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mynahx3 · 2 months

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One Moment Was All It Took Part 2

Here’s the part 2 of Soulmate Gojo based off of @envy-of-the-apple HC !!! Prob gonna have like 6 parts ngl lolol Hope everyone enjoys, might be able to get part 3 out by Mon if my schedule remains open. Warning this chapter has non con touching, drugging, kidnapping, fighting w/ mentions of blood!! If this disturbs you please don’t read Next part with prob be spicy Masterlist

A couple weeks have passed since that cafe incident, and it completely slipped your mind—something you laughed about with your fiance when you got home that day. He wasn't very amused, but you brushed it off as just a strange encounter. Your mind was preoccupied with the upcoming wedding in the coming months. The colorful sticky notes with wedding tasks covered the calendar on your fridge, each one a reminder of the preparations ahead, and a sense of giddiness filled you whenever you glanced at the detailed schedule.

You sit perched on a stool in your cozy kitchen, meticulously reviewing wedding preparations on your laptop. Your eyes stung slightly as you read the screen, a frown evident on your face, longing for your fiance's presence to assist you. He had to attend a sudden business trip that took him out of the country.

It was good news, meaning his boss began to trust him with more responsibilities, but it also meant you were left to handle the wedding planning on your own for the time being. You were pleased to see him advancing in his career, yet you also felt somewhat overwhelmed by the additional responsibilities you had to manage.

After stretching, you stand up to take a break when the doorbell rings. Confusion overwhelms you as you approach the door, peering through the peephole to find nobody there. You open the door, keeping the chain attached as you look around. No one was there. While closing the door, you notice a vase filled with beautiful flowers on your welcome mat. A smile blooms on your face at the sight of the flowers, and you bring them into your apartment.

The flowers looked expensive in a beautiful crystal vase with a note attached to the neck of it, trimmed with gold. It reads, "Thinking of you always, even from afar. S." Your heart swells with warmth as you assume it was your fiance's thoughtful gesture. Pulling out your phone, you decide to call them and thank them for the surprise. The line rings for a few seconds before he answers, his voice happy and excited to hear from you. Noise in the background, likely from his busy office.

"Well, aren't you the romantic?" You say this, admiring the flowers sitting in front of you. A bright smile on your face as you hold your phone to your ear.

"What did I do this time?" He asked with a laugh, not understanding what you meant. You chuckle at his confusion, feeling even more grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"The flowers you sent, silly," you reply, feeling the softness of the petals on your fingertips. "Thank you, baby."

The line is silent—so silent that you think the phone dropped. Just as you were about to hang up and call back, he spoke.

"Honey… I didn't send you anything." Your smile fades at his words, your heart sinking as you wonder who could have possibly sent such a thoughtful gift.

"I'm… I'm sure the delivery person just got the wrong apartment." You shrug, looking around it to see if there was anything else written on the card—the only piece of paper on it.

Turning it over, your heart drops, and you see your name written in the golden ink with a heart next to it. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the implications, but you choose to keep it to yourself. Not wanting to ruin his mood and throw him off during such an important meeting.

"I'll just ask the front desk if anyone asks about them; I'd hate for whoever sent them to be mad that it went to the wrong person." You laugh as you crumble the card up in your hand.

"Now I feel bad I didn't get that idea." Your fiance' laughs, your nerves easing a little at the sound. "Promise I'll do something way better, sweet cheeks."

The corny nickname makes you laugh and roll your eyes. Since your high school days, he had always been cheesy and overly romantic, qualities you cherished. In the years that you supported one another, you both experienced a great deal. Despite the difficulties, you both emerged stronger after transitioning from broke college students to starting careers together in Japan. At times, he couldn't express his love in the most conventional ways, but his efforts were always genuine and appreciated.

"I got to go, babe. Another meeting is about to start." He sighed, his coworkers shouting his name over the phone. "I love you; I'll be home in a few weeks."

"I love you too." You smile happily, hearing him give you kisses through the receiver before hanging up.

You're left to your own thoughts, the vase sitting pretty in front of you. Mind trying to figure out who must have sent them. Being the taken woman you were, you couldn't figure out who must have sent them, if not your fiance'. The mystery sender lingered in your mind for a bit. But you brush it off, moving on with your day, thinking maybe a family member or friend sent them. Going on with the rest of your day, a day filled with phone calls and scheduling, you forget about the bouquet sitting on your counter.

The flowers should have been the first clue, a warning sign of what was to come. Over time, you begin to feel uneasy, feeling constantly watched. Small things in your apartment were moved or went missing—things you know you didn't touch before leaving. Additional gifts mysteriously appeared on your doorstep, each accompanied by intricately detailed notes, intensifying in their personal nature.

Fury consumed you as you unwrapped another package, revealing a set of lacy lingerie in your size and favorite color. A note with it, written in the familiar handwriting, simply said, "For our special night." The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: someone has been in your home, watching your every move. Fear grips you as you realize the extent of the intrusion into your personal space. You burned that gift without a second thought; any other gift was sent to the trash.

Your nights were restless, alone in your apartment—or at least, you hoped you were alone. The feeling of being watched grew stronger, causing you to constantly look over your shoulder. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone was always nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal themselves. The once innocent gifts and flowers now felt like a sinister presence in your life, leaving you on edge and paranoid. You had even gone to the police, informing them what was happening, but they said they couldn't do anything without concrete evidence of a threat. This only added to your growing sense of dread.

Walking home from lunch with your friends, you decided to detour to a park, needing a moment of solitude. Sitting on a bench, cherry blossoms fall around you, their delicate petals drifting to the ground like whispers of reassurance, offering a sense of peace and tranquility in the midst of your fear.

As you take deep breaths and enjoy the gentle wind tousling your hair, you fail to notice someone sitting beside you as you drift off in thought. A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality with a jump. Looking at where it came from, your eyes widen in shock at the white haired man sitting next to you. It took a second before your mind recognized him; he was the man from the cafe. There was a smile on his face, perfect as you remembered, one that brought you an icy feeling down your spine. He tilted his head, holding a single flower to you, a ribbon tied to its stem.

"Fancy seeing you here." He grinned.

Feeling unsure of how to react, you stared at the man with bewilderment, your heart beating fast. You weren't stupid enough to trust him, frowning at his close proximity. His presence put you on edge, as memories of what he said weeks ago ran through your mind. Knowing he was the one behind the unsettling messages you have been receiving the last week. Pouting, he let the flower droop a little in his hand once he realized you wouldn't take it from him.

"Don't be like that." He sighed dramatically, dropping the flower to his side, eyeing your form.

His smile was charming, reminiscent of when you first met. His eyes twinkled mischievously over his sunglasses. Under different circumstances, you might have admitted that he was quite attractive. Now he only sent chills down your spine, especially with how comfortably he said your name, as if he had known you for years.

As your shoulders tense, you try to move away from him, but just like before, he grabs your wrist. Pulling you to sit back down with him. His grip was ironclad, unmoving as you writhed in a futile attempt to break free. Every detail of his eyes was sharp and intense, as if they were staring deep into your soul.

"You know I'm surprised; you were super easy to keep an eye on." His words dripped with chilling confidence, sending a jolt of fear through you and causing your heart to race even faster. "You should really pay more attention to your surroundings. You never know what monsters lurk out there, ready to eat up a cutie like you."

"What… what do you want?" You asked, your voice small, and your throat felt tight in fear. The grip on your wrist tightened as he leaned in closer.

"That doesn't matter right now," he said casually, his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Let's get to know each other a little."

He wraps his arm back around you, letting go of your wrist to bring your body closer to his. To anyone walking by, it would just look like a couple enjoying the spring weather together. Your body was rigid as he rubbed your shoulder a bit roughly, his cold fingers feeling your soft skin.

You wish you hadn't worn that dress today; its low neckline and thin straps gave him easy access to your skin. Goosebumps littered your arms as you tried to subtly move away from his touch. His grip tightened slightly, indicating his control over your movement. A sinking feeling in your stomach settled, and you knew you needed to get away.

"I don't want anything to do with you." You told him, wishing there wasn't a waver in your voice, wishing you stood stronger against him.

His entire energy and demeanor were intense, but there was a slight furrow in his brow at your words. It was gone as soon as you noticed it, and the same cocky grin was on his face the next second.

"Princess, I don't think you have a choice." His words sent a chill down your spine, filling you with fear at the core of your being.

Silently, he retrieved his phone and began scrolling through a series of photos. The photos displayed your family, friends, and your fiancé. Your loved ones are living their lives, oblivious to the danger they are in because of you. He even has pictures of you from the last week, going from you at work to you in your apartment in your private moments. Finally, he stops the slideshow, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

"Get where this is going?" He chuckles, edging even closer to make sure your thighs touch. "It was difficult to find any real dirt on your boy toy; he's a good guy. I will give him that, but... I know exactly how to make him disappear."

You nod slowly, feeling the lingering threat of danger in the air as you try to comprehend the gravity of the situation. His presence caused you to take short, panicked breaths. This is something he actually notices: a softer look in his eyes now while his hand moves to rub your thigh comfortingly. Your body stiffens as you feel the tip of his fingers tracing just below the hem of your dress.

"Gotta cut this short. Still have to prepare a few things real quick; I couldn't help but check in on my girl." He leans closer to kiss your cheek softly before pulling away.

You didn't respond, feeling too suffocated next to him. Your wide eyes focused on him; it seemed he wanted to be flush with you no matter how much you squirmed away. Fortunately, he doesn't prolong the moment, letting go of your shoulder and putting his hands on his knees.

"I'll come get you shortly; I don't want to keep you waiting too long." He says it playfully, winking as he puts a piece of gum in his mouth and smacks it noisily.

With that, he rises from the bench, looking down at you with a beaming smile, and turns to walk away. He disappears from sight, walking out of the park. This left you feeling worse than before as you wiped your cheek clean. Your gut feelings intensified, urging you to run.

When you got home, you immediately started packing, changing into a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Hurriedly packing a bag with the bare essentials, leaving a mess behind in your wake. You didn't know exactly what you would do, yet you had to get away. The urgency of the situation propelled you forward, heedless of consequences or sacrifices.

It was unbearable to see your stalker in real life—a smack in the face of the true danger you were in. Quickly, you texted your fiance', explaining you were going to stay with a friend for a few days. Once you finally explained to him the situation with the stalker, he called to discuss the next steps.

"You should've told me what was happening."

"I know… I didn't want to worry you. This meeting was important." Tears welled in your eyes, and the stress of everything came to a head. Confiding in him finally brought you comfort, but a part of you felt guilty for not telling him sooner.

"Not more important than you and your safety, I love you."

"I love you too." You whispered into the phone, wiping any stray tears from your face.

"I'll get the next flight out. Stay at your friend's place until I get there," he said firmly. "Keep your taser on you wherever you go. Be safe."

"I will, thank you," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you, knowing he was on his way to be by your side. The thought of having him there to support you made the situation feel more manageable.

He quickly explained the stalker situation to his boss, secured the next available flight, and ended the call upon reaching the airport. The sun had long set, and the dark sky was beginning to fill with twinkling stars, visible through the windows.

On any other night, you would have enjoyed the starry night with a glass of wine and your favorite book, but now you ignore the view. Focus on packing up for your impromptu trip away from the comforts of your home. Once you finished packing, you moved a suitcase into the living room, ready to leave.

A sudden, hard knock at the door surprises you greatly, causing you to jump. It repeats after a moment; much harsher, the door shakes in its frame. Nervously, you move silently to see who it was. Through the peephole, you see that cursed head of snow white hair, his smile as wide as ever. Stepping back, your breath catching in your throat, and your legs turning to jelly as adrenaline surged through your veins. Your stalker was outside your apartment, banging on the door while calling out your name in a joyful tone.

As escape plans raced through your mind, the realization of being in a high-floor apartment without a fire escape sank in, presenting a daunting obstacle. Panic grips you as you frantically reach for your phone in the kitchen. Just as you go to grab it, a loud, crashing sound comes from behind.

Turning around, you see the front door on the floor with a crater in it, and your stalker is smiling menacingly at you. For a moment, you both freeze, a standoff of short going on. Without hesitation, you reach for a knife from the block on the counter behind you and hold it out in front. Despite your nerves, your hands didn't shake as you pointed the sharp knife at him, a cold stare on your face.

"Get the fuck out."

The man smiles at this, laughing a bit at your attempt to intimidate him. As he stepped forward to come closer to you, his finger traced over the countertops. At that moment, you instinctively step back from him, creating distance between you. You both circled the kitchen island cautiously while he slowly removed the bandages covering his eyes.

He put the bandages on the counter, his blue eyes watching your every move like a hawk. He pauses, smirking, his hand stopping just at your phone, then quickly picks it up and crushes it in his hand. Letting the phone fall to the counter in a broken mess, he looks at you with a wide grin.

"Now we can have some real fun."

The front door was behind him; you knew you had to risk running past him or deeper into your apartment. The latter wasn't the best idea since you would be trapped in a corner with no way out but to run you would have to risk getting caught by him. With a deep breath, you made a split-second decision to dart towards the door, hoping to make it out before he could react.

As you sprint to the front door, he easily catches you, wrapping strong arms around your waist. Knife still in hand, you try to swipe at him from behind, only earning you a twist of your arm. A sharp pain radiates through your arm as he twists it more into an awkward angle, making you yell in pain and drop it to the floor in a loud clang.

Pulling you closer, he easily holds you against him, not being phased by your kicking and screams. Securing an arm around your waist, his hand held both your wrists with ease. He leans in, burying his head in the crook of your neck and taking a deep, unsettling breath. The other hand goes over your mouth to muffle your screams. In retaliation, you managed to wiggle your face out, biting down hard on his hand, your tongue flooding with a coppery taste.

This didn't seem to phase him; his blood was dripping down your chin. The metallic tang of his blood is sickening you. Nevertheless, you continue to struggle in his arms, trying to elbow him to break free. A guttural moan escapes his lips as he plants small, chilling kisses on the skin of your neck, enjoying this moment. You feel trapped, like a rat in a snake's grip, desperate for a chance to escape.

"You're so soft." He whispers into your ear, tightening his grip over you, not budging as you dig your heel into his shins.

Teeth still clenched on his hand, digging deeper for him to let go. When he didn't respond you released your jaw, you threw your head back. You hit him square in the nose, eliciting a gasp of pain from him. Blood drips from his nose as he stumbles back, momentarily stunned. Seizing the opportunity, you push him away and run as fast as you can, your heart pounding in your chest.

You run towards the door, the gaping exit mocking you, so close yet so far. You don't make it much farther; he grabs your hair harshly and throws you to the ground. On the floor, you cough and gasp for air. The impact of your back on the hardwood knocked air out of your lungs. As you crawl away from him, trying to regain your breath, he stands in front of the only exit, looking over at you with a menacing grin.

"Here, I thought it would be easy; God, I fucking love this." He wipes his nose with his sleeve, smearing blood on his face. A demented look on his face tells you that he's enjoying this far too much. "As much as I want to continue, kind of on a time crunch, babe. I'm pretty sure your lovely neighbors have already called the police."

Saying this, he crouches down, pulling you to him by your ankle. You kick at him with your other foot, one connected to his chin, but he only laughs in response, dodging any more of your attempts to fight back.

"You're a feisty one, I like that," he chuckles, tightening his grip on your ankle as he begins to drag you closer. "You're not going anywhere."

Your heart races as you desperately search for a way out of this nightmare. Keeping a hold of you, he pulls out a syringe filled with mysterious liquid from his pocket. The sight makes your heart drop. In your shock, he stabs it roughly into your thigh, pushing the liquid in. As the drug takes effect, your vision blurs and your body goes limp, leaving you at his mercy.

"Sweet dreams." He takes you into his arms, watching you fall into unconsciousness. The last thing you hear before blacking out is his sinister chuckle echoing in your ears

Hope you enjoyed lovelies! Likes/ reblogs are appreciated <3 pls no repost

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greynatomy · 1 year

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The Letter

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

i cried while writing and every time i reread it to edit. idk if it’s actually sad or i’m just very emotional. happy bday to me, let’s be emotional together.

this is the second part to Dear Scarlett…

hope you enjoy and tell me what you think

-grey

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“Dear Scarlett,

Hey! It’s been a while. Probably forgot about me, so in case that’s true, it’s Yn.

You probably have so many questions, hopefully this letter answers most of them.

The very last treatment we did worked. It worked and we just tested way too early to find out. I figured out a about a month after you left. I didn’t tell you because we were officially divorced.

About nine months went by, I welcomed Arlo Prince Johansson into the world.

I gave him the last name Johansson because I wanted us all to have the same name. I’m sorry for keeping your surname, I couldn’t bring myself to change it.

This is where it gets crazy.

Two months before Arlo was born, I started getting extreme pains on my side. Thought it was from being pregnant, but it wasn’t. When it didn’t go away, I went to the hospital and they found tumors that were rapidly spreading to my other organs.

It was liver cancer. Advanced-stage. No cure.

I wanted to reach out to you right when I found out, but I see how happy you are now with Colin and I didn’t want to ruin and get in the way of that.

I also knew my time with Arlo was cut short so I became selfish and kept him to myself. It was just us two, and my lawyer.

You’re probably asking why I had a lawyer even after the divorce, well it’s because I had to start planning for his future before I left.

In the bag that he came with, you’ll see a some folders. Inside are all the pictures I took of him, of us. Birth certificate, DNA test, of course, in case you have any doubts. There’s also a couple CDs, SD cards, flash drives in there too.

The SD cards have more photos, the CDs have some videos I took for the major parts of his life like birthdays or his wedding, especially the birth, stuff like that. And the flash drives has some songs.

I know that I was never successful in my music or production, but I recorded some songs that I made for Arlo. Lullabies that I won’t be able to sing to him anymore. There’s also a couple original songs that I wrote through this rollercoaster of a journey.

I think I covered everything. You’re on the birth certificate if you were wondering so when I die, you’ll have full custody.

I know you’ll be an amazing mother to Arlo because of how well you raised Rose.

I love you. I never stopped. All I wanted was for you to be happy and I am glad that you have that with Colin. This is an official goodbye from me. Make sure Arlo doesn’t forget me, please.

With all my love,

Yn Johansson”

“Oh my god.” Scarlett broke down, crying.

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ourcraftspace · 6 months

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Y'all, im so proud of this one. Idc the pics aren't great, the finished item wasn't so perfect either. But I had so much fun making this one. Story of the piece first, then pattern info below

This project has tons of meaning to me n I figured I'd share the story here.

I made this project for a friend who also crafts. We chat regularly about our crafts and she often makes art for me and everyone in my apartment. We have some creative overlap, but not a ton. Historically, I've not been so great at crafting for others and hadn't made anything for her yet.

In any case, we chat with each other about crafts we see that we are excited about or think the other may be excited about. One day when she was over, we were chatting crafts again and she mentioned she was seeing lots of temperature blankets in her feed n wondered if I'd ever thought about making one.

Truth be told, I'd never made one for myself and couldn't see myself wanting to make one. I let her know this as well. Not for any particular reason, just never felt the need to. It was a pretty casual conversation and we moved onto other topics.

Fast forward a bit and we are chatting again and she lets me know her partner had proposed. She said yes and they had set a date for two years in the future for a special date for them.

It clicked maybe a month later that this time frame, their engagement period, would be perfect for a temperature blanket. I had doubts at first if I wanted to make it, but started getting thoughts on how to work it all out. The only thing I had for certain was fall pallet for the colors as it's their favorite season. I talked it over with some other friends who also know her, and after many many many reassurances, I decided to go for it.

Honest, this is the most I'd ever planned for any project. I researched types of temperature blankets, typical temperature ranges for our area, how to divide the time frame and temperature range, I swear, it's a whole spreadsheet with many tabs of research and planning. In the end, I decided on 9 colors with about 7°F increments where each chevron represents the average temperature for one week of their engagement. I also made a knitted scale (not pictured) of the colors in order from coldest to warmest and wrote on the card for the gift how the scale lines up to actual temperatures just so she and her family could look back and get more info from it if they ever wanted.

It was helpful to tell myself during the process that she would never see it coming as I'd previously mentioned I wasn't interested in making one. And if she didn't know I was working on it, I could ditch it at any point if it wasn't turning out.

I managed to keep the whole project a secret as I worked on it. Making sure I got advance warning when she would come over so I could make sure it was hidden away, sometimes even just making decoy projects to keep her off the trail. She would definitely suspect something if I all the sudden stopped talking about crafts. It was honestly incredible as it expanded my ability to work on multiple projects at once, which I was definitely not so comfy with when I first started crafting.

As common for gift projects, there was a clock and oh gosh was it a race! I barely had it blocked before I wanted to give it to her (yeah, I know the deadline was only enforced by me), but I wanted to give it to her as an additional wedding gift. I ended up being able to gift it to her at the rehearsal dinner, so really just in time!

I'm so happy with how it turned out, and had so much fun playing with the process and planning for this project. I definitely learned a lot and would have done a few things different if I could go back, but overall I'm super proud of it 😊

Pattern is Frankie Brown's Ten Stitch Zigzag

#blocking doesnt fix everything #knit #blanket #temperature blanket #engagement #wedding #wedding gift #craftblr #knitblr #knitting #finished piece #finished wip #WIP #fall colors

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ninapi · 1 year

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Glitched

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3289

Note: Hello, my beautiful dumplings. Welcome to my Suna miniseries, huhuhu. This will be a short story (4 chapters lol sorry, that’s my definition of short 🙃 sometimes I wonder how people write complete stories under 800 words, I just cant-), while I prepare for my new big series. Some high school drama, no multiple endings or routes just one~ Smooches for all of you.

Warning: Mild spoilers, if you’re up to date with the anime you’ll be just fine.

Chapter 1: Not so bad.

Suna Rintarou was by no means enjoying his second year of high school. Summer weather was definitely not his favorite, always tough on him, but the agony was even worse this year. He was tired, not just physically but mentally, the toll of dealing not only with his own sense of failure but also his teammates who were gravely disappointed of not being able to give their captain the satisfaction of going to the finals and bring victory to their school in his last year on the team.

It hasn’t been long since Inarizaki lost to Karasuno, which meant the practice schedule has increased not only in frequency but also in intensity. Days were very long and every single muscle in Suna’s body hurt. He was really looking forward to the holiday weekend, meaning he would have an extra day to rest.

His classmates were raving about this new online game that had recently come out and was very popular. They had plans to play together during the weekend and advance into one of the heaviest of dungeons before classes resumed, but their plan came to a sudden stop, the twins were being dragged by their mother into a family wedding across the country and they wouldn’t be able to join the team.

The boys were devastated, whining men heard all over the class. They were really counting on the Miya power to beat the hell out of the dungeon boss, help was needed desperately.

¨Hey Suna, I know you said you didn’t like the gameplay you watched the other day but can you please join our team? Without Osamu in our side we are doomed.¨ Suna heaved a deep sigh, collapsing on top of his desk. ¨Am I your last option? Can’t you find someone who really wants to play this? I’m so tired, I was planning on staying in bed all weekend.¨ Osamu pulled him back up, giving him a stern look, ¨Come on, help your mates. I wish I could stay and beat them up but there’s nothing we can do about it, it’s just for this weekend, we’ll be back for the next and continue where you left off.¨ he really didn’t want to do this, but if he didn’t agree to it they wouldn’t shut up until he did, ¨Fine, text me the link. I’ll be there after dinner.¨ the boys were smothering him with hugs and trying to kiss off his face in joy, making him grimace as he shook them all off and went back to sleep on his very comfy desk. The thought of finally resting this weekend turning into nothing but a sad memory.

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The guys added him to a group chat and everything was ready for the first quest.

His sister tied his hair up at the front in a tiny ponytail so he would look like some of those cute game-streamers she watches, not caring if her brother needed it or not with his hairstyle. He was beyond annoyed with life in general, why do people not leave him alone, even his sister was now conspiring to destroy his peaceful long holiday weekend, ¨Curse those damn twins. It’s all their fault.¨ he was grumbling under his breath while putting his headset on and going in the game to create his character.

¨Alright guys, let’s go level up first, stay in this area and let’s meet up at the bottom of the hill when you reach level 20, then we’ll move in to the forest.¨ they all hummed in acknowledgement, breaking the group. Suna went off to chase some slimes and smaller monsters, hating his life every second of it, the game had a very cute looking art style and it was just not his jam at all. He found it hilarious though that the toughest guys in his class were all hunting cute rabbits and crying over it out loud and in their shared group chat space, so he made sure to screenshot some of those moments, posting them in his account and tagging all his playmates. He had to get something out of this torture, at least he could make fun of them for a while.

His character stopped moving and it turned into a pixel block, ¨Guys, is the game acting up or is it just mine?¨ he could only hear static coming through his headset and some of the guys were posting on the chat that the game kicked them out and they were rebooting their pc, so he just stayed there waiting for the rest to go back in. His character was still a bit glitchy but it was moving now. Then all of the sudden he heard a very loud screech pressed to his left ear, and he was positive that it was not human. ¨Oh my god, sausage! What are you doing to my poor headset? Leave it alone!!¨ saying he was confused was an understatement, all the players in his team were dudes, ¨Ehm, hi?¨ the line went quiet but he wasn’t hearing any more static, just some shuffling on the other side, ¨Who’s this?¨ you were sitting on your chair now, the fluff ball being kicked out of your room for good. ¨Uhm, Rintarou? How about you? Did the guys call you over? I didn’t hear anything about any girl joining our party.¨ Rintarou? What- you were just chatting with your girlfriends when your cat jumped on you and stole your headset, there was no Rintarou in that group, ¨I'm (Y/N). Are you Miyuki’s boyfriend?¨ Miyuki? Was there a Miyuki in his class? It was possible, not like he knows everybody but this was all so confusing, ¨Nope, definitely not that Rintarou. So you are not with the guys either? How did you get into the group? The game didn’t say someone new joined the party.¨

You were so confused, you could see your actual party on the screen and on the side chat but you couldn’t hear them talk, just this random guy, ¨Did your game get glitchy too? Maybe that’s how you ended up in my party.¨ he moved his character around, looking for you, but he was completely alone in the area, some of the guys still complaining about the game not letting them in through his phone. ¨Well, I mean yes. It did get glitchy but I can still see my girls playing on my screen, could it be just the audio that got crossed over somehow?¨ it was so weird, none of the girls even noticed your absence, you said you were having some troubles with your headset and so they just continued killing monsters, ¨Yeah, I don’t see you around me either, so I guess it’s just the audio getting messy. Hold on, Imma log out and see if that resets us back to normal.¨ you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. ¨Ugh, what the hell. The logout button is gone. How about you, do you see it?¨ you were checking everywhere in your screen, it was definitely not where it usually is, ¨It’s gone for me too. I bet it’s just still glitchy and will go back to normal in a bit, if it’s fine with you, we could just keep playing like this until the game fixes itself?¨ he was already back to killing slimes, way over level 20 by now and his classmates were still gone, ¨Yeah, fine with me.¨

Both of you continued doing your thing in complete silence, so much so that Suna forgot you were still there and started mumbling curses quietly, he was being targeted by larger monsters now and was still on his own, he didn’t know much about this game and he was loosing HP fast, ¨What’s wrong?¨ your soft voice startled him, his ears flushing bright red in embarrassment, ¨Sorry, I forgot you were still there. Just being attacked by inferno wolves, don’t know how to kill them, today is my first day playing this.¨ you chuckled quietly, he was kindda cute, those were very easy to kill lesser monsters, ¨Just jump on them and stomp hard.¨ he did as instructed, killing one instantly, ¨Oh wow that was easy, thanks. Are you like a guild master or something?¨ that made you smile, you were right, he was cute. ¨Nothing of the sort, just been playing this for longer. Let me know if you need more help, I know my fair share of tricks.¨

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He was about to just ‘x’ out the game since the logout button was still gone, it was 9:30 and none of the guys were able to log back in, the game refusing to accept them, it was a waste of time, he didn’t even want to play this ridiculous game, the happy tune coming out of it was driving him insane at this point, that was until he heard your quiet giggles, it made him curious. They started soft, he almost thought he’d imagined it, but they grew louder each second and without realizing it, he was smiling, ¨What is it?¨ he wasn’t going to say anything but he just needed to know what was causing the cute fit of giggles on the other side, or he wasn’t going to be able to sleep in peace. ¨You heard that? Oh no, so embarrassing. Sorry, my cat, he is crazy you see. Earlier he was chewing on my headset so I kicked him out, but he got out of the house and got back into my room climbing all the way to the window, he’s like a ninja! And was nuzzling my tummy just now, I’m very ticklish.¨ was it normal for such a story to be this cute? Since when does he find cat ninjas cute? Why does he feel the need to tickle an unknown woman-

¨Was that sausage?¨ he chuckled evilly, wanting to continue the conversation, ¨Oh GOD, you heard that too? This game is like boycotting my life, I’m telling you. But yes, that’s sausage. He’s very heavy and of a brownish tone so he kindda looks like one, that’s why we named him that.¨ it’s not like he was interested in cats, but this was way better than killing blue pixel blobs, ¨It’s kay, I find names like that fun, I really don’t like when people name their pets, I don’t know Steve or something,¨ that caused you to laugh loud and clear, getting stabbed by a monster in the process, which made you just laugh even more, ¨Steve? What? Who would name their cat Steve?¨ you let your character bleed to death and were now hugging one of your pillows while sipping on some juice you had left, getting comfy on your chair. ¨Believe it or not, I’ve seen things, specially since I got in my current school volleyball team, there you see crazy, crazy stuff.¨ so he played volleyball…you’re nowhere near athletic but damn, he sounded like an interesting individual. The night was nothing like what you expected it to be, it was getting better every second.

Time surely flies when you’re actually having fun. He got some fruit jelly out and was chewing on it while speaking, needing some extra sugar to stay awake longer, ¨Are you eating fruit jelly?¨ he sits up right away, making sure his cam was actually off, ¨How do you know? Is this game livestreaming now or-?¨ you wished, ¨Hahaha no, it’s just that they make this sound, you know what I mean? Like when you suck the jelly out? I know I’m weird, I’m so sorry.¨ was he making sucking sounds just now? Why was he blushing? He didn’t know his favorite snack made suggestive sounds, well, that was embarrassing, he didn’t do that on purpose, ¨Ugh, well yeah you got me there, I’m eating fruit jelly. But I don’t think you’re that weird. Just a bit.¨ now you were the one blushing, it was fun talking to him, you've been talking about everything and nothing in particular at the same time for the last couple of hours and it was nearly midnight now. ¨Hey, is your game still glitchy? My chara is like dead now but still let’s me talk to you, I think there’s something really wrong with this game today.¨ his character was sitting down on a daisy field, enjoying his life as much as his owner, no monsters in sight, but the logout button was still not available, ¨Yeah, well I’m not dead, but things look the same, my mates were also complaining because the game kicked them out and didn’t let them back in.¨ he actually lied to his classmates and told them he was going to bed like twenty minutes ago but he just wasn’t capable of telling you how tired he actually was, ¨Hm, yeah I don’t think it’s going to let us sign out tonight, should we leave it open and just go to bed? It’s getting late and even if there’s no school tomorrow we should probably get going.¨ so you were in school too, your voice sounded right about his age but he didn’t know how to ask without sounding like a creepy old man, ¨Yeah I was thinking of going to bed too but sausage wouldn’t let us go.¨ us, huh? you smiled bashfully, playing with the headset cord, ¨Sausage is like that, I think he likes to hear your voice.¨ oh boy, was he smitten, he didn’t know much about you or what you looked like even but he wanted more of this, whatever that was, ¨Well then that means we gotta keep talking so he can hear it some more, maybe then he won’t eat your headset.¨ he could hear your giggles once more, they were creating a hole in his stomach, pretty sure it was eating itself out at your cuteness, he just wanted to continue hearing them, people never laughs at his comments, this was a first you actually thought he was funny, ¨We should. Do you think if we just don’t close the game it would stay like this? I mean like the audio and all…? Maybe we could talk some more tomorrow.¨ were you asking him on a date? That was a date, definitely. ¨Yeah I can do that, anything for sausage’s sake.¨ you were both grinning at the screen like idiots, not wanting to leave, ¨Then, since it’s the weekend how about we come back in the morning? Oh wait no, here in Miyagi the holidays are important, I gotta go to the shrine early, but how about after lunch?¨ he was so tired that even getting up by lunch time seemed like a task, but he would gladly lose sleep for this, ¨Yup, can do. See you tomorrow, sausage girl.¨ both of you left the pc on and went to bed, the smile on both of your faces causing your cheeks to hurt.

He was cute, you’ve never had so much fun talking with a guy before, it all felt so natural like if you were talking with your best friend, like if you’ve known him since forever. You wondered if asking for his number would be too bold, he was funny and you just wanted to talk to him some more, maybe even meet him one day. Just thinking about it was making you feel giddy, your legs kicking on your bed as you squealed against your pillow, trying your best to quiet down your excitement and not wake your mother up.

Suna was on his bed thinking the very same thing, would it be weird to ask for your number? You were complete strangers, but that’s how people make friends, right? Not weird at all. He rarely had intentions of talking with any girl but talking to you tonight has been the highlight of his year and he wasn’t exaggerating. He didn’t even know he could laugh this much, Suna just couldn’t wait anymore, he was sure he wanted this to continue and with new resolution, he went to sleep, hoping noon would come fast, so he could ask for your number and maybe, hopefully, get to see you even if it was just through his phone, he just needed to put a face to this bubbly feeling inside his chest.

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When he woke up the following morning he noticed his pc was off, this causing him to go into panic mode, what happened? He made sure it would stay on all night-

¨MOOOOM, why is my pc off? Did you touch it?¨ he was pissed, anything but that, not the pc. ¨What? No I didn’t. I think we lost power for a bit earlier, your dad was trying to fix the oven and was messing with the power box.¨ that explains it but it wasn’t less aggravating, would he even be able to go in the game again or would he be kicked out like his mates.

He turned it back on as fast as he could, going in the game, but luck wasn’t on his side, two of his classmates were already in leveling up on his screen. He grabbed his headset and literally screamed on the mic, ¨(Y/N), please tell me you are there.¨ but he could hear very manly snorts on the other side, crushing his heart ¨Who’s (Y/N)? Your girlfriend, Suna?¨ he just couldn’t deal with them right now. He rebooted his pc in hopes of getting the line back up to yours, but when he did, he saw a notification pop up on his screen, ¨We apologize for all the troubles caused last night, as an apology, we’ve sent 100 diamonds and 2 HP refills into your inbox.¨

No, this couldn’t be happening. They fixed it overnight. He hadn’t ask you for your number yet, that’s what he was going to do as soon as he heard your beautiful voice.

You were fixing your make up, silly thing to do since he couldn’t even see you, but it was definitely a date. You got your headset on with a bright smile on your face as you saw your screen moving, the game still playing on the background, ¨Morning, Mr. Sausage. Got a nice sleep?¨ your friends were beyond shocked, ¨Mr.Sausage? (Y/N) are you talking to your cat again? I think you need to go out some more.¨ Miyuki? No, no, no, no, why??? Where was he? What happened? You didn’t turn the game off, he should still be there! ¨Yeah…did they fix the game? I can hear you guys just fine now.¨ you were seriously hoping he was just late and would jump in the conversation any second now, ¨Mhm, they gave us some dias, check your inbox. You can buy the sword you wanted with that!¨ Stupid sword, you didn’t want it anymore, not if that meant not being able to talk to him again. ¨Sorry guys, I…I’m login out for the day.¨ without another word you just closed your laptop and collapsed face first onto your bed, life sucked.

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Tuesday couldn’t come faster for Suna, he just ran over to the class next door almost clashing with the wall, ¨ATSUMU! I need your help.¨ the eldest twin glared at him with intensity, couldn’t he see what time was it? Why would someone ask for a favor so early in the morning ? He was barely awake after getting up at four to jog. ¨Tell me later, maybe during lunch break when I can actually listen to you.¨

He threw his bag on the floor and went over to the tired setter, shaking him lightly, ¨Please, only you can help me.¨ what could be this important? He looked over at the middle blocker giving him a dirty angry look, but he was sporting a not so fashionable pair of bags under his eyes, even his skin tone was a bit off, was he not supposed to rest for three days? This made him reconsider his actions, ¨What is it? Stop shaking me, dammit!¨ he sat down on the chair in front of his desk, serious mode on, ¨You have the phone number of the Karasuno setter right?¨ huh? this was definitely not worth the while, he went back to sleep on his desk, ¨Atsumu please! I need you to ask him something, please I’ll beg if you want me to.¨ he’s never seen him this desperate, ¨kay, I think I do, yeah he should be on the group chat. What do you need from him?¨ he was pulling out his phone, ready to rely the message and hopefully go back to sleep, ¨Can you ask him if he knows a girl named (Y/N)¨ a girl? This was unexpectedly interesting. ¨(Y/N) what? Is she from Karasuno?¨ he was punching the message out, waiting on the details, ¨Well I don’t know, all I know is her first name and that she lives in Miyagi, she goes to school there and is possibly around our age.¨ Atsumu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, talk about dumb teammates, ¨You do know Miyagi is a prefecture, right? Not a city. How many schools are there even in Miyagi? Why would Tobio-kun know her? You are being stupid, Suna.¨ he was deleting the message, shaking his head, ¨No, no, please just ask him. I know he probably won’t know her but is my only chance, please. I won’t bother you again if he says he doesn’t know…¨ the setter sighed, sending the ambiguous message out, this was really silly, but he could see how desperate his friend was, and he just wouldn’t let him sleep ever if he didn’t comply.

To their surprise, Kageyama replied almost immediately, ¨I don’t, but I’ll ask around.¨ Atsumu showed him his screen and the small smile that painted his features left the setter breathless, so he can smile-

¨Thanks, please let me know if he says anything else.¨ he would find you, no matter what.

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Mavs Kinktober

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Handmaiden! Reader

“Touch me there. Right there.”

Warnings: Power imbalance (Which could lean towards dub con but reader is entirely willing.) Talks of political marriages. Oral (Fem receiving.) Kissing. Groping. Declarations of love.

word count: 3,227

You’ve known Princess Rhaenyra for years, being one of her handmaidens since you were just a mer tween. Your mother was one of her mothers maidens and when you were real young, you and Rhaenyra would play together in the gardens as your mothers watched.

You were from a low house, not having place in court, but it never bothered you. Until Alicent Hightower started whispering in Rhaenyra’s ear about how being seen with you was a travesty, a mockery of the courts hierarchy. Of course, that didn’t stop Rhaenyra from wanting you around, but she was a princess, the heir to the thrown, which means she does need to look at such things with a firm eye. So her plan was to make you one of her maidens. No one could say anything about your friendship or how much time you spent with each other if you were one of her maidens.

You didn’t have a problem with this either. You knew you would eventually be a handmaiden for one of the lady’s of court, and you were glad it was for someone you viewed as a friend, rather than someone like Lady Alicent, who probably would have made your life a living hell, more so than she already did.

You were glad you were able to still be friends with Rhaenyra, to be there for her when her mother died, when Lady Alicent wormed her way into the kings bed, wedding him and becoming Rhaenyras good mother and effectively ruining their friendship forever.

Rhaenyra cried on your shoulder for days, talking of the betrayal she felt, the sadness, the grief of losing someone she thought of as a sister. You tried to comfort her as best as you could. The entire situation was bizarre to you, how someone like Alicent, who you thought was a real friend to Rhaenyra, regardless of how she treated you, could actually do something like that, but regardless, the situation made you and Rhaenyra a whole lot closer. She made you promise you would never betray her, confiding in you that she felt you were the only person she could trust in this kingdom, and you vowed to never break that promise.

“And then he says he wishes for me to start courting soon, to announce in the next few moons who I wish to marry!” Rhaenyra retells of the meeting she had with her father earlier that morning.

You send her a glance through the mirror as you continue to brush her hair, “Nyra, you knew you would always have to marry, this should not come as a surprise.”

“It’s not.” She scoffs, turning around in her chair to face you head on, making you drop the brush to your side. Her eyes are angry, but the pout on her pink lips shows she is also feeling dejected, “I just wish he did not force me to spend time with a magnitude of Lords I will never choose.”

You raise a brow at her as she continues to pout of her duties, you feel for her, you do. Although you come from a low house, and it does have some disadvantages, it also comes with some advantages, like getting to marry outside of political advancement, “Are there any Lords you would choose?” Already knowing the answer, your friend is not shy about her distaste of the courts high men.

Rhaenyra snorts, very un-lady like, but you don’t reprimand her. It’s only the two of you in her chambers and you enjoy how carefree she is in moments like this. You know the stress she is under, the weight of the realms on her shoulders. You feel special, knowing you get to see her so casually, easygoing, that she can feel that way in your presence.

“I don’t want a Lord.” She stands, going over to her large bed and throwing herself down, looking up to her ceiling as she huffs, “I am to be a queen, why would I waste my days being some wife to a lowly Lord.”

Her words bring a chuckle to your lips, “I doubt whatever Lord you marry will be lowly.”

She sits up, looking to where you’re still standing by her vanity chair. Her soft silver locks you just brushed meticulously down her back, now stick up in a few places, “Who says I will marry a Lord?” “A common man then? What ever will the court say?” You question her, only really in jest, setting the brush down and organizing her vanity back to order.

Rhaenyra doesn't answer you, choosing instead to watch as you place everything precisely. You've always taken to making sure everything is structured correctly, her wardrobe, vanity, baths. Taking to being in charge of everything here so she can just relax, be at ease in her quarters. You are her greatest companion and the person she feels is most loyal to her. She also feels most loyal to you, how you care for her, show her nothing but fondness and warmth. Rhaenyra calls your name, waiting until you look over to her to speak, patting the space next to her on her bed, “Come sit with me, you work far too much.” “I’m supposed to work, Nyra.” You roll your eyes, but walk over to her bed and sit next to her like she asks, “It’s why I’m here.”

“No,” She draws out, an over exaggerated pout on her lips, “You’re here to keep me company.” She flops her head down in your lap as you laugh, “And run your hands through my hair.” “The hair I just brushed?” You tease, but your hands are already combing through her locks, the softness of the silver strands is light through your fingers, and you can smell the jasmine from her bath oils.

Rhaenyra smiles up at you, eyes bright with admiration, “Well it is your job, is it not?” “You are a brat.” You pull one of her strands of hair, making her hiss out. She pops up fast, making you jump back with a yelp, only for her to pounce on top of you, the smirk of a dragon on her lips as she stares down at you, “Now who's being a brat? Do you know the penalty for pulling a princesses hair?” “Are you going to put my head on a spike?” You fake fear.

“Your head is far too pretty for a spike.” She puts more of her body weight onto you, affectively laying on you, clothed chest to clothed chest.

You try to move out from under her, flustered by her brave comment. It’s not the first compliment she's given you, she doesn't shy away from giving you kind words such as the ones she just said, but that doesn't stop you from being flustered each time you hear them, “Rhaenyra let me up.” You tell her, trying to push her off of you, but your efforts are in vain, as she grabs your wrists and slides them up the bed above your head, “What’s wrong? Don’t like being underneath me?” Her words make you heat up, trying to pull your wrists free but that makes the silver haired girl above you tighten her grip, her nails slightly digging into your skin, you huff when you're unsuccessful, “Rhaenyra, let go, if someone walks in—“

“Are you trying to tell the princess what to do?” She tsks at you, dropping her face to your neck where you feel her warm breath, goosebumps appearing on your skin, “Perhaps you should be punished.” “Rhae—“ You try again, your voice a stutter of nerves, affectively turing to a gasp as you feel her plump lips come in contact with your throat. You feel the twitch of them as a smirk threatens to reaper, even if you cant see her face. A small whimper releases past your own lips when you feel her teeth nibble lightly on the tenderness of your neck.

She places small kisses up towards your jaw, pulling back to look in your eyes, her face one of teasing, but her gaze one of lust and desire, so abundant in her stare it sends a wave of anxiety through you, “That sound was almost as pretty as you. Are you sure you wish for me to stop?”

“Nyra please.”

“How do you expect me to stop when you beg so nicely?” She mocks you, placing delicate kisses on your cheeks.

“This is unfitting,” You say, but your voice is one of waver, you don’t have much fight left in you, not when her lips feel so good upon your skin, “Your reputation would be tarnished if someone were to walk in, as would mine, no matter how low it already is. What Lords would marry you with the rumors that would start?”

Rhaenyra pulls back, her lilac eyes narrowed at you in an intense glare, “I already told you, I don’t wish to marry a Lord.”

“This is serious Rhaenyra!”

“I am not joking.” Her tone turning forceful and hard. You've heard her speak this way before, during court when someone says something she disagrees with, when she comes back and rants of her meetings with her father. Her temper can become as dangerous as the beast she rides, but it’s never been directed to you, not until now that is, “I am not going to marry some Lord, some man, that I will never love. I refuse. I will not be some brood mare to give him offspring.”

Her face becomes assertive, powerful, she’s so full of confidence in next words she speaks that chills arise on your skin for a whole new reason, “I will have a wife of my own, one of my own choosing. One who will take care of everything around me as I take care of the realm. What good will a man do me, as I am queen? I need a woman, a wife, by my side as I rule.”

You imagine this is how she looks during her meeting at grand court, meetings you do not attend as only a select few high members are allowed. Her confidence is admirable, something one stands in awe of, though, you imagine she’s not called the realms delight for nothing, people are constantly standing in awe of her.

She lets go of your wrists to cradle your face in her hands, your heart beating faster as she caresses your cheeks with her thumbs, “A wife that I will take care of, just as she has taken care of me all these years.” “Nyra.”

Its just a whisper, because truly, you don’t know what to say. What can you say to all of this? It’s not that you don’t reciprocate her feelings to some extent, you've always felt your fondness for her was more than a fondness for a friend, but you never lingered on the thought, there was no reason to, nothing would ever come from it. Even when you would notice the soft touches she would give you, the longing looks, or the sweet words, you never thought too much into it.

You feel absolutely stupid now for not letting yourself linger on those thoughts.

“Will you let me take care of you?” She questions, looking into your eyes so sincerely that it would take your breath away if she hadn't already done that by just merely existing.

“I—I don’t know…” She’s patient with you, something you are entirely grateful for as she nods at your words, “You don’t know if you want me to take care of you? Or if you want me?” “I want you.” Your voice still low, but filled with so much revelation that it brings a bright smile to her face as she pushes some of your hair back with one hand, petting you softly, “I just— I don’t know ho— I’ve never…” She just continues to smile down at you, eyes full of the same tenderness as her touches, “Can I teach you then?”

The nod you give is all she needs to connect her lips with yours, her velvet lips dominating your tentative ones is a dance of desire and passion. You grab her hips with your hands, needing something to ground you in this whirl of emotions, your nerves fluttering away as she pulls back, a gleaming smile on her face, bigger than you had ever seen before.

“Seems you don’t need my teachings after all.” She teases, laughing as you swat at her arm, embarrassed by her teasing, but also relieved by it, the soft ordinary of her banter making it feel as though its just another day by her side. She sighs softly as the both of you gaze at one another, “My heart has craved to do that for years.” You frown at the melancholy in her voice, the sadness that lingers in the joy, the yearning for not moving in this direction before now, “Then why have you waited?”

“I did not know if you desired me in the same way.” Her words utterly confuse you, “Who wouldn't desire you?”

“Then why have you not taken any action toward that affection?” She questions.

Your earlier words are repeated, “I don’t know how, Nyra. I’ve never been with a man, let alone another woman. I wouldn't even know where to begin.”

“I can show you.” She tells you earnestly, with such grave sincerity all of your quarrels are driven away before they can truly take root in your mind, “All you have to do is ask, and I will show you the world,ñuha jorrāelagon.”

You've spent enough time with her over the years that, although you still can’t speak it fluently, you know enough Valyrian to understand her words, my love. They strike some sort of chord in you, driving away any lingering nerves, leaving only lust and devotion in its place.

“Then show me how to please you, my queen.”

Your words have the same effect on her as her words had on you, if the growl she let out is anything to go by, smashing her lips on yours in a much more ferocious pace. Your hands make home again on her hips, uncertain of what exactly to do with them, as hers, much like the confidence she has in her words, have no problem mapping your body out over there clothes.

“I wish to feel you without confinement, dōna riña.” Sweet girl. The moniker is a new one, but one that sends warmth to your heart as her hands continues to roam.

She whines as you pull away from her, earning a bite to your lower lip as she concedes, a warning really, “You must teach me first, I wish to please you.” “But I can teach you as I please you.” She kisses down your neck, sucking lightly on your exposed collar bone. You softly grab her face, forcing her to look at you, “Please Nyra.”

And damn you, you know she wont say no. She can almost never deny you, but especially when your begging is so sweet. She pulls herself away from you, with much resentment, standing at the foot of the bed, and starts to remove her dress, turning around for you sit up and undue the laces in the back.

The heavy fabric drops to the floor, leaving her bare to you. You’ve helped her in her baths before, but those have never felt as intimate as this.

Rhaenyra smirks as she pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you slowly, your eyes taking in all of her. She's like a hunter stalking her prey, and you finally understand why people say Targaryens look like their dragons. She is fierce, and strong, and entirely magnificent. Just as her dragon is.

“Do you enjoy what you see?” She raises a brow at your staring. You can only nod, prompting her to take one of your hands in her own, bringing it to the middle of her chest, right above her heartbeat, “You can touch me, you know. It’s only fair, since my heart beats for you.”

“Show me.” You speak with such desperation to satisfy her properly that she takes pity on you, moving your hand to her breast, her voice dropping to honeyed charm, words filling you with ease, “You do not need to fret, for I am already fulfilled by you, anything more is added delight.” This time you're the one to bring your lips together, your kiss one of gratitude and joy. You roll over till she's underneath you, pulling away when the both of you can go no longer without air. Chests heaving with breaths.

She places one more fleeting kiss to your lips before grabbing your hand again, “Ready?” “Yes.” You nod, watching as she delicately moves your hand down her stomach to her most sensitive spot, “Touch me there. Right there.” She instructs you, helping you press down on her sensitive core, moving your fingers in soft circles.

As your pace steadily increases, Rhaenyra lets go of your hand, allowing you to continue on your own, her eagerness present by the wetness growing.

“You’re doing so good.” She moans, bringing your eyes from her core to her face. She’s watching you possessively, “Taking such good care of me.”

You move forward in order to kiss her lips, making sure to keep your circular moments as you do.

“Do you wish to learn more?” She questions. “Teach me all of it.” You beg. You want to know everything, every way to bring her happiness, to have her quivering underneath you in ecstasy.

“Where your fingers are,” She gestures to your movements, “Use your mouth.”

You move to position yourself between her spread legs, glancing up at her face. Her reassuring smile brings you courage as you swipe your tongue through her folds. The moan it draws from her is heavenly, and you want nothing more than to listen to it again, driving you to lick her again.

And again.

You don’t need any instruction when you take her clit into your mouth, sucking on it benevolently. Your rewarded by her loud moan, and the tight grip she has on your hair, pushing her hips up into your face more as her back arches.

“My sweet girl.” She moans, “Always taking care of me. Doing so well for me.” You continue to lick and suck as she moves her hips along, enjoying the slight pull she does to your hair and moaning into her, “I’m going to come, my love.” You don’t let up as her high takes over, choosing to keep your pace as she goes through it. You’re rewarded for it as she lets go of your hair, grabbing your face to pull you up towards her. She looks absolutely blissful, and you don’t think you've ever seen her as beautiful as you do right now.

“You did so good, dōna riña.” She caress your face, kissing you sweetly. You pull back, smirking down at her, “I think you’re the sweet one.”

She laughs at you before her eyes turn wicked, turning over so she's above you, “Ivestragī īlva find hen qilōni iksis tolī dōna ñuha aderī naejot sagon ābrazȳrys.”

Let us find out who is sweeter then, my future wife.

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The best gift he's ever received - Severus Snape x OC

Title: The best gift he's ever received

Pairing: Severus Snape x female student OC, named Minoes Haasse. Traits mentioned: long hair, afab, able bodied, older than 18, pureblood, light skinned, is in Slytherin.

Summary: During a fateful Death Eater meeting, Voldemort has a gift for Severus; a marriage. And with a marriage comes a wedding night. It turns out that this gift is his favourite student, choosen specifically for him by Draco Malfoy. Before long, the darkness that's been restless within him for years rises to the surface.

Warnings: 18 +, non-con. Minoes is a gift to Snape and he takes full advantage. Severus' gift is a punishment for someone else. Dark Severus Snape. Rough sex, hair pulling, man-handling, p in v sex, forced orgasm, sex with an audience, public sex, (mild) objectification, (mild) degradation, creampie, some mentions of blood purity, crying, begging, rape aftermath, arranged marriage, cuckolding.

Wordcount: 4908

This is my first fic about Snape! This couldn't have come to exist in this final form without the help, encouragement and many thoughtprovoking conversations of my dearest friends @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better & @devil-doll13, who proofread this for me TWICE. Thank you <3.

Reblogs and comments are very welcome, I'd love to know if you enjoyed! <3

Dividers by angels-aesthetic and benkeibear.

When Snape arrived, it was with the usual remarks and greetings. Nothing welcoming. Almost all the seats at the table at the Malfoy Manor were already taken. Everything always felt like a test when it came to the Dark Lord. But Snape was unreadable and composed, as always. As the evening drew to close, and Nagini had her meal, the Dark Lord rose, and gestured to the side, to Wormtail hovering in the shadows.

“Wormtail, won’t you bring our special guest over,” he said, his voice thin, but filled with an amusement that didn’t bode well. The ever loyal Wormtail did as he said, revealing a young woman. A student. Snape hid his surprise, wearing his eternal face of indifference, even though he knew her well. She was clever girl, good at Potions, at the Dark Arts, one of those students that showed promise, and never let him down.

And now, she was here, dressed in an already partly torn black dress, floor length, that, if it weren’t for the tears in it, would cover her as much as Snape’s robes covered him. The fear in her eyes was clear, the first tear had already fallen to the floor when Wormtail dragged her into the light, but she was dead silent. No sobs, no whimpers, no begging. Snape almost thought she was under a spell to keep her quiet, but knew no Death Eater would prefer silence over screams of pain.

“Severus,” Voldemort started, waiting for Snape’s eyes to turn to him, “you must know this sweet girl.” He reached out an inhuman hand to caress the young woman’s hair. Snape saw her initial reaction was to flinch away from the Dark Lord, but she resisted, with stone cold horror written all over her face. Wormtail copied Voldemort’s caress, and she gave him a frightening glare that made him back off swiftly, to the amusement of Snape and the Dark Lord.

“Your former student… Tell me, did you notice her before tonight? Such a pretty thing, sitting front row in your Advanced Potions class. Surely your heart and loins aren’t devoid of blood enough to ignore a girl this… This darling.”

Snape’s mouth grew dry. So that was to be the planned entertainment for the night. It made him feel sick to think that truly no one in the Dark Lord’s path was safe. Not even when they were students under the protection of Hogwarts. The darkness of the situation settled heavy in his stomach.

“And real sweet she’ll be, tonight. Especially for you, Severus.”

For him? That must be some mistake. He wasn’t some noble pureblood whose allegiance must be bought through political marriage, nor were the young woman’s parents involved with the Death Eaters.

Voldemort’s tone changed to something more conversational, lighter. “You see, after you gave us the correct date Potter was moved to a safe house, I realised something.”

The air lay heavy with tension and expectation.

“What was it, my Lord?” asked Snape, not letting his gaze flicker back to the girl.

Voldemort smiled. “I’ve rarely rewarded you properly, with something so pleasurable as this. Draco agreed that you deserve something to help you relax a little. So much so that he helped me a great deal, by choosing her for us. Minoes, her name is, right Draco?” And his inflection was purely cruel then.

Snape looked at Draco, who swallowed hard, before nodding. Lucius, who sat next to him, nudged him ever so slightly.

“It is, my Lord,” he said, clearly not as skilled at concealing his emotions as his father was. “Minoes Haasse.”

“A student in your year.”

“Yes,” Draco replied. This must be a punishment for Draco too, in a way that Snape didn’t exactly understand yet.

“And why did you choose her, Draco?” Voldemort didn’t even attempt to hide his sadistic pleasure at the situation.

Draco swallowed, stared pointedly at the end of the table closest to her, but not at her. “Because she’s the smartest and prettiest girl in Slytherin.”

“And now, she’ll be all yours, Severus.” And only then, did Snape look at her. She met his eyes, almost shy. “Why don’t you go over to him to greet him properly?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. When she caught the Dark Lord’s gaze, she held it, with just the tiniest hint of defiance, before she stepped closer to where Snape sat, to Voldemort’s left.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. Her words were softer than they were in class, clearly she wasn’t comfortable here. “Hello, Professor.”

Snape wet his lips at just the sound of her voice. “Miss Haasse,” he acknowledged with a small nod. Everything about this felt wrong. The politeness, the pretence that she was still a student of his, as if they were just passing in the hallways – as if everything wasn’t completely upside down for her.

“You can be a little friendlier, love,” said Voldemort. She took another step, within arm’s reach now. Snape pushed his seat back somewhat, so she could stand right in front of him. She hesitated, taking longer than anyone at the table had the patience for.

“A bit quicker would be nice,” jeered Voldemort. “We all know what’s on the menu today, so why draw it out unnecessarily? That poor girl.”

At that, Minoes raised her eyebrows, and steeled herself with a sharp inhale and she stepped closer, more determined now. Snape reached out his hand to her, as an invitation, to show he didn’t mean any harm. She took it, but avoided his eyes. Her hand was warm, and she squeezed his hand tightly, as if she was at the doctor’s and undergoing a particularly nerve-wracking procedure. He drew her closer until she stood in between his knees, her bum pressing against the edge of the table. Something surged in his blood, something dark that made him feel alive.

“See, nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured softly to her, sitting up straighter and letting his hands fall to her hips. “Has anyone told you what you’re here for?”

“A marriage,” her voice broke at the offending word. So that was what they told her about this. Perhaps he could give her some tenderness, to make it feel a little more like a wedding night… If the others at the table let him, that is. His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders, plucking at the buttons of her high collared blouse.

“Why don’t you take this off, first?” he suggested. She glanced over her shoulder, at Draco, before she repressed a shudder, and her shaking fingers got to work. Button for button. There were a lot of them, and the Death Eaters at the table were quick to voice their boredom.

“Hurry it up, will you?”

“That’s what you get for giving such a cute girl to Snape.”

Minoes sent a nasty glare in the general direction of the comments, but Snape tugged at her dress, sharply.

“Na-ah, miss Haasse, eyes on me.” It sounded like he was reprimanding her for not paying attention during a lecture. His tone intimidated her.

At last she reached the final button, and taking the audience complaints to heart, Snape raised himself up, caging her against the table, and tugged her torn dress down her shoulders. She gasped at his sudden ferocity, shocked at the violation. Once it was down at her hips, revealing a black bra, he took his time to caress her bare shoulders. Small scars from acne glittered in the light. He traced the lace trim of her bra, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

“That’s a nice pair of tits,” said one Death Eater to another, who agreed with an appreciative hum.

“Would be prettier if she had a nicer figure.”

Throughout his examination of her body, she held her head high, even as her fear and apprehension began to truly show on her face. Already standing so close to her, he took in everything. She leaned her fingertips against the table, as far as she could away from him. Reluctant or not; the angle of her head as she leaned back made her pale neck even more appealing. Where her neck ended, the collarbone, the expanse of skin above the bra, her breasts moving with erratic breaths… Delectable. To think this was the same girl that he’d admired from afar during his classes time and again – at his mercy. His hands flexed at his sides. His terrible, terrible mercy.

“What are you waiting for, Severus?” smirked Voldemort. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to break her.”

Comments and soft laughter rose up from the Death Eaters again: “If I had a moment with her, I’d show them how it’s done.”

Snape’s fingers curled themselves into a fist, uncurled, curled and uncurled again. One of his hands moved to her hair, pulling the hair pin she wore out of her bun and shaking her long hair loose. He turned her face to his, truly towering over her at claustrophobic proximity. Beautiful. And just for him. What a strange turn his life took this night. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt his breath on her lips, but he didn’t kiss her yet. At seeing that tiny flash of submission on her face something stirred within him.

“Look at that, she’s so ready for him.”

“If only he did something about it,” retorted another.

“What does he think she’s made of? Glass?”

“Perhaps he’s just shy.” Followed by giggles and mocking laughter. His gaze flickered to the other side of the table, before he pushed down the rest of her dress with dramatic movements. It fell around her feet. She pressed her eyes closed, feeling exposed in the cold room of the manor. Her panties were similar to her bra; black with a hint of lace, but it wasn’t a matching set. Snape envied the men at the opposite side of the table, who got a good view of her ass.

His mouth watered at the sight of her, and his blood warmed him down there when the shivers of her body pressed her into him. Snape tugged at a bra strap and let it snap back sharply against the skin. Instantly her eyes flew open and she attempted to slap his hand away, but he was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pushing it behind her back, leaning in close.

“You’ll find this all a whole lot more pleasurable,” he said, words measured, something in his eyes made her rein in her fight immediately. “If you’re good for me. Remove the rest of your clothes.”

And what use would it be? The moment she fought against him more than was deemed entertaining, a whole table of Death Eaters would make sure she was adequately punished. Not to speak of what would become of her parents – and she shuddered when she remembered the disappearance of the Muggle Studies teacher. So she tugged her panties down with her free hand, looking mortified the whole time.

The wolf whistles and comments worsened; about her nice ass, how she kept herself untamed down there, how they’d hope Snape wasn’t afraid of a little hair. He smiled at the glint of defiance that once again sparked in her eyes.

“Let me,” he said, and reached behind her back, through the curtain of her hair, and unclasped her bra. After pushing it down her arms, he flicked it onto the far end of the table, which was met with hollering.

“That’s more like it!” said one.

Bellatrix cackled. “Show us, Severus! Show us the girl.”

Minoes shielded herself in a meagre attempt at dignity, which Snape didn’t mind, but for tonight - it wouldn’t do. Rather than force her arms away, he took her hands and pulled them around his neck. A mocking embrace. Her hair smelled lovely, that same fresh yet warm patchouli that appeared in his Amorentia last schoolyear.

“Aren’t you just lovely,” he murmured in her ear, just for her to hear. “But you’re not just for me tonight. Can you do a little twirl?”

Immediately she stilled against him, and he delighted in it. Stepped back, he raised her arms over her head by her wrists, and twirled her around for all to see. She stumbled but he easily held her up like that, running his free hand over her breasts, giving a squeeze here or there, satisfied with the hungry looks around the table. Few of the men still had their hands on the table. The power he felt sparked through him as he showed her off, as much as the pleasure did, fuelling his confidence.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that,” said a Death Eater on the far end of the table.

“Don’t know what to do with all that?” asked a gruff voice to his side. “Should I show you how to treat a lady?”

Before Snape could intervene, Voldemort did. “No, Gibbons, she is all his.”

The way he said it made pride swell in Snape’s chest. Gibbons slumped in his seat.

“At least he could hurry it up.”

“Go on, Severus,” encouraged the Dark Lord. “I know you want her. Or would you rather we give her to someone else?”

He hated what Voldemort’s words did to him, what they’ve always done to him. Right from the beginning, when he was a teen, that darkness resided in him. He felt it open up and blossom in his chest as he looked at her, the Dark Lord’s words resounding in his head. What resistance did he have? He looked at Minoes; her wanton expression, the glow of sweat on her skin, her silent plead for mercy... She belonged to him. That was the only thing that felt true. And he’d enjoy her, Merlin be damned. Life’s been cruel to him for far too long, and this good thing that fell into his grasp won’t leave without claw marks all over– although he knew he’d never let her go. He leaned into that darkness as he wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her close.

“You heard them,” Snape said to his favourite little student, “playing time is over.”

With a voice so soft even he barely heard her, she whispered: “Please.” Her pleading look alone was enough to have him hard and weeping in his trousers. “Please, don’t.”

“After the meeting, you’ll have all the time for playing,” said Voldemort, over the Death Eaters mocking her begging. Fuck. Snape hadn’t considered that. A marriage, she’d said. That implied… oh Merlin.

He whirled her around to face him, and helped her sit up on the table, one finger already finding its way to her vulva, brushing the curls aside. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow it through, he sank down regardless, and leaned forward to spit on her pussy, pressing a kiss to her clit. Her gasps spurred him on. Truly, she was perfect for him.

Rowdy encouragement sounded from the table, with some complaints here and there.

“Is she wet already?”

“Bet she is, did you see how she looked at him?”

After another short lick to her clit, he moved up again, to sit in his chair. He opened her legs nice and wide in front of him. She resisted, shy even after all that.

“Open,” Snape said, voice stern like it was in class. Immediately she complied, and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Gibbons peered over Snape’s shoulder and pushed a hand inside his own pants. “She could really do with a shave.”

As Snape’s first finger pushed inside her, curling deliciously, he thought of how to take her. Aided by the spit from before, a second finger joined the first, Her hand flew to his wrist as her gasps grew louder. He pumped them slowly but deeply, going by the noises to know if he hit the right spot inside. There was no real force behind her grip, and the fluttering of her walls were good indications of how good he made her feel despite it all. Another surge of power filled him. Her other hand pressed against her mouth, to try and keep the sounds in. Another curl of his fingers and a moan made her lips part.

The response was immediate, with Bellatrix cackling victoriously as though it was her who inflicted the delicious torture upon the girl.

“Sweet heavens, is he good for something after all!”

Next to her, Draco looked mortified, cheeks red in frustration and embarrassment.

“Does she really need all this, Snape?” another complained. “Bet she’s ready and dripping already.”

“Perhaps he can’t get it up for a pureblood,” cackled Bellatrix. “You should’ve found a mudblood, my Lord.”

“Patience,” Snape reprimanded, but he was running out of his own too. “Come, love.”

And with a tight grip on her thighs, he pulled her into his lap, her breathy “no, no, no, please” were music to his ears. In stark contrast to those lovely sounds, were the sobs coming from behind her, somewhere to the middle of the long table. Draco. He smothered his cry with his sleeve, as Lucius nudged him to stop showing his weakness with a furious look on his face.

It took Snape quite some effort to prevent Minoes from looking back at Draco, gripping her tightly by the hair in the nape of her neck.

“I said: eyes on me,” he warned.

She understood clearly what he wanted from this position, eyes pressed closed with fear, but she settled down on his lap nonetheless, her legs folded next to his on the chair. With one hand Snape held her, and with the other he pried open the buttons of his trousers. Even that took him much to long for his liking, and once he freed his weeping erection, he let out a soft groan.

“Fuck, look at that,” said one, somewhere next to Gibbons, leaning over the table to get a better view. Snape grinned, pride growing in his chest. Her eyes snapped open, coming face to face with the sheer lust in his dark eyes. Wolf whistles followed and even Bellatrix kept quiet.

The way he looked at her softened her resolve and she braced against him, trying not to grind into him.

“How many have you been with?” Snape whispered. “Am I the first?”

He squeezed his hand around his cock, smearing the precum up and down. She shook her head.

“Only one.”

“Who?”

But the second series of choked sobs from behind her and her tortured look were answer enough. Draco. They must’ve been together – but in sacred pureblood families, love isn’t that easy. So this was both a reward and a punishment, two birds with one stone. Snape isn’t one to complain.

“Too bad she’s not a virgin,” said one.

“Rather a pureblood than a virgin,” retorted another.

He aligned her slit with his cock. She gripped his upper arms for stability, pleading with her eyes not to do it. Looking up at her, his hand around her neck, pulling her closer, and the moment their lips met, he pushed his hips up sharply. Moaning into her mouth as she let out a high-pitched screech. Tight, so hot, so tight. He filled her completely and only half of him was inside. Fuck, her cries were bloody arousing. As if this was what he’d been waiting for all these years.

“The two of you are perfect,” complimented Voldemort. “She must be so glad that it’s you, Severus.”

He tasted the salt of her tears in their kiss and nipped her lip. The cruelty of the Dark Lord’s words was delightful. His hips rolled, in and out, languid movements, letting her adjust just a little bit more. The silent sobs made her body jerk in his grip, making her spear herself further on his cock. Part of him wanted to look Draco in the face and say: ‘See how I’m fucking your girlfriend? See how much better a real man does it?’

“Merlin, he’s such a tease,” groaned one Death Eater to the other.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Snape said through gritted teeth, not to anyone in particular. His answer was met with hollering. “She’s so tight it almost hurts.”

He kissed her again, wet and sloppy, grinding into her. His grip on her was so tight that he remained in complete control over both their movements. Despite her best efforts to stifle her sounds, she couldn’t help it. He filled her completely. Each sensation built on the ones before it in the most harrowing torturous way. Each time he slid out was a loss and a promise. Each push in dragged past all the most sensitive parts inside of her. When he was all the way inside he breathed out sharply, brushing his nose against hers.

“Now that’s not so bad is it?” he taunted, sounding just like he did during when he made her redo her potion in its entirely after messing up one tiny thing. When no response came, he gripped her by the chin. “Is it?”

Jarred by his sudden cruelty, she instinctively replied: “No, professor.”

“How does it feel?” And he pushed himself back in to the hilt again. The pace was slow, letting her feel every bit of him.

Gibbons saw his chance: “If she’d rather have a different dick to sit on, she can try mine.”

Bellatrix giggled and others cheered.

“Yeah, pass her around!”

Minoes’ gaze lingered over each of the faces with disbelief and disgust. Some of them were stroking themselves openly. It felt filthy, to be seen like this. As if being ripped from her boyfriend and gifted like an object wasn’t bad enough, they all had to watch. And enjoy it too. Snape’s hips snapped up, hitting her cervix and she yelped, losing her balance and causing her to stumble into his chest.

His grin grew sinister. “Well, love, how does it feel? Do I make you feel good?”

He was the only one who could control her fate. She just had to be brave. To say what he wanted to hear. Another roll of his hips made her whimper, the pleasure making her voice sound breathy and wanton. “Good, professor. I- ah, it feels good.”

“Yes?” he said, voice turning mean, even despite the lust sounding in his words. “Who’s making you feel good?”

Breathy moans tumbled from her as his pace increased. “You- you are making me feel good. Ah- fuck. Please…”

“Please what?”

Tears sprung to her eyes. She just shook her head and pressed her eyes closed. That wouldn’t do. Movements mirroring the cruelty of his words as he pulled her off his dick, standing them both up. She whined pathetically at the loss of his warmth and the emptiness that his cock left behind.

Digging his nails in her back, he whirled her around and bent her over the table, chest to the cold wood. His fingers trailed over her slit, before lining himself up with her hole. As he pushed in, none too gently, he pulled her back by her hair, close to the nape of her neck, as she yelped at the roughness. Her breasts were on full view like this and the hollers were immediate. Facing the lustful Death Eaters like this made her sob through the moans.

“Now this is a show!” said Bellatrix.

“Fuck, you can hear how wet she is,” said another.

One of them stretched out his hands to touch her breasts, but Snape slapped them away.

“No touching, Carrow,” came his stern voice, somehow still authoritative despite his breathlessness. He pulled Minoes close to him and squeezes her breasts from behind as he pounded into her at an increasing pace. Her back arched of its own accord, making him hit the best spots inside of her, clenching around him every time he did.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he mumbled in her ear, getting drunk off the pleasure. Pinching her nipple with one hand, the other moved down her tummy, and rolled her clit between his fingers.

The effect was immediate; her soft moans turned to needy mewls and she clawed at his arms, tugging up the sleeves to find purchase. “Please, please, oh please, professor, don’t- no, oh god please…”

With a sickeningly sweet voice, Snape asked: “Please what? Use your words, love.”

“I’m- I can’t… it’s too much, please…”

The mocked from the table was immediate, laughter and degradation mingling with the sound of skin against skin.

“Little girl can’t take it?”

“She loves his Death Eater cock.”

He shushed her, ignoring the others, pressing sloppy wet kisses in her neck and all over her shoulders. His fingers rubbed her clit in slow but steady circles, making her walls clench around him deliciously. “Miss Haasse, do you want to cum on my cock? Beg for it.”

Next to him, Gibbons spilt his seed with a loud grunt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Snape moaned, partly to mask the sounds of the audience, “now beg for me.”

“Please, professor- please let me cum.”

He pinched her clit to hear her shriek and buck away from his hand. Her vision went hazy as his fingers soothed over the sting.

“Do you want your professor to cum inside you, love?”

“Yes, please- yes.”

His pace increased. Opposite of them, another Death Eater reached his climax with a blissful expression and filthy grunts. Snape pulled her close to him, her face to the side, nipping at her lips with his teeth, too caught in open mouthed moans to kiss her properly but wanting all her attention on him and him alone.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled, “so polite, so good… Cum for me.”

And she did, with loud, erotic whimpers. Snape too, was close, and fucked her through her orgasm, deep and deeper still, before his hips stilled, grinding against her while all the way in. His lustful moan was similarly delicious, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment in pure bliss. It seemed like the darkness that came to fruition inside him truly served him well.

“Severus, that was wonderful!” said Voldemort, breaking them from their post-orgasm haze. He pulled out of her, turning her around and let her lean her tired body into him. He caged her in his arms, shielding her from the cold with his robes. “What a revel. Truly wonderful. Don’t you all agree?”

Sounds of enjoyment, some cheers and more pleased comments sounded from around the table. Draco’s sobs had long since dried out, now he avoided looking anywhere near his girlfriend. Snape couldn’t stop the smile on his face and pressed a kiss to Minoes’ sweaty temple.

“I assume this concludes the meeting,” he said, back to his usual matter-of-fact tone.

“Of course, of course,” said the Dark Lord, smile in his thin voice, “you two have the rest of your wedding night ahead of you still.”

His words were met with snickers all around, and a soft murmur arose as everyone stood up and got ready to take their leave. Minoes bent down to pick up her clothes on shaky legs.

They were tired, sweaty, in need of a proper shower, but before Snape could apparate away to his home in Spinner’s End, Lucius stopped him to shake his hand.

“I’m glad we could solve this like we have,” he said, as though it was a business transaction. “She certainly seems… adequate. Her family isn’t much, but she’s from a good enough house.”

Snape just nodded. Minoes quickly threw her dress over her head, not bothering with underwear, just wanting to be covered again. Snape wrapped his robe around her shoulders.

There were more comments before they got away.

“If you get tired of her, you know where to find me,” growled Gibbons.

Or Carrow: “Let me know when she gives you a hard time. You gotta keep girls like this in check.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Snape said, to placate them. When he looked at the girl at his side, he found her glaring daggers at everyone else.

Once they were at his home, he let her in first, and she took her shoes off by the door. He pulled her close once again when they reached the living room, kissing her forehead.

“You were so brave…” he said. She shook her head, sighing deeply. The silence of the house was nice. Better than the filthy comments, than the hollering, than Bellatrix’ laughter. “I’ll run a hot bath for you. Why don’t you make some tea?”

Tea, yeah, she could do that.

When she sank into the tub, he wasn’t kidding; the water was quite hot. Spots on her hips or shoulders stung from where his nails had dug into her skin. He joined her, setting his mug of steaming tea on the edge. This was the first time she saw him nude. Going for the sponge and one of his homemade soaps, he made a mental note to retrieve the healing salve later.

Folding her arms around her legs, she said the first words since they arrived at his home: “I am glad that it’s you, professor.”

His heart surged in his chest. Putting down the sponge, he intertwined their fingers. “After we’re done in the bath, I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “We can take our time now that no one’s watching.”

#pro snape #severus snape #snape x oc #snape fanfiction #severus snape x oc #snape #pro severus snape #snape posting #meadow's writing #dark severus snape

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zmbief00d · 27 days

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my reasons 2 why shayne n courtney marriage is fake (im gonna cry if its real, i got sm proof)

if they r married then congrats but i REFUSE to believe when its on april fools day n by smosh

"ian said it was real" bitch, its ian. hes literally such a big troll dude, i dont trust things ian says that often (still love u tho ian)

smosh can commit to bits n lying. ex: ian n anthony walking for an hour straight when everyone thought it would be a cool skit, arasha's marvel lie, angela's lie, etc

they have kissed so many times for skits, same as ian n anthony, n other smosh members. like- its not crazy that they kissed in the photos, they've done it before and other members have kissed eachother too for skits!!! it's basically normal for smosh members to kiss eachother for bits!!!

they're friends can be on the prank!!! i wouldn't be suprised if they are!!!

i feel like damian would at least be at the wedding too!!! like hes been one of shaynes best friends since he was like 17, HES GONNA BE AT THE WEDDING BRO!!!!!!

but "oh theres photos from a few months ago of the proposal!!" ppl plan things in advance bro! they r a comedy channel, they might plan for april fools in advanced! ik i plan for halloween literally the second it's finished, its normal to plan for holidays early! its like who ppl get ready for christmas as soon as halloweens done too!!!

if ppl where able to get photos of ned from the try guys cheating on his wife then i feel like ppl would be able to get photos and/or see shayne n courtney on a date in public!!!!! unless they r super secretive or the paparazzi/die hard fans didn't care, i feel like it would be pretty hard for ppl not to have at least a photo or two of them together

when damian n saige got together, courtney n keith called them out so quickly if i remember correctly. like i dont know if shayne n courtney would be able to keep the cast plus themselves quiet long enough for there relationship to grow to a wedding bro. someone would have accidentally let it slip (tho it could always be cut during edits so take this as a grain of salt, but it could also be posted on instagram by a member as a slip up like how pete wentz accidentally revealed brendon urie's wife's pregnancy)

plus remember that one time jake paul or whoever n that one girl faked a wedding down to the t, like its been done before i wouldnt be surprised if they did it.

lastly, my most important proof. THEY. ARE. ACTORS!!!! ITS THERE JOB!!!!!!!!!! they could have easily faked being in love or some sh*t, there job is to act, they should know how to act!!! like, i feel like this is pretty obvious at this point guys...

what it possibly could be idfk

could be pulling a danny gonzalez where they prank there fans, ik dannys fans figure it out quickly but he also doesn't work for a big company or corporate or whatever the f*** smosh is!! like they have more money to afford this sh*t!!!

could always just be for some big skit, tho idk if they would go THIS out for a skit

maybe lets do this is back idk idk idk

or, its just a april fools prank.

idkidkidkidk i need irrefutable proof that its real before i believe it, i could be horribly wrong tho n spent like a while stacking this all up for it to, in fact, be real. i just think we need to take other shit into consideration before jumping head first into believing it ig. this is just my opinion tho, im not trying to be disrespectful or anything!!!!!

(sorry if anything is miss spelled, i was in a manic state while writing it guys- also if i got any information wrong with smosh history feel free to correct me!!)

#smosh #smoshblr #courtney miller #shayne topp #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh squad #shartney

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Evermore

synopsis; in which you can no longer ignore all the signs of your husband’s affair.

pairing; husband!kim taehyung x wife!reader

genre; angst, marriage au

rating; PG-13

warnings; infidelity, not so much a warning but mentions of Yeontan to help keep you sane yw

w/c; 889

a/n; happy angsty reading! pls keep sending more if you enjoyed! <3 this is a repost from my old account.

song to listen to; evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

It was currently November, though it all started in July, or so you think. Least, that’s when you first started noticing the signs. Who knows exactly how long this whole affair has been going on.

Gray November, I’ve been down since July.

Your whole body felt heavy due to all the bottled up anger, sadness, and despair you kept inside, selfishly trying to keep yourself alive amongst all the chaos and denial you dealt with daily.

It was the night before the 4th of July, you recall. You were supposed to meet up at the movies to watch the third installment of your shared all time favorite franchise. A movie that you booked tickets for together months in advance. Only to be left in the dark room all alone, the only light illuminated from the projector. Glancing down at your phone that emitted a soft glow, you let out a quiet sigh of discontent not wanting to disturb fellow movie goers around you.

From Husband:

Sorry y/n, won’t be able to make it. This meeting is going on for way longer than expected. I’ll see you at home later, don’t wait up for me, okay? Save me some popcorn, though! Can’t wait to hear all about it! Love you.

That should’ve been your first red flag.

Motion capture, put me in a bad light.

Not that he left you to watch the movie alone, but yes, that sucked. He’s done it before, though. When you know for a fact he was caught up in a meeting, or so you hoped, thinking back on it now.

No. No, it was a detail that no one would’ve picked up on besides you, and in fact, most people would just scoff at and say you were over reacting. He was probably in a rush to send that text, they would say. He didn’t have time. Yeah, okay. Sure, whatever. But you knew.

Especially since you made a pact not too long after you started dating that you would use your pet names instead of your actual names when addressing each other. Or, not so much a pact, but more so just an unspoken rule you developed out of a daily habitual use of said pet names. He literally hasn’t called you by your name in years.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.

It was engraved in you since you were a little girl to be the ever doting, ever loyal, ever loving, ever faithful wife. Whenever you so chose to be one. Lord knows you were never in a rush. In fact, it wasn’t until you hit your 5 year anniversary that he got down on one knee and popped the question. Yet, you were still surprised when it happened. Still not expecting it for another 5 years later, at the very least. But, Kim Taehyung had other plans it seems. Ever the hopeless romantic, you should’ve known. Him always being the one to talk about your future together, hinting at a wedding and a big family with a little dog. At least you were able to cross off two of those, you thought bitterly. Contrary to the gentle pats you were currently giving to the Teacup Pom, Yeontan.

As the months progressed, he became less subtle. The lipstick stains on his collar of a color that didn’t exist in your make up collection, the waft of perfume you would smell as he kissed your cheek upon coming home that you knew wasn’t yours. And yet, you were still in denial. Not willing to risk losing him, your heart suffered instead.

Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

The only solace you had, being to write out your aggression of the day onto a piece of paper that would then meet the kiss of fire you would ignite nightly in your fireplace and burn, each time hoping and praying for it to cleanse your head and heart along with it.

It never worked. And you always cried silent tears of misery so as not to wake your peacefully sleeping husband curled up with the Teacup Pom in the next room over who came back from yet another late night out.

You never thought you would end up here. Being that wife that would become the gossip of other fellow wives. Becoming the ever pining wife that would stand alone in the dark at two o’clock in the morning looking out the window and waiting for your husband to come home. Craving his words and his touch. Knowing you weren’t currently getting either of those. She was. Whoever she is. You had no clue.

And I was catching my breath. Staring out an open window….

You stared longingly at your husband who just pulled up in the driveway. Yeontan running around your feet in excitement upon recognizing the sound of his human’s car. As he went to step out of the car, an article of clothing fell out, one he was quick to recover and throw in the backseat. More importantly one that was very obviously, not yours. Looking around to see if he had been caught, he locked eyes with you in the window. His widening in guilt, yours crying unrelentless tears as you stared emotionlessly, arms crossed over your chest where your heart just broke for the last and final time.

Catching my death.

#kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook angst #taehyung angst #kim taehyung #bts kim taehyung #taehyung drabble #drabbles masterlist #masterlist; drabbles #masterlist; old account

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legobiwan · 8 months

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do you have any thoughts on powerups/how the bros use them?

You have no idea what you have just unleashed, anon. :D I am super into world-building and lore when it comes to Mario stuff, so here's a random list of ideas that may or may not bear fruit for anyone who reads this. (Also, part of this is me sketching out concepts for solus creatura, so I thank my followers in advance for their patience here).

The vegetable/fruit/foliage powerups are naturally occurring. The Mushroom Kingdom has the most fertile conditions for these plants to grow, although other kingdoms have done a decent enough job of genetically engineering their own powerup plants.

This makes the powerups an integral part of the Mushroom Kingdom economy, and one of the reasons they're able to survive so long without any real standing army or defense system outside of Mario and Luigi. It's also one of the reasons they get invaded so often.

The Darklands, centuries before Bowser's reign, used to also cultivate powerups. They were overfarmed by a corrupt agricultural council, however, and in combination with a once-in-a-lifetime drought, the vast majority of their land and crop was ruined.

Luckily for the Darklands, their native species is capable of fire and they still retain a strong tradition of magical culture through the Magikoopas (although this was briefly wiped out during Bowser's father's reign, as he thought the Magikoopas were planning a coup. They, in fact, were, but for good reasons).

Now, the Mushroom Kingdom is wary of magic, due their own history and complicated relationship with the Darklands (this may be in part linked to an old civil war that caused the split between the Mushroom Kingdom and the Darklands). Their species is also just not that magically adept (something having to do with Toad physiognomy?) The powerups are a decent compromise - they afford magic-like abilities without rendering their user permanently superpowered.

There was some contention in the royal court when Mario and Luigi first arrived in terms of allowing them access to the powerups. Ultimately, it was decided the safety of the kingdom would supersede any worries about abuse of power. (This being said, Peach had to argue long and hard for this).

Mario and Luigi receive a monthly allotment of powerups and if they find any "in the wild," they're supposed to record each instance. Neither brother bothers with this and every month they get a nasty letter from Porcina in accounting, which has led to a years-long feud between her and Mario. Luigi has learned the better way to circumvent the system is bribery by brownie. It usually, although not always, works.

The non-vegetative powerups are created in Mushroom Kingdom labs. Because the Mushroom Kingdom is like a Times Square Station for warp-pipe travel, the dimensional crossroads makes it easier to cross-pollinate powerups with characteristics of other species and lands (cats, penguins, etc.)

Back in the day, E. Gadd was involved with a lot of this research, but ultimately left to pursue his own interests in the paranormal. It's also rumored that he and the governing scientific committee at the time had a spat about the limits of experimental ethics.

When Mario and Luigi are first introduced to the powerups, they think this is the coolest thing in the world. They have powers, which was an impossibility back in New York.

It takes them a while to get the hang of using the powerups. Mario set fire to a Mushroom Kingdom stable one time. Luigi crash landed into someone's wedding as a kitsune. The citizens, by and large, were relatively forgiving of these incidents, although it did make for a wild few days in the press.

At first, Mario and Luigi both love the fireball ability. That is, until the events of Super Paper Mario, after which they go a solid few months without coming NEAR a fireflower. Mario can't help flashback to that terrible moment in Merlon's house while Luigi experiences the oddest phantom pains if he as much holds a fireflower, although he can't say why exactly. (Mario, of course, has no idea Luigi was boxed and bombed twice by Dimentio).

Luigi loves flying and may steal a few extra Tanooki leaves to go out and experiment with aeronautics/aviation concepts in the dead of the night. This, subconsciously, directly influences his Brobot designs in his time as Mr. L.

Mario's favorite powerup is the classic mushroom. Finally, he gets to be as tall or taller than his younger brother.

They both think the Invincibility Star is incredible until they're faced with a situation in which the invincibility wears off at a dangerous moment, which almost turned fatal for Mario. It's a sobering moment, and brothers learn the lesson that no one is invincible forever.

The Mushroom Kingdom allows Mario and Luigi to use the powerups under the assumption that the "magic," as it were, never lasts. What they don't know, however, is that Luigi has a strange penchant for magic, which is why on more than one occasion, the effects of the powerups take longer to wear off on him. (One day, Luigi shows up to meet his brother looking a little...furrier than usual. "You look hairy, bro," Mario says, furrowing his brow. "I'm Italian." Mario rolls his eyes at his brother's quip. "Not that Italian. What, did you forget to shave again?" Luigi just shrugs, not wanting to admit this isn't the first time he's woken up with more hair than he's used to).

They tease each other mercilessly when they are introduced to some of the animalistic powerups. Luigi puts a litter box in his brother's room and buys him a collar with the name tag, "Fluffy." Mario cooks Luigi fish for five days straight after the penguin incident. He also starts singing the "Walk Like a Penguin" jingle every time his brother comes into the room.

#hello there #ask legobiwan #i...uh...i got a little too involved with this one #luigi #mario #powerups #smb meta

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Part 6 Of Female Tanjiro Reader, a few months after recovering from her injuries (And thanks to the highly advanced medical treatment, she healed a lot faster and can move her arm without feeling pain) they’re now 1 month away before their wedding, with (Love), Reader, and with Nezuko, Zerofuku, God and Human family members, they began to start preparations for their wedding

From color theme, food selection, the wedding cake flavor, decorations and where the ceremony will be held, but now (Love) is going to partake in the most dangerous mission in his entire life… receive a blessing from Reader’s father Tanjuro (This is all just 1 week from their wedding)

Despite his frail and sickly frame, it’s (Love) who’s nervous), but he accepts (Love) but warns him that if he harms his daughters’ in any way he won’t hesitate to take (Love)‘s head as he’s believes in showing mercy and kindness to others, unless they try to harm his family, then he won’t hesitate to fight (This was when (Love) understood that Reader got her moral’s and ideology to protect others was from her father and comes to respect him)

Zerofuku was save from Tanjuro’s threats, as he instantly accepted him as part of his family

-It was different, not having to worry about living in fear all the time, as the demons were dealt with the other gods of Valhalla respected your power and your sacrifice.

-Thanks to the highly advanced medicine in Valhalla your injuries healed much faster, including your arm, at least partially. Your arm still was dark in color, but you could feel it and move it without pain, but using your hand was something you weren’t able to do, not able to grip anything.

-It was also difficult, only having one arm, there were a lot of things you had to reteach yourself, as well as things you could no longer do because you needed two working hands.

-Thankfully Nezuko, Zerofuku, and (Love) were all there for you, helping you out wherever they could and playfully scolding you not to do something as there was a risk of you getting hurt, but it was hard for you to just sit around and do nothing, especially since you were planning your wedding!

-(Love) was definitely your rock, doing everything with you about the wedding, picking decorations and flowers, going cake testing, which definitely the most fun to Nezuko and Zerofuk, getting to try so many different flavors.

-As the wedding day grew closer, you had gotten special permission to have your family brought to Valhalla for the wedding, just for the ceremony, and you and Nezuko were both overwhelmed with tears, ugly crying as you were buried under your other siblings.

-Your mother had her turn next, hugging you both before you saw your father, your eyes instantly widening before you both ran him down. He was frail looking but (Love) could tell that he was strong as the two of you bawled in your father’s arms as he teased you both that this was a happy time, not a time for tears.

-Tanjuro loved Zerofuku, immediately adopting him into the family which caused cheers all around as you helped where you could, bringing dishes over to the kitchen table.

-You looked around, confused before you asked (Love) and your father was and mom gave you a weak grin, “They went to go have a little chat.” You weren’t bothered, knowing the two wouldn’t fight, at least to the part of physically fighting.

-(Love) had told you that he wanted to ask your father for his blessing for the wedding and you supported his decision to ask your father.

-Tanjuro and (Love) shared a drink together on the quiet porch, looking up at the moon together. Your father nodded softly, hearing (Love’s) request, “I will give my blessing on one condition. Keep them both safe, I know they are both strong and can take care of themselves, but if you ever hurt them…” he trailed off and (Love) felt the threat.

-Tanjuro inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly as the two conversed quietly for a few long moments before (Love) smiled over at your father, “She’s a lot like you, her morals to protect the ones she cares about, fighting and willing to give her life to do so. I can see where she gets it.”

-Your father chuckled softly, taking another drink and the two came to have a mutual respect for each other, especially the following morning when you teased them both for having hangovers.

-The wedding was simple and beautiful, full of flowers, something you had both agreed on, having a simple ceremony but a big party with a huge cake, something Nezuko and Zerofuku wanted which made you laugh warmly.

-Your whole family was in tears, except for you and Nezuko, who were both smiling so brightly, so happy, as you finally tied the knot. (Love) couldn’t believe that it was real, that you were finally his wife.

-The party definitely provided a lot of blackmail material for others as it was fun and full of drunken shenanigans, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, seeing everyone you cared about having fun, dancing, eating, and just enjoying the time.

-You squeezed (Love’s) hand gently and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you smile as you now had all of eternity to spend together. You couldn’t wait to get started!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #tanjiro reader

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writingwhimsey · 2 months

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Married to the Enemy- Shingen Ch. 5

Chapter 5

After returning to the inn from his date with Ava, Shingen made his way to the veranda, deciding to sit out and gaze up at the moon as he sipped on some good sake. His mind couldn’t help but to wander to the date he had spent with Ava.

It appeared his new bride was truly special. She seemed to truly care for others. She just wanted everyone to be happy. It must have been that drive to make others happy that led her to agree to an arranged marriage.

He had to admit he adored the way her face lit up when she talked about her work as a seamstress. She had looked so passionate and full of hope. He knew he would need to make sure she was able to work with the seamstresses in Echigo. “Maybe I’ll even be her first customer.” He murmured to himself as he sat silently making his plans.

Though Shingen had always wanted a loving wife and family, he had given up the hope of having those dreams realized long ago. He couldn’t imagine putting loved ones through a difficult ordeal. Yet it seemed the only way to bring true peace had been to ally with the Oda and that had meant entering into this marriage. Kenshin would never agree to such a thing and Shingen didn’t want to foist Yuki into an arranged marriage either. He wanted Yukimura to be able to have the life he wanted. So it seemed only natural for Shingen to take the role himself.

And though this was an arranged marriage, Shingen was going to make sure his wife was comfortable and happy. With whatever time he had remaining, he would make sure her days were happy and spent doing the things she loved.

A couple days later…

After what felt like a small eternity of traveling, we finally arrived in Echigo and were soon crossing the castle gates. When we arrived, what looked like a streak of black, blue, and white seemed to rush at us…well more specifically Sasuke.

“How dare you take so long to get back!”

Sasuke was nimbly jumping off of his horse and dodging the attack. He soon had to draw his own sword as the streak materialized into a strikingly beautiful man. “Lord Kenshin, please…” Sasuke protested with a calm face as he blocked a blow from the man.

“No. You took too long, especially when I didn’t give you permission to go in the first place.”

“I’m sorry Lord Kenshin, but I wanted to be there for my friend.” Sasuke replied.

“You deserve this for going against Lord Kenshin’s wishes and attending the wedding. I was all that was needed to attend in our lord’s stead.” Kanetsugu spoke.

I was watching all of this with a stunned expression on my face. That was when I felt Shingen’s large hand come to rest on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, this is just Kenshin’s way of showing he missed Sasuke.” He assured me.

I turned to look at Shingen, a perplexed look on my face. “Really?”

Shingen nodded. “Yes, he’s not very good at expressing himself without his sword.” He was then hopping down from the horse and offering me his hand. “Allow me to help you down, my goddess.”

I took Shingen’s offered hand and slid down from the horse, though I still couldn’t help but to worry over Sasuke…and did he really go against Kenshin and come to the wedding just for me? He really was such a good friend. “Should…should somebody help him?” I asked, still concerned.

“He’s usually pretty good at handling these things himself.” Yukimura spoke up as he hopped down from his own horse. “But if it gets too intense I’ll help him out in a minute.”

“And I thought our guys were strange.” Saki said with a giggle.

“Lord Kenshin, we do have a banquet planned for this evening.” Sasuke said, as he jumped back from Kenshin and managed to sprinkle ground spikes to stop the man from advancing. “Also this isn’t the proper way to welcome Ava to your castle.”

Kenshin was then turning to look at me with Shingen, a glare clear on his face. “Ah, the woman, who helped stop my war with the Oda.” He muttered.

“Kenshin, Ava is my wife.” Shingen said. “And I would think you could recognize what a brave thing she has done.

Kenshin continued to glare at me. “Whatever, just make sure you stay out of my way, woman.”

I was feeling a little irked by his attitude…and being called woman. “Excuse me, but I have a name and it’s Ava. And since we’re all part of an alliance now, and I’ll be living here, the least we can do is be civil and you greet me by my name.”

Sasuke and Yukimura were both looking at me with mouths slightly agape. Kanetsugu looked at me like I had just committed some egregious sin and Saki was looking at me with an amused smile.

Kenshin seemed taken aback, but was slowly sheathing his sword before jumping over the ground spikes. “Just see to the preparations for the banquet and you had better have brought back some excellent sake to make up for all of this.” He declared as he walked away.

“I knew you were brave.” Shingen said, smiling warmly at me.

I felt my cheeks flushing from his praise. “I don’t know about that. Sometimes I just say whatever pops into my head without thinking…it’s really gotten me into trouble a few times.”

Shingen smiled at me. “I find it an admirable quality.” He said. “Now, come and I’ll show you and Miss Saki to your rooms.”

Some servants were coming to take mine and Saki’s luggage into the castle, while other attendants were taking the horses to the stables. Saki and I followed Shingen inside as he showed us around, taking us to the rooms we would be living in.

“Saki this room is yours.” Shingen said, gesturing to a door. “I hope it is to your liking and it is right here next to Ava’s room.”

Saki smiled. “Thank you, my lord. Makes it very easy to be able to attend to my lady.” She was then winking at me. “I’ll check it out and start working on getting it set up.” Which was her way of saying she was giving me and Shingen privacy.

I smiled at her, but felt my cheeks reddening at the thought of being alone with Shingen like this. Shingen was reaching for my hand. “Allow me to show you, your room, my bride.” He said, once again making me warm all over, especially with the look in his eyes.

“Okay.” I replied, my hand warming up in his larger one.

Shingen opened the door with his free arm and led me inside. The room was beautifully decorated with the most beautiful hanging scrolls and fine arts. The folding privacy screen was gorgeously hand-painted. There were wooden shelves and a wooden chest for clothes and other things. There were vases with fresh flowers…it was honestly more extravagant than my room at Azuchi.

“I hope everything is to your liking.” Shingen said. “I picked everything out for you.”

“Thank you…it’s all so lovely…it’s too much really…” I said, feeling a bit flustered.

“I can’t have my wife in a room with anything less. You don’t put a flower in a plain vase.” Shingen said, lifting my hand to place a kiss on the back.

“I…thank you.” I replied, my face on fire. It was then that it occurred to me that he said this was my room. “So…uhm…you said my room…uh…”

Shingen smiled at me, his gray eyes warm. “I thought it might be more comfortable for you to have your own space.” He told me. “Unless you are ready to share a room with me.”

“I…we’ve only had one date.” I replied, my face heating up further. “I…I do appreciate your consideration.”

“If there is anything you need, just let me know.” Shingen told me. “And speaking of our date… would you attend the banquet with me tonight as our second date?”

I smiled. “I think that would be a good date.” I agreed. “Are…are these banquet formal?”

“No. Very informal actually.” Shingen answered. “Very relaxed. We mainly use them to keep Kenshin pacified with plenty of sake.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Does he get a little less…violent and stabby when he has enough sake?”

Shingen nodded. “Sometimes.” He answered. “I am very much looking forward to spending this evening's banquet with you, though.”

“I am looking forward to it, as well.” I replied.

Shingen smiled. “I will let you get settled and I’ll be back to escort my lovely bride to the banquet.”

“That sounds good.” I replied.

Shingen continued to smile, his gray eyes on mine as he brought my hand up to his lips placing a kiss on the back. “Until tonight, my goddess.”

The warmth of Shingen’s lips lingered on my hand once more. Shingen really knew how to make me melt. I was going to be a puddle…and we’d only been married a few days.

#ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku shingen #arranged marriage au #shingen takeda #otome shingen #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #fanfic #ikemen series #otome boys #cybird #fanfiction

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mywonuderful · 2 years

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We'll Shine Brighter Than Any Other Stars

Summary: You are Wonwoo's favorite star, the one that shines brightly for him. He on the other hand, felt like beside yours, he was nothing but an unlit star, one that has been relying on your brightness for his own. He didn't want to depend on your light anymore and wanted to show you that his is capable on shining bright own his own, even if that might stepping out of his comfort zone. He wanted to show that stars that you and him can shine bright together, brighter than any other stars.

Pairing: Wonwoo x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff, pre-established relationship, non-idol!AU, Wonwoo trying to be more expressive

Warnings: Wonwoo blushing!!

a/n: This scenario is inspired by this beautiful ost sung by Lee Hi!

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To him, you are his favorite star. Dazzling, radiant and sparkling. Even on Wonwoo's darkest days, you shined the brightest light for him, showering him with love, affection and passion. Despite some of it being cringy and over the top, you knew he secretly like it with the small grin he fails to hide. Wonwoo fell for how bright, optimistic and hard working you are. No matter how tired you were, your smile was full of energy and sincerity and for that, Wonwoo would fall in love with you all over again. To him, you are his brightest star, his energy source, his reason behind why he smiles so happily, but for him, he doesn't fell like he shines are brightly as you do. He felt like his star is cold, prominent and quiet. Beside yours, his was nothing but a dull star. Sometimes he wonders, what if you were with someone who shined brighter than he did? Someone who shined just as equally as bright as you? He knew you would've still radiated and glowed, no matter who you are with, and that made Wonwoo realize that he needed to stop relying on on your brightness for his own. That he needed to start shining on his own, even if it was to step out of his comfort zone.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

"Y/N! I am so sorry for the late notice but I can't come to work today! I just remembered my child's school recital is today!" You managed to answer your phone that has been ringing endlessly for the past 10 minutes. You were standing in the washroom stall, hearing your coworker's excuse for the nth time. Well, you couldn't tell if it was an excuse, or if she just has really bad memory to the point where you've been working overtime and the full day for the past couple of days, back to back. Yesterday, her reason was that she suddenly remembered that it was her wedding anniversary and the day before, she suddenly remembered that she had dinner plans with her husband's family. You knew you weren't good at turning down people, as your other coworkers has told you multiple times that she's been taking advantage of your kind soul. You didn't really mind taking over her shift and working full day, but you only wished that she gave you at least a day advance notice, not a 10 minute notice when your shift was about to end.

"That's alright! I've got you covered! Have fun at your child's recital!" You ended the call, letting out a sigh. It must've been the lack of sleep and amount of work you've been doing recently but you were starting to feel the consequences. You haven't gotten the chance to met up with Wonwoo recently, the two of you were only able to share short phone call conversations or text messages before you had to get back to work. You've been telling him that you had to stay behind to help out because it was busy, knowing that you'll be scolded if he knew that you were taking someone's shift. Being one of the youngest workers wasn't easy. You felt like it wasn't right to decline a senior's request, especially when they clearly have more power over you. But you always managed to look on the positive side of things, knowing that you'll be able to get paid overtime, which was a higher salary than your hourly pay.

"Y/N? Are you okay in there?" You unlocked the door, seeing your younger employee. She was the youngest of all the workers, on her last year in high school. "I thought your shift ended?"

"Ah, about that. One of the coworkers asked me to cover for her shift." You smiled, fixing up your apron.

"Oh, her." Everyone knew who you were talking about without needing to name any names. Is was in her nature, and sadly, you were her victim of her crimes. "Do you think we'll be alright?"

"Of course! There's 3 of us today, no?" The high schooler looks away with a worrisome face. "What's wrong?"

"I think it's just us two today. My classmate texted me an hour ago saying that she can't make it with an upcoming exam." She frowns. You patted her on the back, trying to uplift the mood.

"No worries! We've got this! This isn't the first time we've been working with a lack of staff so it'll be a breeze. Let's prepare before the rush hour starts." She nods confidently, walking out to the main floor. You glanced at the time. Not only was it the weekend, but it was almost the start of the peak rush hours. Normally, there would be at least 3 waitresses on the floor during weekend nights for how busy it gets all the way until closing. You were worried that the two of you may not be able to manage things well but you had no time to distress over those feelings, needing to provide the encouragement for the younger staff.

The crowd of people enters through the doors. Your coworker handled the reception until the crowd dies down while you focused on taking orders. It was harder than it looks, running around taking orders and serving food and drinks. You were running back and forth, trying to attend to each table and fulfilling their request as soon as possible. Luckily, your coworker was able to clear the entrance packed with customers as they were all seated. The restaurant that was peaceful and calm in the morning and afternoon became lively, filled with chatters overlapping each other.

"This is for table 6, 9 and 12." You passed her the tray as she scurried to the corresponding tables. "I have a request for no cilantro for the salad and please make sure there isn't any peanuts or nuts in the fried noodles! I have a customer who as nuts allergies! Thank you!" You notified the kitchen staff as they gave you a thumbs up. You rushed back to the front, seeing numerous of tables trying to get your attention. It was busier than you expected.

"Y/N! Could you handle this order? They want alcohol. So does table 17, 4 and 20."

"Sure, could you handle the rest of the tables then? Table 16 also needs a high chair and table 1 is short on 2 sets of utensils." You quickly swapped spots. "Good evening, what can I get for you today?" You tapped in their order on the tablet, heading to the rest of the tables that wanted to order alcohol. You quickly served their drinks, heading over to the kitchen to serve food.

"Ah, did you want no tomatoes? I'll have them remake it for you right away. I apologize." You took the dish back into the kitchen, letting the staff know of your mistake. You clearly remember the customer telling you about her preference, but you must've been too busy to remember to input it into the system.

"Oh, sorry, did you guys not order this?" The customers shook their head as you went back to the POS system, retrieving the order receipt before heading to the correct table.

"Y/N! The customer asked for rice for this meal set, not spaghetti." Your coworker carried back another dish that from the table you took the order from. You started feeling guilty from all the mistakes you've been making, as everyone else around you has to work harder to correct your mistakes. "Y/N. It's okay. Like you've always told me. Calm down and don't rush." She tried to bring you down from your hectic working phase. She was right. For all the times you've been telling others to calm down and not to rush, you were the one who's rushing everything. You took a few deep breathes before looking over at her with a smile.

"Thanks. I needed that remainder." You walked back out onto to main floor, seeing your manager and another of your coworker helping out. "Since when did you guys come?"

"Oh my gosh, I don't know how the two of you managed all this!" Your coworker rushed by you to carry out the drinks. You suddenly felt the overwhelming stress melt away. "If it wasn't for her text, you guys would've been working your asses off!" The younger coworker proudly nodded

"Y/N! You can clock out! We'll handle things from here." Your manager informs as she escorts a group to their table, handing out the menus.

"But..." It didn't feel right to leave your shift, especially at such a prime time. "I'll stay until the rush is ove-"

"Nope. You better leave now or else I'm deducting your pay for this month." She threatens as you pouted, feeling guilty. "You've been working harder than anyone else for the past couple of days. We know letting us know would be the last of your options but you have to remember that you're only human too. You have limits also. You can the next two days off." She leaves you for the customers as you stood in front of the POS system, warmed by your manager's words.

"You should hurry on out, don't keep your Mr. Handsome waiting." One of your coworker nudges you as you walked past the kitchen. You confusingly looked back at her before heading into the staff room to change out of your uniform. You pulled your hair tie, feeling discomfort on your scalp from the tight ponytail. You peeked at the clock, seeing that it was still early. You didn't know how much you messed seeing the evening sky. You left for work early in the morning, and left work when it was already pitch black. You pushed through the back door, closing your eyes as you deeply inhaled.

"Wonwoo?" You opened your eyes, seeing a familiar figure as he leaned against a car, scrolling on his phone. He lifts his head, a smile automatically plastered on his face as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket, walking over towards you. "Why are you here?"

"Is it a crime for me to visit my girlfriend who's clearly taking someone's shift and working twice as hard with the lack of staff." You looked away like a child getting caught stealing candy.

"How'd you know?"

"Look at my diligent girlfriend, working so hard that she doesn't even have time to wipe her sweat." He reaches his hand towards you, wiping the sweat that was falling down the side of your face. You stepped back, taken by surprised by a couple of things:

Wonwoo rarely ever visits you at work, let alone, during a rush hour.

Wonwoo isn't a fan of PDA, or any kind of public affection yet here he is, wiping off your sweat. A very suspicious first choice of PDA.

Wonwoo only calls you by your nickname when in private. Yet here he is, out in public, declaring his whole relationship with you in the public parking lot, filled with people.

"Who's car is this?" It wasn't Wonwoo's usual car. He was driving a slightly larger car than usual. One you've never seen.

"I'm borrowing my friends. Just trying it out." He walks over to the front passenger seat, opening the door for you. You slowly entered the car, looking at him suspiciously.

"How's work today?" He sat in the car, quietly observing you.

"Just the usual. I got a call to cover someone's shift but it was no biggie, she had something important to attend anyways." You glanced over, noticing his worrisome face. "But hey! It was so busy today that I didn't notice that time flew by. When I work in the mornings, it can be so boring that I'm wish it could be more busy." You laughed, trying to cover up your tiredness. Wonwoo arrived at the restaurant half an hour ago, standing outside as he looking into the window, admiring how hard working you were. He would hear your muffed voice as you spoke to the customers, beaming brightly. But as he scans your face closely, he can see the dark circles, the exhaustion and the lack of sleep from the past few days. He felt bad not being able to be by your side recently, knowing that your head has been wrapped around work. You've been coming home, completely worn out. He peers behind the wall to see you exhaustingly remove your shoes, letting out a long sigh but once you see him, your exhaustion melts away as you grinned ear to ear. It was almost as if you were hiding it from him.

"I wanted to bring you somewhere but if you're too tired, we can go another time." He leans over to you, helping you put on your seatbelt, recline your seat slightly.

"No, I'm good. Lets go!" He started the engine, driving to his destination quietly. He looks over his shoulder, seeing your droopy eyes. He smiles bitterly, seeing how you were seated straight up and not against the reclined seat. He gently pushed your head back onto the head rest, allowing a more comfortable position for you. He arrives at the location of a park. He sees your peacefully sleeping face, not wanting to wake you up. He reclines his seat to match your level, resting his head on his arm. He reaches out his hand, softly stroking your cheek. You snuggled into his touch, eyes slowly fluttering open. "Sorry, did I fall asleep for too long?" You rubbed your eyes.

"Not at all. In fact, I'm glad you got to rest for a bit." You sat up, looking at the view of where you are.

"Are we... Camping?" You were in a middle of an open field, surrounded by trees. You looked around, seeing a cars with tents attached to the back of their cars.

"Some what. It's called cha-bak. We're car camping." You jumped out of the car, feeling a burst of energy. He chuckled hopelessly at your sudden burst of energy, stepping out of the car to open the trunk. Your eyes widen as he lifted the door of the trunk. The back seats where all pushed down with a mattress on top. He bents down, fumbling with something before turning on a switch, brightening the whole car with fairy lights.

"This is absolutely beautiful!" You exclaimed, clasping your hands together. He pulls you into his side, lightly ruffling with you hair. You stomach suddenly growls as you looked up to him with a embarrassed expression.

"I bought us dinner. Lets set up the table and chairs." You sat down, wearing one of Wonwoo's hoodies that he brought. "I got you non-caffeinated coffee. I know you won't be able to sleep if you drink coffee in the afternoon." He unwraps the straw packaging, sticking it through the lid before handing it to you. You looked at the food laid out, realizing it was all your favorites.

"Did I forget something?" You question, turning on your phone to look at your calendar. "Did I forget our anniversary or something?"

"No. It's just... I've always wanted to try camping with you." You saw his rosy cheeks as he avoids your eyes, picking up his chopsticks to get food. You beamed, feeling your heart warm up at his thoughtful gestures. "After we finish eating, let's take a stroll around the trail. How does that sound?" You nodded happily.

The two of you cleaned up after dinner, as you walked down the trail around the park. He had his hands behind has back as you were happily skipping in front of him.

"Look at the sunset! It's absolutely beautiful!" You swirled around, pointing at the sky. He was taken back by how beautiful it looked. How beautiful you looked. Your glowing smile along with the gradient sky. He quicken his strides to you before he reaches down for your hands, raising it to show you as he intertwines them.

"It really is beautiful." You nodded, pulling out your phone to snap a picture. "You, that is." You almost dropped your phone. You turned to face him, seeing his ear tint red. Both of you knew that Wonwoo wasn't the best at compliments, but today, he was really stepping out of his comfort zone for some odd reason.

"You're acting a little weird today." You thought out loud, giving him a questioning glare as the two of you continued down the trail before heading back to the site to shower at the community stalls. You changed into comfier clothing as you sat on the camping chairs, blankly staring at the mini bonfire in front of you while you waited for him to finish showering.

"Boo." You gasped as he creeped up behind you, laughing at your expression.

"You scared the hell out of me!" You whispered shouted, not wanting to disturb anyone who was already asleep. He bends down to kiss your forehead as an apologize before taking a seat across from you. "How'd you know I was covering for someone's shift today." You recall the earlier events in the parking lot.

"Your manager messaged me asking if you were home. She was asking if you were coming home late and all because you were covering shifts." He unlocks his phone, showing you his conversation.

Y/N's boss: Hello, Wonwoo. By any chance is Y/N home?

Wonwoo: No she's not. Is there something wrong?

Y/N's boss: Has she been coming home late recently?

Wonwoo: For the past couple of days, yes.

Y/N's boss: She must've been covering shifts. She doesn't know how to decline, does she?

Wonwoo: I'm afarid not.

Y/N's boss: I'll be letting her off work early today so please pick her up. She'll also be taking 2 days off so be sure she gets lots of rest and recovers.

Wonwoo: That'll be greatly appreciated, thank you.

You cringed at their conversations, finding it weird that your manager reached out to Wonwoo but at the same time, you were thankful for her because without her, you would've been drained from work by now. You sat back onto your seat, extending your limbs as you stretch. You quietly yawns as he took a hint that you're getting tired.

"Do you want to lay down?" He stands up, taking your hand as he opened the trunk. You crawled up onto the bed, laying down on the soft mattress. He follows, laying beside you. "There's a reason why I brought you here today." You turned, admiring his beautiful side profile. "Remember how you always wanted to stargaze?" The conversations you shared with him about you wanting to stargaze recollects. You looked up at the dark sky, seeing specks of sparkles. All the tiredness, worries and stress seem to vanish in this moment you were sharing with Wonwoo. You searched for his hand, wrapping it around yours. "Even in a sky full of stars, I'll still be able to find yours." You loved it when he talked about the stars. "You've always shined so bright for me and without that, I would’ve been a dull star. A star with no light."

"That's not true, Wonwoo." You turned your body towards him.

"I've been relying on your brightness for me own. And for that reason, you have to work twice as hard, to shine bright for the both of us." Your brows furrowed at his weighted words. "It's not only light that you've provided. Affection, admiration and love. You never failed to let me know your feelings. Yet I still struggle, trying to express myself to you." You touched his chin, tilting it so he faced you. You saw his sorrow expression. "But today, you won't be the only one shining bright." You finally understood what he was trying to say. Why he was stepping out of his comfort zone, trying to express himself more. He was trying to express himself just how much he loved you, slowly but surely. He wanted to show you that he could shine on his own as well.

"From now on, we'll shine brighter than any other stars. Together." He grins, feeling satisfied that his feeling got across.

"Y/N." He sits up suddenly.

"Yes, my love?" You got up. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"The stars are beautiful today, isn't it?" There was a silent pause before he brings a hand to his face, hiding his redden and flustered face. He peeks through to see your reaction. You lips parted upon hearing his sudden confession before curving up into a huge smile.

*“The stars are beautiful” means you are beautiful, and eventually translates into “I like you”*

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Weddings 101 with Dieter Bravo

Chapter one: Transportation? I'll Cover it

Dieter Bravo x plus size OFC (Maya)

Fanfiction 18+ (not this chapter but later chapters will be)

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Weddings 101 with Dieter

Summary: Maya is just trying to be a good big sister. Yet, even the planes are conspiring against her. She encounters Dieter who who likes that sass and that ass. No candy was harmed in the writing of this chapter.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, self-doubt, bad jokes, Dieter being soft and cute, card games, body insecurities, brief mentions of drug use and alcohol, etc. (none too serious, that’s for later)

Notes: I've wanted to write Dieter for awhile and I'm glad that I was able to get a rough draft together, outline and now part one. I think it will be three or four parts depending on where I can take the story. I swear I did go over it several times while editing, but I was laughing at my own jokes, so there may still be some typos. 🤔

“So, what you're saying is that even though I have paid three months in advance and have my confirmation code right here both in my phone and printed I don't have my seat on my flight?!” A woman stood with both hands on the counter, visibly frustrated but not yelling.

“Yes, yes ma'am that, that is what I'm saying I again I'm so sorry just so sorry.” The young man at the service counter apologized again. It’s all he could do.

“I mean I appreciate that you're sorry but it's not gonna get me on the flight. I need to be on the flight so that I can be at my brother's wedding. Is there another flight going out later today?” The woman asked, wiping her brow. She had worn a sweatshirt and leggings because it was supposed to be cold in the airport and on the plane. The young man tapped a few keys on his computer and looked up, his eyes wide.

“There is ma'am, but the flights aren’t going out until like, 10 tonight.” He broke the news. The woman groaned.

“Sir you you realize it's it's eight in the morning. How… how can there not be any more flights to Hawaii of all places until ten tonight?!” She questioned, that time she did yell. She felt it was ludicrous, the entire situation.

“Well ma'am it's it's based on availability and, and, and consumer interest and it looks like most people were were interested in morning flights. No one was really booking any of the afternoon flights so we cancelled those and just you know some people wanted the red eye flights. I mean we will give you vouchers for the price of your flight and an extra $250 for future flights with our airline. Because I feel like that that's exactly this time…” All she heard was that she wasn’t going to be in Hawaii by later today. Which meant she wouldn’t check in, then have to find another hotel, maybe it would be near the wedding venue if they even had any availability ….all horrible.

Maya rubbed her temples in defeat because she had planned that she was going to fly out in the morning from San Francisco where she was now and then fly the rest of the way to Hawaii. She was now stuck in San Francisco with no way to get to Hawaii on time to participate in her brother's weeklong wedding to albeit his lovely wife but fucking destination weddings man. The woman stepped away from the counter, her gray slip-on sneakers squeaking on the cool tile floor.

“Hey what's cooking good looking, you need a flight out?” A man in a gray robe, sunglasses inside an airport for some reason, a Gray T-shirt, striped Gray and brown pajama pants maybe and grey Crocs. He appeared to be holding a goat. He sauntered up to the service desk alongside Maya and leaned on it casually. The man had been keeping track of the exchange, it was much more entertaining than the random loud kids running around and all the stretched-out pants that said juicy and they were not in fact juicy. Instead, he found the loud woman to be much more succulent.

“I mean I do, but he said there's no more flights out. What? Are you going to give me your seat because I got a wide ass.” Mya put her hands on her large hips, she leaned forward on her right foot and her thigh jiggled. The man in the robe took notice of her hips. They looked like they’d swallow his fingers when he held onto them, he would like to know for sure.

The man laughed and replied, “No. I got a private jet and honestly, I'm tired of looking at just my assistant because he tells me all kinds of stuff I can't do or shouldn't be doing.” He pointed at a nervous young man who held a briefcase and a duffle bag. “You wanna ride with me Miss Toblerone? You seem fun.”

Perplexed, Maya considered both the man's appearance and the offer. He seemed like he had just rolled out of bed, was holding a goat but also had this really fluffy hair. Honestly, it just made her wanna smack his head and like play with his downy mop a little bit. The man had this little mischievous looking grin that was surrounded by a little mustache and facial situation going. It could be that she was tired from getting up at 3:00 in the morning to make sure she was at the airport packing up her crap and making sure that it was indeed the two carry-ons and one personal bag per the airline. It could have also been the horrendous drive over that mostly was sitting in traffic for a ride that maybe should have taken 15 minutes but took an hour and a half. She had to factor the time in and also finding which gate after security, which security was its own monster in and of itself so at this point a pajama clad stranger with fluffy hair sexy grin and a goat was looking real good right now.

“Fuck it let's go, my name's Maya. I not particularly a fan of Toblerone though, they’re decadent. I guess it’s good to have one everyone once in awhile.” She replied to him and reached her hand out, he took one hand off the goat and shook it then held on to it a little too long. The fluffy man kissed it and trailed his lips up her wrist which the woman shivered a bit because it's like who who does that out outside of Bridgeton? Her new traveling partner said his name was Dieter Bravo which sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Just like she couldn't quite place him, she felt like she would remember if she saw any man looking like this, but she'd worry about that later right? Now she just really needed to get on a flight from San Francisco to Hawaii, so she gathered up her purse, her backpack and suitcase follow Dieter, but he stopped her and told his assistant to take her backpack and bag from her. Bravo then questioned why she had so few bags, Maya told him that she didn't want to pay the carry-on fees because it the price of the flight out here was outrageous already in addition to the hotel. Dieter asked why she was going to all the trouble, she told him it was for her youngest brother’s wedding.

“I think you can be more indulgent then that Toblerone. Especially for a wedding.” The actor took her hand and walked with her while the assistant got another person to help with all the bags, the majority were Dieter’s.

Dieter said once they got to Hawaii, he would look around for some more clothes for her. Maya laughed and said he's probably going to have to look hard for that stuff because she didn’t know if any of those designer stores there would have her size. Likely not, those mannequins are probably one of her thighs. Dieter grinned and told her that it was alright, there’s more to work with and to use. He then cleared his throat and said that he meant as far as fashion choices.

Maya had a feeling she knew what he meant. She had an extra bounce in her step at the thought giggled. She may consider it after they’re off the jet and they can find some privacy. She wasn’t into people watching her have sex.

Once at the jet they were greeted with two stewardesses in suspiciously short skirts, but the woman figured that's probably what Dieter or whoever Dieter’s people were had paid. Honestly this was a completely free flight, so it didn’t matter how she felt about anything. Besides, how much were those stewardesses getting paid? Could it be a part time job maybe, it’s something to look into. The pair were served with sushi which was actually pretty lovely, she hadn't had California rolls in quite some time. Bravo offered her two of his, he enjoyed watching her put them in her mouth. He did offer some wine but she said she's not really into wine.

“We got a bartender over here tell him what you want.”

So Maya told the mixologist to make her some lemon drops which was basically lemon, lime, and vodka with a little bit of sugar added in it. Dieter said that he hadn't had those for quite a while so they toasted and took off toward their destination. It was when they were in midair, when Dieter took out a pack of cards and shuffle them saying that they were going to play poker.

“My dear sweet man, I'mma level with you. I don't know a thing about poker. The only card games I've played are go fish and Uno.” Maya chuckled as she continued to sip, the alcohol was making her slur already and her eyes were a tad glassy.

Dieter’s eyes widened.

“I haven’t played Uno for years! Finally, someone else who wants to play uno!”

He hopped up out of his seat which the captain had not turned off the seat belt sign, so he bobbed and weaved a little bit and went to somewhere in the back of the plane. Maya couldn't quite see where he went, the fluffy man grabbed little Uno box and Maya cautioned him by saying you know we should wait until the seat belt sign goes off because she wasn’t trying to bob and weave as well on the plane. After about thirty minutes, the sign did go off and then they were free to sit across from each other at a little table that was built into the jet. In setting up for the Uno game, the two flight attendants couldn't be bothered because they're just they're here to look hot, not for weird games. The young assistant was just so happy that Dieter had someone else to focus on, he was taking a nap because that man looked stressed, he was probably going to have gray hairs before he turned thirty.

“Toblerone, we got to make this game interesting though.” Dieter stated as he removed his robe and shuffled the card. “I’m gonna take this seriously.” His sunglasses came off next, serious indeed.

Maya scoffed, finishing off her drink and leaned forward. Removing her sweatshirt, she revealed she had on a pale pink t-shirt that read ‘Live loud and love long.’ She rested her elbows on her knees while Bravo delt the cards, she noted his triangle tattoo on his forearm and wondered how long it took to fill that in. She just had scars and stretch marks. Dieter’s eyes floated to her shirt and licked his lips. He found himself curious about the second part of that shirt.

“So, it's not just enough to be playing Uno in a private jet? We have to have stakes too? And my name’s Maya, not Toblerone. Still not a bad nickname though.” The plush woman picked up her cards and scanned them, not a bad hand, but not great either. “How often are you playing games with stakes in the air, lovely man?” She was trying to find a nickname for him as well, none sounded cool though. Dieter could have cared less, he soaked up any name she was willing to call him. Her voice sounded like smooth caramel to him. Wait, he had an idea.

“Yeah, I haven't really done it with anybody else for like a while.” He paused. Was he just talking about the cards? His assistant was normally troubled by Dieter’s lack of routine, but kept his schedule packed, which left little time for extracurriculars he was used to. The pregnant pause caused Maya’s head to tilt with her lips pursed. “No, no, no, no. Scratch that. I do it all the time. Cards all over the place. On the walls, Several packs at a time. All the packs.” The croc clad man stuttered as he attempted to clarify what he meant, which just solidified what he said further. He’d won awards for his acting, yet his was doing a piss poor job right now. “If I win,” Dieter explained as he picked up his cards and looked at them, once of his hands held his chin, presumably deep in thought. He was but he felt like he embarrassed himself. There was no way she was going to agree to meet with him after they left the plane. “I get to keep calling you Kit Kat, Milky Way or Toblerone and you have dinner with me.”

Maya just stared at him smiling. “Dinner? I honestly thought you were going to mention cards on the ceiling and on the beach.” She waved her hand, their banter was one thing, but dinner? This man did not want dinner. He just wanted a fun night because his assistant has been cockblocking him. She wasn’t opposed, but she didn’t want to be a fun fat fuck for him either. It wouldn’t be the sex that would be bad, though it could be, she just didn’t want to wake up with that shame again or alone in bed as she had too often before. Her smile dimmed. “I’ll agree to the nickname game but not dinner. We ate here on the plane.” Her eyes focused on his hands, then lips, Maya couldn’t directly at his face. It was bad enough she was considering it.

Bravo noticed her demeanor change. The card talk had been too much. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of getting her in bed or wherever she would agree since seeing her at the airport. He didn’t want her to feel bad about it nor obligated. Maya had been fun to talk to, he hadn’t felt the need to snort or shoot anything yet. He wanted to know why, he thought dinner might help with that.

“What we ate wasn’t a full meal. I’m still hungry.” He played his first card, “I want dinner with you because I like you, Maya. For more than getting a quick thrill, plus if I don’t see you later, I won’t be able to use any of your nicknames.” Dieter flicked his chin toward her, indicating her move.

Smooth bastard. “Fine but if I win, I get to call you Sugar lips, soufflé or pretty boy.” Maya sucked her teeth and drew a card from the pile, she didn’t have the right color or number. She started to tap her foot nervously, this was dangerous. He was cunning, deceptively so. She hated that she was enjoying their wordplay.

“Wait the first one I get but why the second one? And why pretty boy? You called me man earlier Toblerone?” He was able to put down two more cards. Maya cursed under her breath and was able to be rid of one card on her turn.

“We’ll see how this game goes and that will tell me if I call you a man or a boy Dieter.”

Maya lost uno and Dieter decided he would keep Toblerone and Milky Way. He did tell her that she could call him Sugar Lips. He liked that one. Maya drank a second lemon drop as did Dieter. Now dinner was happening off this plane. He danced with his third drink, snaking his hips in a circle to music only he could hear. After polishing it off, he grabbed Maya’s hands and pulled her up to dance as well.

“What song are thinking of Sugar Lips? I can’t tell by your dancing.” The man’s laugh was infectious, and Maya started cackling as well. They spun around as once of his hands ran down to her side, grabbing a handful of her hip. He guided her from side to side, slowing down. His lips kissed the back of the hand he still held in his.

“No particular song. I just felt like dancing. I get to have dinner with you, my Toblerone. I’m excited.” Dieter answered, he kissed her jaw and met her eyes. His hand on her hip loosened as he started to circle his palm over her hip and part of her ass. “You’re soft Maya. Wanna find out what makes you that way. I feel like I need to, you know?” Her breath hitched with each of his touches, her resistance fading with each movement they took together. Would she make it to dinner?

Next: Chapter 2

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barmadumet · 2 months

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Because I am nosy and curious I want to ask if you could tell me something that surprised you while you were working on Streets of Gold? Did it change the story?

Hello, Wibz! Thank you for this lovely ask! It is always nice to get to talk about this big ole fic that consumed so much of my life (and my heart) for two years straight. I can tell you lots of things, because SO much of it was a surprise. The length alone 😳 And there were many surprising scenes that came to me in the moment, like the lightsaber kyber crystal swap; I was writing how they were sparring by the lake, and bam! It just poured out. Many of the themes were also surprises - the old, uncomfortable couch lol. The "I'm with you." The birthday theme! -I hadn't planned in advance for giving them the same birthday. And definitely the religious theme. When the last line of the story ended up being a prayer, I knew I had to go back and incorporate it into the boys' history; there was surely a luxury in writing the entire story BEFORE posting the first chapter, because I was able to further support all the surprise themes that seemed to keep coming up. Many changes came from that method of writing, because I was able to just sort of problem solve as I went back through in editing and make things better fit together. Like Cody! Cody was a big surprise. I knew he'd be in the story, but I didn't plan for him to be Master Obi's love interest. Nor did I plan for the two of them to have their own little story within the story. And It wasn't until that last chapter that I decided that kiss under the fireworks was their first kiss, and I did have to go back and remove earlier kisses! One of the very biggest surprises was changing the wedding location at the last minute, the day before posting! And that ended up opening a can of worms 😮‍💨 In moving the wedding from a traditional venue to the Temple, I had to orchestrate like I was a real event planner! Good thing I like doing that 😅 I had pulled up online maps of the Temple, and after too many minutes spent studying, and after much contemplation, I figured out the Meditation Chamber backed up to the Room of the Thousand Fountains, and that was when I decided that was their alter backdrop 😍 And suddenly I'm removing walls and bringing in portables as dressing rooms. . . I may have missed my calling 😂😂😂 I actually get told that often in regards to event planning lol. But I suppose the mother of all surprises was that what I had planned to be the final chapter ended up being the 45th out of 65. And changes were definitely made there! Like the creation of the conflict between the two Obi-Wans. . . which was GREAT fun to write 😈 THANK YOU VERY MUCH for this ask! Sorry to overload you, but I had fun revisiting my beloved story 💘

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Chapter 16: The Unexpected Visitor

Weeks go by as the VILE team prepares for the retrieval of the chest that was mentioned in the moonlit carvings of their previous clue. In the bathroom, Wally sits shirtless on the bench by the tub as Carmen removes what vivianite crystals she could, making sure not to cut her latex gloves by accident. In a steel pan, she collects the shards, disinfecting and patching each wound as she goes. “I really wish you would see an actual trained doctor and not me. I just know basic first aid and CPR.” Wally winces a few times as he feels her remove the crystals, hearing the clanking of the shards in the pan. “I doubt they’ll know anything about this. Its not like that have an antibiotic for it. Its a little worse than the sniffles..” he tried chuckling, but started to cough a little, making Carmen hesitate a moment. She wipes her wrist across her forehead under her horn, moving some hair from her face. “Sounds like its starting to affect your lungs. We need to get these treasures so we can get you cured as soon as possible. Otherwise I wouldn’t even bother with asking a jerk spirit for anything.”

The blue pony sighed, looking at his scarred body in the mirror. “How much do you know?” He asked. She was silent for a little bit, closing up a rather large hole with a few stitches, “About the treasures? After the chest is a rabbit then a duck then an egg with a needle inside.. we need that needle to-“

“No, about me. What I am.” He fidgeted with his wedding ring, looking at her from the mirror. She straightened up and sighed. “I had my suspicions but I fully found out because of M. He claimed to be your brother by blood. He confirmed that you were a light balance changeling. Which would explain why Blendin changed from green apple color to a teal when he was a newborn if he is half changeling. But I don’t care what you were. I care about who you are as yourself. You married me as an earth pony, M told me you prefer to be an Earth Pony, so to me you have always been an Earth Pony. I still love you all the same no matter what you identify as.” Wally turns to face her and smiles, brushing her cheek with his hand. “What did I ever do to deserve an angel like you? Even after all this time, we found each other again. Its like you chase away the rain from my life.”

She chuckles and nuzzles into his hand, “You silly stallion, you always need a little rain, otherwise you’d be a desert. Harsh, gritty, dry… getting sand in unpleasant places..” The two ponies laugh a hearty bit. Wally smiles and leans closer and kisses Carmen softly.

Kiros knocked on the doorframe and smirked, “Hey Boss, is this a bad time? We zeroed in on an opening for the chest. We just need your approval for the go-ahead.” Carmen pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the bin. Kiros handed her the tablet, showing a plan and extraction, complete details of any traps or weak structure points.

She poured over the details, made a few notes and frowned. “Is this the best window we have to grab it? Theres several variables that are not consistent. We need stability in these areas to pull off that zip-line. Not enough room for a glider. If we can’t get across that way, going around will add more time.” Kiros shrugged, “This is what we keep coming up with after weeks of trying to figure this out. We’re fresh out of ideas of how to cross that trouble area. We just don’t have the ability to do much more in the way of advanced options.” Wally peeked over, “Have you thought of flying her over? I mean you have wings.. M has wings..”

Kiros and Carmen looked at him a moment. Carmen checked his wingspan and shook her head, “Just about the glider size. I can’t risk broken wings.” Kiros thought more, “Although I can size shift, making me smaller would mean I wouldn’t be able to carry as much. So thats out. What about Lekir? Maybe she can solidify those weak points with ice?” Carmen rubs her temples, “The moisture in the rocks expand when frozen, there a chance it will destabilize even worse.” Carmen hands Kiros the tablet and heads over to the war room to see if looking at it another way may be helpful. Kiros followed her as Wally stayed behind, looking over his bandages before putting his sweater back on.

The bathroom closet suddenly glowed blue around the edges and a young teal unicorn colt stuck his head out. His pink and blue eyes met Wally’s blue eyes with confusion. “Well hey there! Thats a funny place to hide!” The colt stared back at Wally, “…Dad?” Wally tilted his head, “Are you.. Blendin?” The colt rushed out of the closet door and gave his father a big hug, almost being the same height. It was quite obvious he was in his early teens and getting his growth spurt. “I didn’t expect you here! Why are you hiding in the closet?” Wally laughed. Blendin whipped around and closed the closet door, which did not look like a closet when Wally peeked in. It looked like a lobby to an old library if he had to guess. “I wasn’t in the closet.. Is… Mom here? I’ve been getting her letters. But I needed to ask some questions..” Blendin rubbed his arm nervously, his red hoodie looking baggy on his thin frame.

“So if we attach the zipline to this opposing wall, that will be a much better angle to be able to swing without issue..” Carmen pointed to a now 3D hologram of the temple area they were previously discussing. Wally cleared his throat, “Um, my light? I’m sorry to bother you while you’re working but.. I think you may need to see this.” He gestured for her to join him in the hallway privately. “Wally, I can’t keep stopping things for…” Carmen stopped as he stepped aside, pulling Blendin from shyly hiding behind him. “Look who I found in the bathroom closet!” Blendin blushed and gave a very annoyed sigh, “I wasn’t in the closet! I used the ley lines to connect my door to one of yours! How was I supposed to know it was in the bathroom??” Blendin looked over at Carmen who was practically shaking with holding back emotions. “Blendin.. look how tall.. you.. how.. how did you find us? We’re practically off the grid!” So many thoughts and questions raced through her mind, “You’ve grown so much! How is the Library treating you? Have you eaten? Have you gotten my letters? Are you angry with me? Where is Adora? Is she still angry with me? I’m so sorry for leaving you two so alone!” She rambled and had to stop herself.

Blendin chuckled a bit nervously. “Um… I will tell you as much as I can, I’m just on limited time. I snuck over here, I wasn’t supposed to use the ley doors yet. But I did a bit of digging online and noticed some activity in the dark web about this location being connected to the Sweet Spot. It was really tough to hack through, but I was able to find rough coordinates and wanted to see if you were here.” Carmen looked past him towards the bathroom, “You say you connected doors? Like interdimensional travel?” Blendin adjusted his glasses, which looked remarkably like Wally’s. “More like a more stabilized teleportation spell but yeah. Why?” Carmen wrapped him in a huge hug and kissed his cheek repeatedly, “I think you may have solved our problem!! You are such a smart kid! I’m so proud of you!!” Blendin squirmed out of her hugs and adjusted his hoodie, “Please.. warn me next time?” Carmen held up her hands, “Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. Right. Technically new person…. Have you eaten? You have time for a snack, right?”

Wally puts his hand on Blendin’s shoulder, “She’s been through a lot, give her some credit, this is new to her too. She’s just really excited.” Carmen darted back into the war room and gathered some books and papers, “Sorry! Big thing. Son’s here.” She blurted out and dashed out again, “Ok, Let’s go to the kitchen! Questions are always good paired with food. Eating something pleasureful helps the memory retention.” Blendin watches her hurry towards the kitchen and looks at Wally, “Is she always like this?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, “No, only when she finds something really interesting or if she finds an answer to a long problematic issue, she gets a bit hyper. But I’d say this is bigger than that.”

“Aren’t you excited to see me? You seem very… not excitable.” Blendin tilted his head, Wally chuckled. “Oh I’m very excited, I just dont show it like your mom does. I’m also dealing with some amnesia from a few years back so I’m just vibing until things start to click more.”

Wally and Blendin sit down at the kitchen island, Carmen had her small stack of papers and books on one end and was busy putting together a veggie platter, and stopped, “Do you like veggies? Whats a good snack you like?” Blendin sat up straight, arms by his side and hands on his lap, “Oh um, veggies are good, and maybe some Tajin and hot chili oil?” Carmen smiled over her shoulder, “Thats my boy, a good taste in seasoning! You probably get that more from your father, he’s loves everything spicy! I like more flavor than pure spice though.” She set the food in front of them and leaned on the bar, “Ok so you said you had some questions for me? I’ll answer what I can if you can answer some of mine.” Blendin’s eye sparkled as he saw different fruits and veggies on the platter, he was expecting just carrots and celery. “Um yeah, I needed some help with completing this thing for the Library.. and since I’m a minor, and technically a surrendered child, I can’t get a parent or guardian’s permission, and the Keeper won’t sign off as my guardian. And this is important to me. I want to learn more so I can travel and not be stuck in the library..” Carmen beamed, “You’re saying you need a permission slip signed or else you cannot start to go on missions until you are 18?” Blendin nodded, crunching a starfruit, “Yeah and that may set me back farther than some of the other candidates.” Carmen looked at Wally and tapped her chin, “Sounds like I need to pay the Keeper a visit then. Perhaps I can finally get to get custody of you two again. And this mansion is the safest place you can be as far as I’m concerned.” Blendin perked up, “You mean it? You still want us around?!” Wally and Carmen chuckled, “Of course we still want you!! We never wanted to give you two up in the first place!”

Wally smiled, “I’ve only come back recently as well but from everything I know, she’s been worried sick about you kids.” Blendin smiled and started to cry, “I’m so happy that we actually have parents.. I need to tell Daring..” he pulls out a pink cellphone and starts texting. “Daring? Who is Daring” Wally asked, looking at Carmen, “I’ve seen some fiction books about a Daring Do, but maybe its one of his friend’s nicknames? You know how kids are with fursona or original characters and fanfics..” Carmen chuckled, snagging a carrot chip and stacking a dragonfruit piece on top. “Oh, no, I’m talking to Adora, she IS Daring Do. Its not fiction. She writes about her adventures all the time.” Blendin showed his cellphone to Carmen, showing off pictures of a young adult Adora in safari gear. “I thought she was working with the Warehouse. Not galavanting through rainforests and rough terrain!” Blendin smirked, “She’s the top of her class, been doing work in the archeology division. She loves the stuff!” Wally laughs, “She really takes after you, doesn’t she?” Carmen almost chokes on the carrot and dragonfruit, “You mean thats all real? So she’s top of her class AND a published author? And here I thought being promoted to detective in my early 20’s was impressive!”

M strode past, looking a little worse for the wear, shirt and leather coat all disheveled, a few new plasters on his jaw, bent cigarette hanging from his mouth, his horns looked a bit demonic, one the tip was broke off. He went behind Carmen and used his tentacles to reach the top shelf for some chips. Blendin nearly dropped his phone. “M-Mom?? Why is there a demon in here? I thought you said it was safe here!!” Carmen turns to look at M, who just waved, “Sup, Squirt?”

“That is a good question. Why are you here? You should have been the first to tell me of a breach in security..” Carmen raised her eyebrow at the demon changeling, crossing her arms. “What? I fuckin checked him out, he’s cleaner than a newborn. Plus he came from one of your secure locations you told me to keep around. Consider yerself notified.”

Carmen noticed how uneasy Blendin looked and smacked M on the arm. “Fine, but you’re scaring the poor kid, tone down the horror show for a bit.” She leans towards Blendin assuringly, “Its alright, thats M, your uncle. He’s a dark balance changeling. He’s the one who helped me get back on my hooves after the accident with your father here. Its a long story.” M, who didnt turn down the horror show at all as far as his appearance was concerned, “I ain’t the only one he needs to worry about. He hasn’t met the fuckin team yet and I smell delicious doubt on him, like he doesn’t know if this was the right call, coming here. Which he knows exactly where here is.. or should I say What here is.” The poor young teen was trembling visibly and kept his eyes on his phone. All of a sudden he blinked invisible, startling the three adults. “Where the fuck did he go?” M blurted out as Carmen remembered to tap her glasses. “He’s still here. He’s just using one of his talents! Brilliant boy!”

She looked around and found him curled up under the island bar by his chair. She motioned for them to be quiet as she took a seat on the floor next to him. “Hey kiddo, I know its kinda scary with all these new people, but you can trust them. They’ve all been a part of this weird family we pieced together.” She heard sniffling and looked at the heat signature beside her. “So you aren’t just a misunderstood adventurer, are you? You really are a villain? Thats why you have demons and monsters and secret mansions with black market ties…” Carmen thought a moment and nodded, “I suppose you could see it that way, but its more like being an anti-hero, we don’t kill and most the targets have done things that made them deserve what we did.”

Blendin sniffled still and made his head visible from inside his hoodie, the strings pulled tight. “So I have anti-hero villain parents who want to have custody of us..” Blendin groaned as he tried to wrap his head around it. “I… don’t know if I can do this. This was a bad idea. You probably just want to have us break the law with you..” Wally and M looked at Carmen who winced, she did hope she could use his door transport to help with the chest retrieval. “No, sweetheart.. I will never force you into anything you don’t to do, ok? I could never do that to you, especially since this Librarian candidacy seems to really have you excited. And I couldn’t be more proud, you are a brilliant colt, and you are handsome and so very loved! And your sister too! I wish she were here so I could tell her to her face!” She opened her arms and let him choose to hug her or not. The young colt groaned in uncertainty still but tilted himself into her arms, dropping his invisibility. “This is fine, its progress!” She rubs his back comfortingly. Wally smiled wide, bouncing in his chair a bit, “You are so good with kids. You always were.” M scoffed, “Give it time, they’re teens.”

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