."

You moved closer.

"Wait. Crawl to me. You look so cute like that." Xiaojun's smile was soft but the words that came from his mouth were inhuman. You moved back and crawled to him. "Slower, don't rush," Xiaojun commanded as he rubbed his cock in his pants. You slowed your crawl, swinging your hips as you looked at him in the eye with the sweetest look you could muster. He moaned with delight. "That's what I want. Come sit here."

You sat next to him.

"Good boy," Xiaojung praised you. "First, we need to get your pills."

"Pills?"

"Yes. Medicine for your head, remember?" Xiaojun produced two small pills from his pocket.

"I don't want pills!" You cried, but Xiaojun ignored you as he popped them into his mouth and kissed you. He forced the pill into your mouth, holding you together until you swallowed them.

"I wouldn't have to be so rough if you listened." He looked at the way you stared at him. "What is it?"

"I-I've never kissed anyone..." You confessed.

"I was your first!? I'm so sorry, baby! I should've made this better for you–more special. I was planning so many things! Daddy's so dirty..." You shivered at the title he'd given himself. Would you have to call him that too? Xiaojun jumped off the bed, pressing a few buttons on a pad on the wall which opened a door in the wall. He disappeared before returning with flower petals and the lights moved to a dim lighting. He spread the petals all over the bed.

"What's this for?"

Xiaojun patted your head. "Just wait, don't be impatient."

You eyed the keypad on the wall. You'll need to learn the numbers to find a way out...

"Okay, done. Lay down, beauty." You looked back at the bed, covered in petals. Clumsily, you climbed into the bed as the chain made it hard to lift your foot. Xiaojun stripped off his shirt. "I'm going to make this night perfect for you. I want our first time to be magical."

"Is this not your first time?"

Xiaojun smirked. "Are you getting possessive?"

"No, I was just curious..."

"Don't worry about me, tonight's about you."

"Xiaojun, I don't know–"

"When it's an intimate time, you call me, Daddy. Got it, birdie?"

"Birdie?"

"That's your name, silly." Xiaojun pinched you gently. "My perfect little birdie. I've caught you and put you in an even prettier cage."

Your throat tightened. "Does that–"

"More questions!?" Xiaojun's eyebrows furrowed. "We can do questions later, right now I'm trying to be romantic." You had more to stay, for your safety, you didn't ask anything else. You just had to put up with it until you could find a moment to break free–You needed to feed into his delusion, no matter how much he scared you. The moment you gave up, you'd lose to him. Undisturbed, Xiaojun crawled between your legs and laid your head on the pillow, putting a pillow underneath your hips as well.

You focused on calming your heart as Xiaojung's hungry eyes met with your fearful ones. You wouldn't die here.

"Just take it slow, baby," Xiaojun cooed before gently pressing his lips to yours. The first kiss was soft, gentle, and controlled. His lips were so soft and tasted like pineapple juice. You separated for a moment before Xiaojun pushed you back in for more. The second kiss was more passionate, his lips sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and biting you softly. His tongue slithered in between your lips, earning a small whimper from you, as he prodded deeper into your mouth. Your tongues met and Xiaojun moaned happily, his hands moved along your body. His hips pressed against yours in gentle thrusts as he played with your nipples.

You broke the kiss first. "T-That tickles!"

"They're sensitive? Good to know." He pushed up your shirt as he kissed down your neck and torso stopping at both nipples to give them an even amount of attention. "So tasty. So fucking delicious," He whispered, his breath warm hitting your skin. He moved your hips, showing you how to grind against him to press your cocks against each other. "Come on, baby. Use me. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

You decided to shoot your shot. "This is too tight. Can we take this off?" You shook your left leg, making the chain shake.

"Ask for something else. Anything else."

You didn't know what else to ask for. He wouldn't let you go so easily. You needed him even more relaxed... "Can I see it?"

"See what?" You looked down, letting your hand explain as it drifted to his waistband. Xiaojun's eyes widened, "Of course you can!" He lifted himself off you and rushed to unbutton his pants to unveil his cock to you. Even though you were putting on an act, his cock was big and you felt your cock getting harder as you looked at it.

"Be a good boy for me, birdie." His cock twitched as it pointed at you. you took the sign and crawled to him, just like before. "Be easy with it. No biting, either," Xiaojun warned as he pushed his cock toward you. You opened your mouth, still on all fours, allowing Xiaojun to slide his cock into your mouth. "Holy fuck," Xiaojun muttered as his nails dug into your shoulder. It was hard to fit in your mouth with how girthy it was, your jaw struggled to open. "That's it, keep going!" You choked slightly as you felt his cock slide further down his throat. You moved back but Xiaojun caught you by the hair. "Don't run away, keep pushing. You got it." Your body twitched and burned as you resisted the urge to pull away from him, forcing yourself to accept the intrusion in your throat. "I'm so close! Hold your breath and get ready to swallow." You listened and braced yourself. As soon as your eyes shit, you feel your mouth fill with cum as his cock swells from his orgasm.

When Xiaojung pulls away, your mouth is full of the surprisingly sweet substance. "Swallow it. It tastes okay, right?" You nodded, mouth still full. "Is it too much?" You nodded again. "Alright, lay back and kiss me. I'll drink some, and you have the rest." You could've swallowed it all, but you didn't want to. But you didn't expect Xiaojun to be so compromising. He climbed on top of you and lowered himself to kiss you, drinking his cum out of your mouth as your lips moved with his. "Wow, it is sweet," He mumbled between kisses. He drank a little before you swallowed the rest with an audible gulp. "Good job, sweet boy. You did it!" He cheered.

Xiaojun pulled you to sit up, chest to chest. "Do you think you can keep going?"

Your skin tingled. "Y-Yes..."

"Good. Because I don't know if I can stop myself." Xiaojun bit at your neck as he lifted you, shifting his legs so you were completely in his lap. He tugged at your shorts. "Lose them," He ordered.

You wiggled out of your shorts, embarrassed to find out that you weren't wearing underwear like you'd thought.

"Your cock is so cute, the way it shakes." Xiaojun grabbed your shaft and stroked you, earning unstable moans. "This really is your first time, isn't it?"

"Please don't keep asking–"

"Don't be embarrassed about it. That's what makes you so beautiful. And, honestly, it's even hotter than I'm the one who gets to have you first and forever."

He lifted your hips, making his head meet your stomach as your knees were on his sides–he sat between your legs as his fingers played with your hole. You felt them enter you. Three at once, but you didn't feel as much pain.

"You're taking the medicine really well, baby."

"What were those pills?"

"They were muscle relaxers so you won't feel any tension in your head anymore. There's a side effect about other muscles being relaxed, but we should work with that." Xiaojun smiled playfully as he lowered you, his cock poking at your hole. You realized he was telling the truth when you struggled to lift yourself or move your legs. They barely shifted, no matter how much effort you put into moving. Xiaojun loved watching you panic the face you made was so cute, but he was getting impatient. He lowered you the rest of the way, stretching you as his cock slipped into you. Even with the "medicine", he could still feel his cock inside you. Your virginity was stolen from you in an instant. And you were helpless to stop it.

"Still so tight, you're perfect," Xiaojun moaned into your chest as he moved you on his cock. Your head fell on his shoulder as you tried to keep your voice inside. "Why won't you sing for me, birdie? Am I not fucking you good enough?" Xiaojun leaned forward, pinning you on your back under his weight, the soft mattress catching you. "I guess I'll have to try harder to hear you."

The pace was slow at first. Xiaojun loved watching his cock slide out of you and seeing how your eyes rolled back when thrust into you at full force. Ten hits, back to back, as you kept your mouth shut–your brain barely keeping your sanity.

"You're taking me so nicely, so easy, aren't you?" Xiaojun kissed your cheek. "I've gotta fuck you so well you'll scream for me. Either that or until you pass out. Let's see which happens first," He said with an evil smirk. He started picking up the pace, somehow finding the strength to fuck you even harder. So hard that your body moved forward on the bed with each thrust, so Xiaojun would have to pull you by your hips onto his cock again. The sound of skin slapping together and his grunts filled the room as tears rolled down your face. Your hands clawed at his back, making him moan and shake. "Oh, dirty boy, aren't you? Keep going!" His thrusts never lost tempo as he pushed you closer to your orgasm. You tightened around him but still bit your cheek to stay quiet. "You're close, aren't you? You're squeezing even tighter. Maybe you'll sing if I make you cum?"

Xiaojun lifted your hips, fucking into you with only the strength of his arms. Lifting you into each thrust rather than moving his hips, he was able to go even faster. You felt your orgasm around the corner, tears streamed, and you lost focus for just a moment when he hit your spot. A small squeak passed through your lips.

"I heard you. It's too late for you now! I'm gonna fill you with so much cum," Xiaojun growled as he stared into your eyes.

"I'm cumming–" You whispered.

"Yes, that's it! Talk to me," Xiaojun cheered. "Just cum, go ahead and let it out!"

You follow his orders and let it go. A moan ripped from your chest as your whole body tensed, cum shooting from your cock and your hole twitching from the nonstop sensation overload. Xiaojun fucked you through the entire thing and continued after it ended.

“Wait–stop!” You sobbed.

Xiaojun leaned down and licked a tear off your cheek. “You’re so cute when you cry, do it more! Cry for me to stop, please.” Xiaojun let go of your hips and pulled on your wrists, plunging him deeper, he leaned back and continued moving his hips. The new angle was hitting your spot every time, overloading your head. You struggled against him but he was so strong, you could feel bruises already forming where he grabbed you… The last ounce of strength of mind you had faded away, leaving nothing but Xiaojun and his cock. Your voice finally revealed itself, you moaned and squealed with every thrust. “Your noises-so cute! I can’t hold it!” Xiaojun dropped your arms and pulled out of you, cumming all over your torso. Thick ropes covered your white clothes, making them darker where the fabric was wet.

Xiaojun sighed in relief. “My god, you’re amazing. Such a good boy for me.” He stroked your hair, listening to the sound of your breathing. “How about a bath now, since Daddy got you dirty.” Xiaojun studied your face, your eyes were closed and your breathing was steady.

You’d actually passed out…

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onakomiyaki · 9 days

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just a silly crush (not) pt.2

pairing: daniel ricciardo x childhood friend-brabham!reader

summary: the ice princess is in fact not so cold after all.

this is set in 2021, so papaya daniel :D.

warning: unedited and rushed work, harsh words, slowburn.

if there is something you know best about f1 is that it is a hot topic amongst your juniors in modelling world and oh how they wish to be one of the wags of the f1 drivers.

most of juniors that tried to befriended you have one same goals; to get you to help them to get close to some of your friends-your driver friends of course. or maybe that's just how you've been treated your whole life when you grow up, so you just assume that they want you for something–link to the drivers in this case.

many have tried, from buying you some expensive gift, trying to go on a lunch date with you, or just be your matchmaker–which let's be honest, sound kind of dumb when you surrounded by some of good looking-breath-taking drivers, not only in f1 but on some other motorsports as well–and the list is still counting.

but not even once succeeded to even own your private phone number.

and you, by natural, got a lot of heat from it. but you're fine. by the end of the day you're still the one who spend some holidays with those drivers, not them.

"(y/n) you really need to be nice to your colleagues, the media is onto you again." anna, your manager, watch your reflection with annoyed expression.

"what is it now?" you simply ask, eyes closing as you massage your temple.

"you were voted as the most cold-hearted models to work with." she exclaim, walking towards your direction with ipad in her hand.

you just stare at the pad with unamused expression. you read the headline with a frown on your face, then let out a scoff.

"(Y/N) BRABHAM, THE EVERCHANGING ICE PRINCESS,"

"COLD AS THE ARTICS, HERE ARE (Y/N) BRABHAM'S ICONIC RESTING B**** FACE!"

"i honestly adore (y/n) so much, she's an icon. but it is-it is hard to get close to her. to make friend with her outside the work talk. almost like she build this wall around us."

"i remember she's constantly sat alone in the dressing room-sometimes she just sat there with her headphone on. and when she's alone no one dare to talk to her-she's just that intimidating!"

and there's more articles and some interview snippets from your junior about how unapproachable you are.

"ice princess? what am i, elsa from frozen?" you said, scrolling away.

"i told you to be nice to those young models, (y/n)." anna said, snatching the ipad from your hand.

you finally turn your body, looking up at your manager. "they only want me because they want to get to know my friends." you stated.

"well maybe they want to be your friends? can't you just humor them for once? it won't kill you to gave them some of your friends' numbers..." she asked, sitting down on the sofa, just across you.

"anna, im not trying to gatekeep those men. they are welcome to get to know lewis, lando, carlos, charles, max, esteban, pierre-"

"and daniel."

"-nope. not daniel, not a chance." you finally turn your body, pointing at anna with frown on your face.

"why not? you know him the longest i'm sure you'll find a model that will fit him as a girlfriend." she asked, throwing a little smirk at you.

"that's the problem, i've known him almost all my life! what if i introduce him to a wrong person then shit went downhill? what if they only want his money? i can't risk that anna." you said, voice gone an octave higher.

"(y/n) you know that's not true. that's just you being scared of nothing-"

"anna you don't understand! he is the one constant in my life that i can count on–he keep me grounded okay? i am me with him and the thought of losing him-"

"(y/n)-"

"‐point is im not gonna risk my friendship like that. especially with daniel. if they want to get to know those drivers, just attend the race, get a paddock pass or something. im sure if those drivers truly interested they will come." you finally stated, voice stern as you turn your back on your manager like a kid throwing small tantrum.

anna shakes her head in disbelief as she walk away from you, taking the ipad with her. "you're such a child sometimes."

"oh but you love me enough to stay with me for 10 years." you bite back.

"and i am amazed at myself for doing that. okay back to the topic, can just think about befriending your junior, please? that's all i ask from you, and you know i never asked anything from you." anna said as she walk out from your room, closing the door behind her.

you just sat there, pouting as you return your attention to your original task, watching the replay of british gp on your laptop.

it has been almost 2 months since your party and your meeting with daniel. and its also been 2 months since you call him. yes, texts were exchanged, but of course you miss his voice as well.

between your tight schedule and his race, you never find a time to call him. well you can but choose not to. you don't want to distract him.

as you saw the checkered flag being waved you take your phone, wanting to send daniel a congratulations text for his p5.

p5 bigman. congrats! podium next maybe? i miss watching your shoey thingy.

you stop, hovering at the send button. you want to call him. should you call him? you should probably call him instead. its his highest position of this season afterall.

but what if he's busy? he should be loaded with interviews by now right? ah there's also briefing right? you shouldn't call him. but, it won't hurt trying to call him. worst thing that can happen is the call never got answered anyway.

so you just sat there, phone in your hand as you chew the inside of your cheek, tasting a bit of iron when you accidentally bit too hard.

10 minutes have passed, and you're still staring at your phone. pretty sure by now daniel would've changed his outfit, already out of his race suit and maybe already headed back to his motorhome.

before you chickened out, you press the call button. the call is connected and you shriek, pushing the phone away as if the phone burn you.

"please don't answer, please don't answer! please-"

"hello?"

"p5 mate, that's a good one." one of the engineers welcome him with a clap on his shoulder, but voice is not as excited as it should be.

"yeah, thanks. i can do better, i will do better next time." daniel said, voice a bit trembling from the adrenaline that still coursing through his body.

he pull the baclava off or his head, sweats dripping from his brown curls. his freckled face flushed, chest heave heavily as he wait for his water. if you look close enough, you can see steam seeping out from his racing suit.

he tear the velcro of his race suit, pulling the zipper down. "daniel! points for both of us!" lando, race suit sat snuggly on his hips, greeting the older man with a beaming smile.

"and you did amazing out there. keep up with the goodwork." daniel said, ruffling the younger's hair, smiling proudly at the young brit.

although daniel got points for mclaren, he knew that all eyes are on him. expecting something more from the ferocious honey badger, a win maybe. and truth be told he also expected more from himself.

the fact that p5 is his current highest position in this season really speak something. of course its not a bad thing, but he can't help it. he knew mclaren put a lot of faith on the 7 times champions to take home the first trophy for mclaren.

he silently walk back to his driver room, helmet sat snuggly on his waist beneath his arm. michael, his trainer, follow him while he ramble about their next training session.

but of course the only voices he heard right now is just some static buzz and noises. he is dissosiating, moving autopilot towards the sofa and plop down. his body instantely melts as he stare blankly at the ceiling.

"- and (y/n) will be there and all." michael said.

at the mention of your name, daniel's ears perk up and he only gave the other man a puzzled looks.

"sorry, you were saying?" he said.

"daniel this is getting ridiculous. i've spent 5 minutes explaining how we can improve your training and you just listen to me after i mention (y/n). just call her for godsake." michael said as he put some notes for daniel down on the table, throwing an acussing stare at him. daniel flustered under his gaze.

"sorry i was just– its not that! i–"

"i get it buddy, you're hopelessly in love with (y/n)" michael said, patting the aussie on the shoulder as he walk out from his room. "you really should call her man, stop playing the tough guy card, you're not fooling yourself or anyone."

daniel sigh in defeat, unable to come out with a comeback. to think that everyone but her knew about that–his feeling–is just sad at this point. michael was right, he is hopelessly, pathetically, desperately in love with you. for years now.

he knew he loved you eversince he saw your freckled face blushed under the australian heat, helmet in your hand 20 years ago as you listen to your father explaining how you can improve your turns and how you should control your kart well.

he loved you eversince you introduce yourself, voice cocky and proud after winning the carting session. "(y/n) brabham, and i will be an f1 driver." he remember what you said as you walk towards him and he was stunned, just silently watching as you walk away from him, your ponytail swaying left and right.

he loved you eversince you give him a can of cold soda, putting the can on his cheek. he jumped, flinching at the sudden cold sensation on his cheek. and that was the first time he heard your–oh so cute–cackles.

he loved you eversince he found you hiding away out of the karting field, sitting alone on the grass. he saw how your back was trembling, so he sat down with you. "i will never be a driver. i will never be enough." you said, wiping your tears as you lean into his left shoulder. and daniel listen to the voice of your soft sobs, letting his race suit wet from the tears.

he loved you. still love you. and will always love you. desperately so that it hurts him whenever you call him your bestbuddy ever or whenever he listen how you cry after unlucky relationship with some random man or when he went out on a date with some random girls, trying his best to burrow his feeling deep, which of course doesn't work.

just let me be your man, dammit.

so, daniel let out a deep shuddered breath as he sat down. his eyes landed on his phone that laying on the table, next to the report papers michael left for him.

should he call you?

he shakes his head, raising from his seat to walk towards his fridge. he took one of the bottled juice michael had prepared for him. he took the lid off as he empty the bottle in no time.

after throwing away the empty bottle, he shurg off his race suit, tossing it to the nearest chair.

he was halfway from taking his heat suit off of his body when his phone rang. its so embarassing how his head whipped quickly to his phone and how he struggle to just shrug his heat protector away.

"oh shit-"

he crashed, fall to the floor before quickly running for his phone. he accept the call, let out a wheezed air as he press the green button.

"hello?" he calmly said as he rub his elbow.

"hi danny, you busy?"

"no-no not at all. i was just chilling in my motor home. i have interview in 5 though. do you need something?" daniel finally sat down, this time on the floor.

he wait for your response as lay down, face facing the ceiling.

"oh. no, not at all. i just want to congratulate you on p5."

"you watch the race?"

"i always watch your race, maybe not in person, but i never missed your race."

and now daniel turn into 17 years old girl who got called by his crush, giggling and twirling his hairs. "really?" his voice squeak pathetically, so he clear his throat.

"yes, of course! i will always support my best buddy no matter what, even if it from afar."

oh.

yeah, bestfriend.

ouch.

"aww, geez. thanks, brabham. i knew you're in love with me."

"hah! you wish, ricciardo! anyway-"

"yeah?"

"you're doing great sweetheart. do not forget who you are and what you capable of. keep your chin up, bigman."

daniel smile slowly creeping back on his face. he can feel how flushed his face right now.

"thank you, (y/n)."

"you are most welcome, honeybadger. bite 'em okay?"

he turn his body so that he's laying on his side. he used his left arm as a pillow.

"can i bite you instead?"

silence. daniel held his breath, biting his bottom lips as he wait for your answer. and when he about to apologize, daniel heard you clearing your throat.

"alright pump the brake romeo. anyways, i will leave you be now. i'm gonna catch some sleep here. talk to you later, ricciardo."

"alrighty, cheers, brabham."

and the call end just like that. and daniel feel silly. he pull his phone closer to his face, gently hitting his forehead with it.

"you stupid boy..." he said to himself.

but he can't help it, he wished that you're here with him. god how he want to hug you right now. even better, kiss you right now.

"oi, danny! we need to go now!" one of the pr team shouted as he knocked the door.

"yeah! coming! just gimme a sec!"

meanwhile, you on the other side, had to stop and do a manual breathing after the call. you're slapping your face with both your hands as you watch your reflection on the mirror.

"bro pull yourself together! he is your bestfriend!"

"can i bite you instead?"

"AAAAAAAAAH!"

you let out a scream as you recall what he said to you. his deep voice haunted you–making you both dizzy and anxious (in a good way). no, definitely not. you can't! panicking, you get up from your seat as you pacing around the room.

"that bastard."

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Actor Sicheng x Actor fem reader

Summary: This movie is your big break and you can't afford to mess it up. Unfortunately your costar is a known manwhore and you have to do everything in your power to avoid his advances, but at the end of the day, you're just a girl.

Warnings: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), unsolicited recording, bit of a power imbalance, dubconish, blue text is Sicheng, pink text is the reader

Word count: 3,9k

A/N: took way too long to finish this. I sorta gave up at the end I'm sorry 😞

The trailer was small and sometimes you became a little claustrophobic, especially having to share it with you costar counterpart. Sicheng was his name. There was nothing wrong with him of course. He was a nice guy, very helpful, and had a great work ethic. But he was handsome and knew it. He always joked about how people would do what he wanted without being asked because he was so handsome but every joke has a truth to it. Sicheng was a very slick man, and you were an actress breaking out in her first huge film.

You were supposed to be in your own trailer, but you have to temporarily move because of some electrical issues. You've never nervous about having to share a room with a man, but something about Sicheng puts you on edge. That or the fact that you were going to film a love scene with him the next day. You couldn't sleep, mind racing with the what ifs of the next day.

You and sicheng have already been through the entire scene, having it choreographed by the intimacy coordinator. The both of you have already done so many exercises to be somewhat. more comfortable with each other. They worked for a while, but as the hours ticked by, you became even more nervous about it all. Maybe it was because you were attracted to him and attractive men make you nervous.

You sat on the stairs outside the trailer, the moon lighting up the dark ground that surrounded you. The only thing that could calm you in your moment of stress was once again reading through your lines in the best way to forget about it. Your manager was used to it, the constant mumbling and talking to walls, no matter how crazy it looks. It helped you, the nerves you had slowly melting away.

But at this moment you were just leaning back staring at the star filled sky, taking in the cool desert air. Your feet tapped on the stairs listening to the sand in the distance. Out of all your filming locations, this was definitely your favorite. You've been practically all over the world filming this movie, but this trumps every single place you've been.

Your head turns quickly, hearing the door open. Out comes Sicheng wrapped in a blanket, face scrunched and hair tossed everyone.

“What are you doing up,” he says groggily.

You crack a smile, amused at his imperfect appearance. “I'm going over my lines for tomorrow.”

“Ah..,” he said awkwardly. Sicheng didn't talk for a second, the silence taking over the space. He felt awkward with you sometimes. With other co stars in other movies, he was way able to get close with them, but you were different. You always kept things professional, always kept your distance. He thought that you were shy, but he sees the way you act with other male costars and can't help but think maybe you just didn't like him.

You watched Sicheng as he sat on the small stairs next to you, wrapped in his blanket. “Aren't you tired,” you questioned.

“I thought you would want some company and maybe some body heat,” he said, shrugging. “It's kinda cold out here.”

“Oh, okay,” you say. You let a few beats of silence pass, staring at your paper but unable to actually practice with him right next to you. You kept glancing at his face. You've kissed him dozens of times for this movie and never felt anything, but gosh was he handsome. His pretty lips, his perfect nose, deep eyes, deep voice.

“Well, would you like to practice with me,” you asked, breaking the silence.

“Wow I thought you would never ask,” he answered almost too quickly.

You laugh at his answer, nudging him softly making him chuckle. Sicheng leans over to look at your script, his face now a little close to yours, and for some reason your heart beats faster and harder. He licks his lips, reading the words on your paper. You didn't know how you would get through the intimacy scene if you were like this at the moment.

“So you're going over this scene,” he said almost blankly.

“Yeah..”

Neither of you say anything, just sit there listening to the wind as you both stare at the paper. Your mind was racing. The both of you already knew exactly what would take place the next day and how emotionless it was supposed to be so why did you all of a sudden want it to be real? Why did you want to have sex with the man you weren't supposed to?

“Do you want to practice inside,” he said a bit quietly.

“Sure… I don't mind.”

The both of you stood up, Sicheng opening the door for you quickly. You gave him a small thank you before walking into the confined space. The trailer was a bit stuffy, the air feeling thick and dusty. There wasn't much light besides the small lamp you had next to your bed. You and Sicheng sat down, shifting over to not be so close to him.

“I don't bite,” he laughed. “Unless you want me to.”

You raised your brow, chuckling softly at his remark. “Save that energy for the scene tomorrow. We're gonna need it.”

“Right..”

Glancing at him, you could've sworn you saw a quick shadow of disappointment, but decided to ignore it for the time being. He leans his body to you a bit just to read the paper, but you can see how much he's staring at you through your peripheral vision.

Sicheng is the definition of control. He can control other people and himself. But something about the way the light shines in your bare face, the way you look when you're concentrated. He really likes it. He really likes you, and he doesn't know if he could control himself tonight. He knows he has a reputation, but goodness he'd be a fool to pass this opportunity up.

“So where do you wanna start,” he asks, leaning back on his arms.

“I don't know. I usually don't really do this with anyone else,” you laugh softly, but Sicheng still gives you the same serious expression. “I'm a little nervous about tomorrow.”

“Why? The sex scene?” He tilts his head slightly, eyes darting to your neck. So pretty, smooth, soft. He hadn't even noticed you were watching him at this point, gulping as his mind raced.

“Uh..yeah,” you stuttered. You shifted on the bed, trying to forget about the tension between you two at the moment. No one has told you directly, but you've heard that everyone thinks there's tension between you two. Before, you brushed it off, not paying much attention to it. But you've felt it more than ever recently.

“Well, we already know what we have to do,” he said, pushing himself off his arms. “Did you forget?”

You set the paper down on your lap, sighing softly. “Would you hate me if I did?”

He laughs, licking his lips as he takes a quick look at yours. “No, not at all.” Sicheng took the script off your lap, reading the words carefully before putting the paper back down.

“I want to go back home.”

You gulped, nerves now making every part of your body itch. Despite being away from everyone else, he's able to lock into his character so well. Just able to focus and immediately get into character is something you struggle with sometimes, especially when nerve wracked.

“We can't, this is us now.”

Sicheng smiles, his eyes dropping to your lips as he licks his own, just like it says in the script. But for some reason in your mind it felt more real, the tension between you both rising by the second.

“I know but..”

He reaches for your face, cupping your cheek in his hand. His hands are softer than what you remember, and he's gentle unlike other co-stars you've had. Sicheng pulls you closer to him, his lips lingering above yours, the closeness making your mind reel.

“Was running worth it? Should we go back, face the world together?”

Your heart was about to beat out your chest. No wonder he had a reputation in the entertainment world, everything about the man screams sex appeal and you were very close to falling for it. But before that, you had to remember your line.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your mind went blank in the middle of his intense staring. “I-I uh… I think I forgot my line,” you stuttered. You turned from him, searching for the paper on the bed, not noticing how he didn't remove his hand from your face or take his eyes off you once.

Once you found the paper, you heard him give you a soft chuckle but you ignored it, reading the line on the paper. “Okay I got it now, we can keep going.” Before continuing, you gulped, the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek making your stomach turn.

“I don't want that. I want this. I want to be here with you.”

Looking up at him with needy eyes, unable to differentiate whether it was real or acting, he gulped silently. He wanted you so so badly.

"Just shut up. Don't think or speak. Touch me."

Sicheng kisses you softly like you both practiced. His lips molded into yours so perfectly, nothing about the kiss was stiff like it was before.

You play the scene out in your head, from the words you memorized to the actions in the love scene and you do them in an attempt to keep this interaction between you both professional.

Hand on your face and kiss? Check.

Hand on your waist? Check.

Leaning back on the bed and he climbs on top of you? Check.

Pushes up your shirt and exposes your lace bralette? No, that wasn't part of the script.

Sicheng kisses you passionately, his hands start going places where you didn't practice, but you can't stop him. You're so attached to him, but you know you can't sleep with him, not now. Maybe when you're more established, but not now, not during your big break.

“Si-Sicheng,” you say breathlessly, feeling his lips kiss your jawline and neck softly. “This wasn't what we practiced.” Your voice was small, you felt small under him literally and figuratively.

“I know.” His breath tickles your skin, voice so deep and soothing you start to feel your body sink into the mattress. “Y/N… I have something to confess.”

“What?” You could barely speak. The feeling of his hands on your body, lips on your skin. The air felt thick around you, making it hard to breathe. Your chest moves rapidly, every single move he makes causes you to spiral.

“I like you,” he whispers. “Alot.”

You gulp, body so still he could probably have his way with you if you hadn't suddenly come to your senses. You placed your hand on his, stopping him from moving it lower. Sicheng looks at you, his pretty brown eyes reading the expression on your face.

“I can't Sicheng,” you say.” Your mouth says no, but the way your body reacts when he takes your hand and claps it with his while he kisses your neck says absolutely. “I-I can’t.”

“Why not Y/N, you scared,” he says softly, a soft chuckle gracing your ears.

“Yes,” you sigh. “I can't sleep with you, Sicheng. If people find out, I can never come back from that.”

“And who's gonna find out?” Sicheng doesn't let you answer, letting go of your hand and body as he slides down your chest and stomach. You were paralyzed, body completely still as he moved between your legs, mouth dangerously close to your clothed heat.

“Answer me honestly,” he says, deep voice making you shiver. “If it were just you and me in the desert, would you fuck me?”

Mindlessly, you nodded. He was so close, you could feel his nose pushing against your clit, his deep inhales of the space between your legs making your head spin. “Sicheng, I..”

You let out a shaky sigh, the feeling of his hands pushing your legs up enticing you more and more. Truthfully, you haven't had sex in months because of your schedule and being around an attractive man like himself wasn't making it any better. But your dry spell wasn't worth your career and reputation.

That's what you thought initially, but there was something so mind boggling about the way he kissed your core over your shorts.

“Let me help you out,” he whispered. “Relieve that stress.”

“I.. I'm not stressed,” you said slowly. You couldn't control your breathing, chest moving up and down fast, senses heightened.

Sicheng’s hands traveled to your ass, squeezing the flesh as he buried his nose between your legs once again, inhaling deeply. “Fuck,” he breathed out. Your gulp, mouth watering as you feel his fingertips graze the bottom of your back, fingers sinking into the waistband of your shorts.

You raised your hips slowly, a silent confirmation for the both of you. He pulled your shorts down, the sound of your slides hitting the floor followed.

“I know I have a… reputation,” he says, pulling your shorts and underwear off, dropping them on the floor. “I've been trying to work on it but God…” he takes his hands, parting your legs as he lays on his stomach, face close to your crotch. You could feel his ragged breathing, every small sigh that left his lips, which means he could see how wet you were. And for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. You could barely look at him, his eyes slowly sucking the life out of you.

Sicheng licks up your cunt slowly, the pad of his tongue touching every inch of you, making you shiver. His eyes are closed and so are yours as you lay flat on your back taking in every overwhelming emotion. His tongue licks you again and again, your juices on his tongue making him moan softly like he's been craving it. It feels so good, your body is reacting but for some reason you're holding back.

“Shit,” you whispered, brows furrowing.

Sicheng kissed your clit, sucking it softly. Your body shuddered by the sudden feeling, hands naturally moving to touch his hair but hesitating. His tongue flicked your clit at a steady pace, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

“You like that,” he mumbled. Sicheng continued to eat you out, tongue moving against you skillfully, lips kissing and sucking every inch of your womanhood.

“Mhm.” Your voice was so shaky and he barely did anything to you. the intensity of the situation was getting to you, managers and other staff in other trailers could be up walking by, or anyone could hear you.

Sicheng started flicking his tongue faster, making you whine softly. This time, your hands went to him with no hesitation. Fingers gently running through his blonde hair while you lay on your back, so you can't see the way he's watching you arch your back.

Sicheng takes one hand off your leg, removing his mouth from your core, replacing it with his two long fingers. A grin spread along his face watching you sit up holding yourself up on one elbow watching him with lust filled eyes. His fingers spread your pussy open, staring you in your eyes as he sucked your clit once again. His tongue licked your dripping hole in every movement making you whimpers and moan.

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan breathlessly. Your hips started moving on their own, grinding on his mouth. You looked so pretty above him like this, moaning and whimpering his name. Your pretty eyes watching him, the more you stare the more pleasure you feel.

Sicheng sucked hard on your clit over and over, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second.

“God, I'm gonna cum,” you gasped softly, earning an eager nod from the boy below you. You felt your body begin to tremble with the feeling of his tongue flicking the bud of nerves faster and faster. The orgasm that hit you was strong, your whine being so loud you were sure other trailers could hear it, which is the last thing you wanted but Sicheng clearly had no intention of caring. Not when his mouth is still on your leaking cunt, slurping up every drop.

Chest quickly moving up and down, you stared at him as he lifted himself from between your legs. Gosh, he looked like sex personified. Heavy breathing, skin shining, hair tossed. Sicheng tossed his shirt, standing up and removing his pants. You needed him badly, eyes fogged by the lust taking over your body.

“You want my cock,” he says, voice deep and raspy.

You nod fast, not caring how desperate you look at the moment.

“Arch that pretty ass for me.”

You did as he said, moving faster than you ever have to get in position. You can't remember the last time you let a man have you so easily. You should feel embarrassed, you should want to cover your body under the blanket beneath you, but the way he slides himself into you makes all those thoughts melt away.

The stretch he's giving you is possibly everything you needed to get your mind off the movie. You were so snug around him, your arousal soaking every bit of his cock. Sicheng watched as you rested your cheek against the mattress, small whines slipping past your lips every time he pumped his cock in and out of you.

“That's a good girl Y/N,” he mumbled, hands gripping your hips. His slow thrust was tantalizing, every inch of your body wanted more, but it felt so good. “Pretty pussy taking me in so nicely. You waited for this, didn't you?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you moaned softly. Sicheng took his hand off your hip, grabbing the back of your neck, squeezing as you pushed your head further into the mattress. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, the grip on your neck making you even more wet.

He felt you squeeze around him, smirking at your loss of dignity. Hands still on your neck, he thrust in you faster and harder drawing out louder and louder whines. If this were normal circumstances, you would be in his hotel or house, but you aren't. You're in a trailer surrounded closely by other trailers, so you have to be quiet.

“Keep quiet for me baby,” he grunts. “You don't want them knocking on our door, do you?”

“N-no,” you whisper.

Sicheng starts pounding into you, jaw dropping from the sudden change in pace. You could probably guess you looked a mess, mouth open, drooling, small tears staining the sheets. Trying so hard to pull it together, your whines increasing in pitch with every thrust and movement. His groans were music to your ears, the sound of his voice mixed with the small creak of the trailer sending you into a spiral. It's like a scene from a movie.

Sicheng almost loses control when you start bouncing your ass against him, brows knitting watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Such a pretty desperate thing you are, he should've done this weeks ago.

“You like being fucked like this don't you,” he grunts, the grip on your neck getting tighter. That's when he feels your squeeze around him, moaning into the pillow underneath you as you cum.

“F-fuck,” you whined, face twisting in pleasure, ass still bouncing back on him.

“That's it Y/N, let it out. Cum all over me baby,” he mumbled, still thrusting into you. The feeling of him still going despite you almost squeezing him out was delicious, the feeling of him rubbing against your walls making your whole body shiver.

The steady rock of the structure definitely goes unnoticed, the only thing he could focus on was your soft whine slowly increasing in volume.

“Keep fucking that pussy on me,” he mumbled, thrusting deeper into you. “Use me baby, that's a good girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at the name, only encouraging you to move your hips more. He stopped thrusting, brows furrowing as he watched you from behind. That's when an idea popped in his head. Leaning back, he grabbed his phone that laid on the edge of the bed.

“Let's make a movie beautiful,” he mumbled.

Too wrapped up in pleasure, your eyes were screwed shut against the bed, moans and whines being only sounds you could make. You never noticed him begin to record you, putting on a show for him and his camera.

You jump at the hard smack on your ass, the small burn on your skin making your stomach tingle. Sicheng rests a hand on your hip, rubbing the skin softly. He's so close, groaning and grunting in the mic of his phone. And you look great on camera, not that your face is shown, but no wonder you're a movie star.

“I-Im gonna cum sicheng,” you moan, starting to bounce back on him faster. He takes you by your hair, gripping it hard as he holds your body, pounding into you hard. Every moan and whimper was ripped from your body, the only sound you were able to make was choked breaths.

“Good girl, taking my dick like a champ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Gonna make me cum soon yeah?”

The arch in your back makes his tip hit you in places you didn't know existed, your moans getting louder and louder and you approach your orgasm. At that moment you decide to open your eyes, and that's when you see the camera. A wave of dread and shock hit you, your heart immediately sinking to your stomach. But the sinking feeling didn't have time to set, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body shake and shiver.

Sicheng lets go of your hair, pulling out of your locks quickly. The man recorded himself jerking off, low groans in the mic as he came all over your smooth back.

Nothing but heavy breaths can be heard in the silence of the room. For him, he just got the biggest relief of his life, but for you, the atmosphere felt heavy.

“Delete the video,” you said, his eyes immediately burning into your back. “Please. I shouldn't have to beg.”

“Your face isn't in it, I promise,” he says, grabbing his T-shirt to wipe his load off your back.

“That..that isn't the point,” you whine. “Delete the video, I can't afford a sex tape leak.”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Sicheng goes on his camera roll to delete the video, but after all he is just a man and can't help himself. That's when you start to hear moans emitting from his phone.

“Oh my God, delete it please,” you say, clearly embarrassed by the events that just took place. “I sound like a dying cow.”

“You sound pretty and you look pretty.” Sicheng watches you flip over, falling on your back beneath him. At this angle, he could probably take a pretty picture of you, legs spread, sweat sticking on your skin, get you into real trouble. “God, you're beautiful,” he mumbles. “No wonder you're a movie star.”

“And I would like to keep it that way,” you said.

He chuckled, staring down at you. “Let's make a movie then. With your face in it this time.”

You were about to hit him with a hard no but the way his hands traveled up your legs spreading them apart made your brain short circuit. Your eyes follow his every move, licking your lips when he takes his semi hard cock in his hands, rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly. “I promise no one will see it.”

“Your eyes only,” you say breathlessly, his tip rubbing your clit slowly.

“My eyes only.”

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citadelsanchez · 1 year

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Greetings, our dearest and best writer in the entire history of ever, could I interest you in a little scenario where Rick takes y/n and Morty on a little adventure and leaves y/n alone for a moment to meet up with a "contact" only to come back to y/n being surrounded by people and HEAVILY flirted with? I'd just love to imagine the look on Rick's face when y/n spots him with this helpless puppy look as they try to fend off suitors,,,

Hi. Been a minute since I've posted. Holidays and all that, plus I'm in the process of moving states so I apologize! I promise that I will still be slowly working on these. <3 anyways,, hope you enjoy.

((Gender neutral reader))

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"Um.. I dunno, Jerry," you muttered uncomfortably. You were currently sat between Morty and Jerry on the Smiths' couch, and got caught in the middle of the two boys having a debate over Interdimensional Cable. Jerry insisted that he was best friends with Keanu Reeves and Dwayne Johnson in his alternate reality. Morty claimed that even in a different reality he'd never be cool enough for that to be true.

"Well it's nice to be reminded just how much of a loser my own son thinks I am. Y/N, what's your opinion on this?" Jerry asked.

You awkwardly shrugged as you checked your phone and hoped they would just stop talking altogether.

"Hey dipshits, is there some valid reason that you didn't come to the garAAGe when I called your names?"

You turned your head to see none other than Rick entering the living room to stand over you and Morty with his arms crossed.

"W-we never heard you call us," Morty spoke.

Rick scoffed. "Well you just heard me. Get to moving" he said, keeping stern eye contact with you before stalking back towards the garage.

You and Morty glance at each other before hesitantly getting up to obey his command, you're both used to his formidable attitude and being too overcome with curiosity to argue.

When you make it to the garage, Rick is already in his ship ready to depart.

"Get in, come the fuck on" he calls out harshly.

Morty stumbles in and you take your place in the back, wedging your legs between the middle of the floor between their seats.

"So what are we doing, specifically?" You ask, watching as Rick expressionlessly drives the ship. Adventures didn't phase you at all anymore; it had been about a full year now since you've started going on them with your esteemed older mentor and his grandson. The scenery never really made a difference anymore but the objective behind the adventures did.

"Just- it's just a compound I need for a project, that's all."

"That wasn't what I'd call specific" you frown, staring at his side profile.

"It's perfectly specific in being all the information that I care to give out," Rick retorts, throwing you an annoyed look.

"Geeez Rick," Morty adds.

You roll your eyes and decide not to further press the issue. You're no stranger to Rick's many moods and abusive jabs, but usually you were able to pinpoint reasons for them, even if small. Sometimes, though, it seemed deeper than what you could read into and you knew to just leave it be. It wasn't like he would relay his true emotions to anyone.

The ship whirred to a halt as you looked outside of the windows to see a lively city filled with people entering and exiting eccentric shops. Most of the inhabitants seemed to have a masculine appearance, some taking on hybrid human and alien features. Some were strange creatures altogether, and some looked to be completely human.

The three of you climb out of the ship as Rick starts talking. "Alright, so I've got to tend to my business. You two stay here and don't die."

He looks between you and Morty, a sense of guilt almost marking his face before the typical scowl replaces it. "I-If you can't manage that, use this to let me know." Rick shoves a device with a giant blue button in your hands now.

"Good luuUUCk" He burps before walking off into the crowd of humanoids and disappearing from sight.

"Wow, he's really on it today, huh Y/N?" Morty says, puzzled.

"Something's off, I can tell. I need to find out what it is," You respond. "Rick has obviously left us in the dark before but this just doesn't feel right."

Just as you're about to take stride to follow Rick, several warlock resemblant men surround you, blocking your path. Their curious inquiries spill out all at once.

"Look at this specimen, Norpel. Definitely not from around here."

"What's your name, gorgeous?"

"I was told not to touch the aliens that visit but I almost can't resist."

You take a step back and sigh in frustration. Damn you, Rick.

"And you're dead set on using this formula and enduring it's possible side effects, Rick?"

Rick frowned, irked by the fact that his colleague wouldn't just provide him with what he asked for without a 20 questions game.

"Yes, Shabablurb, I'm completely positive."

The mysterious man turned to face the older scientist. "I just have to make sure. I'll go get it then."

Rick tapped his foot as he waited and his mind wanders back to you once again. Your gentle eyes of compassion, your sometimes rare but always bright smile, your soft hair. The inside jokes you two came to have, the gentle touches you give him when he's not being an asshole, the way his entire family cherishes your presence. How he feels about you- he knows the feeling and knows it well. Which is why he needs to get rid of it.

Shabablurb re-enters the room with a vial. "Okay, one and done. I'm not here to judge any of your decisions but just remember Rick, that once you take this, you won't be able to remember an-"

"I got it. Thanks. I'm out."

Rick snatched the compound from the man's hand and began making his way back to Morty and Y/N.

He was starting to wonder if you two had went to a bar or club somewhere when he heard your voice, wavering and meek. Unusually out of character for you.

"Hey stop, don't, back up- don't touch me please."

Rick narrowed his eyes at the crowd he was walking through, pushing past everyone to reach the sound of your voice.

Many feet away, Morty was nowhere in sight but he caught a glimpse of your face, flush with panic and anxiety, as the strange men continued to prod you and several attempting to grab a part of you- your clothes or body.

Your eyes meet Rick's and he can clearly see the plea for help in them as one creature grabs hold of your shirt and begins yanking it.

Rick feels his anger start to surge. He removes his laser gun from his coat and fires it at the crowd, freezing some suitors in place and burning holes in others. Once you're no longer engulfed in bodies, he finds the job satisfactory.

"R-Rick, thank you," you murmur while he walks over, embarrassed by the scene that just played out. You gently brush your fingers over his hand after he puts his gun away and he stares at you with an unreadable expression.

"Rick?"

"Uh yeah, sorry. Glad I could save the day. They w-would've had a feast with you."

Your cheeks flush although you're not sure in what context Rick was even referring to.

In honesty, neither was he. All that was consuming his mind were second guesses. Guilt and pain that clutched his chest with a deathly grip. And a single question ringing in his head.

How could he make himself forget about you?

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader

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misc-obeyme · 11 months

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Early morning w/ solomon pls i love your works sm 💙 (and congrats on getting 500 followers!!)

Hi, anon!

I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! I can't seem to write Solomon fics that don't take place in Cocytus Hall anymore, so that's where we are yet again, but I still think it turned out okay!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt Early Morning

Warnings: sharing a bed but it's still sfw

You tossed and turned in your bed, moving your blankets and then your pillows, changing positions. And yet, sleep eluded you. Your mind raced. You couldn't stop thinking about all the stress and all the problems and everything you still had to do somehow. The pressure of knowing what was at stake was too much.

You stared at the clock in the darkness, its faint light mocking you with the fact that it was too early in the morning for you to still be awake. You groaned, rolling out of bed and leaving your room.

You didn't know what you were doing or where you were going, but you couldn't just lay there anymore. So you paced through the rooms of Cocytus Hall, pausing here and there to look at things or touch something. But really you weren't paying too much attention to your surroundings. Your mind was too preoccupied.

You soon found yourself outside the door to Solomon's room. You hadn't meant to go there, but you supposed it was no surprise that your body carried you there subconsciously. The light was not on underneath it and you knew that he was actually sleeping in there for once.

You didn't really want to disturb him, but you didn't want to just go back to your bed, either. Maybe it would help ease your mind just to look at him. It was a little creepy to watch someone sleep, but you wouldn't stay. Just a quick peek.

You opened the door slowly and carefully in an attempt to prevent it from making any noise. You successfully made your way inside silently and stopped by the edge of the bed.

In the darkness, you could still see the silver sheen of Solomon's hair poking out above the covers. The lump that was his body moved up and down slowly with his gentle breathing. You remembered that you weren't going to be weird and stay to watch him sleep, so you turned around to go.

A hand on your wrist stopped you. You turned back to look and saw Solomon's eyes were barely open as he blinked up at you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm leaving, go back to sleep."

"Too late," Solomon said, voice croaky with sleep. He sat up in bed, still holding onto your wrist so you wouldn't leave.

"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at the clock. "It's three in the morning."

Your eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and a fuzzy feeling overtook you at the sight of Solomon in his pajamas, his hair completely mussed, the sleepy expression on his face.

"I'm fine," you said. "I just couldn't sleep, that's all."

Solomon nodded thoughtfully. "Too much on your mind." It wasn't a question. He knew how difficult things had been for you lately. "You can stay here tonight, if it will help."

You considered this offer. There wasn't much time left before you had to face a new day, but it was better to sleep as much as you could and you knew you wouldn't sleep at all if you went back to your own room.

And all at once you realized the only thing you really wanted was to be in Solomon's embrace.

He seemed to understand what was going through your mind, finally letting go of your wrist and scooting over to make room for you.

You crawled into the bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around you, tangling one hand in your hair as he cradled the back of your head. He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled into his chest, already feeling the heaviness of sleep weighing down your limbs. It seemed all you needed to finally drift off was the comfort of Solomon's arms. Next time you had trouble sleeping, perhaps you wouldn't wait until it was early morning to seek him out.

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chartedscars · 4 months

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hello! hope you are doing well!

can I please request a writing piece involving a love at first sight trope with Mike Schmidt? :) thanks!

Oh my godddd, I was really excited to do this one because I've never done this trope before!! Sorry if it's a bit all over the place. As always, feedback is appreciated greatly! :) (Tried to make this gender neutral.)

The smell of rain filled the air as the downpour surrounded the area. The grass y/n stood on had quickly become damp as they stood there; bag over head, desperately looking around for cover of some sort.

By a stroke of luck they saw a dimly lit building. It looked abandoned to say the least. Y/n immediately started to run towards the building, their shoes squeaking against the wet grass. Once they were right outside they took a closer look at the sign. "Freddy Fazbear's", with some sort of bear wearing a top hat and bowtie.

What is this place? They thought to themself, subconsciously scanning the building for any other people. Nope, definitely empty... Empty with locked doors. Y/n sighed and started walking around the side, their clothes becoming soaked by the rainwater. Gross.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an unlocked door around the side of the building. They gently opened the door... (this was done on purpose, sorry ddlc fans)

The inside was dark. Very dark. Various tables and chair were scattered across the tiled floor, thy were dusty and unkept. Much like the arcade machines to the right side, untouched for what looked like years. At the very front of the room sat a stage, covered by a crimson curtain, though it was hard to see in the dark. What mattered was that it was somewhere to wait for the rain to stop.

They carefully took a step forward, looking around the room, eyes squinted. "Hello?" Seems like no-one's here. Y/n took several more steps forward, making their through the dark building; failing to notice a little pebble just waiting to ruin their day. Y/n yelps, being dragged down to the floor. "Ouch.."

They hold their knee for a minute before jolting up at the sound of a flashlight being turned on. The bright, headache inducing light pours down, illuminating them along with some of the hard-tiled floor around them.

They look up to see a man wearing a security jacket. Now I'm in trouble.

"Um.. Hello?" The man looked to be in his 20s. "Uh sorry, am I not allowed to be here…? They quickly stand up, pulling an arm above their eyes to avoid the light. “What are you doing here? This place is closed.” Just look at that short, brown, curly hair.

"Well, it was raining and I need to find somewhere to cover until it stops. Sorry, I'll go if I'm causing any trouble."

"No, no, you're good-" And gorgeous brown eyes.

He turns the flashlight towards the floor, giving them a half smile. "What's your name?" Oh, and that face... Y/n felt their heart melt at the sight, this guy is... Amazing! Wait, what did he say?

"I'm y/n! And yourself?" They smile at him. Trying to hide the blush creeping onto their face and trying not to get lost in his eyes.

He smiles in return, his brown eyes almost glowing in the darkness surrounding them both. "That's a pretty name. I'm Mike."

He pauses, his smile faltering slightly. "Hey, you look cold. Uh, here, take this." He says, unzipping his jacket and removing it, holding out to them instead. Y/n can't help it anymore, their cheeks glowing pink even in the dark. They take the jacket and zip it around themself. "Thank you, Mike... So, do you work here? I thought this place was abandoned."

“This place closed down in the 90’s.. but I'm the security guard. I just check in on this place after dark to make sure nothing bad is going on here.” That makes sense. If he's a security guard he must be strong. God, just look at him... I've never seen anyone so perfect before!

Mike must've noticed their eyes staring at him, he clears his throat. "So, I need to go check on the monitors and stuff, feel free to just sit in the dining room for a while. I'll be in the office if you need anything." He smiles back at them, now blushing a bit too. Probably from the attention he isn't used to. "Oh and one more thing,"

He pauses.

"Would you like to get coffee some time?"

AAHHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, MY MUM'S IN HOSPITAL AGAIN, JESUS. I'm sorry if it isn't very good, this is my first time writing for Mike :0

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Dark Magik

Lani, a teenage witch trapped in the spirit world, must escape and stop her powerful warlock of an ancestor (Erik Stevens) from wreaking havoc.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

15-year-old Lani Stevens was not your typical moody Brooklyn teen. Her fascination with gothic culture and occultism inspired her to embrace her family's history of darkness rather than shun it.

CHURCH or NOWHERE, her parents insisted, knowing full well that she wouldn't be caught DEAD in a Christian sanctuary. That meant she'd soon be trapped in the house. No graveyards, no trespassing in haunted places, no parties, no trick or treating, and no fun.

"That's fine," she'd pre-determined angrily. "If I can't go out, I'll do it here."

The time on Lani's phone was 11:59 PM, on October 30th. There was one more minute before the living and dead would be able to mingle once again for better or worse.

Lani sat in her room with the lights out, cross-legged and surrounded by lit black candles fixed in the center of and around a carefully drawn pentagram. Her candles were actually from Amazon, and her grimoire was moreso a collection of pinterest and tiktok posts... but they had to work for someone.

Per a website she'd visited, each candle was to guide the way for the spirit she was inviting to sit with her for the night. Tonight, for her first try, it would be her great-grandfather. Though hated by the family, he was her biggest role model, and stories of him only increased her admiration.

He'd rejected the church and, as an extension, his own family. He'd abandoned Granny as a child and left home to "worship the devil" as a warlock. To Lani, it was a blueprint for how she wanted to live.

She hoped he'd offer grandfatherly wisdom. She needed badly for someone to relate to and understand her. So she repeated the name, focused on the old black and white photograph that she'd found hidden in her mother's old family scrapbook. He looked to be in his early 30s when it was taken.

"I call upon the spirit of Erik Stevens. Erik Stevens, you are welcome here."

She didn't know what else to say. She'd never attempted to contact a spirit, and her parents would have her exorcised if she ever brought an ouiji board.

"I call upon Erik Stevens... I call upon Erik Stevens."

-SHATTER-

Lani flinched as her window burst, shards of glass scattering into smaller peices on the floor, inviting a strong chill from outside. The wind went through her body to her bones, the small room suddenly freezing cold. Lani scrambled to her knees, feeling the icy floor through the holes in her black webbed stockings.

The air was full of whispers, which turned to scratching in the walls. The sound migrated and surrounded her. The door squeeked, and no one was there.

-RINGTONE-

Lani flinched at the sudden sound. Who would call her past midnight? It was an unknown number.

"H-hello?" Her breath was a fog from the sudden temperature drop. All at once, the candles flickered and went out, leaving her in complete darkness except for the moon and stars. There was feedback, distortion, heavy breathing, and whispers on the line.

Hearing her own gaspy breathing, she tried to be quiet.

"I'm not alone."

"Grandpa?" Her heart pounded.

"What have you done?"

She twisted the knob of her door and shook it violently, trying to escape to her parents' room, but it wouldn't budge. "MOM! MOM! DAD!" Her heart sank. She turned to find her great-grandfather standing in the center of the pentagram, looking exactly as he had in the photo. He hadn't aged a day. A fearful whine was all else she could manage.

"You're Lani, my great granddaughter."

"Yes," she whispered, choked up with fear.

He raised a finger to his lips, and when he reached out, she was pulled by an invisible force into the pentagram. He grabbed her hands, muttering strange words, his eyes blackened. He inhaled deeply, and the more he chanted, she began to vanish. Powerless to stop it, she faded into nothingness and awoke violently inside of a chaotic and lawless world filled with evil spirits. In her place, Erik Stevens, a once powerful warlock, exited the pentagram free to roam the mortal world, causing mayhem and terror.

He descended to where he found a couple in bed asleep. He could easily recognize the woman as the grandchild he'd never got to meet.

"Sharon."

He reached out to cast a spell that would assure her allegiance with darkness, but to his disappointment, there was a Bible on her bedside table and a cross around her neck. Hallowed ground, holy objects, and those protected by them.. he couldn't touch.

Quietly, he left and closed their door, sweeping his fingertips along the walls where the scratching resided. He could feel Lani inside trying hard to get out.

Lani wasn't a true witch... yet, and she lacked the knowledge of voodoo practiced by her own bloodline, which is why she'd mistakenly freed a hoard of spirits along with his. Messy ignorance. The most Lani had ever done right was burn sage..

But in the spirit world, there were tons of spirits to meet, fight, flee, and conquer. She could learn a lot trapped in a place like that. Information, spells, and contracts. It was all there for her to take and grow from if she could manage it within 24 hours before they switched places once more.

"Enjoy, my child. Learn well," he whispered. Finally, someone he could pass his power and connections onto.

If they switched back.

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isa-belle1367 · 2 months

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Some silly shaundes fluff bc I'm sad

"Is the update done yet." I asked from my spot on the floor.

Rebecca had wanted to put in an update that was taking longer than normal to download. So, for the past hour, I have been left with nothing to do except wait. It was excruciating.

"Not yet, and if you keep asking, I'm going to make you wait even longer." Rebecca said, not looking up from her computer.

I sat up, desperate for something to do. Ever since I had started using the animus, sitting still for long periods of time became nearly impossible. I had become used to the feeling of always being on the move, jumping from buildings, running from guards, stabbing targets, etc.

Shaun was sitting in a nearby chair while reading some kind of document. I stood up and walked over to him. I looked over his shoulder at what he was reading, it was a rough copy of one of Altair's codex pages, probably copied down from the animus.

Normally I wouldn't have cared, but I had already memorized all of the codex pages, and I wasn't too eager to read it again.

"You couldn't read anything more interesting." I sighed.

"You couldn't stand sitting still for 1 hour." He said sarcastically.

"No, I can't and now I'm extremely bored." I said, hoping he would give me something to do.

He sighed, setting down the page before turning to me. "You could go train, check your skill retention."

I could do that, it would keep me occupied, but I didn't feel like doing it alone, and Lucy was at the store. I could always ask Shaun...

"Wanna watch me." I asked.

"No, why would I want to do that?" He stated.

"Well, I can't go alone in case I hurt myself, Lucy isn't here, and Rebecca is working on the animus."

He paused for a moment, "Fine." He sighed while standing up.

I had a silent celebration. "Okay let's go." I said while practically dragging him out of the room.

Once we were in the training room, *which was in my opinion the best room in the warehouse* I grabbed one of the practices knives and walked into the fighting ring. It was a small circle with around a dozen fake dummies set up around the circle.

Shaun stood outside the railing, leaning against it.

"Want me to do anything specific?" I called out.

Shaun thought for a moment before pulling out his phone. "Try taking all of them out in 30 seconds."

I grinned while readying myself.

Once he saw that I was reading, Shaun told me to start.

For most of the dummies, I used my hidden blade, I quickly tore through them, straw flying out at me.

"10 seconds!" Shaun called out.

I started to move faster, once I only had one dummy left, I sent my dagger, flying at it. The knife went straight through its neck, pinning it to the wall behind it.

Shaun held up his phone, 3 seconds to spare. I looked around the arena. Fabric, and straw everywhere.

"Looks like you've been learning a lot from Ezio." Shaun said while looking at the mess surrounding me.

I grinned while retracting my hidden blade. I walked over to Shaun, pulling myself up onto the railing. I sat on the rail next to Shaun. I was now out of breath.

I decided to take off my sweatshirt due to all of the hay now clinging to it.

I pulled it off, tossing it to the side. I noticed Shaun was staring at my arms in shock.

"Since when did you have this many muscles?!" He said, clearly shocked.

"Since always?" I said while laughing.

I guess I had always worn a hoodie around them, but I didn't expect Shaun to be that surprised.

"You bloody asshole." He said while shoving my arm.

I laughed a bit, just then Lucy walked in holding some plastic bags.

"Hey, bought some supplies, should last us through the week. Can you guys' help put them away?"

"Ya sur-" I tried to respond but I was cut off by Shaun.

"Lucy! Did you know that Desmond has muscles?" He said while holding up my arm.

Lucy laughed. "You didn't?"

"No!" Shaun called out while dropping my arm.

"Okay well you can drool over Desmond's muscles after the groceries are put away." She said while leaving.

Shaun face went red as he turned to follow Lucy, as he was leaving, he called over his shoulder. "Since you're strong you have to carry the bags."

"What? No fair!" I called out while following after him.

I love the idea of Rebecca and Shaun being so shocked at Desmond's muscles while Lucy and Desmond laugh at them.

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8makes1newworld · 3 months

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A part two as requested. @last-words-ofashootingstar was responsible for about ninety percent of this happening, her big brain deserves the credit and her artistic touch with the moodboard she made above. Cameo appearances of other fandom figures also.

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Slowly you awoke to the sunlight streaming through your open window. Unable to make out your surroundings while you sat up and looked around yourself. Upon realizing you were in your own room you began to relax.

Still an ominous feeling cloaked across your body as you tried to piece together the night before. Barely recalling any details of the excursion to the beach the previous night before.

You groaned as you got your tired body out of bed. A small scar on your finger throbbed, drawing your attention and prompting you to rack your brain as to when you had injured your finger.

“Shit!” You raced to the closet to grab some clothes so that you could go take the driver's test that you had been looking forward to for some time.

“y/n it's time to go! What's taking so long?” Soyeon, your workaholic mother knocked at the door of your room and nearly scared you witless.

“Almost there!” You called out while frantically thumbing through your clothes. About to have a breakdown when you couldn't find your favorite cozy Hello Kitty hoodie, your favorite shirt and your favorite pair of jeans were somehow missing as well.

“Damn it! Are they all in the laundry basket?!” You whined dramatically and donned a few random pieces of clothes, mismatched but time was not on your side presently to complain.

“y/n give me back my Converses or I'll be assisting you with your test!” Your big brother Beomgyu was beating on your door. Nearly falling into you when you opened it suddenly.

“Sheesh, is it you who's holding my clothes hostage as leverage? Give them up now! I don't have your shoes!” You put your hands on your hips and scowled at him.

Beomgyu dramatically shook his head. “I don't have any of your smelly clothes!”

“Uh huh, right.” You approached him with murder in your eyes.

“It's okay you can keep my shoes! Just let me live!” He raced down the hallway away from you. Thoroughly intimidated by you.

You sighed defeatedly and turned to go to the bathroom, working on your hygiene before hurrying outside to meet up with your parents who were waiting for you.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” Your father Chan asked, who always seemed aware when you weren't feeling yourself caused you to look up at him in surprise.

“She seems to have had too much time on her phone, sleeping late again.” Soyeon muttered quaintly and got into the driver's side of the car.

“Can't I speak for myself…” You rolled your eyes and sat down in the backseat of the car, buckling up and pretending to ignore your mother.

“You know you can always come to me if you need to talk? I’m always here for you, pumpkin.” Chan looked through your open window at you and gazed at you with genuine concern.

“Sure I do.” You replied softly, looking at him in earnest. Really you didn't know what you could talk about with him. First you felt you had went out last night. The place that you had been forbidden to go to. Yet your memories were fleeting and you had no idea how you had gotten back into your own bed.

With that Soyeon drove away. You gazed out the window and started to lose yourself in your head. Tuning out your big brother in the front seat talking with your mom and playing a noisy game on his phone.

‘This is going to be a long day…’ You thought to yourself and spaced out.

🌌

Hours later you were exhausted, fortunately though you were to secure a pass on your driver's test. The only high point of the day you felt. Now you were meandering through grocery store aisles to pick up ingredients for dinner.

You were turning around after picking up a few packages of frozen vegetables. Though to your horror you smacked right into a person's chest.

“Oh I'm sorry- wait…” You gasp as your eyes traversed the face of the male who was looking down at you. His face handsome and familiar at the same time.

“You're wearing…” You stepped back quickly and looked at the Hello Kitty hoodie that he was wearing. Identical to the one that you were missing.

“Me? Yes someone special to me was kind enough to lend it to me.” The stranger replied with a deep voice that seemed to wash over every cell of your body with the purpose of enchantment.

“Ah right…” You looked down at his jeans. The wash uncannily similar to yours, looking as though they fit him like capris.

You blinked when your eyes reached his shoes. The same kind of converse that Beomgyu wore.

“Uh… you're dressed well… I mean I have the same hoodie somewhere…” You shifted nervously. The elegant and graceful aura that blanketed him seemed to not quite match the clothes that he wore.

“Is that so? The clothes are nice. I know they look good on you.” He gave a charming smile. Darkness in his eyes that sparked something inside of you. A feeling of familiarity in your gut that you just couldn't put your finger on.

“Uh … nice to meet you… I should be going…” You mumbled awkwardly and clutched your groceries against yourself as if they could help you with recharging your social battery.

“Ah, what a shame I enjoyed the chat. I'm Seonghwa, I want you to know that because I believe fate will allow us to continue meeting.” A smile twitched at the corners of Seonghwa's lips.

“I don't believe in fate… Seonghwa.” You shook your head and tried to steady your breathing, making your getaway because you didn't trust him.

He watched you leave with a cocksure smile. Finding you amusing and adorable at the same time just like the first time that he met you.

'You don't have to believe in fate. But I do'

🌌

(Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)

Oh, please now

Do this just for me, yeah

I don't ask for much

Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, baby

(Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)

You sang along with your playlist as you gazed out at dusk falling outside your window. The song by Sia seemed to only bring the feelings that you'd pushed down to only surface at times like now. When you were alone and no one could see you wishing to be able to venture out for a world that was larger than what you experienced, to be able to find love.

With a wistful sigh you reminded yourself that it was all fairytales. That it was safer to abide by the cynicism of your mind.

Your stomach grumbled and interrupted your melancholic contemplations. Still you ignored it, deciding to tune into YouTube instead and watch an old episode of Good Mythical Morning.

Seonghwa however was lurking outside, wanting to make sure that you were taking care of yourself. He frowns when he sees that you weren't going to get food. Deciding instead to take matters into his own hands.

At the end of the episode you heard a slapping sound against the window. Two slaps to be exact. Hesitantly you approached the window, looking at the sill in puzzlement when you see two fish neatly aligned with each other.

“Did a gull drop these?” You asked yourself out loud as if the answer would come to you from our of the void.

You peeked outside your window, missing the siren hiding in the overgrown hedge bushes that grew near your window.

Honestly you didn't know what to do with the fish that were so neatly presented before you as if it were a gift.

“I suppose I could cook these at a high enough temperature to kill the bacteria…” You trailed off thoughtfully and picked up the seafood.

Meanwhile Seonghwa was wincing in confusion, a pained grimace on his face as he shook his head.

Why ruin the fish by cooking them?

He didn't understand. But as long as you managed to eat them he was happy. Once you left the window he slipped off to go to the ocean. A place that he could go to make his plans. Plans that were necessary because he physically couldn't stay away from you for long at a time.

#ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #park seonghwa x reader #gidle soyeon #txt beomgyu #stray kids bang chan #ateez seonghwa

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liar-liarpantsonfire · 1 year

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Stars in the big, black ink

Summary:You're staying with Alois for the night, it's a beautiful and clear, quiet night so you decide to enjoy it.

Cw:There is none, just fluff

Alois sighed, straightening out your bed. "I don't know why Claude couldn't of done this... it's litterally his job!" he muttered causing you to look up at him.

"Hm?"

"Oh! Nothing, dear!"

"If you say so..."

Alois finished with bed sheets and looked up to you, "All done!" He chirped, walking over. "Well, I'll be in my chambers if you need me, I'm just next-door." He said gently, looking to you with a small smile as he made his way to the door. You nodded, sitting on the bed and grabbing a book, reading in quiet. An hour or so passed and you couldn't relax, nevermind sleep.

You stood up, making your way to the blonde's room and gently knocking on his door. A gentle, "Come in!" was heard from the other side and you opened the door, shutting it behind you.

"Would you like to go outside? It's a beautifully clear night." The noble's eyes lit up as you said that and he nodded, standing up.

"That sounds lovely! Why not?" He grabbed a spare blanket before heading downstairs and outside with you, a gentle grip on your hand.

You walked for a short while, through the gardens, until you reached a table and chair with rose bushes surrounding them. You and Alois sat down as he wrapped the blanket around you both. You looked up at the sky, beautiful, shining white stars were scattered in the black void. It was beautiful. The moonlight illuminated the garden, shining down on the two of you. Alois placed his hand in yours as your head rested against his shoulder.

"They're pretty aren't they?" His voice was the first thing to break the silence in a while.

"Yes, they are... I've never seen them so clearly before."

"I like coming out here sometimes; to watch the sunset and look at some stars." He paused for a moment. "Its nice. It's peaceful and quiet..." He smiled to himself. "You know?"

You gave a small nod in response, it wasn't clear what else he wanted from you if wanted anything at all. Sometimes it felt like he was more just talking because someone was there to listen rather than make conversation but sometimes that was nice. You didn't always need to say anything, just listen.

"They remind me of when I was younger but... in a nice way. It makes me think of someone special." He said softly.

After a moment, everything went quiet again. The silence was nice though, it was calm and gave you a moment to just think and stare at the beautiful sky. Usually it'd be too cold to stay out for a while but with the blanket you could stay out for hours. The two of you sat in silence for a while, Alois's arm slowly finding it's way around you. The red of the roses and green of the leaves stood out against the ink black sky and the small dots of white scattered in it. The wind began to pick up and you shivered a little, Alois looking to you and pulling you closer, almost pulling you off your chair. "Woops! Sorry!" He giggled, clearly not that sorry. You laughed softly, looking to Alois, shaking your head and leaning against him again. "No you're not."

"I am!" He was still giggling and very clearly didn't feel too bad about it.

"Mhm, sure." You laughed, shaking your head and looking back up to the night sky.

"You know how you're supposed to see certain shapes in the stars?" You nodded. "Sometimes I like to try and make shapes out of the stars if I can't find one of the special ones. It helps me relax." You smiled and nodded, even though you spent a lot of time listening to Alois he often did the same for you, he always let you talk about whatever you wanted for as long as you pleased. This was the way you two worked... it was nice.

"Do you think that humans will ever be able to see the stars?" You asked gently, Alois shook his head.

"I don't think that we'll care enough..." He looked to you. "Humans are funny that way, we seem to only care about things we understand well and we don't seem to prioritise the correct things. I don't think we ever will." You nodded slowly, sitting up and looking to the blonde.

"You have some deep thoughts..."

"I suppose so? Not really though." He giggled softly. He really was oblivious to himself.

A little while passed and Alois sighed, standing up and stretching out. "We should head inside and get some rest." You nodded and he helped you to your feet, taking the blanket and walking back inside with him slowly.

Tonight had been perfect, in it's own way.

Authors Note:This took me far too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry it's so short! Let me know if you gave any requests for other fics!!

#black butler #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #blackbutler #x reader #alois trancy #alois x reader #kuroshitsuji alois #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #x you #x you fluff #black butler fluff #stargazing #starynight

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sere-rine · 1 year

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>Memories<

Scarlett Johansson x Fem Reader

A/N: This story is originally written from my wattpad account. This is from my Middle actresses oneshot imagines. (I added the link if you wanna check it out)

Warnings: Fluff // Angst // Death

Scarlett's POV

"Y/n, do you still remember the time we confessed our feelings to one another? I remember that you fell first but I fell harder."

The breeze here outside is a good. And the weather is nice. The grass is so green and the surrounding is peaceful. Not many families are here today since it's Monday.

The best way for us to celebrate our 25th anniversary. Just reminisce our beautiful past is enough for me.

《《《

"So how are you and Y/n?" Asked by Evans who comfortably sat beside me on my trailer.

"What do you mean? We're good, and we are gonna hang out to my place later, wanna come?" Me and Y/n are friends but I wish we are something more. But knowing her? She does not want to settle and be committed. She is wild and free that almost every night she has a different girl in bed, then she will wake up at dawn, leave the hotel without any trace then will knock into my house and sleep beside me, after she take a shower ofcourse. She even have the key to my house because of that, I feel like she doesn't have a home anymore.

So asking her for a date and be committed with me is risky.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude your date so I'm gonna sit out." I giggle in his statement. Oh how I wish it was a date.

"It's not a date and nothing is going on between us so come with us." To be honest I don't want him to come. I'm just asking for modesty, but please say no.

"Scarlett I know you, you are looking forward for this to be alone with her I bet!" Well he is Chris Evans so I know that he knows what I'm thinking.

"Chris, I like her so very much, but at the same time I'm afraid." I said to him after I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I understand what you're feeling since it's not a secret that she is wild and reckless but at the same time I can see the way she looks at you. Why don't you find out first her reason behind her behavior?"

I nod to him and someone knock on my trailer saying that our director needs us now. We stand up and I open the door and start my work.

...

Y/n and I are in my room watching a movie while cuddling. I felt her clingyness on set earlier and now ever since she got in my place all she ever done was to hug my waist and bury her head into my shoulders. Though I'm loving her mood I can sense something is bothering her.

"Y/n?" I gently called her name seeing if she is still awake. She hummed then hugged me tighter. We are watching Ocean's 8 by the way because she said she needs to see a lot of hot women. As if she didn't slept with a lot of hot women.

"Are you ok?" Her head tilted at my questions and she meets my eyes. Her eyes that I will never get tired of.

"What do you mean? I'm fine." Let me tell you, she is one of the best actress I have ever met but also one of the worst liars of all time. She can't lie and everyone who knows her knew it. I just don't know if that is considered as her strengths or weakness.

"Hmm I totally believe you that you are fine and nothing is bothering you." She scoff at my sarcasm and leans into me more as if there is still space between us.

"There's just this one woman that I can't get out of my mind." My eyes popped and my heart sunk when I heard her say those words. Who is that woman? Lucky her, wish it was me.

"She was incredible. Her body, her personality, her eyes. Everything about her is so enticing. But the not so good part is I don't know if she likes me back, I know I'm a coward. I don't just want to take her to bed, I want to have a relationship with her but I'm afraid." She said and I feel tears on my chest. She is crying, and it's because of a certain girl.

"Y/n if you don't mind me asking, why are you fond of one night stand?" The question that wants to get of my head since I learned her behavior, finally came out.

"Ha Ha, I'm the typical girl who let herself be distracted by a lot of other girls just to get the woman that I like out of my mind." Well how lucky that woman can get?

"Since when?" I don't know where I got this confidence but I'm loving it.

"Since when you became engaged."

Wait a second.

What the hell?

She became like that because I was engaged, that means it is because of me?

"I know it's a lot, you don't have to do anything, I know you and Evans have a thing, I don't intend to break you two up, you don't have to like me back." Is this a dream? Ghad!

"Y/n we've been friends for two years, I was engaged last year. Since when did you liked me?" The person of my dreams likes me too? This is unbelievable.

"Since before we met in Ellen."

"Y/n that was four years ago! I barely know you that time. I can't even remember if we talked there?" She rolled her eyes at my question.

"You are the Scarlett Johansson and I'm still a no one so of course we didn't talked. That is what a fan like me get. We are going to fall and dedicate something that is a part of ourself for the celebrity who does not have any idea that we existed." Her words stung me like a bee. I didn't know she was feeling that way.

I cupped her face and kissed her soft and plump lips. It feels so good and she taste great. I could and would kill anybody who wakes me up if this is a dream.

I felt her hands snaked my waist and gripped it tight. Now I am convinced that this is true and not a dream. I swiped her bottom lip asking for entrance which she gladly gave. Ghad, this woman is going to be the death of me.

》》》

"Mom, it's time for us to go to the church." I heard my daughter said and my gaze landed upon her beautiful white wedding dress. I love looking at Ryn's eyes since she got it from Y/n.

"Do you really have to get married?" She rolled her eyes and scoff at me. She got her looks from me except her eyes. But her antics and mannerisms are all Y/n's.

"Seriously mom?" She clings her arms in mine and we face her other mother.

"I can't help it, you grew up so fast and now you are already 28 and getting married! Time fly so fast!" I kneeled and remove the stray flower petals from my love's grave.

"And she left us like a lightning." She says kneeling too.

"Hey you're dress!" She just shrugged and continues to sit on the ground.

"But remember she is always with us." I said putting my hand on top of hers that is tracing her other mother's name.

"I know, she won't leave us, she can't, I mean, she is obsessed with us ma!" She said which makes us both laugh.

"You are right. Come on get up! You still have a wedding to attend!" I got up and I offered my hand which she kindly accepts.

She may be gone physically but I know she's guiding us wherever she may be.

Y/n M/n L/n

My wife, the other mother of Floryn Johansson-L/n. She may got beaten by cancer but she will always be the love of my life. The one and only for me. And the memories she left will always be cherished by me and the people who loves her.

#scarlett johansson #scarjo #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #fluff #middle aged actresses #lgbtq #lgbt #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg #gxg imagine

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hellishere7980 · 8 months

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begin Again Chapter-4 (sequel to Marinette Wayne)

Days went by as normally as they could in the Wayne household. The sun cast a warm glow over the elegant dining room as Isabel, Damian and Alfred were gathered for lunch.

During a lull in the conversation, Isabel turned to Damian, her eyes filled with a glimmer of curiosity. "Would you like to accompany me for a walk outside after lunch?". Damian gave a stiff nod in response. "If you insist," he replied tersely.

Deep down, Damian tried to hide the seething resentment that churned within him. It seemed that everyone in the family, even Titus and Alfred the Cat, were open to Isabel. The fact that she had effortlessly integrated herself into their lives grated on him.

As they strolled around the well-cared-for gardens, a true masterpiece of Alfred's meticulous care, Damian couldn't help but finally turn to Lusicina, his gaze intense. "Is there something specific you wanted to talk about, Lusicina?"

Isabel paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "How about we sit?" she suggested, gesturing to a clean patch of grass well, every patch was a clean patch but yeah… they sat down. Isabel took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on Damian's. "Look, Damian," she began, her voice earnest. "I'll get straight to the point, just don't interrupt me. I have a reason to believe you are the potential successor to Wayne Enterprises. I want nothing to do with it. The only reason I'm even here is that Uncle J insisted that I had someone to look after me. Okay? I have my own business to look up to. I have my superhero persona to maintain and work on. I want absolutely nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises, the family's complicated history, or honestly anything else related to it. I would have been mad too if somebody tried to uproot my life."

Damian gave her a judgmental look, but Isabel continued, undeterred. "You know what?" she continued, "I'll even sign anything if that's what it takes. I would have disappeared off the face of the globe, but that would have Wayne, revealing everything. The only plus side to this... is that I get to meet you guys. After all, we share half the blood. So, truce?"

The demon's heir’s eyes showed his emotions but for a few blinks they were back to stone. "Very well Lusicina." He conceded, acknowledging the tentative truce.

Isabel shrugged, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you. And don't you dare let Wayne get to your head. He is no shining example of maintaining relationships that have always been clear as crystal.” She said with a humorless laugh. “Well, on a lighter note, do update me on the stuff that has been happening around here while I was away. I need to catch up on everything. I mean, the number of Twitter sorry X wars you have started, both in and out of the mask, is astounding."

As evening approached, bRuce, Dick and Tim got back from Wayne Enterprises and well Jason?... best not ask.They entered the grand Wayne Manor, a sprawling estate were greeted by Alfred then at the doorstep, his impeccable demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded the household.

As they shed their coats, Dick couldn't help but ask about Damian and Isabel. "Alfred, where's Damian and Isabel?" he asked.

Alfred's response was curt and to the point. "I believe they went for a stroll in the Manor Gardens."

The mention of Damian and Isabel together had everyone stopping in their tracks, a single thought racing through their heads: "Oh God, was Damian going to try and kill Isabel?" As they bolted towards the garden, they finally came across the two figures. To their surprise, there was no immediate danger in sight. They approached cautiously, their curiosity piqued. Jason couldn't help but whisper. "Holy Shit, what is the demon spawn doing?"

Dick chimed in with a tentative suggestion, "He's smiling...?"

Tim shook his head. "Nah can't be." but squinted his eyes to get a closer look anyway. Bruce, their father, felt a faint grin tugging at his lips, his heart warmed by the sight of his children bonding together. He moved forward silently to listen to their conversation.

Isabel's laughter rang out through the garden. "Really?" she chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Indeed," Damian replied, a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. "And he proceeded to stare, trying to comprehend and process the information that he had an heir."

Isabel's laughter continued. "So," continued Damian, "what happened in your case?"

"Oh," she began. "My biological mother just dropped me off at the hospital, gave Wayne’s name, rushed out of the gate, when he got there, he took a DNA test, and took me home."

The fact that they were exchanging stories about how they met him was a questionable sign. It was good, Bruce thought, maybe as long as they were bonding and building some semblance of a connection.

Isabel, however, seemed to have sensed their presence. "Anyway," she said with a playful smirk, "Wayne and the gang are here, so I gotta fly. Side note: Keep your phone ready tomorrow at breakfast. I foresee blackmail material in your path." With that, she got up and shouted, "Bye!" as she speed-walked away, leaving them behind.

Slowly, Damian got up and looked Bruce in the eye. "You look quite foolish to send her away, Father." he remarked.

Jason couldn't help but chime in, "That's what I’VE had been screaming." The rest of them shared a collective sigh, and Bruce simply gazed at his daughter's retreating figure, his heart heavy.

The new day dawned over Gotham and the Wayne Manor, a place known for its chaotic and eventful mornings. Isabel strolled into the kitchen, where Tim was busy brewing a cup of coffee. However, it was clear that he wasn't satisfied with the brew. His brow furrowed in frustration as he worked on the coffee maker.

Isabel peered in a bit closer and offered a suggestion, her voice filled with a mischievous twinkle. "Try adding a different, preferably sweet energy drink in it," she suggested casually.

Tim looked up in shock, his eyes widening. "What?"

Isabel pointed at the coffee. "In the coffee," she clarified.

"Okay, let's give it a shot," Tim said with a grin, pun intended.

Isabel couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. "Oh God, puns are awesome, but only in moderation."

"Of course," Tim replied as he added the energy drink and stirred the concoction. He took a cautious sip and then his eyes went wide with surprise. "This is the nectar of the gods!"

Isabel took the mug from his hands and sampled it herself. "Damn right, this is good!"

Jason, who had been observing this experiment with growing horror, was ready to pop his eyes out. "holy fucki** Chri---"

"Language master Jason, " Alfred chided.

Isabel and Tim turned to him in unison. "What?"

Damian, who had been quietly observing the scene, proceeded to bang his head on the table. "Not another Drake."

Bruce directed his questioning glare at Tim. "When was the last time you slept, Tim?"

Tim nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know and don't care."

Bruce sighed, clearly concerned, but before he could say anything, Isabel chimed in with empathy. "I remember that stage. I once went for six days without crashing, based solely on coffee and sheer willpower."

Tim turned to her, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. "Really? How do you do it?"

Isabel gave him a cryptic smile. "Charmed coffee."

Taking a page from the lessons he'd learned from Dick and Isabel, Tim turned on the cute puppy eyes. "Can you give me the recipe—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dick placed his hand over Tim's mouth, muffling him.

Damian sighed from the side. "Don't encourage him, Isabel."

Isabel tilted her head and asked, "Why not? Just because you can't handle it doesn't mean we can't."

Jason pleaded, "His self-care habits are going to get worse, Pixie."

Tim, who had finally freed himself of Dick's grasp. "I DON'T CARE!" He sided with Isabel in his quest for the secret coffee recipe.

Alfred walked into the kitchen, his ever-watchful eye taking in the scene. "Young masters and miss, what exactly is going on here?"

In a chorus of frustration, Dick, Jason, and Damian blurted out, "Isa/Pixie/Isabel i's just like Tim/Replacement/Drake!"

Taking a total 180-degree turn on the topic of the conversation, Isabel turned to Bruce. "Doesn't matter right now. Wayne, I have a few questions for you. What are your current policies on metahumans and magical users in Gotham?"

#maribat #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #hellishere7980 #miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #alfred pennyworth #marinette dupen chang #justice in the dark #damian wayne #tim drake #bio dad bruce wayne #maribat fan #marinette and the batfamily #marinette and the batfam

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cassynite · 1 year

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daybreak for sparrow and daeran?

Thank you for the ask 🥺. I'm sorry this took so long, I've hit a slump when it comes to writing. But hopefully this is enjoyable!

I know daybreak is often like, a lightening of the load or something pretty or soft or meaningful, but my mind just went in the direction of change and came out with...this. Please (hopefully) enjoy some pre-canon Sparrow.

(For anyone who might not remember--Sparrow is her name and what she calls herself, but in the Arvanxi household she was known by all as Eva, to help make sure no one slipped up and called her something revealing when she was pretending to be Lady Evaethi.)

It was the weak slant of pink light slicing across Sparrow's eyes that dragged her to wakefulness, squinting against the glowing red of the sun just beginning to peek above the horizon and through the thin curtains of the inn's bedroom. Red skies meant storms coming--Sparrow knew, because she saw all of them enough to know how the colors changed the mood of the day, because she never slept past sunrise, ever. She had hours of work to do before Lady Evaethi rose, especially on the road to Mendev, and it had led to the habit of rising before the sun.

The panic that shot through her body was not enough to push back the lethargy weighing down her limbs, turning her muscles to jelly. It wasn't natural, which meant it was done to her, which meant that there had been an attack. She'd thought they'd taken enough precaution when traveling, but she'd clearly grown careless out of Lord Gregoriath's watchful eye. Sparrow allowed herself a single second of recrimination before she focused on her surroundings and tried to assess the damage.

The room around her was silent of even the slightest movement--whoever had done this either was not here yet, no longer present, or dead. Sparrow breathed, and then forced her uncooperative limbs into action. She was no stranger to being poisoned, and she'd worked through worse things than draining fatigue and a pounding headache. Though unsteady on her feet she was able to rise and move toward the lady's chambers, grabbing her sword from where it rested next to her bed. If there had been an attack, then there was only one logical target--

She threw the door open and staggered through. Evaethi's quarters, cordoned off from Sparrow's pallet outside and the servant retinue in the outer room, showed no signs of struggle--the curtains were drawn, the dresser drawers closed, the bed made. But a made bed was an empty bed, and Evaethi's valise no longer sat at the foot where she'd carelessly thrown it the night before. In the center of the smoothed-out sheets was a piece of paper. Even from where Sparrow stood, Evaethi's flowery, looping hand was unmistakable.

Sparrow wasted seven precious seconds staring at the note. A ransom, perhaps, forced to be written in her hand, and the kidnappers cleaned up after themselves. Or it was a final will, even though Evaethi was never the kind of person who would have written anything in the face of death.

She knew what it was. The thought slithered through her, biting and poisonous as a viper. But still, she couldn't be sure--she couldn't believe it--not until she walked over and read what Evaethi had written. It took her almost a minute to gather the strength to do so.

The words were unhurried, written in sharp black ink, and the paper had the engraving of the Arvanxi house along the borders. It was addressed to Sparrow.

Eva--

I assume it's you, at least! You always get up so early, and whenever anyone gets sick you're always the first to recover. Even when you're drunk out of your mind you're still sober. I doubt the potion that I slipped into the food is going to do much but give me a few hours. But that's all I need, really.

If you're reading this, then gods willing I am halfway to Absalom. Yes, I know, Father had his plans and I know I said we'd always stick together, but I can't be Lady Evaethi anymore. I don't care if the nobles there have never met me, if they're never going to know to compare me to you, I just can't do it. I'm not smart, or good at talking, and I can't stand the thought of staring in the faces of hundreds of strangers while they all laugh at me. At least before, you could be the Lady most of the time, but now Father doesn't even want me to have that.

Is being the Lady really all there is? Dancing and talking in these big rooms filled with people who hate each other, lying to each other, stabbing each other in the back, where the only joy you get is how much you can humiliate the person sitting next to you? I don't believe it. I can't. I don't know how you stand it, Eva, how you've done it for so long.

Being the Lady all the time, it makes me want to cry. There's nothing else for me in this life but maybe tricking someone into marriage who won't be as bad as Father, maybe finding something that will permit me to stay in Mendev if only because everyone says their queen is better ours...but I don't want to trade devils for demons. I want something different. I want wide opens fields on Hazelnut's back, and I want an adventure.

I've always wanted it, but now I have to choose it, and be brave, even if it means leaving you. I'm so sorry I can't take you with me.

I know Father will be mad, but you'll be able to bring him around. You've always been better at knowing people and avoiding embarrassment, and you're so smart and strong. Father's always said he wished I had half your skill. I'm sure he'll see the wisdom in just having you be Lady Evaethi! You can even show him this letter if you think it will help, I give you permission.

Maybe one day we'll meet again, after everything is settled. I want to travel and see the world, so eventually I'll have to come to Mendev. Maybe you'll still be there, doing the Arvanxi name proud. Or you'll be back in Cheliax, and I can come in disguise--it could be fun! I know you're mad, but please find it in your heart to forgive me. This is the only way I can ever be happy.

All of my love, Evaethi

The letter slipped from Sparrow's hand and dropped back on to the sheets. She had half a mind to collapse right on top of it, close her eyes and hope the world disappeared. Maybe if she found the potion Evaethi slipped into their meals, she could drink enough of it that she wouldn't wake up. Maybe it would fill the hollow ache that had settled in her breastbone.

You knew, the viper in her mind whispered. You knew. Evaethi had left. After everything she'd done to Sparrow, after all the things they'd planned and promised each other, after Sparrow had told her that Mendev wouldn't be as bad, that they could make it work--she'd packed her bags and walked away, because she could, because it was easier.

The magic branded into the skin between Sparrow's shoulder blades burned as if in mockery--or, perhaps, reminding her why she could never follow Evaethi's footsteps. Evaethi Arvanxi could write as many apologies and hopeful wishes of the future as she wanted, but she had just given Sparrow and every other servant who traveled with them a death sentence.

Evaethi could fill books with her father's disappointment in her lack of aptitude, but even if Lord Gregoriath had openly wished Evaethi had been a little more like Sparrow, he'd never wanted her to be Sparrow. Sparrow played the part of Evaethi in Cheliax's hellish court only to be a sponge for violence, an easy body to die in by assassination, or House Thrune's ire, or both. Lord Gregoriath had been certain Queen Abrogail would one day decide House Arvanxi was less of a laughingstock and more of an actual threat, and he'd put several safeguards in place to avoid the possibility of his family name being wiped out. He would not deal with devils, so immortality lay in the bloodline--and no matter how poor a politician she was, or how inept a fighter, Evaethi would always be worth a thousand Sparrows from birthright alone.

Lord Gregoriath would not respond with anything less than the harshest of punishments for the retinue's failure to keep his daughter in check. That Evaethi thought anything different was either delusion or willful ignorance. She had wanted to go, and so she did, but she hadn't wanted to face the fact that she was condemning thirteen servants to death for doing so. All any of them could do was run as well and hope they could disappear effectively before the axe came down.

Sparrow did not have that luxury. Five years ago, things might have been different; five years ago, Sparrow would have made the plan to escape herself. Five years ago, Sparrow did make that plan, and Evaethi had gone to her father and told him, and now all Gregoriath ever needed to do was activate the rune on her back and he'd know exactly where she was in all of Golarion. Evaethi had been in tears when she'd found out and seen the mess that had been Sparrow's back.

"I just didn't want you to leave me," she'd said at the time, sixteen and ruddy-faced, tears sprinkling down her cheeks like glitter. Never mind that Sparrow's plan had included a second person. Evaethi hadn't believed her. Maybe she'd put herself in Sparrow's place and known already what she would have done, what she would do one day.

Maybe she just knew what Sparrow kept having to learn--that everyone goes away eventually.

The knowledge was grounding, in its own way. Sparrow should have expected this, and didn't, but now it happened and she needed to mitigate the damage. She tucked the letter away to burn later, and opened the dresser drawers, pulling out everything Evaethi decided to leave behind and take stock of what supplies she had, what she could use.

She and the other servants would die if Gregoriath found out and got a hold of them, so they had to make sure he didn't find out until he had no one left to punish. It was that simple.

The lord could not afford to leave Cheliax, not for some time. He would be keeping an eye on his daughter through frequent letters, word from the Chelaxian emissaries stationed in Mendev, and reports from his servants. The letters and the emissaries would be easy to circumvent; Sparrow had often written Evaethi's letters for her when she had not known what to say or had not wanted to bother with the effort of crafting replies, and could imitate her handwriting well enough to fool even her father. As for the emissaries--Mendev was expecting Lady Evaethi Arvanxi, and Sparrow was an old hand at the role. She could wear the heels and fit the dresses, and if anyone had met Evaethi before, well, it was very likely they'd met Sparrow anyway. No one would know any better.

That would only work for a while, of course. There was no telling how long Gregoriath would feel the queen's attention on him, but eventually he would follow up on his daughter, to see what gains or disappointments she had made in the new country. He'd told Evaethi explicitly that he wanted an advantageous marriage, some kind of political standing to make up for the essential exile out of the country; he would want to see those gains for himself. If Sparrow was lucky, she could keep the charade going for a few years, as long as no one reported Evaethi's disappearance. But that was only if she was lucky.

As for the rest of the retinue--it shouldn't be that hard to convince them to go against duty. Some of the entourage would disappear of their own volition as soon as they learned the lady was gone, either out of understanding and fear of Lord Gregoriath's reprisal, or simply because, without noble presence, their chains were loose enough to slip out of. Sparrow made a mental note of who she expected to take the first opportunity to run and wished them well.

Others would need convincing, sure their honesty might gain them favor despite the lord's reputation. For most, coin will go a long way; Evaethi had taken none of their funds, which was worrisome for her but fortuitous for Sparrow. Others had families back in Westcrown and would want assurances of their safety. They would likely stay at least for a while, which would be helpful in the long run for Sparrow to pretend to be her mistress. It would be strange, after all, if Lady Evaethi came to Mendev with no entourage and no one to support the claim to her identity. And it would be beneficial for some of the staff to be invested in maintaining the ruse.

As for Sparrow herself--she had the tracking rune. Gregoriath would expect her to be in Nerosyan with Evaethi, so he wouldn't suspect anything as long as she didn't try to run. But if anything happened, if Gregoriath ever found out about Evaethi's escape, the others might be able to flee like rats from a sinking ship but Sparrow would be left to drown. No matter where she went, Gregoriath would find her, as long as she had the rune.

But she had coin. And time. And all magic can be broken. Someone had to know how to remove the spell without killing her; she just had to find them.

Sparrow gathered Evaethi's leftovers, her supplies, organized them and wrote down what she had, how long it would last, what she could afford to give in the coming days. Then she packed it away and walked out of the empty bedroom, past her own pallet on the floor, and into the outer room.

In deference to the limited space at the inn, the rest of the traveling group had foregone the typical hierarchy of things and slept all together, pallets nested close to each other to keep out the chill. None had yet risen, still in the too-deep and dreamless sleep of the drugged. The growing morning light would begin to wake them soon, and Sparrow would have to explain what happened, explain her plan, and find out what she was going to have to lose to keep herself safe.

But that was not for a while yet. So Sparrow sat by the window as the red sun continued to rise, and waited for the storm.

#cassy answers #angrygoatwoman #oc: sparrow #this got...so introspective but i couldn't change that #hopefully it's like. somewhat enjoyable of a read #thanks again for the ask <3333 #edit: i also JUST realized this was asking for sparrow and daeran so im sorry this didn't even fit your request!!#cassy writes #pwotr pals

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Shattered Star: Chapter 3

"Is he better now, Mr. Fix It?" Marle asked as she sat on a blue chair while idly swinging her legs.

The room seemed to be a workshop of some sort with a brown wooden floor, burgundy red walls, a large window with a black curtain that was currently tied back with a brown rope, a large metal table that Sundrop, who had a large black blanket covering him, was currently sleeping on, a brown wooden desk where a silver laptop that had celestial-themed stickers on the outside of it that showed Sundrop's data on it and a red metal toolbox that was open which revealed some tools left in it, a brown wooden bookshelf that held books on mechanics, animatronic design, and encyclopedias on digital technology, and a black leather roller chair where the man Marle referred to as "Mr. Fix It" sat in.

He was a man who was twenty-three years old, had long black hair that he kept in a low ponytail with a blue hair tie, dark skin, and green eyes.

He wore a black polo shirt, a pair of blue skinny jeans, a pair of black rubber boots, a pair of black latex gloves, a brown apron that had pockets and tied around his waist, and a pair of black and gold goggles that rested on his head.

"Well... Definitely a lot less damaged than he was last night... Still can't believe there were any animatronics left. Doesn't look like one of Ms. Vuillemot's or Mr. Klase's," the man replied as he tapped on his laptop. "Now... To turn you back on."

Once he pressed a button on his laptop, Sundrop suddenly opened his eyes and screamed, "LUNAR!"

Marle almost fell over in the chair but the man managed to catch her in time.

Sundrop pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked around his surroundings.

He sighed in relief as he thought that he was probably just dreaming.

He looked down and saw he was not wearing his uniform but still had his bells on his wrists and the bow on his tail.

When he saw that Marle and a man he did not recognize were staring at him, he immediately covered his body up with the blanket.

"Easy, big guy. Marle told me about how she found you in the field. My name is Otis Mossbarger. I'm a technician here at "Precious Gems Orphanage". I was able to fix your right leg," Otis explained as he took his gloves off and put them on his desk, revealing some scars on his hands.

"Precious Gems Orphanage... I've never heard of this place..." Sundrop thought out loud.

When Sundrop looked into his memory bank to see if it was an actual location, it came back as negative.

'I guess I really AM in another dimension after all...'

"I can't blame you. Briar Glen is kind of far away from the big city so not a lot of people outside here know," Otis said as he unplugged a cord that was in Sundrop's back that was connected to his laptop.

"Do you feel better now, Sundrop?" Marle asked as she got off the chair.

"Very much, Marle. And thank you for fixing me, Mr. Mossbarger," Sundrop replied with a small smile.

"J-Just call me Otis. Mr. Mossbarger is a little too formal for me," Otis said while scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, Otis," Sundrop said.

Suddenly the door opened and a boy who looked to be no more than ten years old appeared.

He had short brown hair, fair skin, and turquoise eyes.

He wore a plain black tank top, a red and white plaid flannel overshirt that was completely unbuttoned, a pair of black jeans, a pair of white socks, and a pair of red tennis shoes with black laces and soles.

"Hey, Marle. Ms. Sunshine says breakfast is going to be ready soon," the boy said.

"Okay, Dominic! Bye, Otis! Bye, Sundrop!" Marle said as she ran out of the room.

Dominic merely glanced at Sundrop and left the room as quick as he came.

"Is Sunshine really an animatronic like me?" Sundrop asked.

"Yeah. It actually surprised me how much you two almost look the same," Otis replied.

"Are you... An orphan as well?" Sundrop asked.

"Nope. My Mom and Dad are still breathing. I just work here because Dad used to work for Fazbear Entertainment but got laid off once the company shut down," Otis replied as he went to the door. "I'm going to get you a bathrobe. You probably don't want to scare the other kids, yeah?"

Sundrop nodded.

Otis then left the room, leaving Sundrop to ponder what the technician said.

'So in this dimension, Fazbear Entertainment shut down. But when and how?' he thought as he shook his bells on his wrists.

"I'm back. Sunshine already set a bath for you," Otis said as he came back with a white bathrobe and set it on Sundrop's lap.

"A bath?" Sundrop asked as he got off the table, took the blanket off, and put the bathrobe on.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I already checked if you were waterproof and it came back as a positive," Otis replied.

"Are there any other animatronics here?" Sundrop asked.

"There's Midnight who's Sunshine's husband, both literally and figuratively, and Zaniah, who's like their daughter," Otis replied.

'Wait... So Moondrop and I aren't brothers in this universe, but MARRIED and already have a KID?!' Sundrop thought with disbelief.

"You okay?" Otis asked.

Sundrop nodded quickly.

"Okay... Sunshine's room is upstairs. You'll know it's hers when you see a door with a pinkish-yellow sun on it. That's where you need to take your bath. She left you some of Midnight's clothes because she said that her clothes probably wouldn't fit you," Otis explained.

"What about my uniform?" Sundrop asked.

"It's currently in the laundry. Should be done by the time breakfast is over," Otis replied as he stepped out of the way.

"Alright. And... Thank you again. For fixing me," Sundrop said as he began to walk up the stairs.

"No problem. It's my job," Otis said as he walked back into the workshop.

Sundrop finished walking up the stairs and saw that there were three rooms.

The first door had the same pinkish-yellow sun that Otis described on it.

The second door, who Sundrop had assumed belonged to Midnight, had a bluish-black moon on it.

The third door, who Sundrop had assumed belonged to Zaniah, had a green star on it.

'Right! The Newton Star! Last thing I remember was it shattering... Did Eclipse really erase our world? If he did, then how come this dimension is still around?' Sundrop thought as he opened the door to Sunshine's bedroom.

When he entered and decided to take a look around.

The room had the same wooden floor as the rest of the orphanage but had pink walls instead of burgundy.

There was a queen-sized bed with yellow sheets, a pink comforter, and pink pillow cases, a large pink wardrobe that contained what Sundrop assumed to be dresses, a yellow wooden desk that had a pink wooden chair in front of it and two white picture frames that each contained a photograph, and a long rectangle-shaped mirror on the wall that had a pink border around it.

Sundrop walked closer to the bed as he took off the bow on his tail and saw that there was a white button-up shirt, a pair of black dress pants, a pair of white socks, and a pair of black loafers on the bed.

He placed the bow on the shirt and got to untying the ribbons on both of his wrists.

'That dream... Was it an actual dream or did I have a premonition?' Sundrop thought as he finished untying his ribbons and put them on the shoes.

Sundrop turned around and opened the door to Sunshine's bathroom.

There was indeed a bubble bath already made in the white bathtub that had a gold faucet on it.

Sundrop took off the robe and put it over the white towel rack and got into the bathtub.

'This is actually pretty nice! Maybe I should start doing bubble baths if I ever go home...' Sundrop thought with a smile as he settled in.

After he got himself clean enough, he drained the bath water and got out of the tub.

He then grabbed a large pink towel and used it to dry himself off.

He made sure that none of his paint had chipped off as he put the towel into a bin that was labeled "Dirty Laundry".

He also put the robe into the bin to make sure he did not leave it on the rack by accident.

Sundrop then left the bathroom and began to change into the clothes on the bed.

Once he was finished changing he put his ribbons and bow back on.

He looked into the mirror and was surprised at how different he looked in Midnight's clothing.

"I actually don't look that bad..." Sundrop thought out loud as he began to pose in front of the mirror.

He stopped himself after realizing he was acting like Roxanne, which made him remember that she was gone too.

'Roxanne... I actually miss her...' Sundrop thought as he glanced at the two photographs.

He picked the first frame up and looked at it.

The photograph showed a young woman with a animatronic like Sundrop but was instead a female.

The woman seemed to be around twenty one years old by the time the photograph was taken.

She had long red hair, tan skin, and green eyes.

She wore a green long sleeved sweater dress, a pair of black tights, a pair of green pumps, a gold bracelet on her right wrist, and a pair of gold hoop earrings.

The animatronic looked almost like Sundrop but she had light yellow skin, seven golden yellow triangles that acted like sunrays around her head, pink LED eyes, white teeth, a dark pink tongue, and a long pink tail with a light yellow sun that had seven dark yellow triangles that acted like sunrays on it on the tip of her tail.

She wore a pink tulle gown with a corset and a sweetheart neckline, a pair of pink platform sandals, a pair of pink gloves, a pair of pink star-shaped stud earrings, and a white bow with a gold star-shaped gemstone on the center of it on her tail.

'So that's Sunshine... The resemblance is almost uncanny...' Sundrop thought as he put the picture back and picked up the other.

It seemed to be a wedding photo that showed Sunshine and another animatronic that looked like Moondrop, who Sundrop assumed to be Midnight.

He had highlighted white skin on the right side of his body and dark black skin on the left side of his body, blue LED eyes, white teeth, a light blue tongue, and a long light blue tail with a white full moon on the tip of his tail.

He also wore a black suit over a dark blue shirt, a light blue tie, a pair of dark blue dress pants, a pair of brown dress shoes, and a black bow with a blue star-shaped gemstone on the center of it on his tail.

Sunshine wore a white long-sleeved wedding dress with an ankle-length skirt, a pair of white strappy sandals, a pair of white gloves, a white veil, and a pair of white rose-shaped stud earrings.

'They look so happy here...' Sundrop thought with a small smile as he put the photograph back.

"So, this is what your life would have been like," a female voice remarked.

Sundrop gasped as he fell onto the floor.

He groaned in pain as the voice giggled.

"Ow... Who-"

His voice faltered as he looked up and saw a humanoid figure who looked as though she was floating in the air and sat in a cross-legged position.

She had waist-length bahia red hair, fair skin, and velvet red eyes.

Her makeup consisted of red blush, black mascara, dark red eyeliner, light red eyeshadow, red matte lipstick, and red nail polish on her fingers.

She wore a white long-sleeved dress with a red ribbon tied around her waist and into a bow on her back and an ankle-length skirt, a pair of white ballet flats with red sequins all over them, and a silver necklace with a red ruby star-shaped gemstone pendant hanging from it.

"Sorry! It's just... You're actually really funny. Just like Father always said," The girl said as she uncrossed her legs and got into a standing position.

"Who the heck are you? And how'd you get in here?" Sundrop asked as he got off the floor and pointed a finger at the girl.

"Careful! You might shoot out some unneeded magic!" the girl said as she put her hands up in a surrender.

"Unneeded magic? I don't even know any magic! My brother is the only one who does it," Sundrop said as he put his finger down.

"Well, technically you have magic now..." the girl said as she put her hands down.

Sundrop was confused.

He didn't know how to use magic nor ever wanted to use it.

"You might want to look into your pocket..." the girl said.

Sundrop complied and went into the pocket of his new pants and pulled out what appeared to be a red crystal shard with a black cord tied around it and a silver clasp on the tips, making it seem like a necklace.

"What is..." Sundrop began to say until he touched it.

Suddenly, a jolt of energy went through his body.

Now he knew why it felt so familiar.

"Is this..."

"Yes. That's the Newton Star. At least, one of its shards. My shard to be exact," the girl explained as she pointed to yourself.

"Are you..." Sundrop trailed off.

"Yes. My sisters and I were once a part of the Newton Star. When Eclipse shattered it, we ended up being scattered. I also gained a humanoid form. I tried to speak to you the other day but you ended up becoming unresponsive until now," she explained.

"I am so sorry... This is all my fault! If I had just been stronger..." Sundrop said with anger.

"It's not your fault, Sundrop. No one could have known what Eclipse really wanted, not even myself or my sisters," the girl said as she placed her right hand on Sundrop's left shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Thanks..." Sundrop said with a smile as he put on the shard necklace. "By the way... Do you have a name or do I just call you Star?"

"You can call me Starlight. Or Star. Either one's fine," Starlight said as she took her hand off of his shoulder.

"Um... Don't want to be rude either but... What are your pronouns?" Sundrop asked.

"She/Her. Though, me and my sisters are technically genderless. So, I don't mind," Starlight replied with a smile.

Sundrop smiled back.

"By the way, do you-"

"Mr. Sundrop? Are you done with your bath? Ms. Sunshine told me to tell you that breakfast is ready!" Marle said through the door.

Sundrop panicked.

"Starlight? Quick question... Am I the only one who can see you right now?" he asked, keeping his voice as low as possible.

"Only you and anyone else who has a Star Shard. Although, children are known to be more connected to the "spiritual side". But we should be okay," Starlight replied.

"Alright," Sundrop said as he walked to the door and opened it.

"Wow... You look great in Mr. Midnight's clothes!" Marle complimented.

"Thanks, Marle. By the way... Is Mr. Midnight here right now?" Sundrop replied.

"Yep! He just came back from waterfowl hunting! Come on!" Marle said as she ran down the stairs.

Sundrop was about to yell at Marle to not run, but stopped himself.

He reminded himself that this was not his home, meaning he did not have any real authority right now.

He sighed as Starlight floated behind him and they both left Sunshine's room.

#dark breakers #sams shattered star au #shattered star chapter 3

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