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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 5 months

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Luke Hughes x Latina!reader

synop: a few moments where y/n mistakes Luke's kindness for being best friends, but they mean something more, it always does.

a/n: besties to lovies, the notebook is mentioned ofc, my work feels rusty but hopefully u enjoy ;)

cw: reader gets black eye in non-violent type of way, one cuss word I think, joke about being mugged, drinking, sweetie pie & Lu pet names hehe

You were one of the very few to see Luke Hughes. The turtle under the shell. It took time to see the real him but quickly over time he peaked out every now and then. He didn’t know why but he felt a different kind of my comfort around you. A comfort where you knew wouldn’t judge him. Maybe as a joke you would tease him but both of you knew you didn’t mean any harm. So he let walls come down to a complete stranger. A stranger he had just met, a stranger that he would fall in love with over and over again.

“You need to be more careful."

It was any other game day that you could attend. Wearing his number after you persuaded for him to buy for you. “Who else am I going to represent? Certainly not Jack…no offense.” you joked years earlier when you first started to cheer for him in person. He was surprised to hear you to bring up the idea but quickly got you your jersey the next day.

It was any other game day besides the slowly bruising black eye your friend gave you hours earlier. It was childish really, you two were messing around and dared each other to wrestle on the living room floor, and one maneuver led to your left eye hitting the couch’s arm rest. It hurt like a bitch on impact and the stinging after but the ice your friend placed on your face helped.

You knew Luke would say something so you showed up to the arena with sunglasses, taking them off to see the game clearly but putting them back on to see him after.

“Nice assist Lu,” you hugged him after he changed

“Thanks, what’s up with the shades?” he laughs poking at your glasses

“I thought they looked good with my outfit, what do you think?” You knew you weren’t fooling Luke, you were wearing jeans and his jersey, the basic outfit didn’t really need the sunglasses.

“How could have you seen my assist if you were wearing sunglasses?” His brows raise waiting for your response

You were about to come up with another excuse before Jack runs by snatching said glasses off your eyes, “Nice shades!” He yells as he jogs away, revealing your reddish purple turning bruise right under your eye.

“What the hell happened!?” Luke asks as he steps forward to get a better look, gently turning your head into better light.

“Nothing really, I was messing around and hit my eye on my couch. Don’t touch it.”

“Did you put ice on it?” He asks

“Of course I did Luke. Looks crazy though right?” You were kind of proud to have such an injury, it would heal eventually so why not be proud of it.

But Luke was not on the same wavelength, “Here. We gotta put ice on it." he grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the team's med room

"Luke I have ice at home."

"Just come."

The doc checked your shiner out by Luke's request and to no ones surprise, you were fine. He gave you an ice pack and Luke interrogated you on the way out,

"So what actually happened? You didn't just fall into your soft couch and get a black eye... No one hit you right?" you saw how his eyes slightly squinted

"I got mugged for my phone." you deadpanned. His eyes widened and his fists clenched, "But they clearly didn't win." you waved your phone in front of you with a big grin on your face.

"Thats not funny y/n." his features finally softened

You sucked in your smile into a flat one, "Sorry, me and y/f/n were wrestling and it ended with my face into the couch's hard arm rest and boom." you clapped for dramatics.

"You and y/f/n need to be more careful." he whispered in a stern voice making you smile of how many times Luke has said to be careful. Too many times than he would like that's for sure.

“Yes I can imagine.”

One of the many things Luke had to put up with to be your friend were the late night calls. You always watched your shows and movies at night. Sometimes with him but other nights when he was at his own place, you would call him to rant and give your movie review. This night you couldn't decide on a new movie to watch so you rewatched The Notebook for the nth time and it left you hollow like always.

You dialed Luke’s number mid sob after you finished the movie,

"Y/n what's wrong?" his voice was filled with concern as he heard your cries.

"Luke, you have to watch the notebook." you choke out, mindlessly staring at the rolling credits.

He paused in silence, "I already have y/n, I saw it with you, twice." he emphasized the word twice.

"Then you have to see it a third because it's just too good," you hiccup a sob before you started, "I mean- can you just imagine the love of your life writing you a letter everyday for a whole year and not knowing they existed!? god! it's heart wrenching. Noah Calhoun is the standard." Luke heard the same statement you have made many times before and with the same strong conviction. The change in tone in seriousness had him smiling on the other line holding in a laugh.

"Are you imagining?" you demanded after some silence,

"Yes I can imagine." he said in that sweet voice of his. He did imagine a love like Noah and Allie had. He would write a letter everyday to the love of his life if he knew for sure it wouldn't scare her away. He continued to hear your rambles he had heard before because it's the closest thing he can have insight on your views on love.

“I wish we met when we were kids.”

You were having a very small party for your birthday. You had the night off and wanted a quick but memorable celebration so you and close friends had dinner and a birthday cake in your cozy dinning room. You had help from your friends and Luke to decorate the place and it turned out better than imagined.

After dessert, and recreational drinking, gifts were handed out and it was Luke's turn. The one person you were excited the most to receive. He had gifted you a vinyl record of your favorite album,

"Thanks Lu but I don't have a record player" you laughed nervously

"That's why he bought you one too." Jack who had also been invited, carried a medium sized wrapped box that sounded heavy as he placed it in front of you.

"Dude she was supposed to unwrap it." Luke nagged at his brother spoiling his gift

"Oops, I thought it was obvious he would buy you both." he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I love it. Luke, you sweetie pie, thanks." Luke blushed as you called him his favorite nickname you gave him years ago. You hugged him before unwrapping the second gift. Behind your back Jack gave his little brother a wink.

The rest of the night consisted with setting up the record player and playing the album, playing board games, and more drinking than you should have if you wanted to remember the night. It was a bit too late when Luke had cut you off but the night was ending when people were leaving.

He was half-carrying you to bed when you drunkenly admitted, "You’re a good friend Luke, any girl would be lucky to have you that’s for sure.”

“Thanks,” he whispered as he helped you tuck into bed

“Can you stay with me? At least until I fall I asleep? I always feel lonely when I sleep alone, especially on my birthday.” you asked without any embarrassment.

“Of course.” He kicked off his shoes and got comfortable next to you. It wasn’t uncommon to be so close to one another but Luke always felt his heart race.

You were already under your covers, “Shouldn’t I change into my pjs?”

“You already did y/n.” Luke noted that you were very intoxicated and you wouldn’t remember the next moments.

“Oh crap, when did that happen!” Alcohol also made you delirious.

“An hour before people started to leave, you said you wanted to be comfortable, so now you're wearing your grinch pj pants."

You caressed the soft material, "I love my fuzzy grinch pants." "Hey don't you have a pair too?" you asked Luke from a lingering memory

"Yeah, we have a matching pair," he confirmed

"Because of last christmas... gosh that was a fun break, remember the snowball fight we had! we stayed out so long that your mom forced us to stay inside for the rest of the weekend."

“I remember. That was my favorite christmas.” He admitted,

“That was my first Christmas with all of you guys.” you realized out loud with some clarity.

Luke cleared his throat as he pulled out a small box from his pocket, “I have one more gift for you.”

“Wow. Three gifts. I must be important or something.” you joked as you took the box from his hands,

“You have no idea.” He whispered to himself but you were too preoccupied with untying the box to hear.

You opened the box to find a dainty gold swan necklace. Intoxicated or not you knew what the swan symbolized.

“Is this- what is this?” you asked in disbelief

“You know.” he stated softly

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” You recited the line that always brought you to tears as you traced the minuscule details.

He watched how your tired eyes blinked slowly, “You can wear it in the morning.” He took the box and reached over to put it on your nightstand.

“Thanks Lu. You are way too kind. Scares me sometimes.” you snuggled into his side as a hug

"I wish we met when we were kids," you said.

“Why?” his arms found themselves around you caressing your arms.

“Because I would have spent more time with you. Having the title of growing up with Luke Hughes.”

“You wouldn’t have liked me then.” he said flatly

“I don’t believe that. Some friends of mine weren’t that great but you,” you point into his chest, “you are a true friend everyone should have at least once.”

“I was annoying as a kid.” he tried to deflect your words but it didn’t help.

“All kids are annoying. But you were probably the same sweet shy kid and I would have loved you for it like I do now.”

Luke had wondered the same, if, you two grew up together. Would things be different? Seeing and knowing you for longer than a few years. Luke didn't have to think too much before realizing he would have fallen for you inevitably.

You had cuddled closer to his torso if possible and started to close to your sleepy eyes.

“You should sleep,” he says

“Goodnight Lu”

“Night” he whispered softly

Once you fell asleep, he stayed in your bed a little bit longer. He thought of the nice words you said about him and thought of the possibility of you liking him back. He imagined at least 1% could have been possible. All he knew for sure, all that was admitted and shared that night would be forgotten on your part. He eventually left your place after leaving pills and water next to the gold necklace.

“I fell for you, hard.”

You woke up the next morning, almost afternoon, gulping the pills and water immediately. You noticed the dainty necklace and smile. You don’t remember exactly how you got it but you knew who gave it to you. You wore the necklace for the rest of days ahead.

A few days after your birthday you and Luke had plans to take a night ferry ride to see the city from the water. Another, belated, gift from Luke since you mentioned the idea a long time ago that you don’t remember bringing up.

You two ate dinner at your favorite spot and then headed out to the port.

“And I thought this was my last gift,” you fidgeted with the jewelry over your sweater.

He smiles at your recognition, “You never know, I might have another one after this one.”

“No more gifts please. I can’t compete when it’s your birthday.” you two shared a laugh as the ferry cruised by the city lights.

“As embarrassing it is, I don’t remember you gifting me this.” You motioned to your neck,

“I knew you wouldn’t remember. You were pretty gone by the end of the night.”

“Yeah I’m starting to regret that.” You leaned against the railing staring at the city

“How did you it was me who gifted you it?” He asked following your movements but not staring at the city view.

“Who else knows about my notebook obsession better than you?” You turned to face him, looking up at him even though he leaned down for you.

“Y/n.” his face drops into a serious one

“Luke.” you mimic his tone but with a smile

He breaks into a smile and laughs towards the water.

“You make me go crazy.” he says through a smile still looking ahead

“I didn’t do anything.” you laugh along at his demeanor

“Exactly.” his voice drops again

“I don’t get it.” you chuckle again but with uneasiness

“The night of your birthday. You said you would have loved younger me like you do now if we met then. What did you mean by that?” he turned to you this time.

“I said that?”

“Yes you did.”

“I guess I mean I would love you then like I love you now. You just said it yourself.” you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion leaving Luke frustrated.

“But what does that mean? When you say you love me now.”

“You don’t know what love means Lu? C’mon now.” you were deflecting in humor

“I know what love means. I want to know if we’re talking about the same type of love.”

“What type of love are you talking about then?” you asked in the same tone he had been using.

“The one where I gift you a necklace from your favorite movie. The one where I take the girl I’ve been in love with for years to see the city lights. The one where I would write you a letter everyday for a year.” he talked so fast it surprised you.

“You would write me a letter everyday?” is all you could get out.

“In a heartbeat. But I wouldn’t want it to come down to that because in the movie they breakup and that’s when Noah starts writing—“

He rambled off his reason but he was cut off when you pulled him in for a slow and soft kiss that quickly turned passionate. A loud a boat horn interrupts the moment and pulls you both away.

“Why didn’t I see this coming at all?” you asked yourself in his presence

“I don’t know. I thought I made it pretty obvious.” His comment would have made you laugh but you were still digesting that you kissed your best friend.

“I always thought that was you being you. The sweet Lu you always are.”

“I think you’re the only person who has ever seen that ‘sweet Lu’. You’re the only one who calls me sweetie pie.” he laughs as he rubs his neck.

“I mean that why I fell for you. How couldn’t I?”

“Right after we first met, I knew I was falling for you and falling hard.”

“I wish this happened sooner.” you said with teary smile.

He pulled you in and cradled your face, “I’m glad it happened at all.”

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #nhl imagine #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines #luke hughes x y/n

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Not a Hothead (Reader x Firelord Zuko)

Requested by anonymous for Hey hey! Can I request some Zuko (atla) headcanons (gn s/o, preferably).His usually quiet and peaceful s/o is having a bad day and needs to blow off steam, and then get cuddles from himUp to you if it takes place before or after he's Firelord Tysm in advance ♥️

Zuko tries not to complain so much about his duties as Firelord.

He's only just become an adult, but he's already facing the duties a much older ruler would have been trained for.

But he bears it all, because he has the responsibility, but also the privilege of helping form a better world.

And he has you by his side!

Although it's clear today that you are not in such a great mood.

He can practically sense the tension, noticing the way you pull your hands into the sleeves of your robes to conceal your clenched fists.

The gritting of your teeth

In between audiences with generals and representatives, he looks at you.

"Meet me in the private courtyard when we're free."

Your days aren't exactly stress-free, even as the consort of the Firelord. You need to help him with his work and, traditionally, keep the spiritual and physical wellbeing of the Royal Household all on the up-and-up.

Which means conducting traditional ceremonies with the Fire Sages, organizing the guard rotation for the palace, and working with officials in the Fire Nation capital to improve the lives of citizens.

And while you and Zuko definitely make time to spend with each other, restructuring an entire society that has spent the last one hundred years as the aggressors in a global war is certainly nowhere near a stress-free endeavor.

It's just a bad day today.

You're a little surprised at Zuko's words - he's not the greatest at being spontaneous.

But you still meet him in the private courtyard, and it's an interesting sign that he's shirtless.

You smirk. "So, am I going to be watching you train, like I did back when you were training Aang?"

Zuko suddenly looks surprised. "You watched that?"

You grin. "Oh, you think I fell for your sparkling personality?"

He laughs at the teasing before pointing to the training dummies he has set up. "Today, you're going to be training with me."

He blushes. "I just thought... well, nothing really helps me get rid of stress more than training, and then we could blow off steam, and..."

You chuckle. "And then we can take a bath and cuddle?"

He nods. "Sure. All night, if you want."

He takes you through some firebending martial art forms, which actually are surprisingly tough to learn, but feel really good when you start to get it right.

Zuko teaches you how to breathe properly, which really helps you feel so more energized and calm, even as you train.

Finally, after an hour or so of punches and breathing (which doesn't sound particularly fun, but Zuko actually does make it pretty fun to learn)

It helps to get out that aggression you had, and even more exciting is the promise of getting to take a bath and cuddle with him after.

After a beautiful luxurious bath with scented soaps and perfumed oils, you get to see Zuko in his loose robe and pants he wears for lounging around. He smiles as you lunge at him and tackle him onto a nest of cushions and bury your head in his chest to smell the clean scent of soap.

"I'm sorry I've been so out of it today." you whisper.

Zuko chuckles. "You do remember what I was like back during the war, right? Every day was a bad day. It's normal to feel stress, and... I want you to be able to count on me to help get you through it."

You give him a gentle kiss. "I love you, Zuko."

"I love you too."

#atla x male reader #zuko x male reader #zuko x reader #gender neutral reader #atla headcanons #headcanons

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flowerandblood · 9 months

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The Pearl and the Sapphire (2)

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, anxiety, angst ]

[ description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in modern times. The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Series moodboard: Aemond & Miss Baratheon

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Working on costumes for their family's show at Crystal EXPO was the only thing that kept her from sinking into her grief and sadness after Cregan told her he felt he wasn't ready for a serious relationship yet. Although they had been together officially for several months, he had apparently realised that he was still attracted to other women and didn't want to deny himself from adventures with them.

Cregan was a handsome, warm and open men, constantly making her laugh. She met him when he came to their house to pick up an order for his father's jewellery shop and stayed for dinner with them. They immediately caught a great connection, found each other on Facebook and frequently wrote to one another.

She experienced her first time with him.

He was affectionate and gentle, took his time and gave her a huge sense of comfort, for which she was grateful. Before he even entered her he brought her to orgasm with his tongue, wanting to make sure she was definitely well moistened, and then with slow, gentle movements he took her on her bed in her bedroom, kissing her face tenderly.

Cregan was always frank and direct; she felt safe with him. However, she could see that at some point something was off, that something was wrong. One day she plucked up the courage to finally ask him what was going on and that's when he told her.

"There is a woman in my work. There is chemistry between us, but I would never hurt you or humiliate you with betrayal. However, the way I feel when I look at her has made me realise that I don't think I'm suited to a relationship with one person." He said and covered his face with his hands, his voice breaking as if he was about to cry.

She felt a tightness in her throat and stomach as she looked at him, sitting next to him on the couch, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.

"I'm so sorry. I like and appreciate you so much, I'm so comfortable with you. But…but I think I'd rather end this before I hurt you, you deserve better. Forgive me." He said and broke into sobs.

She stroked his back, feeling strange with the fact that she was the one who had to comfort him. She swallowed with difficulty tears that ran down her face.

He begged her to remain friends, to keep writing to each other, to keep in touch, but she said she needed a break and that she understood him. That she was grateful to him for telling her before he did anything bad.

Still, she felt pain at the thought that she wasn't enough.

She wasn't enough for him to want only her.

She didn't show in front of him how badly she had broken down so as not to further deepen his remorse, however, as soon as he left she called Royce and started sobbing into the receiver. Royce had finished work at his father's workshop early to come to her and spent the night in her room, just sleeping next to her and stroking her head.

He couldn't put his feelings into words, but he was always there for her when she needed him.

When she suggested to her father that their show this year would be themed and that she would sew outfits in which they would present their jewellery pieces he was delighted and kissed her forehead, teasing her skin with his rough beard. Her sisters were also thrilled that they would be able to perform in beautiful costumes at such a prestigious festival tailor-made especially for them.

Thinking about the show, planning everything and sewing filled her days between college classes making her feel better and better.

Once every few days she would get a message from Cregan telling her about his day, each time announcing at the end that he hoped she was doing well and that he was thinking about her constantly. On the one hand, she was glad that he hadn't forgotten her; on the other hand, she found it even harder to understand why they had broken up in the first place.

Months flew through her fingers and she didn't even know when there was only a week left until the whole event. Everyone was excited and had gone there early to prepare their stand. Royce poked her on the shoulder as they arranged the ruby necklaces made by their father on display.

"Have some fun. Pick out some rich snob and spend a nice time with him." He said, and she looked at him with pity.

"I don't think that would make me feel any better." She said amused, a wide smile on her face.

If it had only been about the adventure, breaking up with Cregan wouldn't have hurt her so much.

Before the show itself, she began to feel stressed. She and her sister looked beautiful, on the backstage she was still tweaking their hairstyles and tightening their gowns to make them look their best. Cassandra looked at herself in the mirror, turning with satisfaction.

"Great job, sister. I look like Marie Antoinette!"

Filled with euphoria and adrenaline, she remembered little of it when she and Royce stepped out into the middle, the lights directed at them so that she couldn't see the faces of those sitting around her. Her older brother's presence and smile gave her courage, she just looked at him to avoid distraction.

They knew the dance routines by heart and both had an excellent sense of rhythm, so dancing with him was a pleasure. She was frightened when she turned around during one of the moves and a blue glow flashed before her eyes.

What was that?

She turned again, falling into Royce's embrace, and they continued on for a while until finally the music ended and they moved into their final position. There was thunderous applause all around them. Royce took her hand and pressed it to his lips, placing a respectful kiss on her skin.

"I think you sold us perfectly, sister." He said amused, and she laughed lightly at his words, stepping closer to the audience with him to bow.

"We'll see about that yet, I'm curious…" She said and froze, seeing out of the corner of her eye a men looking at her with a look as if he wanted to kill her, in his left eye socket a large, sparkling sapphire.

Who is this?

She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to do, and blinked, reminding herself that she'd broken off in the middle of a sentence.

"…I'm curious if our father liked it." She said smiling again, bowing along with him, her brother's only response was 'I'm sure he did.'

She breathed a sigh of relief afterwards, when they returned backstage her sisters hugged her saying that it was a great experience and that they should do something similar next year.

She was glad that although they didn't always agree, this time she had the support of her whole family. Her father approached her in tears of emotion, saying that his works of art had never looked more beautiful and the audience was delighted.

For the first time since her split with Cregan, she felt happiness and warmth filling her body.

She and Royce decided to stay in their costumes at the banquet, wanting to draw attention to their father and their products. Borros thought this was an excellent idea and they entered the hall as a trio.

Indeed, they were surrounded by various celebrities congratulating them on their idea and workmanship, asking who was responsible for their attires and expressing admiration when her father boasted that his own daughter had sewn them.

"This is my greatest jewel." He said curtly. She felt embarrassed and looked away, feeling her cheeks burning.

She cast a glance around the hall and spotted from afar the man who had been watching her so demonically during her dance. He was looking at her again, but in the lamplight he looked less dark than she had originally thought.

He was tall, his light hair slicked back, dressed in a black turtleneck, jacket and trousers that perfectly emphasised how well built he was. His artificial sapphire eye sparkled, his scar stretching across the entire left half of his face aroused her curiosity.

She thought he was very brave and clever creating an asset out of his wound and smiled in his direction, wanting to show him that his appearance did not scare her at all.

She saw him tighten his lips and avert his gaze immediately, taking a greedy sip of alcohol from his glass, a mature woman in a long, tight gold dress was saying something to him, but he did not seem to be listening to her.

She wondered if they were together, but the age difference between them was striking.

Perhaps it was his mother?

When she finally pulled off all the layers of her gown in the evening and changed into a Tshirt she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lighter. She got lots of messages on Instagram from people who found her after the show.

Once she had written them back she remembered the man she had seen during the dance and his disturbing fake sapphire eye. She asked her father at dinner if he knew who he was, and when he found out it was someone without an eye he said it was definitely Viserys Targaryen's son.

She knew that her father had turned down an offer from his grandfather to be their exclusive supplier. Her father, however, did not want to hear about it.

"They want to lock us in their golden cage, fill us with their paperwork and make us dependent. I'd rather be independent and pay more for the stones than let them put a collar on me." He told them then furiously, and none of them had the courage to contradict him.

She involuntarily typed the name 'Targaryen' into a google search to read a little more.

She knew that Viserys Targaryen was his father and one of the main directors of the company, but who was Aemond? She clicked on that suggestion and immediately knew she had hit on it. The first thing that popped up was a newspaper article, so she opened it right away.

She felt an unpleasant tightness in her stomach reading it all. She thought that if she read such things about herself in newspapers she would be horrified and heartbroken. The realisation that their own employees were reporting them to the press to make a bit of money on the side seemed horrible to her, let alone trying to maintain any privacy.

She thought she was not surprised to see no satisfaction or joy on his face, as he had no reason to be happy. He looked as if he was prepared to take a hit from either side, but only now did she understand why.

She thought she felt sorry for him.

The title 'One-eyed heir to a fortune' seemed cruel and mocking to her, as if the absence of his eye was the only thing that defined him as a man. She remembered the sapphire he wore and felt a kind of pride in the fact that he had turned his weakness into strength.

She thought she would like to get to know him.

To see what kind of man he was.

The opportunity came the next day. She was just choosing her tea at breakfast when she heard someone stand down beside her and place his cup under the coffee machine. She glanced involuntarily to the side and saw that Aemond Targaryen in the flesh was again looking at her as if he wanted to murder her. Her lips twitched in amusement, a smile appeared on her face.

"Good morning." She said softly, curious to see if he would answer her, dropping a bag of Earl Grey into her mug.

"Good morning." He replied after a moment, lowly, languidly, with some kind of tension, pressing the button for a double espresso in a reluctant manner, the machine rattled and liquid began to pour out of it.

She pressed her lips together, not knowing if she should say something or if he felt like talking. She poured two teaspoons of sugar into her cup, waiting for his machine to free up so she could pour herself some water, and glanced at him again.

She swallowed loudly when she saw that his gaze had moved from her mug to her face again, looking at her as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

She lowered her head, tightening her lips, not wanting to offend him, amused that for some reason she had apparently also piqued his interest, which he had been unable to verbally articulate in any way.

She saw that at her gesture he tensed all over and with a swift movement grabbed his cup, apparently wanting to leave. Her heart pounded harder and she looked behind him.

"Your sapphire eye. It's beautiful." She said, and only when it came out of her mouth did she realise how pathetic it sounded.

She wanted to use it to say how much she appreciated his bravery, but it sounded like she, like everyone else, was only paying attention to that one thing about his whole person.

She felt ashamed.

She placed her cup under the vending machine he was using, stepping closer, feeling her heart pounding hard. He didn't walk away, he stood looking at her, his gaze almost burning her.

"Who made these for you?" She added, pressing the button that caused hot water to start pouring into her mug. He was silent for a moment, but didn't move from his place.

"The Hightowers." He replied coolly and she looked at him again, his gaze full of tension, dark and indifferent, there was a vast, black void. She swallowed loudly at the thought, lowering her gaze and nodded.

"The jewellery you were wearing at the show. Will it be possible to see it up close?" He asked uncertainly, with difficulty, and she looked at him surprised, not expecting him to say anything else.

"Yes, of course. At our stand, they will be on display along with other works of my father and brother worn yesterday by me and my sisters." She said softly, and he furrowed his brow, as if something she said had puzzled him.

They both flinched and moved away with their mugs when a man apparently also wanting to make himself a coffee stopped behind them.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, his gaze still fixed on her, piercing and disturbing, making her shiver.

Why was he looking at her like that?

"See you later." She said lightly, and he merely nodded.

She moved towards the table where her family were sitting, feeling that her legs were as soft as cotton wool, her heart pounding in her chest like mad, her cheeks were all red from the effort that this exchange of words had turned out to be for her.

She glanced from the corner of her eye at the table where he was sitting, saw that he had said something to the woman sitting opposite him, the same one she had taken for his mother, his expression one of displeasure.

They were arguing about something.

She shuddered when she saw him get up suddenly and move to the exit, leaving the woman alone. She swallowed loudly when the woman turned her gaze on her, as if accusing her of something, and then took her things and left as well. She lowered her gaze to her tea and began to think hard.

What if they weren't family or co-workers?

She felt a squeeze in her heart at the thought of Cregan. She involuntarily grabbed her phone lying on the table and unlocked it only to see two new messages from him.

She pressed her lips together, feeling the pain, not knowing what to do. She knew that he wanted to continue their friendship, that in his own way he still loved her, but she felt tears under her eyelids.

She thought maybe it would have been better if he had left her alone, instead of tearing her wound over and over again whenever she thought it had had time to heal. She swallowed quietly and wrote him back quickly.

She locked and muted her phone, then set it aside so that she wasn't looking at the display. Royce looked at her anxiously, but didn't want to broach the subject in front of his father.

After they broke up Cregan was his number one enemy.

She managed to distract herself from her gloomy thoughts when they started working on the stand, they were attracting more interest than ever. Their show had been a huge success and she felt a burst of pride.

They had several ancillary rooms with illuminated tables. On one of them she laid out the jewellery she had worn the day before and other items in which sapphires had been used, to show them to Targaryen when he arrived, as promised.

After a couple of hours, when she had just finished talking to a customer, Royce approached her and grunted, a clear embarrassment on his face.

"Listen… young Targaryen wanted to talk to our father, but he said he didn't want to see him. He came with his grandfather. I don't know what to tell them, they just came here. Will you talk to him somehow? You have a talent for diplomatic refusal." He said, scratching his chin, and she laughed under her breath.

"I'll listen to what he has to say and then politely refuse him. If he say anything interesting, I'll pass it on to my father myself, maybe then he'll take it better." She said lightly and her brother nodded, patting her on the back and said he would replace her.

She stepped out from behind the counter and that's when she spotted him, standing in front of one of their shop windows, watching her vigilantly from the side.

"Come with me." She said softly and heard him move behind her with an unhurried step.

She led him into the dark room she had prepared for him earlier and made him realise that whatever he had to say to her father, he would have to pass it on to her first.

He looked at her from across the room like a predator, frowning his eyebrows, clearly not expecting this turn of events. She could see that he was thinking about something strenuously, saw his tongue involuntarily hit the inside wall of his cheek.

"We'll talk on my terms." He said coolly, and she tensed all over feeling that he was not happy with what he had just heard. She thought he was going to tell her that he wouldn't talk about business and such big contracts with a child.

"Tonight at 7 p.m. You, me, wine and a hotel restaurant."

She felt her lips part involuntarily, her heart stopping for a moment. She blinked, wanting to see something in his face that would tell her he was joking.

What?

She swallowed loudly feeling that she hadn't answered for too long, his gaze grew darker, he turned his face to the side, tightening his lips, impatient.

"I… yes, of course." She choked out finally, not knowing what else she could say. He looked at her again then.

"Mmm." It came out of his throat like a murmur, his lips curving for a second into what she could call a smirk of satisfaction. He turned and left without saying goodbye, closing the door behind him.

She was tired and sleepy after a full day on the stand; however, she also felt a strong rush of adrenaline at the thought that she was about to meet him. She opened the wardrobe in her hotel room, scratching her head, wondering strenuously what she should wear.

This wasn't a date, was it?

It was official meeting, but she wasn't prepared for such an occasion.

In the end her choice was a black suede fitted knee-length dress with a white collar and long sleeves, deciding it was the most elegant thing she had.

She decided to leave the blue ribbon in her hair, not wanting to look like she was going to a funeral, and took her pastel blue clutch bag with her, throwing her phone into it, not looking from the morning to see if she had received any messages.

She was afraid to look in there.

She walked down the stairs to the ground floor, heading for the hotel restaurant. She had no idea why but felt her legs shaking with stress. She turned up five minutes early and was pleased to find that he wasn't late either.

He was sitting at a two-person table arranged at the very end of the room, gazing out the window, his hand outstretched on the table moving restlessly. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, black Tshirt and black trousers.

She felt ashamed that she had dressed like a girl for the end of the school year, but it was too late to go back to change into something more lightweight. When she stopped in front of him he flinched suddenly and looked at her as if frightened. He stood up and they both looked at each other uncertainly, not knowing how they should greet each other.

She thought that she certainly couldn't embrace him, however, as a woman, she had to offer something else. She held out her hand to him and he swallowed loudly before shaking it, his hand was large and warm. She sat down opposite him, putting her clutch bag aside, smiling at him, trying to hide how stressed she was. She saw his gaze escape to the side, raised his hand and nodded towards the waiter.

After a moment a young men, not much older than her, approached them asking what they wanted to order. She was silent for a moment and then saw that Targaryen was looking at her expectantly, clearly wanting to hear what she wanted to drink. She leaned quickly over the card and glanced at him uncertainly.

"Red semi-sweet wine?" She asked more than stated, and he nodded.

"We'll have the whole bottle, please." He added, and she swallowed loudly, wondering how long this conversation was going to be and why.

Was he trying to tire her out and muddle her so that she would eventually succumb and accept his terms on behalf of her father?

She twisted uneasily in her seat at the thought, sensing that he was watching her closely and feeling like he could see her cheeks burning.

"Why did your father refuse to speak to me in person?" He asked abruptly. She looked up at him and grunted quietly, rubbing her palms against her knees in an attempt to calm herself.

She had no intention of lying to him.

"My father doesn't want to tie himself to you for a monopoly on supplies. He wants a free hand in this." She said, looking bravely into his face. His gaze was so intense that she felt a tightening in her pit. He tapped his finger on the table top involuntarily, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's a condition for such good prices. We can change them, but then the prices will also go up." He said coolly, and she pressed her lips together.

"That's why in his opinion it doesn't make sense. Why should he engage with you if at the end of the day you will offer him the same prices as the others, and you will be more demanding and restrict him more?" She asked and shuddered as the waiter placed a glass in front of her and then in front of him.

She fell silent as she waited patiently for the boy to pour them some wine and smiled as she saw his hands tremble, she thought he had worked here for a short time. She shuddered and moved away when a few drops fell on the tablecloth right next to her clutch bag, Targaryen gave him a warning look.

"I'm very, very sorry." The boy said, and she and he reached for a napkin, but she was quicker and applied it quickly to the stain, looking at him with a smile.

"Nothing happened, thank you very much." She said softly. He nodded and apologised a few more times before walking away, taking the dirty handkerchief from her.

She glanced at her companion, he was sitting leaning casually against the back of the chair watching her closely with the same gaze she had seen on their show.

"What do you mean by 'restricted'?" He alluded to her earlier statement as if something about it frustrated him. She swallowed loudly at the thought, wondering how to explain it to him so as not to offend him.

"My father values freedom of action. Also the choice of materials to work with. He now works with who he wants and decides for himself what is best for him. He fears that your company, with lawyers deliberating over every comma in the contract, will arrange it so as to influence his decisions as much as possible." She said finally, saw that he furrowed his brow at her words.

"You think we're going to try to trick your father?" He asked with a note of irritation, and she threw him an impatient look.

"Can I trust you?" She asked suddenly and saw that he froze, his lips slightly parted. He clenched his jaw and began to play with his fingers extended on the armrest.

Silence.

"What do you mean?" He asked cautiously, she could feel her heart pounding. She sighed quietly, not taking her eyes off him.

"I mean exactly what I asked. Can I trust you?" She repeated, looking at him pleadingly, simply wanting to hear that he meant well and understood what she was saying. His lips twitched impassively.

"No."

She looked at him and blinked rapidly, unable to believe he had said that.

No?

So what was the point of this conversation?

"You can't trust me, just as I can't trust you. You will protect your father's interests and I will protect mine. There is no friendship in business or holding hands in the sunset light." He said dryly and lowly, looking at her as if he thought she was out of her mind.

She furrowed her brow, feeling humiliation spread across her face, felt a burning sensation under her eyelids, but did not allow herself to show anything more.

"I didn't know that to trust someone you had to be able to be friends and hold hands. I thought it was enough to be a decent human being." She said in pain and for the first time she saw something twitch in his face, as if an electric current had passed through him, his hand clenched into a fist.

She reached for her glass and took a deep sip from it, feeling the dryness in her throat, her heart pounding like mad. She saw him turn his face away, running his hand over his chin, impatient, apparently trying to calm himself down internally. He, too, took his glass and took a deep sip from it, setting it down with a loud clink of glass.

"I'm not a decent person." He said finally, and she felt a tightening in her throat, as if he had slapped her.

Why did she feel around him like she did around Cregan when he broke up with her?

"Nevertheless, I have with me the terms and conditions of our company written down on paper, without paragraphs written in small print. You can look them over and determine whether you want to pass them on to your father or not." He said a little softer, biting his lower lip.

"We can't be together, I'm not ready, I want to have some fun. But we can be friends, I want to know what's going on with you, I miss you."

She felt tears running down her cheeks in embarrassment, her lower lip trembling involuntarily at the same feeling of humiliation.

She saw his healthy eye widen in shock, his lips parted. He swallowed loudly, looking at her in disbelief, and wanted to say something clearly, but they both flinched when her phone began to vibrate in her clutch bag.

She wiped her cheeks quickly, wondering what she had actually been doing, and with a trembling hand opened her purse, thinking it was her father or Royce looking for her. She felt a tightening in her stomach and turned pale when she saw that she had four new messages from Cregan and three missed calls from him, including one incoming.

The phone vibrated in her hand and she didn't know what to do, so she dismissed the call, slipping it quickly back into her bag. Targaryen looked at her as if he thought she was about to faint.

"… Are you all right?" He choked out finally, clearly horrified by her condition.

"No." She mumbled at the same time bursting out laughing, making an essentially pathetic mixture of it, grabbing the bottle standing next to her and pouring herself a full glass of wine, struggling to hold back the tears that were once again pushing their way into her eyes.

She drew in a loud breath and took a large sip, setting the glass down, looking at her hands, trying to calm herself.

She saw that he moved uncomfortably in his seat, swallowing loudly, his fingers rubbing together quickly in a sign of his anxiety. She looked at him surprised when, after a long moment, he suddenly leaned forward, took a bottle of wine from her side of the table and poured himself a full glass, as did she.

For a while they sat and drank in silence.

She felt embarrassment at the thought that she had taken it out on him for what Cregan was doing to her.

Whoever Aemond Targaryen was at least he did not lie and tried to be honest when she accused him of false intentions towards her father.

He had said nothing for which she had any right to condemn him.

She swallowed quietly at the thought and looked at him.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for your honesty. Can I have these documents?" She asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

He looked at her for a moment surprised, then nodded and reached for the folder lying next to him on the windowsill. He leaned towards her handing it to her.

She took it from him and saw that he had placed his elbows on the table, remained bent over, being closer to her. She smelled the scent of his perfume and aftershave, a pleasant, intense, masculine smell that made her head spin.

"Go over it calmly. You don't have to rush. My grandfather really cares about this and is willing to wait and read your version of the agreement if you want to present us with one." He said in a slightly softer, calmer tone, and she smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

"All right. Thank you." She said and squeezed her eyes shut as she heard her phone vibrate again.

She took it out and turned the sound off, putting it back in her purse. She saw that he was looking in that direction, involuntarily running his tongue over his lower lip.

"Someone doesn't understand the word 'no'?" He asked suddenly, and she looked at him surprised, not expecting him to dare ask anything private.

She could see that he too was surprised that the question had escaped his throat and swallowed loudly, waiting to see if she would answer him.

She lowered her gaze, embarrassed, not knowing how she would explain her situation without going into detail.

"In a way." She said finally, grabbing for her glass again, feeling that at the moment the one thing that could calm her down was alcohol.

"Mmm." Came out of his throat, he lowered his gaze for a moment, as if thoughtful. He reached for his glass and also took a sip of wine from it.

"Let's move to my room." He said suddenly, throwing her an intense, anxious look, and she felt a shiver pass through her.

Not a proposal, not a question.

A statement.

What was he planning?

She swallowed loudly.

What if he did something to her?

What if he hurt her?

It seemed to her that he saw all these questions on her face, because he pressed his lips together, playing with his glass in his hand.

"We can think together about what to answer to a man who won't let you alone." He suggested, lifting his gaze to her again, a challenge in his eye.

She swallowed loudly, playing nervously with her fingers resting in her lap, her heart pounding hard like crazy, the alcohol slowly humming in her head.

Have some fun, she heard her brother's voice in her head.

"All right."

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sashi-ya · 7 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 28: FLESHLIGHT adult! Ichigo x F! Reader x adult! Uryu

requested by: anon ➡ would you write a fic for day 28 with Uryu and Ichigo and a afab! reader? thanks! wc: mdni. ichigo and uryu are adults. threesome. using reader as "a fleshlight". DP. some homoerotic action, but very subtle (you can think what you want), oral, creampie implied. wc: 1,7k masterlist.

Drunk, but not with alcohol. Lovers, haters… enemies, brothers.

The gathering had concluded. Their friends have taken their leaves. And the last one to abandon Ichigo’s house, was, of course, Uryu.

The tangerine haired young man plays on his bed, with some particular gaming console. He bounces his right foot, as he do… unaware of the blue haze that’s about to struck him.

“Kurosaki!” he screams, snatching his Switch from his hands. Ishida, a young soon to become doctor, forces Ichigo to stand up all of a sudden from his bed.

“What the fuck? Give it back, it’s not mine!” Ichigo protests, trying to reach for the console.

Uryu puts it down the desk as well as his glasses, and immediately after pounces on his friend.

“I told you once and a thousand times to stop flirting with (Name). I fucking hate you” Uryu grunts, trying to hit his friend but getting his fists stopped by Ichigo’s quick reaction.

As the ginger boy holds the onyx haired one’s wrists, he tries to understand what was exactly happening.

Uryu seems to have tears on his eyes. After all that happened, after the emotional spiral that they both had to face when younger, this felt to the Quincy like the worst of treacheries.

“Stop. STOP ISHIDA. I haven’t been flirting with her! I am not into (Name), why are you- STOP!” Ichigo tries to inject some reason into Uryu’s mind -even if he lies-. But the Quincy looks now more like a rabid cat than a man.

“I am tired of your shit… I am- why? Why would you… I saw you hugging her, I saw her sitting on your lap tonight…” Uryu mumbles, finally falling over his friend chest. He has ran out of strength, and the depression wins against confrontation.

Ichigo sighs. He, for sure, didn’t realize how bad his actions could hurt his friend. He proceeds to place his hand on Uryu’s not so wide back and lets him calm down with the safe embrace of someone he used to hate but loves as a brother.

“It wasn’t at all my intention. I’m sorry” Ichigo whispers.

Uryu clenching to his friend’s white shirt, stays carving his nose into Ichigo’s chest.

“I know…” he murmurs, almost like a little kid.

“Ichigo I think I forgot my – oh-“ you stop yourself right by the entrance of the substitute Shinigami’s door.

Truth is, you weren’t expecting to interrupt such an intimate moment. But it certainly startled you… while it was expected for them to love each other like brothers, sharing a bed in such conditions caught you by surprise.

Immediately after, they both separate and start stuttering to explain you something. You, on your side, don’t really need much explanation… though it was a little disappointing in a way that they were together; after all, you were actually struggling because you seem to like both.

“It’s ok guys! I am not telling anyone unless you say so! I am happy for you two. I think I forgot my Nintendo switch in here, but I will text you tomorrow!” you quickly say, trying to go away as soon as possible… as much as you liked both, and the scenario represented a pleasant homoerotic imagery, you weren’t invited to their “after party”

Ichigo pushes Ishida to the side, and fast enough stops you from walking. His strong hand around your wrist, makes you internally shiver.

“Listen, you are getting it all wrong! We weren’t doing that. We were just fighting!” he tries to explain, a little too desperate for you to believe in him.

You look at him, up and down. Ichigo looks visibly troubled, his breathing accelerated, and his hand clenching to you intensifies.

Soon, he is not the only one trying to stop you from leaving… and maybe, also trying to move Ichigo away.

“(Name)! I am not into men! Much less Kurosaki… I… In fact, I…” Uryu stutters and closes his beautiful deep blue eyes for some seconds before continuing. “In fact, I am into you. I want you. We were having a discussion because of you!”

Ichigo and you widen your eyes; despite his friend knowing, it was still a big deal for Ishida to finally confess in such way.

You take some time to even react, however your eyes fix into his with shining stars.

“Uryu I… I…” you try to think for the right words; you like him, but you like Ichigo as well… and he hasn’t let you go, either.

All of a sudden, the sweet voice of Ichigo breaks the silence. While being pulled to your left by Ishida, you are being pulled by him to the right.

“(Name), I like you too!” he confesses. Leaving you all doubly perplexed. “Chose one of us, the other will back up”

Ishida, who instantly realizes he wasn’t wrong, decides to focus on you before attacking Ichigo for lying to him. While Ichigo, looks away with a slight blush on his cheeks you haven’t seen before.

A wild idea comes to your mind… why choosing, if you can have both?

“I won’t chose” you speak. They both look at you defeated. “Share me” you purr. They both let your wrists go. “I want to be used by both of you” you finish.

And with no mediation, you are surrounded by two needy creatures; both driven by desire. Apparently lust can help the differences set in between two men in a blink of an eye.

You receive kisses on each side of your neck, their playful noses inhaling the scent of your skin and sometimes their fingers even meeting as they slide on your belly.

Slowly, but surely, your clothes end up on the floor and in between kissing, biting, and moaning you fall into Ichigo’s bed.

The Quincy(ies) and Shinigami gloat to see your legs falling a little spread, your arms behind to help your back remain a little erect and the bouncing of your breasts.

“I am going first” Ichigo grunts. “No fucking way, I am going first” Uryu growls. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted for you to share me while you use me?” you moan, spreading your legs wide open to flash them with the very tempting entrance to heaven.

Ichigo and Uryu look each other, and run to you with no hesitation. Both jumped in the bed, with Ishida in between your legs and Ichigo kneeling right next to your face.

While the dark haired one fingers your entrance and uses his tongue to trace circles around your clit, you choke with the dripping merciless sex of Ichigo.

“Use her like a fleshlight” Ichigo claims in between panting, as his dick reached the back of your throat, and you gag.

Ishida stops, leaving his lips posed on your femineity as he looks at Ichigo with eyes on fire. He is probably questioning Ichigo for those words, that indeed don’t sound like him at all.

You stop the oral delight, and with lips still shiny from Ichigo’s precum you moan; “Please… let me be your fleshlight, Ishida-kun ~”

Uryu closes his eyes and sighs loudly; his breathe cools the juices of your cunt and you squirm. He then proceeds to stand up and opens his shirt, while his pants fall to the ground and are sent flying to the other side of Ichigo’s room.

The Quincy looks at you, with his dick in his hand. You are so glad to finally discover what’s beneath that particular clothes of his. His delicate hand lifts his shirt just above his belly, exposing soft marked abs over pale skin.

He then, as he kneels back in between your legs, wipes the little drops of sweat on his forehead moving his black bangs to the side.

“A fleshlight you said? Like a piece of silicone? Is that what you wanna be for me, (Name)?” he asks, serious than ever, with trembling lips of desire and want.

“Ye-yes, like your beautiful little doll to fuck, Ishida-kun” you purr, and feel how Ichigo’s fingers bury, pinching your cheeks.

“God, (Name)… how can you be that much of a slut?” he asks, pumping his dick, with the veins of his hand protruding visibly.

You smirk at him, with puppy eyes and sticking your tongue out. You are ready to receive his load on it, as well as Ishida’s sex penetrating you really good.

And it’s actually even better than what you were expecting; Ishida’s hands slide down your waist to the small of your back to lift your hips up. You can feel his hardness entering you, stretching your walls, going deeper the more he bucks your hips up… because he knows exactly how to make you moan.

“Ah… fuck…” you swear, as cumming has became an imminent happening. “Are you cuming, mh? Are Ishida’s thrusts that good, baby?” Ichigo asks, on the verge of bathing you with his seed. “Bet both dicks inside of you will feel amazing, mh?”

You turn your eyes white, imagining to be double penetrated by them had to be the last push for you to jump into the abyss of climax.

You feel the warmth blessing of the Strawberry Shinigami on your mouth, overflowing the limits of your lips and running through your cheeks, neck, chest, breasts.

You taste the salty product, and even choke with it. Uryu’s rams are violent, so improper, so out of character of what he might look like he could do… they are literally merciless; he is using your cunt as a real fleshlight.

You tremble, every muscle in your body spasms, and orgasm hits you like never before. You grip to the sheets, but regardless you cuming, Uryu keeps fucking you.

“Ishida, lay back, let’s fuck her together” Ichigo suggests -orders-; Uryu obeys, fighting on the verge of climax won’t do for him.

As his back hit the bed, Ichigo manages to crawl behind you and lifts you up from your arms. You, still cumming, almost losing conscious from overstimulation are now on top of Uryu -whose hips haven’t stopped fucking you yet-

“Now, bend a little over him (Name)” Ichigo helps you, while your arms have reached his nape from behind.

A single hand is enough for him to guide his dick inside you, shamelessly grazing his friend’s.

“Kurosaki…” Uryu grunts, staying still just enough for his shinigami friend to fit inside.

“Ishida- not now” he grunts, moving you back to the previous position. Both, inside of you, now feels like exploding your overstimulated womb. A womb asking to be blessed by more than one race…

“Guys… please, don’t stop ~” “No worries, (Name)… you are just like our favourite toy”

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captain039 · 8 months

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PART 2 Intertwined with a mortal

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

Bridgerton x Astarion 👍🏻

Warnings: Olden times, swearing, age gap, tension, slow burn, vampire Mates, vampire things, angst, sexual, harassment, bigger reader, fat shaming, 18+, angst, Astarions trauma, anxiety, depression, learning to touch and love, big dislike for children lmao, AOB, artist reader, manipulation

Previous part <-

After your first party of the season you were not looking forward to the next one, no lady would run away from a gentlemen, and your fathers hope was denied when nobody showed up to your door. By lunch time you sat idly on the couch hating the hopefulness in your mothers eyes before a knock came. You frowned as your mother suit up excited and went to the door. You stood by the dining room door listening in.

“Flowers?” She asked a smile on her tone. Flower? From who? Your mother came in with a big bouquet and a letter attached. You glanced over each flower deciphering their meaning. White Camellias meaning adorable, white clovers meaning think of me, some daisys representing innocence, pieces of red Salvia stood out too meaning forever mine with a few others in the midst. You glanced to the note seeing it sighed A.A. with nothing else, who was A.A.

“Who’s A.A?” You asked.

“Only one I know is the Duke Astarion Ancunin” your father said and you froze.

“Why the hell did he send flowers?!” You raised your voice shocking everyone in the room.

“Language dear, goodness” your mother said.

“Adorable innocences? Mine forever?” You said the flowers meaning.

“Darling please calm down” your mother said as you huffed.

“That ‘duke’ only wants me to warm his bed for a brief time” you scoffed your mothers face going to pure shock horror as your father stifled a laugh before your mother snapped your full name.

“Be appreciative of the gift! You didn’t get any other suitors knocking!” She yelled and the words hurt. You flinched before she realised and went to speak, but you rushed to your room with tears. You clenched your fists cursing softly as you sat down in your window and stared out. You huffed loudly hands white knuckled, you didn’t care, you’d become the most undesirable this season, then maybe you could die alone in the woods.

The next party had arrived and people were whispering when you walked in with your mother, your father staying behind. You hated it, your mother tried to force you into conversation, but failed before you saw Jen approach you.

“Praise Selune I thought you wouldn’t come back” she said and you smiled a little bitterly.

“What happened?” She spoke in a hushed tone as you gave her a look.

“Ok, shall we get a drink?” She asked and you nodded following her to the drinking table. You stood in the corner with Jen while sipping your lemonade, she talked about her husband who was still away while you just prayed the duke wouldn’t show up. You heard a rather loud happy noise and looked to your left seeing Karlach.

“Oh my precious girl!” She said grinning as she hugged you.

“Oh-“ you chuckled as the woman embraced you.

“Gods it’s been an age, how are you?” She gushed her dark red dress matching her.

“I’m alright Lady Karlach” you smiled.

“Gods don’t call me lady it makes me feel old” she rolled her eyes and you and Jen laughed.

“So give me the goss, what happened first party?” She asked standing by you and you tensed.

“That bad hey?” She said not looking at you as she sipped her champagne.

“Honestly Karlach” Jen huffed as the woman finally looked at you.

“Oh, it was bad, what happened?” She asked looking to you.

“A dance with a duke” Jen said as you stayed quiet.

“A duke! Oh go you!” Karlach gushed and you grimaced.

“Not so go you, what happened?” She asked frowning slightly.

“I ran off” you said and her eyes went wide.

“Whatever for, wait who was it?” She said scanning the dukes present.

“Wasn’t him was it?” She said pointing subtly to the older Duke Ravengard.

“Heavens no” you said and she chuckled.

“The younger one?” She asked.

“Duke Wyll is a respectable young man!” You huffed at her.

“Of course” she grinned making you roll your eyes.

“It was a certain high elf” Jen said and you jabbed her side making her smirk.

“Oh my gods, Duke Ancunin?!” Karlach said and you shushed her.

“Nobody’s seen him for years!” She said and you groaned.

“No wonder he came back” Karlach winked at you and you flushed.

“What happened, tell mumma Karlach I know people” she said and you laughed.

“He was just-“ before you could finish your body went stiff and you looked to the door, the Duke Ancunin stood there having just arrived. Your eyes met again, the same look from last time a small smirk gracing his lips as he stared at you through his eyelashes before he was talked away.

“Wow” Karlach said and you snapped out of your trance.

“Kill me” you whispered.

“That was some intense eye contact” she breathed a chuckle and you groaned quietly.

“He sent me flowers, Adorable innocences, forever mine they meant” you muttered.

“That’s a statement” Karlach said and Jen hummed.

“Oh the dancings starting soon” Karlach got excited as the music changed.

“Gods I may throw up” you said praying nobody would ask you for a dance.

“Milady” you groaned internally as Duke Ancunin was suddenly by your side.

“Duke Ancunin” you said gulping slightly hoping you could throw Karlach at him instead.

“May I have this dance?” He asked and you glared at Karlach as she pushed you forward gently.

“Of course” you kept polite as you took his hand and headed to the dance floor, a more country style dance music playing. As you began to dance you smelt his scent from the previous party, same coldness, you wondered why. You were less shaky than last time and your movements seemed to glide against his.

“You’re dancing beautifully my dear” he said as you came close to him.

“Thank you Duke Ancunin” you said with a small nod.

“I’m afraid you must forgive my previous behaviour, I hadn’t meant to scare you off” he said and you frowned.

“You are simply exquisite” he complimented and you flushed a bit, but for some reason his words didn’t stick. You were anything but that, a few too many late night cakes in your flesh, you held no soft complexion, your eyes often had dark circles under them, your hair was often a mess. Dressed up like this wasn’t you at all, you’d rather be in your room, paint over your hands, hair up in a bun, some pants on and no tight slippers. You looked to his face his smile too perfect compared to the other men who smiled at their partners. You continued to dance ignoring his words hoping he would stop talking as you just let yourself go a bit in the music. Apparently the duke needed to make a scene, you spread around as he spun you, moving people out the way as he brought you back and bent you down by the waist. You saw your mother smiling upside down before you were pulled back up, hand resting on his chest. You were in some sort of daze as you looked up to him before you gulped a bit realising you’d pushed the others off the dance floor and it was just the two of you. People began to whisper and others clapped and you felt your heart pound.

“Excuse me my duke, Thank you” you gave a quick curtesy before subtly running away as the next song began and someone swooped in your place to dance with the duke. You rushed up the stairs and panted as you held a hand over your chest and leant against the wall. You groaned quietly trying to calm your heart as you felt a tug back to the duke.

The duke barely had any reaction time as you left quickly up the stairs. Your heart pounding echoing in his ears. You’d run away again.

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#astarion x reader #duke astarion #ascended astarion #x reader #aob #au #Bridgerton inspired #Shadowheart #Karlach

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dazed--xx · 10 months

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SKZ reaction: S/O has childhood trauma (maknae line)

⚠️T/W⚠️: mentions of racism, sexual assault, serial killer, domestic violence, kidnapping, wanting to vomit. Blood mentions.

A/N: so this is really…uh dark lol 😂 my mind just ran away with Jeongins and it is not based on true events okay. Jeong Nam-gyu was a terrible person and I hope he’s rotting in hell. I hope his victims families have found peace. It was a little hard trying to come up with ways for Y/N to tell them so that was fun lol but requests are still open for all groups guys

Hyung line

Jisung: racism

“Babe look it’s a Dahlia!” Jisung exclaims excitedly. You light up at his excitement gripping his hand slightly as he pulled you toward the small bush. “It’s so pretty!” You exclaim, pointing excitedly at the small arch the trees made as you wondered the garden. You were excited to show your boyfriend your hometown as his tour coincided with your trip back to your small hometown. Your heart raced as you and Jisung continued to playfully chase each other through the small path. You notice a small group of guys further down the path you swallow nothing as you try to brush off the small bad feeling that bubbled in your gut. You can see the snickers they gave each other, their eyes sitting directly on you and your boyfriend as you pass them. You’re about to let out a sigh of relief before you hear a false cough with the person that did it doing the stereotypical song for an Asian person. You feel Jisung freeze; his eyebrows sit scrunched together before he shakes his head and slowly begins walking beside you. You couldn’t help but looking back at the boys who you now see stretching their eyes whilst pointing and laughing at you and Jisung.

You turn back to Jisung who’s eyes sat the on the group of guys, his jaw clenched his hand balling into a fist. You caress his forearm his eyes connecting with yours at your action, “baby please just let it go” he stares intently into your orbs. They were pleading, sitting with fear hidden within them. He caresses your cheek wrapping his arm around your shoulder and gently tugging you toward the parking lot back to his car. The walk was silent, you felt safe in your boyfriends embrace as the group continued to eye you and Jisung. “Oppa…” your tone is serious “keep your eye’s forward. Don’t look back at them at all. Act like nothing is wrong get in the car and drive. As fast as you can just drive, okay? Don’t ask questions until we’re out of here” your grip on your boyfriend's hand was vice like as you explained with a heavy heart. Jisung does as you say and soon you let out a sigh of relief. The car ride is silent all the way back to your parents' house. “What was that about?” He questions nervously. “Just stupid racists…” you murmur pulling your hair to the side and shifting your shirt exposing your shoulder and a long-jagged scar that sat above your collarbone. “This…” you point at your scar “is what can happen when you try to defend yourself against people like that” his fingers brush over the scar. “What happened?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I looked different. Here, it’s dangerous for you to be different sometimes…I was in middle school and some boys were being stupid, they were always dicks but one of them found his dads knife one day. Figured out a way to sneak it into school, they never liked me because I was one of the few minorities in town. I represented something they were terrified of… anyway they bullied everyone, but I was the only one to ever truly fight back. Apparently, I won too many times in their eyes, and I needed to be shown my place in the world.” Your breath was shaky as a stray tear ran down your face. “Needless to say, the lesson was taught, and I was sent to my grandmothers in Korea” disparity sat on your features.

Jisung sat in silence for a second his eyes focused on your face as you spoke. A wave of nausea took over his body as you explained the scar. His hand gripped yours tightly “I’m not going to say that I’m glad that it happened to you. But now at least you live somewhere safe, and I got to meet you. Thank you for telling me, I know it was probably hard for you” you give him a comforting smile “I love you.”

Felix: S.A.

The small quaint restaurant had a tranquil ambiance as Felix poured you a glass of wine. You sat with nervousness as he smiled at you; butterflies fluttered in your stomach. The night was coming to an end as you finished off your dessert, you blush as Felix scrunched his nose gesturing for you to meet him by the door which you do with a shy smile. You were happy as you finally were able to spend time with the man you had spent all your time chatting with online. It was only your first official time meeting in person since you both had defined your relationship and beside a few video chatting dates with him this was truly your first time ever getting to soak in the warmth he radiated. The moment you were covered by the darkness you felt his warmth once more; ever since you had picked him up from the train station, he continuously found a way to always have his arm around you. A bright smile plastered upon his heart shaped lips, your eyes tracing the patterns in his freckles. Yet you still wondered what it would be like to press your lips against his; you felt anxiety every time he had learned in slightly to test the waters. But as you felt his chest pressed against your back his arms encasing your waist.

A blush creeps on your cheeks as he buries his face in your neck, your finger’s immediately finding their way into his hair. “I can’t believe you’re really here” you chirp excitedly, Felix chuckles as you guys reach your car. Suddenly, you’re whipped around your back pressed against the passenger door as Felix presses his lips to yours excitedly. It takes a moment before you realize Felix is kissing you. Your lips respond to his as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands on your waist pulling you into his slender frame, his tongue begging for entry. A small moan is released from your throat as you allow him access your fingers lacing with the strands of hair on the back of his head. His hand glides down lifting your leg around his waist pressing his hard member against you before reluctantly pulling away “we should get back to your place” he states behind breathless gasps as he pressed his forehead to yours. You nod excitedly at the idea of getting out of your heels.

The drive back to your place was filled with Felix’s hand adorning your thigh to the point where it felt empty as he removed the appendage when he had pulled into your driveway. You let out a sigh of relief as you sat on your couch pulling the demon shoes off before laying down. Felix smiles at you as he makes his way into your room. A moment later, he exits no longer in the nice button-down shirt and slacks; your face heats up at his failure to put on a shirt and how low his shorts were sitting. You begin to sit yourself up as Felix places himself beside you. His arms wrapping around your waist pulling you to sit on his lap.

His lips connecting with your, you revel in the moment. His lips are soft moving with purpose, his tongue brushing over your lips opening your mouth you allow him entry. Anxiety builds in your throat as you feel Felix’s hand caress your thigh gliding its way up your leg. Your hand quickly grasping his wrist haunting his movements “W-wait!” You cry as your mind drifts back to the sickening memory of your father's best friend; tears building in your eyes blurring your vision. At your plea Felix’s hand stops quickly pulling it off you “I-I’m sorry I thought…I’m sorry” he apologizes. His eyes observing your distressed expression, “are you okay babe?” He questions worry in his eyes as you panic shaking your head in response “I’m sorry you didn’t do anything wrong” your voice is shaky “I-I never had a choice in this type of thing before and I got scared” you confess ashamed. Realization dawns on him as tears well up in his eyes “Baby…” he whispers pulling you tightly against his chest “I promise you. I will never do anything without your consent” he reassures. “I know baby I’m so sorry I freaked out I trust you I do I swear” you apologize, pressing your lips to his softly letting out a sigh of relief as he holds you against him spending the rest of the night holding you and reaffirming his previous declaration.

Seungmin: domestic violence

“Why can’t you accept that I said no!” You snap at your boyfriend. He sighs rubbing his temple trying not to lose his patience “because babe it’s your mom. You said you wanted to see your mom” he counters annoyance embedded in his tone. You stare blankly at him “did you forget I also said I don’t want to see that man?” You throw your hands up in frustration. He doesn’t get it you think to yourself and he won’t unless you just tell him the truth.

“That man? Your dad, Y/N?” He argues, you shake your head in denial “that man isn’t my dad Seungmin!” Your voice is barely above a whisper “I’m not allowed to go see my mom. My dad died when I was 7 years old. And that man, my mom's husband…. Is a monster” realization overflows his body like a tsunami “is he hurting your mom?” His tone is full of disgust, he knows the answer is yes by your lack of response “did— “the question he’s about to ask makes him feel like he’s going to throw up “did he hurt you?” You nod dejectedly a pout on your lips. “I-I couldn’t get through most days without him giving me or my mom a bruise or on really bad days a hospital visit. I begged my mom to leave him but it’s not that simple, he’ll kill her if she leaves. He almost killed me when we tried. If I go back there things will be worse for her, he’ll probably succeed this time and he’ll kill my mom. That was the deal when I moved to Seoul.” You notice Seungmin jaw clenched fists balled up at his sides “Im here now. He won’t touch you. Either of you I’ll kill him with my bare hands if he tries.” He states boldly “we need to go get your mom” you shake your head “please don’t. We can figure something out that doesn’t risk your career.”

Seungmin shakes his head “I don’t care about my career! This is your mom, how can I sit here when I know what’s happening to her” “baby we just need a plan, a way that doesn’t involve violence to get my mom” your tone is soft and pleading, a tear streams down his face “im so fucking pissed right now, it makes me sick to think anyone hurt you. I can’t just sit here and accept that” you give him a sad smile “at least im safe and I know you won’t hurt me.”

Jeongin: kidnapping

“Innie look it’s a matching couple blanket set!” You exclaim excitedly as you make your way toward your boyfriend. A wide smile sitting on his lips “that’s nice you wanna get it baby?�� You smile with enthusiasm “can we?” He nods pecking your lips softly “anything for you my love” a blush creeps on your cheeks as you two continue to look around in the quaint boutique. You notice some girls whispering to each other and pointing in your direction. Shrugging them off as just very shy STAY you continue your shopping, ever since you and Jeongin went public there’s been plenty of times where you’d be out with your boyfriend and fans would sit idly by until they worked up the courage to come ask for a picture and say hi. You’d always enthusiastically offer to take the photo for them and leave them with a positive image of you. Sometimes adding a joke or two of how you were just the mistress to them. Yet something about these girls seemed different, their eyes never drifted to Jeongin who stood beside you. They were looking at you, anxiety builds in your throat as you and Jeongin pass by them to look at some character lamps they had when you heard their whispers “is it really her? She looks like she’s 21-22 that’s how old she’d be right now. Do you think he like did stuff to her? How long do you think she was messed up after?” Dread fills your gut; they were talking about you. They know who you are, your eyes widen as your breathing grows heavy. You grab Jeongin’s arm asking to leave, almost pleading as you feel someone tap your shoulder. Jumping in a panic you face one of the girls “excuse me a-are you Choi Y/N?” Your maiden surname makes you feel like you’re going to throw up. You nod reluctantly, embarrassment on your face as you prepare for the inevitable.

“I’m really happy you made it through all of that. It looks like you’re doing well, though I’m sure you wish it didn’t happen. I hope you’re coping with everything” she states apologetically. “I-I’m doing okay, I don’t like talking about it much though. S-still a little painful” you stare as you scratch your head in nervousness you can feel Jeongin’s confused eyes burning holes into the back of your head. “But I-I’m with my boyfriend and we have to go it was nice meeting you thank you for your support” she gives an apologetic smile “I’m sorry yeah you have things to do probably but you’re an inspiration honestly after I heard your story, I was able to get myself help so thank you so much for telling it”You hold in a breath. You didn’t want to share it, the police and your mother made you, but it was nice to know your forced interviews were worth something. “T-thank you so much I hope you have a good rest of your day” you wave her off as you pull Jeongin out of the store placing the couple blanket on a random shelf on your way out.

He gives you a moment to breath before he halts his movements “im sorry but I have to ask what the hell was that about? Choi Y/N? I thought you were Im Y/N?” Your hands shake at your side “please…let’s not talk about this here let’s go back to the dorm and I’ll explain everything” he nods as he continues to walk beside you. Silence hung over the the two of you as all the way to Jeongins room. “I was Jeong Nam-Gyus last victim…” you state as you close the door behind you. Tears welling up in your eyes as Jeongins eyes widen in shock his mouth hanging open wide as he stumbles back taking a seat on his bed. “I-I was 4 and playing at the park with my best friend. we were just playing hide and seek,a-and when I finished counting, I looked everywhere for him, but I couldn’t really find him on the playground, so I went near the treeline and that’s where I found him. H-he has his throat cut a-and there was this adult guy sitting over him just-t s-smelling him. Blood was all over him, and he was just looking at his knife and sniffing it. I started to cry because I was scared and he smiled at me said he liked my face when I cried and he was going to keep me for a while, I was there for 6 months before the cops found me. I can’t remember much from that time just stuff that shouldn’t be done to a 4-year-old” you bite your bottom lip “the only thing that I can remember vividly is that every chance he got he let me know how good my blood smelled. It’s like vanilla and cinnamon he said.”

Jeongin sat silent as tears streamed down his face, his hand over his mouth as he tried to process the information. You, his girlfriend, literally the only person he knew besides Felix that was the literal definition of happiness, had something so ugly done to you; yet he would have never known if that girl hadn’t mentioned your past. Your scars on your legs, torso and arms come to his mind and he feels like throwing up. He believed you when you said you had self harmed, but now he’s realized they came from a serial killer. He felt like he was going to throw up, you were tortured. He felt like he could cry, how have you been okay all this time. “I know it’s a lot to take in so…I can give you some time” you whisper as you turn to leave. You feel Jeongins hand on your wrist “I don’t need time” his voice cracking “it’s just—can I hold you?” You nod as you feel him wrap his arms around you “Im so fucking happy you survived that baby I’m sorry I didn’t know and I’m so fucking sorry I made you talk about it” he cried you shake your head “don’t be sorry, I wanted to tell you just not like this. I love you I didn’t want you to look at me differently” he pecks your lips “I would never look at you differently or pity you okay? I know that’s what you would probably think but I don’t. Im so happy I met you and that your mine and I’ll make sure you’re never hurt in anyway ever again” you smile at him “I know baby I feel safe when I’m with you”

#stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids jeongin #seungmin angst #skz felix angst #jeongin angst #jisung angst #skz x reader #skz reactions

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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Sage, my dear! I was reading your Daemon fic's and they are just perfect!😘🤌🏽 (especially the ones with poc!fem reader, there are so few stories where the reader is poc/non-white in this fandom… And it's great to find this kind of representation, and yours are so well written!!!) That said, could I get a shameless smut Daemon x poc!fem focused on his rings, as if reader is very attracted to his hands and rings and even fantasizes about him fingering her and he notices and gives her what she wants please?

Daemon Targaryen*Rings

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count 2540

Warnings: flirting, teasing, hand fetish, rings, fingering, orgasm, nipple play, biting, smut 18+

Translations Zaldrīzesītsos – little dragon Ñuha qēlos – my star

a/n: first of all thank u annon ur so sweet <3 but also it should not be this hard to find poc ppl for my post headers smh i use pintrest but any other suggestions are appreciated

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It felt like the small council meetings drew on longer and longer as the months moved by. Sure, the wine was nice but that was only because you had it imported from Essos yourself. Most of the issues these men babbled about were of little concern to you anyhow as you were only here to represent your families across the seas while these men whined about taxes and castles. The only pleasure you got from these meetings was catching your Daemon’s eye across the table.

In all your time in Westeros he was the only one you could stand, and you supposed it helped that he was the one you were betrothed too. The arrangement had only been settled last week and you smiled when you noticed the dragon ring wrapped around his ring finger, a gift you had had carved from Valyrian steel when your engagement was struck.

Your mind began to wander further as the men droned on about something they would never decide upon anyhow. While usually you would stare into the stars instead your eyes were focused on Daemons hands. How they lazily lifted the wine to his sweet lips, how his fingers trailed over the curve of the glass in his boredom, or how whenever he grew frustrated, he clenched them into a fist so tight you wondered if his nails cut his palms.

Some may worry about a dragon being violent or unpredictable, but you were far too distracted by how you could use their fire to good use. Daemon had recently begun to deck his fingers out in fine silvers and stones with multiple rings on each hand. When he learned any man of importance in Essos wore a ring on each finger, he slowly began to adopt the practise. Three on one hand, two on the other. Soon he’d have quite the collection, not that you were complaining.

You wondered what it would feel like if he would leave the rings on. How the cool metal would sting your skin when he grabbed your hips like he so loved to do. Or even how it would feel when his fingers slipped inside of you, bringing you to the edge with only one hand. It was almost a challenge to Daemon; learning what to do to make you turn to water in front of him. It was a welcomed challenged to you.

“my lady!” A sharp voice shocked you from your thoughts, your head snapping up with a bewildered expression you tried to cover but you knew you had failed from the way Daemon smirked holding back his laugh, “are there any foreign affairs this week we should be concerned about?” Otto Hightower asked with a pointed look.

“no, my lord,” you said with a tight-lipped smile. The man was slimy since the day you first were forced to make his acquaintance. “Essos manages to run itself quite well, no issues on our side,” you said as you sipped your wine before adding, “though I think the crowns payment for their latest shipments of silks from the east is still pending but im sure you had that covered my lord,”

Otto did his best to cover his sneer as he nodded his head, “of course my lady. I’ll even see to it myself,” he said, his eyes not wavering from your gaze leaving you both in a stalemate.

An awkward clap from the king himself broke ottos gaze. Ha, you thought, bet you there Hightower. “well, that’s everything for today then. Thank you all for your sage advice and council but you are all dismissed for now. Lord Hightower a moment please?” The king said, barely managing to stand on his own as everyone began to filter out the room.

You had always made sure to sit at the chair farthest from the king so your exit would be the quickest, but it did not stop Daemon from catching up to you as you reached the stairs. “my lady,” Daemon said, and you didn’t even have to look up to see the smirk on his face. “are you quite alright? You seemed distracted today?”

“my mind had elsewhere to be my lord but do not fret,” you said, matching his tone as you took his arm to walk down the stairs, “your future wife is not gone with the fairies quite yet,” Daemon chuckled at the way you had began to pick up the Westerosi phrases the longer you were at court but with no more evidence he could not protest the issue any longer.

When dinner rolled around Daemon had invited you to join his supper in his chambers with three of his highest-ranking gold cloaks. Something about ensuring you had friends in high up places who were good with their swords as Daemon had put it. You tried to join in with the conversation, but your mind constantly wandered, your eyes flickering back to your betrothed, his hands specifically that was.

It was a fascination you did not know you had until the council meeting earlier but now you were fascinated with each movement and each ring. “careful my lord your lady wife looks like she’s readying to rob you of your rings,” one of the men’s jokes snapped your attention back to them.

All the men chuckled, and you did your best to force one out, “that’d be rather pointless,” Daemon chuckled, flexing his fingers to show off his rings. Gods that were not helping the arousal growing in your stomach. “most of them were gifts from her, weren’t they ñuha qēlos?” Daemon said, his eyes flickering back to you.

It was like the wind knocked out your lungs for a moment as you stared into those lilac eyes, “yes,” you eventually managed to stutter out, ignoring the curious look from Daemon however luckily the rest of the men had drunk so much wine they hadn’t the faintest clue this was out of the ordinary for you.

“perhaps we should call it a night,” Daemon said after a moment, standing from his chair, “before you drink me out of house and home,” he laughed as he helped the men to their feet. You did your best not to embarrass yourself again as the men dismissed themselves, bowing goodbye to you in a way you would never get used to.

When Daemon finally shut the door, you turned to begin gathering the plates into a stack, ignoring how Daemons eyes were fixed onto you. “you were rather quiet tonight ñuha qēlos,” he said, leaning against the door with his arms folded over his chest, “something the matter?”

“no,” you said glancing back at him with a fake smile, “just tired from a long day,”

“tired?” Daemon questioned, not moving from the door. You looked back ready to lie again when you noticed him playing with his rings. Your movements paused, your eyes locking onto the way he twisted the ring around his finger. When you saw Daemon looked up you quickly turned your eyes. “you don’t look tired,” he mused as he pushed himself off the door, lazily sauntering to your side as you tried to keep yourself busy.

“how kind of you my lord,” you rolled your eyes, trying to put your walls up when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. “my lord- “

“we have servants to clean,” Daemon cut you off, pulling you to face him, your body just inches from his. You tried to think of something to say but you couldn’t as you felt his rings press into your wrist, wondering how they’d feel in other places. There was something about the way Daemon gazed down at you, his eyes unmoving that made your words stick in your throat, “if I didn’t know any better,” Daemon said as his free hand moved to hold your chin up, his lips now so close but so far away, “I’d say you were hiding something from me,”

“what would I have to hide my lord?” You said but now your voice could barely go above a whisper.

Daemon stepped in closer, his body now flush against yours, “I’ve never seen you so quiet. Tell me zaldrīzesītsos,” he mused, leaning down till his lips brushed against your ear, “what has been on that pretty little mind all day?” He whispered, before gently kissing your ear.

“nothing,” you said but you could not hide the shakiness in your voice.

Daemons hands moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “you can tell me ñuha qēlos. After all who am I to judge for what the heart wants,” he said, moving to look you in the eyes once more, “I only wish to help you, my lady. After all it is a husband’s duty to keep his wife pleased,” Daemon said before kissing the hollow of your throat, his head moving to rest on your shoulder.

“there is something,” you said after a few moments making Daemons head perk up. “its not important,” you tried to brush it off, but Daemon began to shush you.

His hands moved to cup your face, the rings metal feeling cool against your skin, “all your wants are important to me,” he said, his lips brushing against yours, “now tell me. What is it you want?”

“you,” you whispered as your hands moved to hold his wrists, “your hands, your fingers. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you said, moving your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand.

Daemon kept one hand on your face, the other moving to rest on your hip, “that’s all you had to say,” he said before you felt his lips crash onto yours. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, your body desperate from your mind’s thoughts all day. Daemon gripped your hip tightly, his other hand moving to the back of your neck so you couldn’t escape but you had no plans of that.

Daemon began to pull at your skirts, desperate to feel your skin on his. Your hands moved to the ties of your dress, making quick work of the fittings till you felt your clothes loosen. Daemon quickly pushed the dress down your shoulders, not caring as it hit the floor and got crumpled beneath his feet. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing it harshly making you gasp into the kiss as you felt the cold metal digging in.

You began to tug on his shirt and Daemon wasted no time in breaking the kiss to pull of his own clothes. You moved back, sitting on the table as you watched him undress till, he was bare in front of you. Your hands roamed his chest as he finally pulled himself free of his trousers. As Daemon went to reach for his hands to pull his rings off your hand shot out to grab his wrist. Daemon looked at you, his eyebrow raised in confusion, “leave them on,” you said, kissing his shoulder as your hand moved to hold his. “I like the rings,” you said as you traced the precious metals.

Daemon chuckled as he stepped closer, his hands moving to grab your hips, “good to know,” he hummed, his head dipping to capture your lips again.

He squeezed the flesh of your hips, the rings digging in making you moan into the kiss. Deciding to test the waters Daemon placed a soft spank on your ass, loving the way you gasped when the cool metal bit your flesh. After a few moments of enjoying himself and your noises Daemon turned his attention to you.

Your breathing caught as you felt on of his hands trail over the tops of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your wetness where you craved his touch. You whined when you felt him swipe a finger up your folds and heard him chuckle at your noises. “someone’s eager,” he said, his lips moving from yours to your jaw, kissing down your neck as he teased his fingers around your hole.

“please,” you whined as Daemon bit down on your collarbone, “I need you,” you whined as he pushed two fingers in, feeling the way he was already stretching you out. Daemon began to leave dark purple hickeys on your chest, knowing exactly where to leave them to avoid being caught. As Daemon began to curl his fingers you gasped when you felt his rings, loving the way the cool feeling against your wet skin.

“so desperate,” Daemon muttered, kissing down your chest, “so perfect,” he mumbled as he kissed around your nipple making it harden. Daemon chuckled as he saw your body’s reaction before taking in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first.

Your hand moved to his hair, tugging on his silver strands as you felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Daemons spare hand moved to your free breast, squeezing it harshly making his rings press into the soft skin and making you moan again. “such pretty noises,” Daemon said, releasing your nipple for only a moment before he began sucking on it harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You gasped as Daemon softly bit your nipple. You squirmed as Daemon moved his hand, repositioning it so his thumb could rub soft circles into your aching clit. “Daemon,” you whined as you felt yourself get closer with each pump of his fingers.

“look at you,” Daemon said before biting your chest making you gasp and your hips buck, “do you like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asked, his lips ghosting over your skin.

“yes,” you whined, desperate for his lips against you again.

“you wanna come undone on my fingers, don’t you?” He said, nipping at your skin, his fingers curling to find an all too familiar spot making your body jerk.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, threatening to spill when he gave the command, “yes,” you moaned, not caring how loud it was as your fingers grasped his hair. “please,” you whined as Daemon kissed your neck. “I can’t wait anymore,”

Daemon moved his lips to hover against your ear, his breath fanning your neck, “then don’t,” Daemon whispered, biting your earlobe again, “I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers,” he said, his curling precise and his lips sucking harshly on your neck. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your legs twitching with each curl of his fingers and rub of your clit before your orgasm crashed through your body, your hands clutching onto Daemon as you rode it out not caring how loud you may be.

As you came down from your high, your legs feeling like mush and your body sweaty, you fell into Daemons chest. Daemon stroked your back, kissing your forehead gently. “so, you like the rings then?” He said, a smirk in his voice.

You looked up, laughing slightly as you regained your strength, “I guess you could say that”

Daemon lifted your chin with a finger, kissing your lips softly, “I’ll have to buy some more then,” he said before pulling you to stand from the table, his arms wrapping around your waist, “but im not done with you yet zaldrīzesītsos,”

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megamindsecretlair · 9 months

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 8

Chapter 7 Chapter 9

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Angst. Oral (male receiving) Soft Loki, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. When you arrive to open the club, you find Loki in his office. You intended to help him, but nothing ever goes according to plan when dealing with the God of Mischief.

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A/N: WHEW! This drained me LOL. In a good way, I slept like a baby after this. This is definitely one of the heaviest things I've released into the wild. Also, sorry babes! I'm going on vacation next week so no new chapter next week. I was going to try and type something up and save it as a draft, but no go. Too hectic at home. You can definitely use this chapter to tell me your theories! Who do you think the saboteur is? When will Y/N give in? Can Loki's patience outlast Y/N's stubbornness??? Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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It was no secret that you had trust issues. You did not trust how quiet it had been from the saboteur. You did not trust that the person just gave up their reign of terror. You didn’t care for the silence. Every shadow was the saboteur. Every delivery had an air of doom.

You were on edge and it made the others on edge as well. It had been a few quiet weeks since the last surprise from the person out to hurt Loki and by extension, his club. And you realized that the more you thought about it, the more the person won. This was what they wanted. For you all to cower in fear, jumping at shadows and mistrusting the person next to you.

Fuck that. You knew every person here. Inside and out. You were not going to go on a witch hunt. Loki wanted to, desperately. It took all of your concentration to keep him at bay and keep the club running smoothly.

You looked over your notebook, running through the calendar for the evening. You were due to have a large party in the Helheim room. Your heels echoed in the quiet space. You liked to arrive early and have a bit of peace to yourself before the hustle and bustle started. You were able to collect your thoughts for half a second, before the complaints started.

You ran through the list of special requests. You rolled your eyes. Those were always fun. Not. Loki promised decadence and your every fantasy fulfilled. That translated to entitled assholes who thought that they could treat the waitstaff like personal servants and entertainment. You grabbed a pen from your pocket to make a note for yourself. You had to talk to the waitstaff and bartenders to cut the party off if they got too rowdy. You’d deal with the consequences.

You passed by Loki’s office on your way to yours. The door was propped open. You put your hand on the cold doorknob ready to close it when you peeked inside and saw Loki sitting at the desk. He was rubbing his jaw and staring down.

You knew he’d sense you in a moment but for a brief second, you watched him. You watched the angles and lines of his face. The sharp turn of his nose, his downturned mouth. His jacket was off and hanging over the edge of his chair. The sleeves of his black shirt were pulled up revealing pale flashes of his forearms. His long, delicate fingers were clenched in a fist.

He looked like a statue made real. One of those old statues built long before your time that decorated the palace where Loki resided. The ones that were carved from real artists. Who turned cold, unyielding stone to breathing moments of life. The humans on Midgard had similar statues in their museums.

The kind where detail was paramount. Fingers dug into skin, clothes were draped just so, and faces held that serene pain you often found on Loki’s face when he thought no one was looking.

You pushed into the room. Loki didn’t stir. You walked up to the desk.

“Loki?”

Loki took a deep breath as if you roused him from a dream. “Darling,” he said. His voice was deeper and raspier than normal.

“Have you been here all night?” You asked.

His desk was littered with paperwork. His once neat desk was cluttered and haphazard. It was so unlike him that you stared at it in shock. You looked back at him. His hair was dry and lifeless. It hung on his shoulders but there was none of the ethereal otherness to it.

“Has the morning passed already?” He did not sound like your Loki. He sounded tired and unfocused.

“Did you sleep here?” You looked around the room and noticed that his couch remained untouched. You made him keep a blanket draped across it for decoration purposes but also in case he wanted to take a nap. He thought you were joking. He could just conjure one up. But why waste the effort?

“Sleep would imply that I closed my eyes and rested. I assure you, no such luxuries were forthcoming,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and you crossed behind the desk to get closer to him. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

You cursed softly at finding his eyes red. He smirked at you. At least the bastard hadn’t lost that.

“Worried for me, Darling?” He asked.

“This is what the saboteur wants.” You looked around his desk once more. Sure enough, there was the card he found on top of the ale delivery. He glanced at it too and his frown returned. You turned him once more to look at you. “They win if we let our guards down and obsess. This is no way to live. We’re constantly on the defensive.”

He smirked once more. “That’s why I spent the evening reviewing security measures. Whoever this person is, they know how to sneak past them. I planned to add more today.”

“You need to go home and get some rest. You’re no good to anyone like this,” you said.

“Is that an invitation?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “If I take you to bed, it will be with your full faculties. Not…whatever this is,” you said. Even you knew to tread lightly. You’ve seen Loki on rough days. This went beyond rough.

Loki looked…defeated. Which was impossible. Gods weren’t defeated. Certainly not your dark prince. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He spread his legs, one knee bent and the other thrust in front of him. His office chair was his throne and you were a lowly peasant seeking an ounce of mercy.

But damn if he didn’t look delicious. Damm him. Sleep-deprived looked good on him. Everything looked good on him. He sat there as if he were ready to entertain noblemen or hold court. The dark circles under his eyes gave him an roguish air.

“If you take me to bed?”

“If,” you confirmed.

“Don’t you mean when?”

“I never say anything I don’t mean, Loki,” you said.

“And you don’t deny what has been said between us. I say you’re mine and you’ve yet to correct me,” he said.

You pursed your lips. Was he right? Had you never denied him when he claimed that you were his? You thought back to your recent interactions and you realized with a start that it was true. You never corrected him. A slow grin crossed your face.

He held up a finger. “Don’t try to start now. No lies between us,” he said.

Your grin faded. Irritatingly enough, he was correct again. There was no use lying. While you weren’t quite ready to say the words, you were his. No other man did it for you. No other man consumed your waking thoughts and your dreams.

You sighed and crossed your arms. “Off to bed, Loki. Alone,” you added before he could come up with another dirty remark. He chuckled and looked you over.

You wore your signature fishnet stockings and form fitting dress that hugged every curve you had. It stopped mid-thigh but rode up with every movement. You stood with your boots crossed at the ankle and Loki took his time looking you over.

The heat in his eyes must match yours. A pillow appeared at Loki’s feet. A plush black pillow from the looks of it. “On your knees,” he said.

“You can’t be serious,” you sputtered. It was one thing to ogle each other. But he had been up all night obsessing. You stood up straight and glanced at his still open door.

“I never say anything I don’t mean, Darling,” he said with a smirk.

Your lips parted as he threw his words right back at you. You bit the inside of your cheek. Indecision froze you to the spot. It was getting harder to resist him. Harder to not give in and say the damn words.

You woke up feverish now. Every night this past week, you woke up in a pool of sweat with dark images of Loki floating through your mind. You dreamt of him in between your thighs, wringing pleasure from you as a musician plucked music from a violin. You dreamt of his lips on your neck. His breath in your ear.

Your night clothes stuck to you now as you woke up drenched in sweat and arousal. Always, you were denied. As if he commanded your dreams as well. That he would not let you have one ounce of peace until you gave in. Until you surrendered. And you were running out of excuses to say no.

It was maddening. This sick twist and pull between you. But you couldn’t stop. Found that you didn’t want to stop. You liked driving him crazy. You liked that he drove you crazy. He was consuming you inside and out. It would be too easy. Far too easy to grovel.

“I won’t repeat myself, Darling,” he said.

His office had a window behind him. The sun rose on the opposite side so there was only ambient light slashed across his features. It highlighted the shadows across his cheeks and his nose.

You bent at the knees and he tsked. “Slower,” he said.

You walked closer and then looked at him in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. You kept eye contact as your hands slid over his knees. His thighs. Two can play this game. He’ll not dominate you completely just yet.

You used him as a crutch to sink softly to your knees. The pillow was incredibly soft. Like kneeling on marshmallows, the funny little concoctions that humans made. You stayed up right, blinking at him.

He smirked and reached out with one hand to trail his fingers across your cheek. You nuzzled into his warm palm. It smelled like him and whiskey. He trailed his fingers over your lips.

“Please me, Darling,” he faintly commanded.

You leaned forward and unzipped his pants. You pushed it down far enough to free his hardening cock. This, this you could do. You could please him and remain your own person. You were his in all but that. You could not give all of yourself to him. Not when he was incapable of doing the same.

You watched him and his expression didn’t change. Oh but his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, cataloging everything that you did. You smiled at him and your tongue darted out to catch the single drop of precum beading on the tip of his cock.

You trailed your hands up and down his dick, trying to learn him. Learn his sighs and hints of encouragement. You alternated increasing pressure and letting go to learn what he liked. You’d done this before but it was like you did it for the first time again. He smirked at you when you got it right and the thrill of pleasure went down your spine.

He widened his stance when you bent your head down and took him into your mouth. He sighed as you slowly licked him up and down. Last time was a frenzy. A desperation to get as much of him into your mouth as possible.

This time, you were able to tease him a little. To lick the underside of his dick and enjoy the way he jerked in his seat. He chuckled. “Remember Darling, whatever you do to me, I do in kind,” he said.

You paused as you thought about just how badly you wanted to tease him. But that meant that he’d only tease you back. And he was infinitely better at it than you were. It dawned on you that you may never best him. Never beat him at his own game. He was always a step ahead. Planning, plotting, scheming.

You let him go with a wet pop and used your hand to stroke him. Perhaps you can’t win. But you’d enjoy trying.

You grinned evilly and put your mouth back on him. Sucking in the salty, heady taste of him. More pre-cum flooded your mouth and you greedily sucked it down. Loki was not selfish with his pleasure. He hummed and cooed whenever you did something he liked in particular.

His moans made you go faster, take him deeper. You took him anyway you could get him at the moment. You sucked and licked and slobbered all over him. Chasing his pleasure and taking none for yourself. It wasn’t enough to satiate the burning flame inside of you. It would never be enough.

You needed him inside of you. You burned with the ache every time you went to bed. There were moments when you were finally alone in your office and you indulged in the fantasy of him not needing those stupid words. Of him getting so worked up that he just stormed into your office and took you right then and there.

Your panties were already flooded. Soaking through with each swipe of your tongue against his tip. Distantly, you remembered that his office was still open. The thought of nearly getting caught made you take him deeper than before.

Loki groaned and stroked your cheek. Your hair was pulled back this time, so there was nothing for him to move out of the way. Instead, he gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down faster. He drove his hips up to meet your eager mouth.

“My precious Darling, fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he said.

You made a noise but it was muffled by the slide of his dick in your mouth. Your gagging filled the quiet office.

“That’s all it takes, is it? My cock in your mouth? My cum down your throat?”

His dirty words made you wetter. You were pitifully mistaken. You thought one more taste of him would hold you over? That it would quench the need inside of you? You had no idea. You would never get enough of him. Never.

Your hands were braced on his thighs for leverage. But since he took over fucking your mouth, you moved one hand up to fondle his balls. He groaned deeper, a rumbling bass in the back of his throat like thunder on the horizon.

You played with him, giving him just enough pressure to give you that look. The look that said he’d fuck you into the ground if he could. He’d swallow you whole if he could. He’d consume you from the inside out and not think twice about it. He pumped your head faster.

Your jaw ached but you didn’t care. You wanted his pleasure. You sucked harder and he yelped. Hot splashes of cum coated your tongue and you swallowed him down. He shoved one last time, hitting the back of your throat and making you truly gag this time. You coughed around his dick and he released you.

He caressed your jaw, your cheeks. He placed kisses around your sweaty forehead, your lips. He licked himself off your tongue and groaned. “I like the way I taste on your lips,” he murmured.

You kissed him back, threading your fingers through his hair. It was still smooth, though dry, but you just liked touching him. Being connected to him. The thought alone chilled you to your bones.

Loki sensed the change in you. “What is it?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing,” you said. You heard the panic in your voice. Try as you might, you couldn’t will yourself to calm down. It was a stray thought, nothing more. So what if you liked touching him?

So what? Only that you wanted to keep doing it. You wanted to crawl into his lap. No, you wanted to crawl deeper. You wanted to climb inside of him and live there. You wanted his heart. You wanted his desperation. You wanted his obsession. You wanted his rage. His passion. You wanted to dance in the flames that burned within him. And it scared the ever living shit out of you.

“Don’t pull away from me. What is it?” Loki gripped your shoulders and shook you. You shook your head. Words were clogged in your throat. You gripped onto his forearms to keep from flailing around.

Fear jackhammered inside of you, pumping your heart painfully against your chest. You needed air. You needed away from him. You never ran in your life, but today was a day of firsts. You pulled away from him but he held onto you.

“Tell me!” He yelled. “Tell me what happened!”

“Let go,” you said through clenched teeth.

“I swear by the gods in Valhalla…”

“No!” You thrashed and slapped at his shoulders. You didn’t want to hurt him. You just needed away. Time to collect your thoughts. Sex was muddying your mind and he hadn’t even been inside you yet! You needed time to rebuild that wall.

Loki grabbed your face and made you look at him. He made you see him. In return, he saw you. His eyes softened as he gleaned what you didn’t want him to see. He had no right to see.

“Fuck you!”

Loki leaned down and kissed you, pressing you into him and not leaving you room to escape. “You have to feel it, Darling. You have to,” he said. He pulled you into a hug. Your arms were trapped against his broad chest.

Still you struggled and bucked like a wild horse. “You have to feel it,” he said. His breath fanned across your ear.

You didn’t want to feel it. You liked the icy interior of your heart. You liked the cage you set it in to keep from feeling everything too much. The minute you opened it, the minute you let it free…it hurt too fucking much.

Loki held on to you. His arms were like a cage around you, encasing you. Your hands fisted his shirt. You wanted to shove him away. You took ragged breaths, your face crushed against his chest.

He wasn’t letting go. You couldn’t win against him. Not by strength, not by wit. It was futile to try. You slumped against him. A keening whine leaving you. Tears stormed down your cheeks and ruined his shirt. The dampness spread and plastered against your face.

Oh gods…it hurt. All of the ways that you tried to keep it in these past five years. The way you neglected yourself. Became a version of you that your siblings needed but didn’t appreciate. All the ways you stepped up to the plate, taking on more and more responsibilities.

You collected burdens like a child collected seashells. The more you took on, the prouder you felt. You were handling it and handling it all without a problem. You bragged about being overworked. You bragged about not having a life outside of work and home. Look how responsible you were!

You liked that you clapped yourself on the back. It was a thankless job looking after your siblings after your family was gone. The bouts of fatigue were just because you worked too much. Not because you were grieving. Silly little feelings like that didn’t apply to you. You didn’t get to grieve.

The moments when you first woke up and were disappointed was harmless. Everyone experienced that. The moments when your heart seized, thinking back to the look on Thanos’ face. How he split the ship in two. You were shoved on one side with no idea what was going on.

You would stand there, frozen. Clutching your chest as if he had killed you instead. You didn’t deserve to be there. Yet every day, the alarm sounded. You got out of bed. You did what needed to be done.

You took this job to care for your siblings. You worked your ass off to earn more, do more, be more. To be useful. As long as you were useful, you could buy time. Time to find your family so that they could take over. So that they wouldn’t need you anymore. So that you could finally repay the life debt you owed them.

A soundless scream left you. Loki rubbed your back, whispering something you couldn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear.

It felt selfish wanting him. You had no right to him. No right. Your life was not yours. You were living on borrowed time. You were a placeholder. Holding space until you found your family. It wasn’t right, receiving pleasure.

Things like laughing and kissing for the hell of it weren't for you. Things like running your hands through his hair, your heart soaring knowing that you made him smile, trading witty banter. All of it. You didn’t deserve it.

“Yes, yes, you do,” Loki’s voice penetrated the deep fog you descended into. Had you said it out loud?

Loki called you by your real name. You knew that he knew it but he only used it once, when you first introduced yourself. To hear it on his tongue was too much to bear.

You sniffled and he leaned back far enough to look you in the eyes. “I ruined your shirt,” you said. Like you ruin everything else. Your makeup, snot, and tears stained his shirt. You’d have to take it to get cleaned.

Loki growled and a beam of his magic passed over him, erasing your filthy fluids. “It’s just a shirt. I can make a hundred more.” He wiped your tears away, his thumbs passing right below your eyes.

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” he said.

You shook your head. It was your fault. You stood on the wrong side of the ship.

“Eyes on me,” Loki said. He waited until you finally blinked up at him. “It was not your fault. I was there too. I mourn for them too. You’re here because the gods willed it so. Because I will it so.”

“Loki,” you whispered. Your voice was rough and it burned with every inhale.

“No. Haven’t you punished yourself enough?” He asked.

“It’s never enough,” you admitted. “Nothing feels satisfactory,” you said.

“You keep moving the goalposts for satisfaction. You create impossible hurdles for you to cross. And then blame yourself when you can’t see the end in sight,” he said.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t know how to stop,” you said.

“I know. I know,” Loki said. He smiled at you. What a mess you probably looked like. You came in here with your armor intact, bossing him around, and ordering him to bed. But you were the one sobbing on the floor, stripped raw.

“Let me in and I’ll help,” he said.

“It’s not fair…”

“Let me worry about how I choose to spend my time, Darling. I choose you. I choose your burdens. Your sorrows. I am a god. I can carry it,” he said.

You sighed and wiped your face. There was no use fighting him, so why bother trying? You nodded. Gods help you, but so far he hadn’t let you down. He was there. Day and day out just like you were.

He already had so much to deal with. Now you were one more thing added on. On top of the stress of dealing with the club and the saboteur. Guilt ate at you like a vulture pecking a carcass. How could you even begin to repay him?

Loki placed one last kiss to your lips. He lingered, his soft lips against yours. Sounds started to filter in from the club. The employees were starting to arrive. Loki kissed your forehead and released you.

You missed his arms instantly as you got to your feet. The pillow disappeared and Loki zipped himself back up. He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’re not done, Darling,” he said.

“I know,” you said with a deep, wonderful sigh. The kind of relief that came after a good cry. Or a good fuck.

Shrill screaming tore your eyes away from each other. You passed a hand over your face and your makeup was pristine one more time. Besides a few wrinkles, no one would be able to tell what occurred here.

You and Loki left his office and raced down the hallway. Honey stood outside of her assigned room and screamed and screamed. Why was it that she was always in the middle of it all?

You turned to the room…except the oppressive heat of the Helheim room greeted you. What the hell?

You checked adjacent rooms and it was more of the same. The rooms were all switched around.

“Motherfucker!” You screamed.

Again, acidic guilt soured your gut. While you were busy crying like a baby, the saboteur struck again. Just waltzed in without a sound. And switched entire rooms around.

On the outside of the room that Honey and a few other employees gathered around. There was another card. Loki plucked it from the wall and flipped it over before handing it to you.

“Vengeance,” was all it said.

You were going to find whoever was doing this and you were going to rake them over hot coals. You were going to find the nearest frost beast and help curb stomp the evil, vile coward.

Magic burned beneath your skin, ready to become any weapon you chose.

“They will find that vengeance is mine,” Loki said. He was uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes locked with yours. “It’s ours,” he said.

You nodded and handed him back the card. Damn right it was both of yours. There would be no hole to crawl into, no hell to flee to, no cave to hide in, that you wouldn’t find them and erase them from existence.

Count your fucking days, bitch.

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As Long As You’re Mine - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 2)

A/N: Surprise! I’ll let you in on a little secret... I already had this written before I posted the first part! I just wanted to see how it would go down first and boy did you guys like it! So I hope this follow up satisfies your need!

Read Part 1 here!

Summary: Following your engagement to Drysdale there’s one last twist in the tale

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mob Elements! Language! Mention of Arranged Marriage! Fluff!

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It had been a month since you learnt of your engagement to Drysdale. Every night you savoured every moment you had left with Steve. Clinging onto him whenever you could, praying and begging this was all a nightmare that one day you’d wake from.

But right now you were waking up alone. Steve had returned to Brooklyn a week ago, said there was a family emergency he had to deal with. He promised to be back as soon as he could, that every night he’d fall asleep thinking of you.

You were just walking towards the sunroom when Romero stepped into your path “your brother needs to speak to you immediately” he states.

You let out a long sigh “sure whatever” you muttered turning in the opposite direction back towards your brother’s office.

As you walked inside you could see how tense your brother was as he braced himself against the desk. You didn’t say anything, just sat down and waited for whatever he had to say.

“Drysdale and the rest of the Thombeys are dead, the entire family has collapsed” Bryce finally states his fists clenching in anger.

“What?” You mutter in disbelief.

“They’re gone, completely crumbled over some stupid inheritance” Bryce scoffs “Drysdale got word that he was getting written out, so decided to kill Harlan before the will got changed, it all imploded from there, family turned against each other until they were all dead”

“Whoa” you muttered in disbelief, you always knew Drysdale would cause the Thrombey empire to fall but you didn’t expect this.

“Yep, so looks like you get your wish after all, you don’t have to marry him” Bryce states in frustration.

“My wish was to choose who I got to marry not have it decided for me!” You snap.

“Well, you might not have any choice now! The options are dwindling and you might be stuck with Hansen!” Bryce roars.

“Don’t you even dare” you growl launching from your chair in anger.

“Boss,” Romero says interrupting the two of you.

“What?” Bryce snaps.

“There’s someone here to see you” Romero answers.

“Send them away, I don’t have time to deal with anyone, I’ve got to fix this bullshit” Bryce states gesturing at you.

“She says she’s a representative of the New York syndicate” Romero pushes.

Both you and Bryce freeze, you’d heard a lot about the syndicate from Steve. And by the look on Bryce’s face, you gathered your father told him a lot too.

“Send her in, Y/N go back to your room I’ll deal with you later” Bryce orders.

“She wants to speak with Y/N too” Romero adds.

You and Bryce exchange a glance and before he had a chance to argue you gave your order “send her in”

Bryce glares at you but his attention soon shifts when the redhead walked in. Her hips swayed as she went, exuding confidence that made it feel like she owned the place. You watched as she first surveyed Bryce before looking at you a smirk growing on her face as if she already knew all your dirty little secrets.

“Bryce Langley,” Bryce says holding out his hand.

“Natalie Rushman but just call me Nat” Nat smiles shaking his hand “let's cut straight to the chase, I’m here on behalf of the New York syndicate boss, who has decided to offer you a deal,” Nat says pulling out a file and placing it on the desk.

“Why?” You question as Bryce picks up the file and sits down.

“I’ve learnt its best not to question my Boss’ motives,” Nat says, despite the clear warning her tone was amused.

Concerned that your brother was about to walk into a trap you walked around the desk and started reading the contract of the deal over his shoulder. It was a trade deal, one that would allow your brother access to the New York harbours. There were a lot of restrictions and contingencies that ensure the New York syndicate remained on top but it was still a good deal. One that all the Boston families would kill for.

“This is a very generous offer” Bryce hums.

“What does he want in return” you question, a deal this big would come with a heavy price tag and you needed to know all the details before agreeing.

Nat smirks as she looks over at you “the only thing he wants, is you as his bride” she answers and your blood ran cold.

You had only just been freed of one arranged marriage, and barely half an hour later another was being discussed.

Nat must have read the horror on your face “and let me just warn you when my boss wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it. His enemies learnt that the hard way” she warned.

“Bryce please” you begged.

“You’ve got yourself a deal” Bryce agrees completely ignoring you, grabbing a pen and signing your life away before you could stop him.

“What the hell Bryce,” you say your voice cracking.

“This will be good for you Y/N, would you rather marry Hansen?” Bryce points out.

You scoff shaking your head at him as you fought back your tears “when do I have to leave?” You whisper turning to Nat.

You were shocked to see a hint of sympathy in her eyes as if she wasn’t the one who just condemned you “we have a private jet chartered for lunchtime, my boss wants you in New York before the end of the day”

“This is ridiculous” you mutter under your breath.

“Go relax Y/N, I’ll have someone pack your belongings,” Bryce says gently.

“No I’d rather do it, at least the essentials, they can do the rest,” you say shaking your head, only you knew where all the secret sketches you and Steve did were hidden.

“I’ll be back at 12 to take you to the airfield” Nat nods before turning away and walking out of the office.

Once she was gone you turned to face Bryce “you’re a monster” you whispered “you can lie to yourself about it but you’re exactly like him” you saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes as you turned and walked out of that office for the last time.

As the town car drove through the city you wished you could enjoy the view but you couldn’t. It has been a dream of yours to live in New York, you should be happy right now. But the reason you were here was the worst possible reason.

You were about to marry a complete stranger, you knew nothing about him, and he could be a monster worse than your father. What hurt the most was that your time with Steve had come to an abrupt end. He’d return to find you long gone and there was no chance your new husband would let you hire him.

You were surprised when the car drove out of the city and upstate. You were even more surprised when the car pulled outside a large house. You’d expected him to live in one of those large penthouses in the city. Not a house in the suburbs.

“Let's go,” Nat says climbing out of the car, and waiting for you to follow suit.

You followed after her as she led you into the house, you looked around in amazement at how understated it all was. It didn’t look like a mob leader's house at all.

“This will be your room for the time being,” Nat says opening a door for you.

Stepping inside you were surprised at how much you liked the decor. You were expecting to hate every single thing about this place, but you were struggling. The house had the views like your old home had but was close enough to the city that you could still enjoy the life of it all. You thought everything would be garish and horrid but it was understated and cosy.

“Dinner is at 7, enough time to freshen up and relax,” Nat says before walking out and leaving you all alone.

You took a deep breath as you looked around the room. Taking everything in, you tried to find something you hated but you couldn’t. There was even a folded-up easel in the corner. Running your hand down your face, taking another deep breath before deciding to have a shower to freshen up.

At 7 pm you made your way downstairs and towards the dining room. Once again you were expecting something grand where your soon-to-be husband would be miles away but it was once again understated. It was A table that would seat 8 people maybe 10 at a push, and the places set weren’t at opposite ends, one was at the head of the table the other sat right next to it.

You turned when you heard the door open behind and you saw your soon-to-be husband for the first time. He was tall and muscular, clean-shaven and had short blonde hair. Your breath caught when you saw his eyes, his piercing blue eyes that somehow held warmth in them. You realised with a start that you recognised him, but it couldn’t be him.

“Hello, sweetheart” he smiles walking over to you.

“Ste-Steve?” You mutter in disbelief.

Steve smiles warmly down at you as he comes to a stop right in front of you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart” he whispers softly.

“I-I’m so confused” you mutter shaking your head.

Steve gives you a warm lopsided smile “I know I’m sorry for all the cloak and daggers, but I promised I’d set you free”

“You’re the boss of the New York syndicate” you state in disbelief, Steve hums in confirmation “but what were you doing being my bodyguard”

Steve lets out a long sigh his hand slipping into yours “I’ll be completely honest, because I don’t want there to be anything between us, not anymore” Steve says shaking his head “I was there because I was trying to find weak points, your father had been poking around too much and I needed to take your brother out before any secrets got out” Steve explains your jaw dropping in shock “but I never expected to fall in love with you, so when I discovered your brother knew nothing I switched targets”

“You took out Drysdale and his entire family…. Why?” You question.

“For you, to free you from that marriage” Steve answered squeezing your hand gently.

“But the contract” you mutter shaking your head.

“Was only to get you here and away from your brother, you aren’t trapped here, you don’t have to marry me if you don’t want to, you could leave and do whatever you want to do” Steve explains.

You were speechless, you couldn’t believe what Steve had done for you. What he’d save you from. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until Steve cupped your cheeks and began to wipe away your tears “please don’t cry, I’m sorry I wanted to tell you everything but I couldn’t risk it” he pleaded.

“Thank you” you cried launching yourself into his arms and hugging him tightly.

You felt Steve breathe out a long sigh of relief, hugging you back with equal vigour and kissing the top of your head.

“I still can’t believe you’re the head of the New York syndicate,” you say still in shock “who else knows?”

“Only a select few, Nat who you’ve already met, my best friend Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers” Steve answered brushing some hair out of your face, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

You snort with laughter “the Avengers?”

“Tony, another member of the inner circle coined it,” Steve said with a bashful smile.

You couldn’t help but chuckle “it's a good name,” you say reaching up to finally kiss him “I do have to admit this all wasn’t what I was expecting”

“I know, having no one knows who I truly am means I get to live an ordinary life outside of work” Steve explains “it means so do you, you can do what you want when you want”

“This is amazing Steve, all of this” you confess shaking your head in disbelief.

“It's all yours sweetheart, if you want it it’s yours” Steve promises.

“I want it, I want it all, I want you, I want everything” you smile up at him.

Steve beams down at you “I love you so so much”

“I love you too Steve” you grin your hands running up into his hair as he kissed you deeply “but do you mind growing the beard back?”

Steve barks out a loud laugh “anything for you sweetheart, anything for you”

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mc-lukanette · 7 months

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"Same time next week?" Marinette asked Luka as they stopped on the sidewalk, ready to part ways. She leaned up and grabbed his shoulder for support, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Mhm," he hummed affirmatively, kissing her cheek in return. "Looking forward to it."

It had become their routine by now, and Marinette loved the idea of having a routine. It represented a sense of stability, consistency, and (most importantly) getting to spend time with her boyfriend. She knew the feeling of his lips on her skin, his warmth banishing her cold, and fingers caressing her cheek.

She also knew the feeling of him taking her hand and the corners of a box gently pressing into her palm soon after.

"Oh." She looked down, turning the present in her hands as she asked, "F...for me?"

Luka frowned, hearing the nervousness in her voice. "Is something wrong with it?"

"N-no! No, not at all! Not even a little!" She whined, now fidgeting with it rather than simply examining it. "But... I don't know if I really deserve it, and—"

Her words were cut off by her own squeaking as Luka held her bangs to the side in order to give her a loving kiss on the forehead. She met his gaze, seeing only his affectionate staring back.

"You deserve everything, Marinette," he told her with a smile, "every note of the song."

She swallowed as she watched him go, a blush on her face and her feet rooted in place until he turned a corner, going completely out of her sight.

Finally, she bit her lower lip, almost crushing the gift with worry as she finished in her head, And... this is the tenth thing you've given me this month.

——

Marinette couldn't stop her leg from bouncing as she watched Kagami look over the various gifts with a discerning eye. Luka had gotten her an entire range of gifts from a cute tea mug shaped like a sheep, to special glasses for eye strain whenever she worked late nights on her website's design, to plushes that matched the cat one on her bed. Of course, she knew she shouldn't complain about being showered in gifts by a doting boyfriend, but there was an underlying worry as well.

Kagami, standing and holding the gifted flower necklace to the light, confirmed as much. "These definitely aren't cheap. He must've found a quality store."

Marinette groaned, hunching over until she was laying her upper body on her legs, arms slumped down toward the floor. "I was afraid you'd say that."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Kagami said, the eyebrow raise evident in her tone even if Marinette couldn't see. "Why would you want him to buy you cheap gifts?"

"I-I don't!" Marinette pushed herself back up, hands clenched into fists. "I mean, money's not everything and a gift's a gift, but he only works part-time delivering pizza! What if he's spending all of his money on me?"

"Couldn't you ask his sister?" Kagami wondered aloud.

"She'd just steal his wallet out of worry to look," Marinette replied, shaking her head in disapproval. "I don't want to invade his privacy, I just want to know why."

Kagami hummed neutrally, though her expression said it all: she had a hard time grasping the dilemma even if she was trying her best.

Rich people, Marinette thought in her head, complete with a mental sigh and gulp of imaginary tea. "I guess you and Adrien made a game about it, huh? You give each other gifts all the time."

At that, Kagami bristled. She took a wide stance, pointing a finger at Marinette as she proclaimed, "It's not a game, Marinette! It's a merciless competition between a boyfriend and girlfriend!" She turned her back to her with a small huff, bringing her thumbnail to her teeth in deep thought. "I'm still planning my next move. He won't know what hit him."

"Right, a competition. Sorry!" Marinette assured with a sheepish grin. I don't think Adrien sees it as a competition though.

Marinette supposed that their relationships weren't comparable though, which was fine. Kagami and Adrien thrived on a little tension, but she and Luka were a lot more mellow. Adrien was a lot more about grand gestures and Kagami reflected that right back at him. They'd already exchanged gifts openly in public when everyone was hanging out, and Marinette would just happily snuggle up with Luka off to the side, watching them—

Wait, she realized. That... could that be it...?

——

Marinette massaged her shoulder as she headed up the stairs to her room. It was a long, long day, involving her going all over Paris looking for the exact things that she needed. Luka had called and figured it out of course (he always had a way of sensing when she was in distress) but she rejected the offer to have him ride her everywhere. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted his help, but after the revelation of why he might've been showering her with gifts, she didn't know how to talk to him about it.

Her whole week had ended up feeling extra long because of it.

As she opened the trapdoor to her room, Marinette froze as the sound of a guitar hit her ears, the music seeming to come from her balcony. No way, she thought with a smile, because even if she'd been awkward with Luka it wasn't that she didn't want to see him.

With a little more energy in her steps that she hadn't thought she still had, she hurried across her room, up the stairs to her bed, and finally peeked out at her balcony.

Luka was in the lounge chair, playing a comforting tune on his guitar. Scented candles were set out on a table, along with a few snacks and drinks.

"Jule told me you were having a bad day," he explained simply.

Marinette pouted. It was mean of him to do all this when they needed to have a serious talk. If he weren't so sweet then she'd just take Kagami's advice and tell him bluntly how she felt, but she didn't have the heart to do it when his intentions were undoubtedly pure.

Unable to resist him, she pushed herself up onto the balcony. Luka was quick to move his guitar aside, freeing his lap so she could sit there and straddle him. She grabbed his face and he got up enough to meet her halfway in a kiss. Holding it, his hands slid down her back to rest against her sides while hers went underneath his hoodie to massage his shoulders.

Marinette giggled as she pulled back, just enough to look at his face. "What were you going to do if it rained?"

"Your parents let me borrow all of their umbrellas."

She collapsed against this chest, trying to contain herself at the mental image of Luka putting up umbrellas to protect the lounge chair and their table. Her legs shifted against him, unintentionally squeezing his sides from her body tensing with laughter.

Unfortunately, the universe had also decided to remind her of her goal, as her leg brushed Luka's pocket in the process. She could feel something inside that she was almost certain was yet another gift he planned on giving her.

"...Marinette?" Luka called in concern. He must've noticed that she'd stilled all of a sudden.

"Um." She hesitated, toying with the fabric of his shirt. Then, relenting to what she had to do, she pushed herself up and admitted, "I want to talk to you about something."

He frowned. "I'm sorry I went into your room when you weren't in there—"

"No." She sighed, looking away and rubbing the back of her neck. "It's about all the gifts."

Luka was quiet, but she could imagine what he was thinking. It was rare enough for them to not see each other for almost a week that there had to have been something on her mind.

"You—you put so much into all the gifts you give, but they're... a little much?" She twiddles her fingers, feeling awkward for bringing him up him even if they were long past that by now. "And... since we always see Adrien giving Kagami gifts, I thought that maybe you felt like—"

"Wait." Luka sat up, though had to adjust accordingly due to a combination of the lounge chair and an entire Marinette on his lap straddling him. He gripped her shoulder, insisting, "I already know you love me, Marinette."

"Y-yeah, but—"

"I'm not worried about us, not at all." He shook his head. "I haven't been since we got together. I never held how you felt against you, and you moved on from him so long ago anyway."

"...Then why?" She rubbed the side of her head, even more confused. "I-I know you love me too, but—"

At that, Luka paused, a rare vulnerability showing in his eyes. She gripped his hand on her shoulder and he averted his gaze from her, his lips twitching tentatively.

"It's me," he finally confessed. "I don't think you're shallow enough to love me more over some presents, and I know you don't like Adrien either, but I..." He pulled his hand away from hers, ruffling his hair in his embarrassment. "I still wanted to be able to give you anything Adrien could."

"Oh. O-oh, Luka—!"

All at once, relief flooded Marinette's body followed by affection. She leaned in, kissing Luka again, then once more just for good measure. He looked confused by the reaction, but she was insistent that he let himself be kissed.

"You don't have to do any of that!" She knew that he knew that, but she wasn't exactly thinking coherently at the moment. "I love how much you put into buying stuff for me, but I don't want you emptying your wallet for them! Isn't it enough just to..." She shrugged sheepishly. "spend time together?"

He stared, then sighed and plopped back down against the lounge chair. Smiling up at her, he replied, "I know, and I'm sorry I worried you so much. You're right."

"Of course I'm right!" she said, lightly hitting his chest. "And apology accepted, but you can't be buying me more gifts, okay? At least not as much."

"Alright."

"I mean it too!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest, huffing out, "Or—or I won't kiss you anymore! I might’ve kissed you a lot a second ago, but starting now!" Then, disheartened, she added desperately, "And I don't want to not kiss you, so..."

He nodded, voice low and eyes fond. "I promise."

She pouted, reminded again of how unfair he could be. He'd really made her concerned that he was doubting his worth in their relationship, yet he looked up at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and her worry for him only made her more attractive.

Casting a glance at the drinks on the table, she asked, "Those aren't hot, are they?"

"No," he confirmed.

"Good. I didn't want to ruin your work." She laid herself back on his chest, mischievously playing with his bangs. "I meant what I said."

He grinned, his arms going around her back. "About not kissing me if I didn't stop giving you so many gifts? Or not wanting to not kiss m—"

She cut him off with another kiss.

#queuekanette #lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #((Adrimi is mentioned but that's it.))

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okkotsuslut · 1 year

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Jealous

a/n: i got this idea while listening to the song 'jealous' by nick jonas! kinda want to do this for some of the other blue lock characters too- so i might later :D

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today was a big day. you were going to watch your boyfriend play against the U-20 team for a chance to be on their starting line up.

he had gotten phone privileges back a few times in blue lock from scoring goals. so he let you know that he really wanted you to be there.

you were also going to see your brother play. he went to blue lock but due to someone's request, he would be playing for the U-20 team during the game. you didn't really know the details.

you'd heard from your brother ryusei once since he left to go to blue lock and it was just to tell you that you better be at his game.

you sat with your boyfriend's parents during the game since yours weren't able to attend.

it was cute seeing his mom and dad wearing two jerseys that were sewn into one. representing both of their children that were playing today.

you cheered for rin as he dominated the field. your brother was on the bench for most of the game but when he got put in to play, you cheered for him a little too.

the game ended in blue locks victory and you quickly left your seat, hurrying to try and find rin so that you could congratulate him.

he had told you to meet him at the locker rooms so you followed the vague directions that he had texted you.

you were walking down a long hallway when you heard a familiar voice.

"i can't believe i lost to that eyelashed freak!"

you followed the sound of his voice to a room with the door open. it was your brother, ryusei, sitting in an empty locker room.

he was facing away from you, so you decided it would be funny to sneak up on him.

you tiptoed in and jumped on his back.

he flung you off of him like you were a bug. causing you to land on the floor and let out a groan.

"OW"

"HA! wimp, that's what you get."

"screw you. that's why you lost." you replied, getting up off of the floor.

"that was just a damn fluke! i'm gonna beat that eyelashed freak next time i see him."

you figured that the person he was referring to as an "eyelashed freak" was your boyfriend and you let out a small laugh.

"you're so weird bro." you pulled him into a hug because even though he was annoying, you had missed him.

he pat you on the head and told you that you were weirder.

you suddenly heard someone clear their throat. you looked behind ryusei to see rin standing in the doorway.

"rin!" you ran out of your brother's arms and into his. "i missed you so much!"

his hands were balled into fists and his jaw was tightly clenched. he lightly pushed you off of him.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked up at him.

"what the hell are you doing with this insect."

you let out a loud laugh at what he called your brother. you had never thought about that before but it was true, ryusei's hair did look a bit like antennas.

"that's cute coming from you with your spider eyelashes." ryusei barked.

you just rolled your eyes and stifled a laugh.

rin threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, glaring at your brother.

"stay away from her."

"thats pretty hard to do since we share a room." he shrugged "but i guess i wont be leaving blue lock anytime soon since i'm gonna win this thing."

rin's grip on your shoulder tightened and you could tell he was pissed. so you grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the room.

"see ya later ryusei. love you." you called out over your shoulder.

you could practically hear rin's teeth grinding onto each other. he was mad.

there was another empty locker room a little down the hall so you walked into there.

you could tell that he was thoroughly misunderstanding the situation so you decided it would be best to just quickly tell him.

"you and my brother don't get along too well."

"huh?" rin looked at you, clearly confused. "that lukewarm idiot is your brother!?"

"yeah." you laughed.

"but you guys don't have the same last name."

"we are technically half siblings. same mom, different dads."

rins hand covered his face as he realized. he let out a groan. you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"it was nice seeing you get all jealous. you were cute."

he rolled his eyes but a light blush spread across his cheeks after you called him cute.

he looked down at you and placed his arms over your shoulders, hugging you back.

"whatever."

"i missed you." you leaned up, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"missed you too."

#itoshi rin #blue lock x y/n #blue lock fluff #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock fic #itoshi rin x reader

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completelyshatteredbrokenmschf · 6 days

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When MC is a 40+ year old single mom with 2 kids and they all end up in the Devildom

Based off a post I saw by @mepsratchild12

My own spin take, hope ya like it.

"Mama! I'm scared! It's okay Cynthia, Ty, look after your sister a minute. I need to figure out who these people are and where in the 9 hells we are!"

"Okay mom, Brat come here."

"Ty! i'm not a brat! I'm scared!"

"Cyn! Ty! Stop it now! Not the time, not the place!"

"Yes Mom!"

She took a step forward, head held high and approached the 8 men on the dais, waiting.

"Ah hello, MC welcome to the Devildom." Her only reaction was a raised eyebrow, hands on hips, head cocked slightly to the side. "I am Diavolo, the Future King of the Devildom. The man beside me is Lucifer, my right hand man."

"Hello and welcome." The tall dark haired man said with a smile.

"You know my name, I want to know, why are my kids and I here, we're broke, my ex husband doesn't pay child support, there is no ransom. I also need to know where exactly, who exactly and what you plan to do with my babies and I!"

Diavolo was slightly taken back, he looked at the tall teenager standing in front of the visibly scared smaller kid. "We don't mean you harm. You are the second human representative of the exchange program here in the Devildom. Essentially the first level of Hell." He watched her reaction, the absolute shock on her face, her immediate clenching of her fists. "No you aren't dead, Lucifer would you please explain?"

MC listened to the explanation with a calm look on her face, she sighed, "One year? You swear it? My kids need to go to school too. Shit! Ty is gonna miss a year of Marching Band, they aren't going to be happy about that. And Cyn is special, her grades aren't the best, but that is because she was a very sick baby and it affected her brain too. I'll do this, but, they get their education too." She held out her hand to both Lucifer and Diavolo, they shook on it, "You may be the fallen Morning Star and the future king of hell, but I expect you to keep your words, understood?"

Both men looked at each other, "Understood ma'am." Then she called the kids up for introductions.

#obey me writing #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo

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nevis-the-skeleton · 9 months

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What if TFP Autobot Starscream (who helped Miko + Raf), agrees with June Darby that the Autobot War is too dangerous for Jack, Raf and Miko (especially after Raf almost died) + Sad Starscream pushes all 3 kids into June’s car + Starscream tearfully tells the Autobots: “This is the only way, to keep them all safe...” 💔❤️💔 (Then Starscream has to rescue them from Unicron’s storm!)

Oh sad and fluff :'), thank you for your request ^^!

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After the scare that Raf had caused due to his poisoning with Dark Energon, everyone was a little stressed, but also worried about what happened next. How were they going to defeat Unicron, which is Earth itself?!

As the Autobots tried to find answers to all these questions, June intervened with a touch of anger, while not a single one seemed to realize the danger this represented for children.

“Are none of you thinking about the safety of the children?! she cried out.

- Of course we do! Arcee scolded a little.

- We protect them every day! Bulkhead added.

- By taking them on missions with you, and taking them on trips when you know perfectly well that you are targets for the Decepticons?! You are putting them in danger by involving them in this war! It's not theirs! They are just children who should never face such danger!

- I assure you, Mrs. Darby that we always do our best to keep them safe. Optimus interjected gently.

- What just happened today proves me wrong!

- It was exceptional! This will never happen again! Bumblebee defended translate by Raf.

- How can I be sure?!"

Miko, Jack and Raf looked at each other sadly, having no desire to leave the Autobots. They looked at Optimus, begging him to convince June that everything would be okay. Starscream, for his part, hugged his arms close to him, then said:

“Jack’s Creator is right…”

Everyone had a shocked expression, and the Japanese girl shouted vigorously:

"What?! Not at all!"

The Seeker looked back at the young girl, before responding:

“Miko, be reasonable. You have been in danger from the beginning, and this quite simply because you had the misfortune to know of our existence.

- I don't consider it bad luck!"

The jet stood up, approached with raised wings in front of the children, with a stern expression.

"Don't forget that I almost killed you, Miko!

- But you didn't do it…!

- That's not the question! This is our war, not yours! This is something you need to understand! You should never have been involved in such a thing...!

- But-

- No… ! Raf almost died...! Did you forget that too?!

- No but-

- Just knowing us is dangerous for you… it should never have happened…

- …”

Miko couldn't hide a deeply hurt expression, and lowered her head. The flyer held his wings, while Raf moved closer, fiddling with his hands.

“You don’t really think so, do you…?

- We don't need you...!" Starscream replied, trying to be as curt as possible.

Jack clenched his fists, before exclaiming:

“There are many other ways of presenting things…! In addition, we have helped you many times, we can get into places that are inaccessible to you, we can guide you in cities!

- Agent Fowler can do it very well!"

The teenager froze in the face of the cold gaze of the Seeker, who was quick to grab them and place them next to June's car.

“You're just children, so listen to the adults!"

The nurse invited them, or rather ordered them, to enter the vehicle, and Miko turned angrily towards the jet, before shouting:

"I hate you!"

She slammed the car door, and didn't give the flyer another glance. Jack's mother nodded slowly at Starscream, gratefully, before leaving the base.

The Autobots looked at the Seeker in shock, as the latter's wings lowered. The jet turned towards them, his optics full of tears. He looked at the ground, before saying:

“It’s the only way to keep them safe…”

Arcee slowly approached him, and asked:

“Why talk to them like that, Starscream…?

- I wanted to be sure that they didn't want to come back…

- But…

- Don't worry… the flyer walked away from the group, then whispered. I’m used to being the bad guy…”

Miko was looking out the window, ignoring June's speech, who kept telling them that it was better this way. The Japanese girl pressed her lips into a thin line, and pressed her hands against her arms, feeling an unpleasant heat rising within her.

Raf, next to her, was crying silently, blaming himself for what was happening... If only he hadn't been hit by the Dark Energon... he should have been more careful... Maybe Starscream wouldn't have been just as angry with them if things had gone differently.

Jack was deeply silent, like his friends. He didn't want to be told what was best, he didn't want to be ignored about what he wanted. The Autobots were his friends, and they weren't even allowed to see them anymore... The teenager compressed his anger and frustration into a point in his heart. He was tall, he couldn't behave like a child.

June noticed a storm approaching them in her rearview mirror, and frowned, easily seeing that it wasn't a normal storm. She decided to speed up a little, to get back to the house as quickly as possible, when she noticed with shock that the hurricane was gaining speed every second!

The base shook, a few cracks forming above the robots. Starscream who was in his room could hear the wind howling outside, but kept convincing himself that it was normal.

The Earth was capricious, it wasn't the first time it had done such a thing, humans were much more prepared than them for this kind of stuff. It was just an ordinary storm, he had no reason to worry about the children.

Unicron would wake up soon, but Optimus had promised that he would try to find a solution. The Seeker trusted the Prime to solve this problem. They couldn't do anything, but he knows their leader will succeed. In any case, he was sure that he had made the right choice, especially now that the God of Chaos was added to the balance.

He heard an incoming call on the base computer, easily suspecting that it was Fowler, and went to join the others in the main room. The agent with a deeply concerned expression, which made the Autobots tense.

"What's going on, Agent Fowler?" Ratchet asked.

William didn't respond right away, just sending photos of different towns, all of which were ravaged and broken by terrible natural disasters.

“Do you have anything to do with this? Fowler asked.

- Don't blame us for everything! the doctor frowned.

- What is happening is clearly not normal! You really have nothing to do with all of this?!

- Unicron!" Bumblebee realized.

Everyone looked at him in shock and horror, even though the possibility was almost certain.

"What?! Fowler asked.

- Uh… Goodbye! the ambulance responded quickly, before hanging up on the officer.

- He might scold us for that… huffed Bulkhead.

- If the planet is destroyed because of Unicron's awakening he won't have time to do it!"

The building shook even more, and Starscream couldn't get out of his mind the apocalyptic images he saw on the screen. The Seeker's wings tightened behind his back, before he stammered:

“The… The kids…”

June sped up as much as she could, doing her best to reassure the trio that everything would be okay. The nurse felt herself gradually losing control of the vehicle as the hurricane gained strength.

The rear of the car lifted, being caught by the strong winds. A piece of debris flew past the vehicle, tearing off a side mirror, while another hit the rear windshield, making Miko and Raf scream in fear.

Everyone held their breath as they felt the car leave the ground, dancing with the wind. The crunches screamed around them, sending a shiver through each of their vertebrae. An invisible monster was hitting the vehicle, growling in rage.

The dancing stopped abruptly, and the group saw that Starscream was holding on to the vehicle as best he could, his claws buried deep in the hood. The Seeker held on to a utility pole, and pulled the quartet towards him, fighting against the gusts.

The jet used his reactor to gain strength, and widened his optics in shock when he saw that the hood did not resist his grip, breaking apart little by little. The flyer scowled, and grabbed one of the doors, before tearing it off. He stretched out his hand towards the humans, then cried out:

"Come, now!"

The quartet quickly complied, but June couldn't get out. Starscream shattered the front windshield, and grabbed Jack's mother, dropping the vehicle in the process, which resumed its crazy dance, before crashing violently into a huge rock wall.

The Seeker put them in his cockpit, spread his wings, and flew away. His whole body hurt. He felt like huge hands were grabbing his wings, trying to pull him into their mouths to devour him.

The jet called for a ground bridge, and wasted no time in passing through the portal. The flyer crashed into the main room, and rolled several times, before being caught by Bulkhead, who crashed with him against one of the computers.

“Aah! Bulkhead, Starscream! I needed that!" Ratchet shouted.

The two stood up with difficulty, and the flyer rubbed his head, before turning to the Wrecker, and saying:

“Thank you, Bulkhead.

- No problem." smiled the big green robot.

Starscream ends up opening his cockpit, before inviting the humans to come out. They were a little shaken, but overall they were fine, much to the Autobots' relief.

“You took reckless risks, Starscream! the doctor scolded.

- I knew what I was doing, it wasn't a storm that was going to stop me !" replied the Seeker, raising his optics to the sky.

The ambulance gave up, grumbling on his side, and lamenting the loss of his poor computer. The children looked at Starscream, not taking their eyes off him for a second. The jet looked away, not knowing what to do...

He couldn't stop the fears from invading his Spark. They were angry at him... He had said vile things to them after all... Maybe they were disgusted that it was him who came for them... maybe he should have let Bumblebee go, they would have been happier to see him…

The flyer wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Miko suddenly climbed onto his head, much to the surprise of Starscream and the others as well.

She held on as best she could, before hitting his helmet with her fist. Of course, it didn't do anything to the Seeker, but the gesture was there. She ends up sitting down, arms crossed, before exclaiming:

"This is the last time you're mean like that!"

The jet gave a little laugh, before inviting the Japanese girl to climb on his hand, the two boys wanted to come the same, and Raf said:

“I know you were doing this to protect us… but we don’t want to leave you…

- Yes! And above all, what is this way of saying things?! declared the young girl.

- You are our friends, continued Jack, we don't want to leave you."

Starscream still didn't know what to say, feeling more and more angry with himself for what he had done... especially since, by thinking he was protecting them, he had only put them in even more danger... Miko finished by hugging one of the Seeker's claws, and whispered:

“I’m sorry I said I hated you… that’s not true… I really like you…”

The jet brought the children closer to him, before smiling gently, then responding:

“I like you very much too. "

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