#'i won't let you betray yourself' - he did that already if you tried to take the deal

[vashtijoy]

"why not join me instead?" akechi's "invitation" in conf 7

People come and go on whether this question of Akechi's is genuine or not. Opinions run the gamut from "I hate him for trying to take you away from your friends" to "Akechi wants Joker to be his accomplice".

Myself, I don't think Akechi means this as a serious question, for a number of reasons. I think this question is rhetorical.

Quick summary:

Conf 7 illustrates the similarity between Joker and Akechi, and that they're both committed to the showdown between them;

Rather than being an invitation, Akechi's question again illustrates that parallel—that neither of them will give up the things that matter to them to join the other, as Joker has asked him to do;

"I'll think about it" does not count towards the third awakening—and I can prove it. Rather, Akechi can't conceive that Joker would ever abandon his friends, and uses it as an outrageous example of something Joker would never do;

Joker's loyalty not only to his principles but to his friends is something Akechi values so much that he won't let Joker sacrifice it;

Akechi is not so much offering Joker a way out in conf 7 (there is no way out) as he's confirming for his own sake that Joker is still in the game. Is this still a battle between rivals, or is it an execution?

Let's take a look.

what is akechi really asking?

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Look at this line. Look at the question he's posing:

Akechi いっそ君がこっちに来るってのは?⋯今の仲間を捨ててさ。 isso kimi ga kocchi ni kuru tte no wa?... ima no nakama o sutete sa Why not join me instead...? All you'd have to do is abandon the teammates you have now.

It's very easy to focus on the first half of this question and miss the second. But that second half is the important part, the sting in the tail. The Japanese is a great example of wa building suspense: "Instead, what if you come over to my side, (AND THEN WHAT, AKECHI???????)"

The sentence is left hanging, with the weight of it unspoken (since wa emphasises what comes after it); Akechi is obviously not done speaking. And indeed, when he continues, it's a doozy:

"though, of course, you'd have to dump the friends you have now." (Yes, I think "friends" is often a much better translation of nakama than "teammates", fight me; it's even often translated as "friend" in P5 itself, or indeed, awkwardly, as "teammates and friends".)

Akechi is using the same verb, suteru, that you use for tossing something in the trash; the parallel meaning, "ending a relationship", exists in Japanese too.

Ryuji, Morgana, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, everything you've all gone through together and everything you've been—Akechi is suggesting you toss them aside like garbage. For him.

Now, I think part of Akechi would very much like Joker to do that. But he also knows better than to expect it. Because he knows Joker so much better than that.

Akechi has seen firsthand how loyal Joker is to his friends—remember on 1/2 how he says he investigated them all? He's seen some of the things Joker will do for them. He expects that blind faith to lead Joker to his death, much as Yaldabaoth does. But he also respects it.

This boy who's never had a friend, who's convinced himself the whole idea is stupid, is still drawn to the loyalty he sees in Joker. Even as he's preparing his own ultimate betrayal, Akechi recognises Joker's commitment to others. He understands treachery is bad, even though he himself is a traitor—just as he understands that murder is bad, and that doesn't stop him, either.

This question of whether or not Joker will betray his friends (and Akechi specifically) comes back on 2/2, of course—and in force.

so why does he ask

Akechi is not proposing that the two of them run off together. He's not asking to see what Joker will say. He doesn't impulsively make the invitation, and then run away when Joker says yes. He is, in fact, not even asking. He poses the idea of Joker abandoning all his friends as a counterexample. It's supposed to be something Joker would never consider, something he will find morally repugnant.

Which is why, if Joker says yes, Akechi is shocked, and essentially tells Joker not to make such stupid spur-of-the-moment decisions. Akechi is making a rhetorical point about what Joker is asking of him.

Remember Joker's statement that leads into Akechi's question:

Yeah. Joker either suggests that Akechi should give up everything he's doing and everything he believes in (even as Akechi confabulates about what those things really are), or he suggests, with the top option, that he's already done it.

And in return, Akechi says that Joker should join him... and throw away his friends and everything he's working for and everything he believes in, of course.

It's the second response to his question, where Joker turns him down flat, that makes it most obvious that this was what Akechi meant:

Joker それは無理だ sore wa muri da I'm not doing that. No way in hell. Akechi だろうね。 darou ne I thought as much. Akechi 分かるだろ、誰だって今の立場を簡単に捨てられやしないんだよ wakaru daro, dare datte ima no tachiba o kantan ni suterare yashinai n da yo I'm sure you understand. We all have our parts to play, and we can't simply leave those behind.

See what he's saying? ima no tachiba o kantan ni suterare yashinai—"we absolutely must not lightly set aside the positions we hold now".

Incidentally, yes, that's that same verb suteru that he used before, for casting aside or throwing away. Akechi is drawing a parallel between Joker's friends and his own goals—between the things each of them holds most dear, which neither of them will sacrifice, even to save the other. (Assuming you think Akechi would even be down to save Joker—but I do think conf 7 suggests that at this point, he might not be opposed to the possibility. It's just that it doesn't exist.)

the phone call

This parallel returns in the phone call afterwards, if you again tell him that you're rivals:

It's a little hard to tell from the localisation what Akechi is getting at, so let's take a close look:

Akechi 僕らにはお互い譲れないものがあって、そのためにも負けられない。 bokura ni wa otagai yuzurenai mono ga atte, sono tame ni mo makerarenai [lit. for both of us, these are things we cannot compromise on, and because of those things we cannot suffer losing.] Neither of us can afford to lose, because we fight in service of our principles. It's the same for both of us. Neither of us can afford to lose, because of these principles we won't concede. Akechi ⋯だからこそ、もしも君が自分を曲げたりしたら絶対に赦さないよ。 ... dakara koso, moshi mo kimi ga jibun o megetari shitara zettai ni yurusanai yo [lit. that's exactly why, if you were to warp yourself [that way], I would absolutely never let such a sin (t/n: note the kanji) pass.] And that is precisely why... I cannot allow you to change. ... And that's precisely why, if you betrayed yourself that way... I couldn't allow it. Akechi だって、僕が負けたくないのは『君』なんだから。 datte, boku ga maketakunai no wa "kimi" nan da kara [lit. it's you as you are now who I do not want to lose to.] As you are now, as you think now... I cannot allow you to win over me. The person you are now, with those principles, and that determination—that's the one I won't ever allow to beat me.

Here's my attempt at a translation again, so you can see it all together:

Akechi: It's the same for both of us. Neither of us can afford to lose, because of these things we won't concede. Akechi: ...And that's precisely why, if you betrayed yourself that way... I couldn't allow it. Akechi: The person you are now, with those principles, and that determination—that's the one I won't ever allow to beat me.

It turns out that this phone conversation, that was originally quite mystical-sounding and hard to follow (what were you trying to say, Akechi?) is quite straightforward. It ties into to his original question. "Will I join you, Joker? Well, what if you join me instead? Just throw away all your little friends for my sake? Of course you won't—because we're the same. Both of us have things we can't give up, no matter what—and if you tried to do that, I wouldn't let you, because I value you as you are...."

This parallel between the two of them is what conf 7 is about, from the text message that opens it to the phone call that concludes it:

It's the same thing again: neither of you can afford to lose, because you're fighting for your principles. The billiard table is the stage for this wider discussion.

The billiard scene, of course, is interesting for another reason—Akechi is giving Joker a chance to back out; he's testing his commitment, and perhaps hinting that he never intended to be quite where he is, either. He states at the outset that he's being indirect, that what he's saying is a metaphor—and then closes that metaphor with a very direct question: "Do you still intend to play this game?"

Akechi それでも君は、このゲームを降りる気はないの? sore demo kimi wa, kono geemu o oriru ki wa nai no? Even then... do you still intend to play this game? But despite all of that, you still won't fold, will you?

The Japanese is even more specific: Akechi asks Joker if he intends to fold—not whether he still wants to play, but whether he means to give up entirely! "This can't be what you expected, so how about it? Will you just give up? Does this mean as much to you as it does to me? Is this a game we both choose to play, or are you just a victim?"

How much of this is Akechi blowing smoke up his own ass?—casting the fact that he's about to murder the boy in front of him in a glowing, romantic light? Pretty much all of it, I'd say. He's dreamed of having a rival, someone to compete with who challenges him, but what he's got is quite a bit more than that.

Again, the rival imagery is what allows Akechi not only to accept this close relationship, but to frame it as a life-or-death contest that only one of them can win. It confirms to him that what Lavenza describes as "a truly unfair game" is actually fair. It's about making Joker's murder seem as much Joker's fault as his own.

but what happens if you say yes?

Despite all of this, you can choose to have Joker consider Akechi's "offer"—to discard Ryuji, Morgana, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba and Haru like trash, and assist Akechi instead. It's tempting, I know.

I don't personally get the impression that Akechi likes this response, for a number of reasons. None of the three responses to his offer score confidant points, but there's something else in play: only one of these responses unlocks his third awakening.

See the F code highlighted in yellow? Only one of these three responses has it. "You're my rival" counts towards the third awakening. Rejecting him, with "I'm not doing that", does not—but more to the point, offering to be with him, with "I'll think about it", also does not!

The issue is confused because a number of us have taken option 1 (or indeed option 2, like me) and still got the third awakening on 2/2. It seems like you need some of the flagged responses, not all of them. But it remains the case that "I'll think about it" does not make Akechi more likely to have his third awakening.

What happens if you take this option?

Joker 考えておく kangaete oku I'll think about it. Akechi へえ、考えてはくれるんだ? hee, kangaete wa kureru n da? Oh? So you'll think about it, at least? What? You mean you'll consider it? Akechi ⋯でも、そういうその場限りの情はやめた方がいい。 ...demo, sou iu sono ba kagiri no jou wa yameta hou ga ii ...But I'd advise you don't say these things without their due consideration. ... Still, it would be better if you didn't trust such fleeting sentiments. Akechi 出来もしない約束はするものじゃないよ。 deki mo shinai yakusoku wa suru mono ja nai yo You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, anyway. Don't be the sort who promises the earth and walks away.

A few grammar points:

んだ n da on a question demands an explanation; Akechi's question could almost be rendered "Why on earth would you need/want to think about it?"

そういうその場限りの情 sou iu sono ba kagiri no jou—"sentiments that only matter here and now". Essentially, "sentiments that won't last"—or that are makeshift or ad hoc; Joker is making a stupid spur-of-the-moment decision.

yes, 出来もしない約束 deki mo shinai yakusoku translates idiomatically as "promising the earth". The point is not that Joker should not promise; the point is that he shouldn't be the sort of person who promises so much—and then doesn't follow through.

Again, this confidant is all about Akechi's expectations for Joker. It's about the weird belief he has in him, like the belief he has in Shido—that Joker has principles and friends and will stand by them, that those things are important and matter, even if they're diametrically opposed to Akechi's principles and the things he wants.

The fact that they foil each other in this way is a large part of what makes Joker such a worthy opponent for Akechi. So if Joker turns around and says, sure, Akechi, I'll dump all my friends so we can make out?

Akechi does not like that. He thinks better of him!—he loses respect if Joker offers this. Even if that little line about "promising the earth" suggests that, actually, yeah, he would quite like for the two of them to run away together—if only they lived in a world where it was possible.

what about "you're my rival"?

I've discussed this line before, but let's go into it for completeness.

Joker 明智は好敵手だ akechi wa koutekishu da You're my rival. Nah, you're my worthy opponent.

Do you see that Joker names Akechi there? He doesn't just say, "we're worthy opponents", or even "you're my worthy opponent", koutekishu da yo.

No, he picks Akechi out by name, and then tells him exactly what they are to each other. Because wa builds suspense. Akechi wa... (what?! what is he?!) koutekishu da. "I can't run away with you, because I need you to be this to me instead".

And this is the line with the F-code. This is the line that, if you choose it, will build towards Akechi's third awakening—which is centred on his trust in Joker, on the fact that Joker is worthy of that trust.

And how does Akechi respond?

He's astonished. He did not expect this at all, look:

On the left, the top screenshot where he's waiting for your answer; in the centre, the moment of shock, where he's pulled away and dropped his hand and his eyes are wide; on the right, a comparative overlay just to demonstrate that he pulled back.

smiles that aren't smiles

I have a half-assed theory that you can tell when Akechi is really smiling—because the model will smile with him. If you watch, for instance, Ryuji, the model's expressions match the sprite's almost exactly. But if you watch Akechi? Nah, not so much.

Here's an example. Akechi appears to smile quite often through conf 7—but if you glance away from the sprite and textbox to the model, the model is pokerfaced. Five smile sprites on the optimal route through conf 7, and not one of them—not even "you truly are fascinating"—matches the model:

But when you pick "You're my rival"? Suddenly the model's face springs to life:

It's obvious from everything else that this moment is of deep significance to Akechi. But this little detail with the smiles suggests we can confirm it.

and what does he say?

It doesn't take long for him to pull himself together:

Akechi 同意だね、僕らにはなれ合いより対等な関係こそふさわしい。 doui da ne, bokura ni wa nareai yori taitouna kankei koso fusawashii I agree. I think a relationship of equals suits us better than being co-conspirators, anyway...

This is another one that I find unclear in the localisation, so let's have at it.

nareai suggests an illicit or unduly-close union. It suggests "being in bed together" in the business sense—cosying up, colluding, conspiring. It suggests they're working together when they shouldn't be. Jisho uses the screamingly-outdated term "common-law marriage" (what we call "living together") as an example. Essentially, it suggests they're too close—or even co-dependent, in a way that corrupts them both.

In short? Akechi's "co-conspirators", nareai, means "accomplices"—what we might call "murder boyfriends".

taitouna kankei—literally, "an equal relationship"—is a set phrase, and we know what it means. It suggests a relationship where nobody is being cheated; where everyone gets out what they put in. Where the two of them compete on equal terms.

That's a very Akechi way to look at relationships. But it's also a relationship where nobody is in charge; nobody is dominant, and everyone has self-respect. Nobody is chasing after anyone or sacrificing unduly, as either would be if they joined the other. Everyone can be who they are and say what they want. Everyone can say no.

It's the sort of relationship Akechi very notably does not have with Shido. Is it the sort of relationship he has with Joker, when the two of them are hiding so much from each other and lying so much, and there's so much, like, murder going on? Nah. But as an aspiration, as a suggestion of the sort of relationship Akechi would like them to have, alongside everything else he's told us about how he sees the two of them—as similar, as equals and opposites, as bound by their principles, as destined to fight—it's almost touching.

and what does joker think?

Akechi ⋯たとえこの先、何があろうともだ。 ...tatoe kono saki, nani ga arou tomo da ...No matter what else may change. ...No matter what might come next. Akechi それだけの事を言ったんだから、逃げないでよ? sore dake no koto o itta n da kara, nigenaide yo? In any case, what you just said carries great weight. Remember what you decided, and don't run from it. All right? [lit. don't run away just because of what [I/you] said, all right?]

I'm not sure about this. It feels like it should be referring back to Akechi's last line—"don't get cold feet and run away just because I alluded ominously to whatever's coming next, okay?". I guess it could be referring to Joker's commitment, with "You're my rival"? IDK, I'm out on this one, so I'm inclined to give the localisation the benefit of the doubt.

But it doesn't matter. Because the significance of what Joker does next doesn't change:

He nods. Akechi spends the whole confidant hinting that something ominous is coming, and that the two of them are heading to an inevitable confrontation, and Joker nods.

I don't think this is really consistent with interpretations where Joker is a meek little sheep in the interrogation room. Joker might not have chosen this, he might not have wanted it, he might have by far preferred to avoid it. He'd happily back out if Akechi would just drop the whole thing and agree to act sane. But he's committed to it. He agrees to fight.

Remember, conf 7 takes place after Joker hears the murder phone call. He knows what Akechi is. He knows what he's planning. He knows the stakes—and he agrees to play, to face Akechi down.

To quote @nardaviel, that's no sheep. That's a full-on "Phantom Thieves win again, motherfucker" smirk. Joker played Akechi's game, with everything he had—and he played to win.

#persona 5 #p5 meta #japanese language #shuake #goro akechi #ren amamiya #almost the worst part of this is that akechi respecting joker for his loyalty tells you how little he respects himself #also! 'i'll think about it' CANNOT POSSIBLY unlock the third awakening #because the third awakening is *all about trust* and saying yes to akechi proves that you're a traitor #and that 'i won't forgive you if you betray your principles' on the phone? also 2/2. this is exactly what he does if you take the deal #also!! joker makes a third option to akechi's question with 'you're my rival' and this is what astonishes him besides the thing itself #also! (per leonawriter) the maruki deal ending is essentially the nareai relationship #where akira has all the power and akechi..? well #nobody is themself or choosing for themself #also as regards whether akechi is lying he proves himself through action #'i won't let you betray yourself' - he did that already if you tried to take the deal #ALSO? that 'megeru' for 'i won't let you depart from your principles comes back on 2/2 #as joker's 'i won't fold' #and ofc it's ALSO akechi's 'you'd fold over...' that precedes that. it was set up in conf 7 if you took the rival route #so tldr it's plausible that 2/2 is as much akechi fighting for his vision of joker as for his right to die. help??? #ALSO. did you wonder why it's *awakening* akechi who comes to leblanc? the one closer to you who believes in you more? #this is exactly why. awakening akechi has faith left in you to lose. non-awakening akechi already lost that faith. BYE

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Could you do an imagine with Steve rogers and yn where he takes her virginity smooth talk to her into it and she comes to shield quarters to drop off some stuff he left over and she over hears him talking to tony,Buck & the avengers a both the bet they made that Steve couldn’t f*ck yn and she gets heartbroken and uses her superpowers to fight against Steve when she barges in. Like throw him into a wall. I hope you get my concept (btw yn has powers also & she’s new to the shield inc as an avenger)

Betrayed

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Steve being an asshole, swearing, smut [ loss of virginity, fingering, protected sex, massage turned to sex, light spanking ]

A/N | Hi nonnie, thank you so much for my very first request, I hope this is what you were looking for when you thought of the prompt! After all the love and many people requesting a part 2, I finally caved and you can find that right here! 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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It has been a dream of yours ever since being recruited by SHIELD as an agent, to climb the ranks to becoming part of the Avengers. That dream finally became a reality and you were ecstatic when you found out you were accepted into the Avengers program. Right from the start all of the Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and you felt at home immediately, maybe a bit too much if you look back at it. During one of Tony's afterparties, you accidentally let it slip that you're still a virgin and that you wish you weren't anymore. There are some strange looks shared between some of the guys at your confession, but you decided to let it go at that time. Right now, however, you wish you hadn't.

After you went to bed that night, some of the guys got into a heated discussion about the fact that you're a virgin, and they all wanted to help you out. You know you're quite attractive - nothing over the top, but you take good care of yourself and it shows - so the fact that they all wanted to sleep with you wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that it was Steve who offered to do it first, did surprise every single one of the guys. ''No way you're taking her virginity, Cap. You have the sex appeal of a piece of grass,'' Clint remarked, which earned him a glare that wasn't all that nice. ''I think we should make a bet,'' Steve said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

''I want to make a bet if I can do it or not. If I win, I won't have to go on missions for a month. If you guys win, I will take one mission of your hands of your choice, each,'' Steve offered and they immediately agreed to these terms. And that is how Steve tried to talk you into his bed, which took more effort than he had anticipated, you weren't as easy as you made yourself sound that night. It took him a little over 5 months, but eventually, his hard work and patience paid off, for him at least.

~ 5 months later ~

You just went on a gruesome mission with all of the Avengers, and it was already late so instead of flying home now, all of you went to a hotel and spend the night. You had been incredibly frustrated for a while, and this mission was too much at this point. The mission ended up being successful, but Steve was being an asshole towards you the entire time, all to get under your skin for his gain, with the bet still in his mind. All the other Avengers quickly teamed up with the rooms, so your only option was to share a room with Steve, and you weren't happy with that. In the slightest.

''Guys, can any one of you please switch with me? I can't look at his face right now and I want to smack that smug grin of his fucking face,'' you say through gritted teeth, but they aren't helping one bit. ''Sorry doll, we always have the same sleeping arrangements and Steve usually sleeps alone, so you don't have a choice,'' Bucky said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ''You guys are unbelievable,'' you said and you opened the door to your shared bedroom, rushing in to get away from all of them.

''Don't mind them,'' Steve said when he followed you and you let yourself fall on your back on the bed. ''Maybe it's a good thing you and I are sharing a bedroom tonight, I had a plan to get both of our frustrations out of our systems,'' Steve said with an innocent look in his eyes. ''You do...?'' you ask him, unsure where he's going with this. ''Yeah, I find that a massage works well, get someone to rub all my frustrations away. I brought some massage oil that I could use on you if you want,'' he offered, and you were thinking about it. ''I'm gonna take a shower first though, I don't want to be disgusting when you massage me,'' you said.

When you were in the shower, Steve texted the guys' group chat that his plan would work, you agreed to a massage and he would most definitely be able to turn it around so he could fuck your brains out later that night. When you came back from your shower, you put your hair in a claw clip so it would be out of the way, and you noticed Steve already prepared his bed to be used as the massage 'table'. ''Please, lay down without the towel so I can reach your entire back with ease,'' he said with a small grin on his face, but you did it. You needed a way to get this frustration out of your body, and it was worth a shot. ''Lay down for me, baby,'' he said and you didn't even think twice about the nickname he gave you.

You did as he said and made yourself comfortable. ''No towel baby, that was it's easier for me to reach everywhere,'' Steve said and because you're lying on your stomach, you can't see the smug look he has on his face. He took the towel away and softly gasped at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than he thought you'd be and he was very happy he got to do this. He put a little bit of the massage oil on your back and his hands before he started, rubbing it all over your shoulders and back first, just grazing your cheeks when he's rubbing it over your lower back, teasing you ever so slightly. After it's nice and spread out he starts putting some pressure and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

''Mmh Steve, feels good,'' you softly moan and he smiles at the way you praise him, happy he can make you feel that good. ''Are you feeling better yet, baby?'' he asked and you nodded, letting out a content sigh. The fact that you're completely naked is long forgotten, you were very comfortable around Steve now with his hands running over your body like that. ''Got some more pressure points in my lower back you could massage,'' you tell him, it's always been a point that's bothering you and now that he was massaging you, it was the perfect timing to get help. ''Like this?'' he said as he put a bit more pressure on your lower back with his palms, moving from your spine outwards and down to your hips. This makes you groan, and in all honesty, a little turned on too.

When he's taken good care of your shoulders and back, he moves on to your calves and thighs. ''Time for these beautiful legs,'' he says as he silently takes off his shirt and pants, they were getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was getting pretty hard from just massaging you. He was standing in his boxer briefs and you didn't notice, completely taken over by pure bliss. He dripped a little oil on both your legs, stopping right beneath your cheeks and he put it to the side, ready for later. He started massaging at your ankles and slowly work his way up to your thighs, giving special attention to the tops, near your ass. His fingers slowly move up and when he's kneading and rubbing your ass, you let out a gasp which turns into a moan.

''S-Steve...'' you say but he quickly cuts you off, ''Shh, it's okay baby, this is normal,'' he says and he starts kneading more roughly, even going as far as landing a slap on both your cheeks at the same time, watching them ripple under his hands. ''Fuck, doing so good for me, baby,'' Steve praised you and you couldn't help but enjoy it, even though you knew in the back of your head it was still wrong. It was at that moment Steve couldn't take it any longer, and his hand wandered down between your thighs, cupping your dripping pussy. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet baby, 'm gonna take good care of you,'' he says as he slowly slides his fingers through your folds, giving special attention to your clit with his middle finger. You moan loudly at the feeling, your ass automatically lifting in the air at the feeling.

''Such a good girl for me right now, letting me take good care of you,'' he praised you and you started clenching around nothing. ''Steve, please,'' you whimpered, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you by now. ''What is it, baby? What do you need from me? Just say it and I'll do it,'' he says, whispering the words in your ear as he pushes your thighs further apart for better access. ''Need you, need your fingers inside me,'' you said shyly and he happily complied, immediately shoving 2 fingers deep inside your dripping entrance without warning. This makes you gasp loudly and grind your hips against his hand. ''How does it feel baby?'' Steve asks with a huge grin on his face while picking up his pace and curling his fingers so he can continue to stimulate your sweet spot.

''G-good, gonna cum,'' you moan as you keep grinding against his fingers. He uses his other hand to play some more with your clit and before you know it, you feel your orgasm wash over you while you moan out his name loudly. ''Yes, let everyone know who's making you feel this good baby,'' he said, knowing full well all the guys could hear what you were doing through the tins walls of the hotel. ''Fuck, feels so good,'' you say as you come down from your high. Steve pulls his fingers softly out of you before turning you over on your back, so he could massage the front of your body. He started with your legs, giving them the same treatment as when he massaged the back of your legs, but avoiding your sensitive pussy this time.

Next up is your stomach, which he drips some oil onto before massaging it deeply, so you let out soft whimpers, especially when his hands' ghost over the underside of your breasts, which were beautifully exposed for his viewing pleasure, your nipples still hard after your first orgasm. ''Those breasts look delicious baby,'' Steve cooed and it made you giggle a little bit before he softly grabbed them and massaged them, giving extra attention to your sensitive nipples. He noticed every single whine, whimper, and moan coming out of you when he played with them, either by rubbing, tugging, or softly flicking them, and he was reveling in the sounds that left your lips.

He finished with your upper chest and neck before leaning down and softly kissing you, which you have been longing for this entire time. He wasn't your first kiss, but he was by far the best you ever had, and you didn't hesitate when he slipped his soft, warm tongue in your mouth to explore every single inch of it. He sat down on the bed and removed his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock, which was laying on your thigh as he took his place between your legs. ''Steve, condom please,'' you said. You were on birth control and this was your first time, but you weren't sure where he had been and didn't want to risk either getting pregnant or an STD, but Steve didn't mind, he always used one anyways.

He grabbed one from the nightstand - thank god he came prepared - and ripped open the foil before rolling it onto his hard length. ''Are you ready baby?'' he asked and you said yes, giving him a soft smile too. ''Need you inside me,'' you said and without a second to think about it, Steve was pushing himself into your entrance, the burning sensation quickly subsiding and making way for pleasure. He is very big and a lot to get used to, but in no time he was buried inside you completely, letting you get used to the sensation as he bent over, stealing soft kisses from your lips. ''Steve, please move,'' you beg softly and he does, going slow at first but slowly picking up the pace, making you moan louder every single time.

Sure, he may be doing this for a bet, but he was still mindful of the fact that this is your very first time, and he did want to give you the pleasure you deserve, and not go too rough at first. ''Steve, harder'' you beg, and with that, he quickly picks up the pace as you wrap your legs around his waist, so he can hit the deepest spots inside you. ''F-fuck, Steve, gonna cum-'' you practically yelled when your orgasm washed over you again, making your vision go temporarily black with the intensity of it, Steve followed quickly after with the chant of your name, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills his cum inside of the condom. ''Fuck, feels so good around me baby, such a good girl for me,'' he says before pulling out. The rest of the night is spent lazily making out and cuddling, before falling asleep in each other's arms.

~ 3 weeks after the mission ~

You and Steve talked about what happened that night and both agreed nothing more would come of it, it was just a one-time thing to get both your frustrations out and you would remain friends. He talked to the guys about it and they all heard, clapping him on his back and saying he won the bet fair and square, so they would pick up his missions for the next month. ''How was it?'' Tony asked and he told them all about the massage and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside you. They were still talking about the bet when you happened to walk into the room since you accidentally left some files in the living room you needed to prepare.

''Good job Steve, you won the bet fair and square, I didn't think you would fuck her but you earned it'' Bucky said as he got up, and immediately you realize they're talking about you. ''What bet are you guys talking about?'' you ask, and all the guys' heads snap in your direction. ''Y/N, hey...'' Steve said, his face becoming bright red. ''Did you guys seriously bet on if he was able to fuck me? You guys are fucking unbelievable,'' you snarled at each of them, but you're the most mad at Steve. ''You're such a dick, Steve, you know that?'' you yelled at him and you felt your powers come out, usually you tried to keep them hidden since they could cause quite a lot of destruction. ''Using me for a fucking bet?!'' is the last thing you said before you lifted Steve off his chair with your mind, using your telekinesis.

You slam him into the wall on the other side of the living room with your full force, making him go through it like the wall was made of a thin sheet of paper. ''Don't ever fuck with me like that again, or he won't be the only one on the receiving end of my powers,'' you say to the rest of the guys, and they quickly scramble away. To make Steve hurt even more, you walked over to him and made him squirm by giving him a head-splitting headache with your mind, as he grabbed his head to stop it. ''Y/N PLEASE STOP!'' he begged you, but you didn't. You want him to hurt just as much as you were. ''Oh no Rogers, you don't get to beg now, you earned everything I'm going to do with you,” Your power got out of hand and when Wanda walked into the living room, she managed to snap you out of it at the right time, if she didn't you would've killed him.

And just like that, your dream of becoming an Avenger is completely shattered.

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[littlemissfiore]

Cigarettes out the Window. | Vinsmoke Sanji x fem! Reader

summary: sanji falls in love with a woman he truly loves, but faith does not grant him such luck. obligated by his family to go through an arranged marriage he does not want to partake in. sanji has to decide which path in life he wants to take.

tags: modern au!, doctor!reader, friends-to-lovers, sanji's pov, horrible family dynamics, mentions of sex, spoilers to WCI arc, no use of [y/n], angst

note: if you can read this, it means this fanfic made it out of the draft hell. it's kinda long too, was going full novel mode, chopper also doesn't exist in this au (sorry), i wanted to put my own spin on the WCI arc but if it were set in modern au, hopefully it goes well, you can also imagine this as a la!op Sanji

The Baratie was full compared to other nights. Like, god awfully full, was there some sort of special event going on? Sanji didn't know nor did he have the time to ponder something so trivial. He had tables to serve and Zeff was already losing his mind in the kitchen in desperate need of Sanji.

He took a long inhale from his cigarette before heading back inside the restaurant. Throwing it and stomping it on the ground, first clearing his throat before letting out a cough.

Shit. When was the last time he had visited a doctor? All that smoking was not good for him, Sanji knew that. Although, he could care less, fixing his posture and tie before heading back inside the Baratie.

"Where the hell is Sanji!?" yelled Zeff, smacking the kitchen counters. Sanji's footsteps were heard amongst the sizzling and loud noises in the kitchen. "Well I'll be damned, look who decided to make an appearance."

Sanji scoffs. "Decided to take a small break," he responds, picking up his blazer from the rack and putting it on. "Y'know, since I'm not allowed in the kitchen."

"You most definitely won't after this," Zeff states, even though this was not the first time Sanji heard this. "Now, get out there and serve some customers! You're holding us back!"

Usually, Sanji and Zeff would argue and go back and forth. It was tedious, but no matter how many times he tried standing up for himself. That old man would refuse to have him help out in the kitchen. Tonight, Sanji begrudgingly chooses to keep his mouth shut and head out to serve customers.

The Baratie was full, more so than other nights. It was going to be one hellish night for Sanji and the rest of the cooking crew, he was sure of it. Foolish of him to think he would be able to get out early and spend the rest of his night with his friends. Sanji made his rounds around the restaurant, making sure the guests felt comfortable and satisfied.

Everything seemed to be going okay-wait-did his eyes betray him? No. A beautiful lady sitting all by herself? Impossible!

Leaving a beautiful lady all on her own in a big restaurant like the Baratie should be a crime. Sanji watched as she looked everywhere in the restaurant, probably waiting for her date to arrive. She didn't look nervous, but one would be foolish enough to not see the obvious disappointment plastered all over her face.

Make all the guests feel welcomed and comfortable at the Baratie, thought Sanji as he made his way to the lady.

"M'lady," started Sanji. You did a little jump on your seat, surprised by the sudden appearance of the waiter. You turned around to look at him with big wide eyes, expecting him to say something. Cute, was all Sanji could think at the moment. "I'm sorry for startling you, have you decided what you would like to have for the night?"

You shook your head weakly, "No," you responded, looking down at the menu. "I'm waiting for my date but he hasn't arrived yet. Looks like I'll have to eat alone..."

Sanji was baffled. That's the only way he could describe what he was feeling right now. What kind of man left a woman alone in a restaurant, especially on a date.

"A gorgeous woman such as yourself shouldn't be eating alone," stated Sanji, a sly smirk lingering on his lips. Your date might have passed off his chance with you, but he certainly wasn't going to.

Your stare lingered before realizing he was complimenting you. You felt your face grow hot, your eyes immediately glued on the menu to avoid his stare. "Oh..! Um... Thank you!" you responded, shyly. You closed the menu and set it down on the table in front of you, turning to look at the waiter. "But I'll just have a glass of water. I don't think I'll be eating anything tonight."

Nonsense, thought Sanji. "A beautiful lady like yourself should enjoy our very best!" Sanji stated, proudly. How funny, Sanji would always complain about Baratie. Now, here he is, trying to give the best impression he can of the restaurant. You didn't seem entirely convinced, just absentmindedly staring at him. "On the house."

You smiled. "You're doing a lot more for me than my date," you gesture towards the other seat that was empty.

"And let a lovely lady like yourself be all alone tonight? Never," flirted Sanji, making you flustered. You chuckled shyly, he could tell his compliments made you feel giddy.

Before you could continue the conversation, out of the corner of his eye, Sanji could see Zeff glaring at him from a distance. While his chivalry was not a problem, the amount of time he wasted swooning over women cost the restaurant time and money.

Are we paying you to tend to customers or flirt with women?! Sanji could already hear that old man yelling at him. Before you could continue with your conversation, he fixed his blazer.

"I'm sorry, madam," started Sanji. "I have to tend to the other customers but I promise you I will be right back."

All you could do was giggle and nod your head. "Alright!" you gave him a smile before he walked off. Sanji walked past Zeff, expecting him to berate him but he just felt his gaze follow him all the way to the kitchen.

Tch! That old man was always on his ass. How could Zeff not see he was tending to a beautiful lady who's date didn't bother to show up last minute. Of course, how would he know? He's never had a wife. Sanji just needed to take these plates out to their respective tables, then, he could talk to the beautiful lady sitting by herself.

Yet, when he stepped out of the kitchen, you were no longer there. Maybe you were in the bathroom, fixing your makeup. Could you have possibly been crying? No, Sanji shakes his head. The sooner he can serve the plates, the sooner he can check up on you. You still needed your glass of water!

After he finished making his rounds, Sanji made his way to your table. He had a glass of water on his hand, setting it down on the table. You were nowhere to be found, the only thing left on the table was the menu and a folded twenty dollar bill.

Oh, you were gone.

Sanji frowned. It broke his heart to think a beautiful lady like yourself would leave out of embarrassment. It did not help that you were surrounded by people around you who had dates or friends accompanying them. What a shame, he truly wished he would have made your night.

Sanji's cough was getting worse by the day. He tried holding on for as long as he could but, alas, he succumbed to his sickness.

"Good, don't come back 'til that nasty cold of yours is gone," Zeff stated simply. Of course, he of all people would say that. Sanji felt like he could hear the man thanking the heavens from the other side of the phone. "Check with a doctor, is probably all that smoking you do."

"I'm fine," Sanji said through gritted teeth before letting out a horrible cough.

"Check yourself, boy!" yelled Zeff through the phone. "I will not allow you back into Baratie if you do not get better. So get off your lazy ass and go see a bloody doctor."

"Even outside of work, you love to order me around," spat Sanji, glaring down at his phone. "Fine! I'll get it checked out, you can stop complaining."

"Fine!" was the last thing Zeff said before hanging up.

That old man, always thinking he could intrude not only at work but in his personal life as well. Sanji coughed, holding his chest to try and ease the pain. He hadn't been to the doctor in a while, maybe he did need to check himself out.

Bzzt!

Sanji stared at his screen, reading off the text message.

Reiju Father wants to talk to you read 2:30

Sanji chose to ignore the message sent by his sister, there was no way she could convince him to talk to his father. After all these years, he wants to talk to him? After he kicked him out of his house and disowned him.

Sanji shook his head, a desperate attempt to shake off all the bad thoughts that started to crawl in his head. There was no use thinking about his old life, he was happier now. With friends who cared about him, even old man Zeff cared about Sanji in his own way.

Sanji lets out another horrible cough, man, was he feeling shitty. There was no use beating around the bush, he needed someone to take care of him. What better person to do that than the woman he trusts the most, Nami.

Sanji Nami~ I'm sick. Your presence would help me feel better ! ❤️

"Nami!" exclaimed Sanji, swinging his door wide open. He was excited to have alone time with a beautiful woman such as Nami. What else could he ask for? "And, Usopp."

Sanji frowns. "Don't get too excited to see me now," stated Usopp, holding his arms up in the air. "She told me to accompany her."

"I figured you needed more than just my company, Sanji," smirked Nami, making her way to his fridge and rummaging through it. She grabbed the first beer she could find, popping the cap off with the handle of the fridge. Oh, Nami! The woman that you are. "Ah! This tastes great! Good thing you're driving Usopp."

"What!" cried Usopp, glaring at the red-head. "Is this why you brought me all along!?"

Nami pressed her lips together. "Hmm... maybe!" she responded back, shamelessly. "You look like you went through hell, Sanji."

Sanji cleared his throat, forcing a smile for Nami even if his body felt like it was giving out on him. "You look as beautiful as ever, Nami."

"Have you ever visited a doctor yet?" asked Usopp, folding his arms. Sanji faces his friend, his blank expression giving Usopp a clear answer. "Now, that's why, you have not gotten better."

"How long has it been since you've seen a doctor?" asked Nami, sitting on Sanji's couch.

"It's... been a while," Sanji said, through gritted teeth.

"You're definitely gonna be the first one to go out of all of us," joked Usopp, earning a nasty glare from his blonde friend.

"Men..." sighed Nami, pulling out her phone. "Lucky for me, I have my own doctor. Free of charge!"

"Who?" asked Usopp, now sitting next to Nami.

It was almost as if Usopp was the one who needed to go to the doctor's office.

"I'm not saying!" Nami stuck out her tongue before chuckling. She turned to Sanji, acknowledging his presence. "She's cool, she can probably fix you up! She owes me a favor, anyway."

Sanji chuckled, heading to the kitchen to fix up a small snack for his friends. "You don't have to do all that for me, darling," he said, smiling. "I can manage."

Following right after was a string of long horrible coughs coming from Sanji. What a pain, it was unbearable he had to use the kitchen counter for support. Nami and Usopp look over at him from the couch before heading up to Sanji and leading him to bed.

"Yeah, I'm definitely calling her," grunts Nami. "This will cost you! You better feed me well once your health improves!"

Nami left Usopp alone to carry Sanji to bed while she searched through her phone. Finally finding the number and putting the call on speaker, Nami greeted, "Hello~, Love! Say.. are you free right now? I have a big favor to ask of you."

What a small world it was.

Who would've thought the girl from the restaurant was Nami's friend and a doctor. It was hilariously convenient, not that Sanji was complaining though. He was able to see your pretty face again. Just the flustered look you gave him as he laid in his bed was enough to know you recognized him.

"You two know each other already?" asked Usopp.

"From where?" Nami questioned, looking at you. From the look on your face, you were a little embarrassed that your love life would soon be on display while you're tending to someone.

"That one restaurant you told me to go to-" "Baratie, love," Sanji interrupted you. "Sorry, darling. I just work there, got to give that place some free promotion."

You chuckled.

"Stop flirting with my doctor, I don't need her running away because of your antics," huffed Nami. She turned to look at you baffled while you took Sanji's hand and checked his pulse. "Did the guy even show up?"

You shook your head, intently focused on Sanji before asking him any questions. "Something about an emergency, never texted me again," you mumbled.

Wow! That guy must've been a loser, thought Sanji. Not only had he ghosted a lady and left her alone at a restaurant, she was also a doctor. A cute doctor at that. No, gorgeous, no-wait-, a stunning woman. Ugh, thought Sanji. There were so many words to describe your beauty, it felt like he could write a novel.

"Well that guy is a loser, doesn't know what he's missing out on," cried Nami, putting her arms around you. "Don't worry, I'll marry you!"

"Yes, some guys can be dumb," stated Usopp, nodding his head.

Sanji let out a horrible cough, his body feeling disoriented as he held his chest. You searched through your bag, taking out your stethoscope and putting it around your neck.

"If you guys don't mind, can you leave us alone?" You asked, bluntly. "I shouldn't take too long, don't worry."

Even in his worst state, Sanji could feel a smile creep onto his lips. Nami did not miss his expression, giving him slight glares knowing he was secretly excited about having one-on-one interaction with a woman.

"Don't try anything weird, I can't afford to lose my doctor, they aren't cheap," said Nami, grabbing Usopp by the arms and dragging him out the room. Before closing the door, Nami points at you, "If he tries anything weird, tell me."

"Don't be jealous my dear Nami," joked Sanji, earning a giggle from you.

"As if!" with that Nami slams the door shut, leaving you and Sanji alone.

You let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, I was getting a little overwhelmed," You said. "What seems to be the problem here? You have a pretty bad cold from what I see."

"There is no problem here, darling," Sanji sits in an upright position on his bed. "It seems faith had plans for us to meet again."

"Seems so," you respond, curtly before putting on the ear tips from the stethoscope. "Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

"Hm." Was the only thing you responded with as you placed the bell on Sanji's chest. Sanji felt his heart drop, why did you respond like that? Did you find smokers unattractive? Sure he knew he had a nasty habit of smoking but he never figured it was too bad, right?

Why was Sanji doubting himself so hard? Why did his chest feel like it was all tied up in knots? He'd seen plenty of beautiful women, but now that you were in his presence he felt like he was struck by lightning. This was the first time Sanji had ever reacted like this. He usually had a collected demeanor, even when flirting with attractive ladies. Now, he didn't even know what to say, how to feel.

"Wow! Your heart is beating fast!" you exclaimed, worriedly. "Do you feel okay? I'm going to check and see if you have a fever, alright?"

You leaned in towards Sanji, the back of your hand softly landing on his cheeks. He felt his face turn red at the close proximity the two of you had. Get it together! You've been around women! Sanji scolded himself.

"You're burning up," you mentioned, sliding your hand to his forehead. "I think you might've contracted the flu, you should rest and drink plenty of water."

W-what?, thought Sanji. "That's all...?" his whisper coming out raspy. He was upset you were now leaving.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not allowed to give you any prescription medicine," you started, as you put away your things. "But if you go to a pharmacy store, you should get some medicine specifically for the flu. It'll fix you up faster, plus, you should quit smoking. At least for the time being while you recover."

There was a small silence between the both of you, listening to the rustling of your bad.

"Y'know you were beautiful that night, ma chérie?" started Sanji, staring at you starstruck. By the look of your face, you were caught off guard. He was taking a big risk flirting with you like this. "That jackass doesn't know how to appreciate a beauty like you."

Sanji watched your breathing stop for a second, taking in what was happening to you. He hadn't known you but by your reaction it seemed like you weren't used to these types of comments. What a shame, thought Sanji. He would shower you with praise every day if you would let him.

"T-thank you," you mustered the courage to say while facing down at the floor. "If you need anything, Nami has my number!"

You quickly gather your things and head towards the door, opening it. Usopp and Nami pretend to make small talk, acting as if they weren't trying to eavesdrop through the door. "I hope you get better soon!" you yelled out, leaving Sanji's room in a hurry and leaving the apartment.

Sanji's heart ached a little. He hoped he hadn't made you uncomfortable with his excessive flirting. He just couldn't resist you though. A woman of such high caliber as yourself should be showered with nothing but praise.

"You better not have said anything weird, or you're dead," frowned Nami, crossing her arms.

Even if he did, Sanji is sure he will make it up to you.

In the following weeks, no woman occupied his mind other than you. Sanji made sure to keep in touch with you, first pretending he needed another check-up to make sure he rid himself of his sickness. Then it turned from sending each other a few messages a day, to full blown conversations. Nobody had seen him like this, hell, nobody actually thought a day like this would come.

The day Sanji had confessed to his friends he had his eyes set on you, he was met with mixed reactions. Usopp and Luffy cheered him on, immediately telling Sanji to confess his feelings for you and sweep you off your feet. All Zoro could do was scoff, muttering to Nami 'let's see how long this lasts' before plopping on the couch. Sanji could see Nami's face becoming red, indicating how displeased she was.

"You womanizer!" Nami clenched her fist. "You better be serious about this! That poor girl cannot handle another heartbreak, you hear me!?"

Sanji felt a little hurt by Nami's comment but knew she was only saying it out of care for her friend. They've been friends for years, she has witnessed him flirt with almost every girl in the country by now.

"Relax, Nami, this is Sanji we're talking about," said Luffy.

"Exactly," huffed Nami, crossing her arms.

"When will we get to meet the lucky lady?" asked Luffy with a wide grin. A small smile was plastered on Sanji's face as Luffy kept asking him the same question.

Huh... Sanji hadn't thought about it. Now his mind was imagining what it would be like for you to meet his friends. His found family, how well you would get along with them. Sanji felt like a schoolboy with all that daydreaming he was doing in his head.

Vinsmoke Sanji, finally finding the woman of his dreams after spending years flirting with so many women. It started becoming more noticeable as the days passed. Before, he spent his time at the Baratie flirting with women and swooning them with free meals. Now, Zeff would catch him being on his phone, usually smiling down at whatever text message you had sent him.

Both his friends and the crew at the Baratie did not chastise Sanji whenever they saw him glued to his phone. No, instead, they would stand in front of him in disbelief. It was baffling, almost as if Sanji wasn't... Sanji.

The old man, Zeff, probably caught on before any of Sanji's friends could. He came into work more of an airhead than usual. His incessant flirting with women was now dialed back. Sanji still gave them pet names, but now he wasn't asking them for their phone numbers or to wait for him at the end of his shift.

Actually, there was one time a woman waited for Sanji at the end of his shift. Zeff was rather annoyed he had to tend to this customer when it was already closing time.

"Do you need anything?" asked Zeff, trying his best not to sound annoyed. He could tell you were nervous, stumbling on your words.

"I'm here to see Sanji, if he's here!" you said, hoping you weren't bothering them. Zeff stared at you, trying to connect the pieces together. Were you the girl Sanji was constantly messaging throughout his shift? "He told me to wait here since it's raining outside, if that's okay..."

Yes, you were the girl Sanji was so busy swooning over. "I'll bring him out for you, take a seat," Zeff walked away from you and into the kitchen.

"Hey, Sanji!" Zeff shouted loud enough for the crew to hear. Sanji appears with a dish already prepared on his hand, wondering why the old man called out for him. "Your girl is here..."

Zeff did not miss the way Sanji's eyes lit up, there was no malintent, just pure happiness. Sanji starts making his way towards you but is stopped by Zeff. "Where are you going with that plate, boy?"

Sanji didn't bother trying to argue with the old man, simply rolling his eyes before answering. "She just got off work and she's hungry," was the only thing Sanji responded with before heading out.

The crew watched in silence, surprised both men did not instantly start a screaming match with each other.

"Yep," started Zeff. "That boy is in love, Patty. Who would've thought the day would come." The Baratie crew can only snicker.

Sanji was excited for you to try out his new dish. Sure, you have already tasted his cooking since he would prepare food for you whenever he could; but this dish was special. It was something new, and Sanji could not wait for you to try it. He saw you already sitting at a table, nervously looking around at the empty space around you.

"My lovely lady!" exclaimed Sanji, making his presence known. He saw the way your eyes lit up, immediately getting shy.

"Sanji! How are you?" You asked, watching him place the dish right in front of you.

He sat next to you, he couldn't contain his excitement. "Oh, I feel much better now that you are here," flirted Sanji, making you turn shy. "I tried a new recipe, you're the first one to try it so let me know if it tastes good."

You giggle. "Whatever you cook for me, I know will be good," you complimented him, grabbing a fork and eating away.

Sanji was nervous. He had confidence in his cooking skill, he knew he was a great cook. Hell, his friends and strangers alike would always rave about his cooking. Sanji had yet to come across someone who did not enjoy his cooking. He had food critics from around the country come and visit the Baratie just to get a taste of his cooking. To Sanji, though, he could care less about the opinions of those snobby rich critics. Your opinion meant more to him than some five star review.

You seemed to be enjoying the dish Sanji made for you, seeing as you were only focused on eating. Over the past few weeks, Sanji was able to pick up on your habits. Whenever you had a rough day at work, you would enjoy eating the dish Sanji made you in silence. Even though he loved nothing more than talking to you, he'd prefer you eat first. The first week he met you, you would skip meals even though you were a doctor. From then on, Sanji made it his mission to make you a dish whenever he had the chance.

"Hm~, this is amazing, I should make you my husband," you teased. You had no clue just how much love Sanji poured into this dish he made you. You overtook his thoughts in every department, this dish was made out of genuine care for you. He would be honored if you made him your husband.

"I have some good news!" You exclaimed, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"Tell me all about it, love," smiled Sanji, seeing your grin widen and getting all giddy. He loved how you got excited whenever you wanted to tell him something that interested you.

"There's a new aquarium that just opened downtown," you started, moving your seat closer to him. "It has all kinds of exotic fish and beautiful marine mammals!"

"Hm, maybe I should check it out, give me ideas for what I might prepare next," joked Sanji as you gasped. You slapped his arm playfully, calling him mean.

"Well... You see," you started as you twiddled with your thumbs. Sanji noticed how you refused to look him in the face. He saw your flustered expression as you tried to figure out what to say next. "A-a co-worker of mine, he gave me free tickets to the aquarium."

Sanji's heart dropped. He? As in... Male? Has somebody else asked you out on a date already? Sanji could hear his heart slowly break but he tried keeping a calm demeanor. Right now all he wanted to do was curl up on his bed and cry.

"Him and his girlfriend broke up and he didn't want the tickets to go to waste," you scratched your head, your eyes roaming around everywhere but Sanji. He felt his heart break a little more. "Anyways, he gave me two tickets... a-and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"

You finally look up at Sanji, your flustered expression showing all over your face. What? It had hit him like a train all of the sudden. You were asking him to go out with you to the aquarium. Sanji had prepared many scenarios in his head, but this one he did not expect. It was almost as if you were asking him out on a date.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to..." you try to hide the sadness in your voice. Sanji hadn't realized he had been blanking out for a bit, explaining why you were so hesitant.

"N-no! It's not like that!" Sanji exclaimed, desperately trying to salvage the situation. "If anything, I'm honored you would like to go with me."

Was this his chance? Sanji had dreamed of this moment since he was young. A beautiful prince finally meeting his beautiful princess, it felt like something out of a fairytale.

This was his chance. Sanji had to seal the deal.

"Love," Sanji gently held your chin with his fingers, as you tried to keep your eyes on him trying hard not to show your flustered expression. "How about we make it an official date?"

Sanji felt your body tense, you always had this reaction whenever he complimented you. He wasn't sure if it was because you valued your personal space, or because you were caught up in the moment. Regardless, Sanji loved seeing your expression when he treated you sweetly.

You nodded your head. "Yes," you whispered. "It's a date."

You were so cute showing how excited you were. It was hard for Sanji not to swoop in and plant his lips on top of yours. If only he could just lean a little closer-

"Hey, you two!" a thunderous voice erupted, making you jump from your seat. Both you and Sanji turned to look at Zeff who was holding the kitchen door open. "We're about to leave, if you guys want to stay in here, be my guest!"

With that, the old man walked away. Sanji chuckled and turned to face you, "You wanna get out of here?" he asked. You nodded your head, as both of you stood up from your seats. "First, let me introduce you to this old geezer, Zeff. I promise you, he's not as intimidating as he seems."

"He's pretty scary to me," you joked. While both of you made your way to the kitchen, your hand magically interlocked with Sanji's.

How could words explain just how absolutely stunning you looked. Sanji caught a glimpse one night of how beautiful you looked all dressed up. Usually, he would see you in your work clothes, which he didn't mind, he got to see you in that white lab coat. Although, now, Sanji was able to bask in your beauty. Seeing how you put so much effort to look presentable for your date, you look so cute!

"Darling, you look absolutely stunning," complimented Sanji, taking your hand and placing a kiss on top. He gifted you a bouquet of flowers with a letter attached to it. "Read it when you get home, love."

You shyly nodded, putting the letter on your table to read for later.

Sanji held your hand, leading you to his car and finally making your way to the aquarium. You couldn't contain your excitement on the way there, explaining to him what animal you were most excited to see. It was cute, really. Nami had told him how excited you were for this date and just how head over heels you were for Sanji.

Nami I don't know how you did it, but I better hear good things from you after tonight. read 6:27pm

Sanji couldn't help but crack a smile, seeing how overprotective Nami was of you. He had no doubt in his mind that Nami would put him in his place if he crossed the line. Although, Sanji had no plans of leaving you anytime soon.

He watched you, starstruck by your beauty as you stared at the fishes in the tank. The way you stared at the fishes with such focus, pointing to Sanji every fish you found intriguing. Your skin was glowing beautifully all thanks to the water's reflection shining onto you.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning your attention to Sanji.

"I think..." He smiled, tucking your hair over your ear, before pointing at a big fish. "I think I've actually cooked that fish at Baratie before."

You gasp before stifling out a laugh. "You're cruel," you said, your eyes locking onto him.

No, you're cruel. The way you cemented yourself into Sanji's heart. The way you made him feel like he was finally allowed to be selfish. How, no matter how many women hit on him or flirt with him, you're the only one taking over his mind.

"Look at this one!" you pointed at a Green sunfish. "He reminds me of your friend!"

"Ha! That is mosshead!" laughed Sanji, pointing at the fish alongside you. He took out his phone from his pocket to take a picture of the fish. "I have to send this to the Strawhats group chat!"

As Sanji zoomed in on the Green sunfish and took a quick picture, he felt your gaze on him. He could've sworn he saw you give him a warm smile, watching him have his own fun. Sanji puts his phone away, giving you his full undivided attention.

"Sanji..." you started. He felt a shiver run down his spine as his name rolled off your tongue. Your hands were a little shaky as you went to grab his black tie.

"L-love-!" started Sanji but before he could speak, you pulled him towards you and planted a kiss on his lips.

Sanji's body felt like it was on fire. As a young boy, he always thought he would be the first one to initiate a kiss. Now here he was, getting a kiss from you first, not that he minded. If anything, it proved to him that you were just as crazy for him as he was for you.

You pulled away, refusing to look him in the eyes and planted your head on his chest out of embarrassment. Sanji couldn't help but laugh at how cute you were, you had pulled the first move and now you were acting all shy. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and held you closely.

Two lovers enjoying their moment, blissfully unaware of the world around them.

"What are you doing here?" growled Sanji, staring at the woman sitting on his couch. It was his sister, Reiju.

"You've been ignoring my calls," she answered, unamused.

"Yeah? Well, maybe I've been ignoring them for a reason," scoffed Sanji, taking off his coat.

"Father wants to talk to you," Reiju went straight to the point. "He's been wanting to get a hold of you."

"Tell him to piss off!" yelled Sanji, heated. "That man has done nothing good for me, I don't want anything to do with him. In fact, he was the one who didn't want anything to do with me first."

Sanji swore he saw his sister's face drop, remembering the mistreatment of her younger brother.

"I know that..." spat Reiju. "But I'm here to try and spare you the trouble. If you continue to ignore his request, he will make you talk to him."

"Like I said, he has no right trying to come back into my life like nothing happened," said Sanji. "Now, if you would kindly leave me be, I would appreciate it very much."

Reiju's eyes don't leave Sanji's intense stare, sighing, before getting up from the chair and making her way out. She gives her younger brother one last look, one of shame.

"I hope things go well for you..." muttered Reiju, already out the door.

Sanji frowned. "Goodbye, Reiju."

And with that, he slammed the door.

Sanji felt like the happiest man in the entire world.

He is the happiest man in the world.

Being with you the past few weeks, Sanji had never felt more alive. You surround everything around him, whether it be from the dishes he cooks you or the music you play for him on a daily basis. Sanji could never get enough of you, you occupied every single one of his thoughts.

I got lucky, thought Sanji as he watched you dance with his friends. The bonfire was brightly lit, reflecting an orange tint on not only you but all of his friends. This was beautiful, almost like a scene taken straight out of a movie.

Sanji felt relieved that you got along well with his group of friends. He knew they were a bit much to handle, their personalities could be all over the place. He had remembered when he met Luffy at the Baratie, he was accompanied by Nami, Zoro and Usopp. It was a relatively small friend group before it expanded.

A few years ago, Sanji would've never imagined he'd have a big group of friends; ones who he considered his found family. Not that he didn't consider Zeff and the cooking crew at the Baratie his family. Zeff was his father-figure, the one who pushed him to befriend Luffy, to pursue his dreams and aspirations.

Now, here Sanji was, with his friends and lover, enjoying the beautiful night by drinking and dancing. He was content, so much so, he was sitting next to Zoro enjoying his beer. They were always at each other's throats; but tonight, they enjoyed each other's presence as they watched the others have fun.

"You sure are happier than ever before..." muttered Zoro, taking a drink from his beer. "For a second, I thought you were joking but you actually surprised me this time."

Sanji knew Zoro was referring to you.

"What can I say..." started Sanji, grabbing his lighter to light up a cigarette. "When you meet the right woman, it changes you."

Zoro chuckled. "I like her," said Zoro, watching his friends getting more and more drunk. You were struggling to hold Luffy and Nami as they leaned on you for support. The others laugh at their two friends' antics. "She doesn't take herself too seriously, plus, she's a doctor."

That being said, Luffy grabbed onto Usopp, trying to give him a hug. Both of them were drunk, and instead of hugging each other, their heads collided. You gasped and went to check on both of them to see if they were alright.

"Plus, looks like we need one," Zoro gestured to Usopp and Luffy.

Sanji laughed.

As the night progressed, most of Sanji's friends left one by one, leaving only the two of you. Both of you were sitting on the couch, exhausted from the fun night you two had.

"I think I should start heading home..." you sighed. Sanji could tell you didn't want to leave him.

He held you closer to him. "Why not just stay here for the night then, darling?" Sanji cooed in your ear, making you giggle.

You sighed, shaking your head hesitantly. "Can't, I have to do a lot of paperwork tomorrow. You know they will go crazy without me there."

Sanji felt a twinge of disappointment, but he did not let it ruin his mood. He understood how important your job was to you, he didn't want to get in the way of things. Although, by the way you acted, it didn't seem like you wanted to leave either.

You sat on top of your legs, looking at Sanji with a flustered look. You didn't really want to go, you had to make it clear to him. You leaned in towards Sanji, giving him a rather passionate kiss.

Sanji reciprocated the kiss, putting his hands on your cheeks to deepen it. His hands landed on your cheek, neck and then on your waist, putting you two in an intimate position. This felt heavenly, you roaming your hands on his chest made Sanji's whole world go up in flames.

This felt like a natural transition to something more; to sex. But who was Sanji if he didn't make sure his lady was absolutely sure about this? Sure about taking your relationship to the next level. Sanji broke the kiss, seeing as you were straddling on his lap. You gave him a cute pout, one which he found adorable.

"Ma chérie," started Sanji, placing his hand on your cheek. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

He could see your eyes full of nothing but lust and love for the man in front of you. You nodded shyly, but in a desperate manner, showing him just how much you wanted this without words.

"Sanji... I have never been more sure about something," you confirmed it for Sanji. "I'm ready."

And that's all Sanji needed to ravage you for the night. He made you feel so many emotions that night; love, passion and pleasure. He made it his mission to make this night only about you. Sanji wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Just how much your presence had changed his life. You made him feel special and loved, something Sanji had gone without for far too long in his life.

You looked absolutely beautiful in your afterglow. "I love you," you said in between moans.

Sanji felt his whole world being turned upside down. Hearing those three words were so foreign to him. His family never said that to him, in fact, emotions were not allowed in his house growing up. Now, the woman that he loved, who was sprawled out on his bed, was confessing her love to him.

Sanji felt overwhelmed by the sudden emotions that had hit him, he couldn't take it. How did you know? The words he needed to hear the most. Sanji felt tears well up, but he was too ashamed to let you see him cry. He buried his head on your neck, embracing you tightly and letting his tears run.

"I love you more, ma chérie."

"Finally, I am able to sit you down and have a proper talk with you..." the large man muttered. He had long blonde hair that reached his waist, a stupidly funny upwards mustache and thick blonde curly eyebrows.

Shit, Sanji really was his father's son. Out of all his siblings, he resembled his father the most. Sure, he had his mom's features passed down to him but there was no denying that the man in front of him was most definitely his father.

He chose not to meet his father's gaze, instead staring down on the floor. He could hear his older siblings cackling, Sanji knew his siblings saw him as pathetic.

"We want to expand Germa 66, establish ourselves as a powerful business," explained Judge, keeping his eyes on his son.

"Typical..." spat Sanji, clenching his fists. "So? What's that got to do with me?"

"I've met someone that could help me expand who can help us expand. But, she will only do it if someone marries her daughter."

Sanji was growing impatient listening to his father talk. If he was going to ask him to marry somebody else, the Judge was wrong. Sanji already had built his own life, one his father didn't help create. He had Zeff, his friend and most importantly, you.

"I didn't want to bother my sons about it, so I thought, what about Sanji?"

This man knew how to get under Sanji's skin.

"I always thought you were a failure, but it turns out, you'll actually be useful this time around," laughed Judge. "So, you're gonna go through with the wedding."

Sanji felt nothing but pure rage inside of him. Not only was the Judge embarrassing him in front of his siblings, but making a decision for him; one he did not decide.

"How dare you!" yelled Sanji, clenching his fists. "I will never go through with that marriage."

"Oh, is that so?" said Judge, mildly impressed by his son's outrage. It was almost as if he wasn't anticipating this sort of reaction from him, what a joke!

"I'm not asking you, I'm ordering you," spat Judge, crossing his arms. "If you don't, it'd be a shame if the restaurant you work in just so happened to get shut down."

No way, Judge was actually threatening to close down Zeff's restaurant. After he worked his ass off to build that place from the ground up, a place Sanji had spent most of his years in.

"You wouldn't dare...!" challenged Sanji. Even though he was putting on a tough exterior, he was feeling scared and helpless. The man who was so cruel to Sanji as a kid, the man who kicked his own son out to fend for himself. Now, he was ordering him to accept this marriage like it was nothing?

No, Sanji had vowed to get married to you, the person he truly loved. His mind, body and soul belonged to you, not this random person he never even saw.

"How about that girl you're seeing," said Judge. It was almost as if he was reading Sanji's mind. "She seems like a nice lady and I hear she's a doctor too. Would be a shame if all her hard work was crushed by a simple call I could make."

This was going too far, even for them. Sanji could hear his siblings snicker, all of them enjoying the scene that was unfolding before their very eyes. Of course they would find this amusing, Sanji's brothers never held any sympathy towards him. His eyes landed on Reiju, the only one who was not laughing. She avoided Sanji's stare, looking defeated as she watched her father strip away her brother's life right in front of his eyes.

"Just accept the inevitable, failure!" laughed Yonji, Sanji's youngest brother.

This was crossing the line, threatening Zeff and threatening you? The love of his life, the person he stayed up all night talking to about his dreams. No, Sanji couldn't risk being selfish. Not when Zeff's business was on the line alongside your career. You had busted your ass day and night, you would avoid sleeping and eating just to get where you were.

There was no other choice, Sanji was backed into a corner. All he wanted to do was cry but held the tears in, knowing his father and brothers would use that to berate him even further.

With a defeated look, Sanji could only stare into the abyss as he said, "I... will go through with it. Just don't bring them into this mess."

Sanji knew how horrible his family could be and their threats were no joke. They were willing to use their positions of power just to get what they wanted. He wasn't gonna let you fall victim to his family, even if it meant hurting you in the process.

Sanji could see your whole world crashing down before his very eyes. It took you a minute to process what he had told his friend, what he had told you.

"I'm getting married, I'm cutting ties with all of you," spat Sanji.

This wasn't like him. Sanji never spoke to his friends in such a condescending way. Sure, he got annoyed by their antics from time to time but it was never enough to justify lashing out at them. He felt his heart rip in two as he watched your eyes well up with tears.

Luffy and Nami stood in shock, outraged by Sanji's behavior. Luffy shook his head, refusing to accept what his friend was saying.

"How dare you say that!" yelled Luffy. "You're supposed to get married to her!"

Sanji was grateful that you had Luffy to defend you. You looked so broken, he couldn't bear to see you any longer. He knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it if he continued seeing you in pain. You didn't say anything, but your body language said enough. You were hoping this was a dream-a nightmare-you could get out of.

"Sanji!" Nami yelled out, Sanji looking at her. He felt the palm of her hand collide with his cheek. The stinging sensation was brutal, but it was nothing compared to the sight of an angry Nami. Sanji knows he failed her, she doesn't need to say it.

"You promised me, Sanji," cried Nami. He had promised to not hurt you, now here you were, crying.

Luffy was comforting you, making sure you were alright. You hadn't spoken a word, screamed or cried, you just stood there lifeless. Sanji knew he had broken your heart, but it was for the best. That's what he wanted to believe, that you were better off without him. You wouldn't have to suffer because of him.

Nami made her way to you, and together with Luffy, guided you away from Sanji. He couldn't help but let the tears overflow as he watched the love of his life leave him. Just when he thought he had a chance at happiness, it was just as quickly diminished.

I'm sorry, was the only thing Sanji kept repeating to himself inside his head.

A few weeks have gone by and Sanji felt like his soul was already sucked dry. Sanji wanted nothing more than to escape this cursed wedding, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't avoid it. Every waking day, Sanji was reminded how much of his life was taken away. He missed his friends, but most importantly, he missed you.

Sanji missed going to visit you at the hospital you worked at. He missed the surprise visits you do when he worked at Baratie. How much he loved cooking for you, every meal made out of nothing but his love.

Now, he was making a meal for his fiancée, Pudding, the woman Sanji was forced to marry. She was a nice girl, but she was nothing like you. You had a certain charm about you that Sanji found adorable. He just couldn't help but compare Pudding to you at every corner.

Like the meal he had made for Pudding for the picnic was nothing like what he would cook for you. You had your own special meal that Sanji was accustomed to, now he had to memorize a new one that wasn't even for you.

Sanji watched Pudding as she giggled, telling him a story that he wasn't listening to. He didn't mean to be rude, he was just so busy in his thoughts he blocked the whole world around him. He knew that the date was going fine, Pudding was enjoying herself.

For a short moment, Sanji enjoyed the scenery around him. There was a beautiful lake and the sun was out. Sanji saw from the corner of his eyes a familiar figure walking up towards the bench in front of the lake.

It was you.

For the first time in weeks, Sanji felt happiness fill all over him. He hadn't seen you in a long time, he was finally able to say hi to you and how much he missed you. It's almost as if he had forgotten what he put you through. Sanji was forced to come back down to reality, watching as two familiar friends sat down beside you on the bench; it was Nami and Luffy.

Sanji wasn't able to see your face, but he could tell by the way Nami was hugging you and the way Luffy put his arm around you; you were still hurt by the events that happened weeks prior. Sanji's heart ached as he heard from afar you sniffle and Pudding calling out for him. Good thing he was too far away to draw attention to himself, but there was a dark looming feeling that floated over his head.

One of guilt, regret and sadness all combined together. Guilt for the way he made you feel, promising not only to you but to his friend Nami, that he would never hurt you. Regret that he had to leave his father figure, his friends and you behind all in favor for this sham of a marriage.

Sanji was so sure about his decision. He didn't want anyone coming after you just to get back at him. He promised you he was doing you a favor by making you stay away from him and his cursed family.

But seeing as you cried your heart out to Nami and Luffy, Sanji couldn't help but think that he had made a crucial mistake. One that he was afraid he could never undo.

if this gets enough love, i might do a part two (─‿‿─) tag list: @hellotamatoe and @somiawn, thank you for your guys support ♡5

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[redsaurrce]

DRINK ME UP - 2

Part 1 ! Part-3

Synopsis : After you discovered your boyfriend cheating on you, you have no option but to leave him, isn't it?

Pairing : YANDEREJeon Jungkook x dancer fem!reader

Genre : cheaterjk!au

Word count : 1.38 K

Warnings : Betrayal and cheating, swearing, heartbreak (ugh man)

You stormed away with tears in your eyes, the one thing you despised the most with every fiber on your body became your reality. You got fucking cheated on.

You exasperated with pain in your chest as you clenched it tight and vowed to yourself to never give Jungkook a second chance.

-.

Jungkook felt numb as he saw you go away from him with the intention of never coming back, his lips quivered as he tried to process what the hell just happened when at the very moment he felt someone lean on his side, "Baby she's gone now, let's go for a round two, shall we?" Her honey like sweet voice only felt boiling poison dripping down on Jungkook's ears.

He yanked his arm away from her with wide eyes, "What the hell is your fucking problem?" What Jungkook felt was beyond rage and confusion.

She smiled, "Mine? C'mon! All I did was come near you, it was you who took me in your arms afterall." She said with a smirk.

His eye twitched, "You clearly took the advantage of a drunk person, your level of delusion baffles me."

She pouted, "Oh really? Then why didn't you follow Y/N instead of staying beside me now?" She raised her eyebrows. He scoffed, "That is because I don't want your filthy scent anywhere near my Y/N. I will go to her again when I get rid of this filth and become the perfect man for her again. Now get the fuck lost out of here."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Wow, after all that, you are going to throw a girl away in the middle of the night? Sounds like a perfect womanizer move to me."

Jungkook threw a threatening look towards her direction, "Woma- hah! You will pay for this." He said as he went inside and came back with all of her belongings and threw it on her face. "I will make sure that you regret your actions." He said angrily as he shoved her out of the door.

-.

In the next few days everyone got to know about Jungkook's and your former dance partner's wife's affair, news like these spread like a wildfire afterall. People either sympathized with you or just made you embarassed of not keeping your man in check.

"Maybe he got bored of her pretty quickly, not even surprised though."

"Tch, if I were to choose between her and Kira then my choice would be Kira for sure."

"They never looked good together anyway. Kira and Jungkook look like the perfect match to me."

Your eyes stung when you heard the last sentence, right! Cheaters should stay together so others would not face heartbreak, they sure make the perfect match. You gulped as you thought.

Jimin, who was Kira's husband and your dance partner, had already resigned from the team as he decided to take the offer from France which he had been turning down from the last six months amidst all of this chaos.

Fair enough, you saw how betrayed and heartbroken Jimin looked the next day he got to know about Jungkook and Kira. He had asked you to share a drink with him while he vented to you how much he loved her with all his heart but his lover proceeded to betray him without a second thought. As much as he wanted his wife back, he could not because the trust is already broken and he won't be able to see her as she was before.

Kira had apparently already declared to him that she's never coming back because she loves Jungkook and that is how their marriage came to an end in the blink of an eye.

For you, Jungkook hadn't called a single time, nor did he even text for an apology. "What? That night it seemed as if he had some explanation? Why is he quite now?" You scoffed to yourself, perhaps it was real that both of them had feelings for one another.

You thought as you gulped yet another glass of soju to your oblivion that Jungkook had actually been watching you from afar in secret all along.

-.

"Jimin, good for you that you are going to France. I'm thinking to leave the team as well, I don't want to stay amongst these people." You said in heavy voice as you were growing tired of all the nasty comments people kept on making about you. "For the first time in my life I felt so worthless and insecure about myself, I don't think I can live long if I continue living in such an environment." You said as you wiped your tears using your sweater paws.

You suddenly paused as you looked at your sleeve wet due to your tears, you dry chuckled to yourself as you remembered that this was actually Jungkook's habit of wiping your tears using his sweater paws and you had subconsciously took up his habit.

You looked at the ceiling in pain, those days were in fact the best days of your life, everyday with Jungkook was a gift to you, he used to call you beautiful every now and then, made you feel confident about yourself with every passing day. That's why this betrayal feels unbearable for you. Now because of his actions, you feel so low about yourself.

Jimin cleared his throat across the line, "Y/N you there?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just reminded of the old days." You sniffed a little.

He hummed, "I see. Where are you planning to go?" He asked you.

"Shanghai. Li Xun, my ex-dance coach when moved to China had told me that he will whole-heartedly welcome me if I ever decided to join his team. I'm thinking to contact him." You said as you sighed to yourself.

He smiled, "Sounds great. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning. Contact me when you move to China." You smiled as well, "I will. Take care."

"You too."

-.

You had turned in your resignation the same day your ex-coach had confirmed your resume. And the moment your resignation processed, you booked the earliest flight to Shanghai which was today.

When you entered the airport, someone grabbed your wrist from behind. You turned around, just to look at the man who was responsible for you to leave the country.

"Please don't go Y/N." he breathed with yearning in his voice. You yanked your wrist out of his hold as you looked at him with mocked expression, "Jungkook I told you already to never see me again."

"Y/N-" "K&J's daughter in law caught in a recent scandal is causing uproar in the business world. She had taken advantage of a drunk man and now the alleged relationships of her past are resurfacing. K&J's Mr. Park has been reported to be seen in France, sources say that they have ended their marriage, thus K&J is likely to cut ties with Mujin group." Jungkook's sentence was cut by the news reporter on the display screen in the airport.

You knew K&J was Jimin's father's company with Mujin being Kira's grandfather's.

Jungkook returned his gaze from the screen towards you, "You saw that yourself Y/N, it was a misunderstanding."

"But nothing changes the fact that you had slept with her Jungkook!" You almost wanted to scream at him in frustration.

He shook his head, "But I was fucking drunk. How was I supposed to stay calm after I saw that Park Jimin dancing so closely to you?"

You scoffed, "So you proceeded to be intimate with his wife as a revenge."

"No wtf?! I'm trying to say that I was so drunk that I thought it was you the whole time we were making out." He said in desperation.

You scoffed again, "Oh so you failed to recognize me? Great! Do you know it seems like you were never in love, you were just obsessed with me to the point that you drunk so badly to ruin our relationship the day which was supposed to be happy for us." You gulped, "Just another reason why I should hate you even more."

"H-Hate?" Jungkook finally seemed to get the picture, "That's right. Therefore, never bother me again." And you walked away yet again, the same way you walked away that night from him.

He looked at your silhoutte through his blurred vision, "Y/N I will come to you again, and when I do so.. do not push me away." He whispered with his broken voice as he looked at the contacts of his phone and clicked on the caller named- Plastic Surgeon Lee Suho.

The fact that you guys stayed around for part 2 is so heart warming :"( <33

Tysm for making it till the end, your feedback is HIGHLY appreciated 💗 MWAHH!!

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[yurinaa-world]

Hello! all good? I'm here again hahaha!

And here we go: how do you think vash, Wolfwood and Knives would react or interact with a reader who is a demon with humanoid appearance.

Like the reader has an energetic and playful yet somewhat chaotic, yet extremely kind-hearted personality who doesn't even seem like a profane creature.

And when it's night, the reader disappears or leaves their sight, because the reader goes out to hunt some humans to drink their blood

But when they find out about the reader's diabolical nature, he tries to show some of his demonic form, like the horns, strange marks, syrup or even a pair of wings.

And I wish there was some reference to chainsaw man, demon slayer or even helluva boss.

Characters: Vash, Nicholas, and Knives x Gentral-neutral Reader

Synopsis: them with a demon reader with a humanoid appearance

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, and mentions of blood and corpse.

Notes: I was thinking of zero two, power, or kaneki from Tokyo ghoul

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

He trusts you a lot; just because you're different doesn’t mean you're a monster. He doesn’t understand why people judge you for being different; they say such rude things to you or kick you out of their shop like that! ｏ( ><)o

He thinks horns and tails are super cute; whenever you're really happy, it sways. Vash is a bit awkward when it comes to physical affection, but Vash can’t help but want to touch your horns to see how they feel.

This boy is amazed by your beauty; you look as if you're out of this world to him. His gaze is filled with wonder and awe.

You know you’re meant to be when you both always somehow get into messes together, whether it’s getting chased or getting guns pointed at. At least he’s not alone; he has you now by his side.

You often surprise Vash with your strength and speed, which he finds very attractive. I just know that he trusts you whenever there is anything dangerous that you can handle yourself.

He loves that you have a habit of cuddling up against him when you're feeling particularly affectionate, wrapping your long tail around him. He’ll try to give you the same affection.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

TW mentions blood and corpses.

Vash doesn’t want to get into why you disappear during the night; after all, he trusts you a lot, but what are you doing during the night? You just come back as if nothing happened.

He felt his heart sink when he saw you with blood all over, as well as the fresh corpse you ate from; you looked different, now with wings, strange marks on your body, and the white part of your eye now black.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"What have you done?"

Looking up from the corpse, you saw Vash looking at you with those eyes—the eyes of someone who's been betrayed. "V-Vash," you mumbled, "please say you didn’t kill them." Vash begged while stepping closer to you, "I didn't think they were already dead to begin with." You looked away. "If I didn’t eat them, I would kill myself." You continued mumbling. You didn’t want him to see you in such an ugly form.

Vash grabbed and pulled you by your bloody wrist. The pull made you look him in the eyes: "You can’t be eating a corpse like this; I won't let you starve either!" He shook your arm lightly, but you didn’t reply, and he sighed. His expression softened when he said, "Let me help you." Vash takes his metal hand and wipes off the blood on your mouth, and he hugs you.

It felt wrong to you that he was hugging you like this, but you felt so happy that he did.

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟 𝒲𝑜𝓁𝒻𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇"

Nicholas is protective of you, ignoring the insults people throw at you, but when you both got kicked out of a shop, Nicholas was ready to fight the man, but you dragged him away and told him to calm down.

He thinks your horns and tail are a tiny bit cute, but he’s not going to tell you something when he feels a bit curious and teasing. He’ll grab onto your tail and tug on it; he’ll do the same to your horns.

You always banter with each other. If he tugs on your tail, then you’ll tug his hair; he curses you out for it, but it’s fair, isn’t it? He started it first after all, so he has to take responsibility!

Nicholas ruffles your hair and calls you cute nicknames like "little devil" or "my little demon."

When you both rest in a cheap motel during the afternoon, cuddling up to him and wrapping your tail around him, he would complain, which doesn’t mean he hates it, but he won’t tell you that either.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

mentions of blood and a corpse.

Nicholas is overvant person. It won't take long for him to disappear at night without explanation, then come back the next day as if nothing happened. He notices the little details, like how there's blood on your clothes

.

 When he does confront you about this whole thing, you just brush it off. He's pretty good at telling when people are lying, and you're lying through your teeth.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You grab the arm of the corpse; they were already dead to begin with, so there's nothing wrong with it. You bite into the rotting flesh and tear it in your mouth, tasting it on your tongue and enjoying the taste as the blood spurts from their arm onto the ground. You licked at your lips, feeling the salty taste of the flesh.

"So this is what you're doing at night," you think, looking up to see Nicholas with a lit cigarette in his mouth, letting off the bloody arm, feeling your heart drop—you didn't want him to look at you when you were like this. Nicholas walked toward you, got on one of his knees, rolled up his sleeve, and held his arm out in front of you.

Singling to drink blood from his arm, you were tempted, and you bit down on his skin as gently as you could so as not to hurt a lot. He let out a grunt of pain, but the fresh, warm blood tasted good before moving from his arm—the arm with bloody, sharp teeth marks.

"Next time, just ask instead of drinking blood from some corpse."

𝒩𝒶𝒾 “𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈”

He finds you rather annoying at times. How can you be energetic and playful and not get tired of it, because he sure is; you're always getting into things without really causing him to have a headache?

Doesn’t think anything of your horns or tail, but if you ask if he wants to touch them, he’ll say no, but if you keep asking, he might touch them, with a big emphasis onmight," but if he does, he’s pretty gentle, creasing them.

Doesn’t say anything when you sit beside him on the piano as he plays and you wrap your tail around his waist after he finishes his song; he just looks at you confused as you smile at him.

If you ask him to go on a walk with you, he’ll tell you to go on your own and that you're not a child. how mean. One way to make him go with you is to just keep on asking; he’ll break sooner or later!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

TW mentions blood and corpses.

He always knows, but it doesn't matter to him if humans eat; at least their bodies are good for something like being your food.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"What a sight," Knives smirked as he looked at you, eating a corpse, the blood all over your mouth and clothes. Him watching you like this was something you thought he wouldn't care about at all; it was irrelevant to him, but he seemed to enjoy it.

You feel his hand land on top of your head, almost patting it and ruffling your hair just a little bit. "You never disappoint me; you'll always be by my side." He told you as his hand moved to your chin and lifted it up, making you look at him.

"You and I will always be together."

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[simemeoww]

Caught red-handed

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

You're having trouble sleeping, though that's not big news. But you still continue to go to bed, hoping that you will fall asleep soon. And now, you closed your eyes and tried to direct all your strength to something that ordinary people don’t try to do. They were so lucky, you thought. Or maybe you trying too hard is your problem? Maybe you need to relax and let your body cope with this task without any tension. No. You've already tried. And not only that, but how many things have you not tried, including pills? They were the most effective, but Mateo, noticing that you were getting addicted to sleeping pills, decided to hide them from you somewhere away. This was his precaution; he explained to you more than once that this kind of pill quickly exposes a person to dependence, from which sleep hormones may no longer be released on their own. But did that bother you? Naturally not. You just want to sleep.

“Stupid Mateo,” you thought to yourself. He was with you on your foldout couch, scribbling something in his sketchbook. The artist was not yet planning to lie down next to you, letting his imagination run wild on the snow-white paper. Judging by the sounds emitted from his small pencil, used to the limit, he had not been in a state of passion for a long time, the kind that only inspiration can give. The sounds seemed to echo inside your skull, which irritated you greatly, causing your teeth and jaw to clench tightly.

But you won't interfere with Mateo. Let him draw, who knows when he will again depict something so zealously, when such a blessing will come to him, which, like a ghost, will inhabit his hand and create a work that Mateo will not look at with contempt. Well, there was also another reason why you needed to lie still. Mateo promised that he would spoil you with a pleasant surprise if you could fall asleep on your own without the help of drugs.

And now you're pretending to be asleep to get this mysterious surprise. "Crap. I want to get out of bed so badly. I can’t do it anymore,” you thought. At this point, Mateo stopped drawing. “Is he already done with his drawing? Somehow too fast,” flashed through your head.

Mateo put his sketchbook on the cabinet next to the sofa. His hands slowly reached up, causing the T-shirt he wore especially for sleeping to rise, showing the back of his back. Having relaxed a little, he sat back down on the bed. You felt something was wrong. Which made you want to open your eyes to make sure you were either safe or in danger. Mateo began to slowly crawl across the bed towards you. His body loomed over you, taking away your tiny opportunity to escape from him. Your heart beat hard and fast. Oh, this treacherous organ, just like that, easily betrays your true feelings, which you wanted to hide in the very depths of your body.

The realization came to you that Mateo's face was moving closer to you, due to his breath that you felt on your cheek. “And I know that you are not sleeping,” Mateo whispered quietly. You opened your eyes in surprise.

"Hahahaha. I knew that I was right. Usually, when you sleep, you snore a little,” Mateo said, smiling.

“How do you know,” you asked.

Mateo just laughed even louder. "It's a secret!" - he answered you.

"You watch me when I sleep!" – you screamed.

"Maybe. But I know that you are also watching my sleeping body. So I guess we're even, right?" - he asked you teasingly

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[finalspaceyandere]

Now thinking I was curious, how would your yandere version of Avocato react, if his beloved tried to kill himself due to falling succumbs to depression and devastation of always being pinned to one place with no rights but pure obsession of his delusional kind of love

How would Avocato deal with this kind behavior?

Would he be scared or become more possesive as well as obsessive?

Just curious

This had to be translated since my native language is not English, sorry for the spelling mistakes.

Very good question

For this extreme circumstance, first

Context

This occurs before Avocato betrays the Lord Commander.

…

In your early days you would have yourself in a baby-friendly room, perhaps in a few months, when he gains trust in you and believes that you have overcome your tantrums (as he calls them) and have adapted to this new life. With him, he might consider letting you go a little, so as not to suffocate you, otherwise he will forcibly give you sleeping pills.

He is very considerate at first, he shows you his loving face and lets his guard down with you… Or maybe he is just pretending, you don't really know.

You thought it would be something that wouldn't get worse from that point or at least no more than it already was, or would go in a direction that not even you would recognize, you really knew little or nothing of how crazy, how bad he was. If you knew how you make him feel, just by being close to him, those tickles he feels in his crotch are only caused by you, you, you, you and only you.

And if he is not at home, almost all the time you will have a little orange Ventrexian behind you, who at times can be passive aggressive with you, but if he is in a good mood, he will be demanding your attention like a "father/mother", which gives him care and love your child, because you are his "mom/dad"… Isn't that right? You love him, right? There's a reason why my dad chose you… Isn't there? Well, whether you like it or not, now you're going to have to take care of this kid, and learn to tolerate him, because if you don't pay attention to him he might get you. Make things difficult and it won't end well. If you're lucky, he may just scream and pull at your clothes, tearing them a little with his little claws, or he may get angry and not want to leave his room, which will at least give you time to yourself for a few hours. . but when his dad comes… That's the problem, he will force you to apologize and not in a exactly sweet way, he will make you feel guilty, because he is just a child???, how can you be so cruel to a child who only wants love??

Only to end up forced to sleep with him at night.

Could your life be good? Did you have to get used to a child who wants your attention 24/7? And a man who will probably have to see a psychologist for his delusions and short temper?

If you don't do what he wants, he will destroy you mentally. Do you have family that works with Mr Commander? Perfect, they lost their job because you denied them a kiss, you didn't want to hug their son? Well, your privilege of sleeping in a bed is over and you will spend the night in the box (as he calls it, it's a place that stinks of damp, it's like a bad attempt at a basement, he had to fix it, but for now he uses it as punishment)

He uses very few physical punishments, he is more mental, and that is killing you, it is too much, he subjects you to a lot and demands more than he gives, body and soul attentive only to him and his son, he puts pressure. in you. to the point that if you behave like a dad/mom with his son, and he has tried a couple of ways to have a baby with you, the good thing is that he won't force you to do anything you don't want to do… that's the only thing that you really like about him. But there is nothing wrong with fantasizing.

But he wouldn't stop harassing and pressuring you, emphasizing what a “bad father figure” you are, not to mention that some days you didn't eat or didn't go out of your daily routine, your mental health began to be a problem. You wanted to escape with your mind, even creating a mini carsel for yourself, it crossed your mind a lot that maybe you had a minimal option to get out of this shit but you didn't want to go that far, but you liked to believe that he would get tired and leave you. . . only once in the 8 months you were there. You were putting up with this, because let's be honest, when you want to be a bitch to someone, it drives them crazy.

and one night… you had enough.

You took advantage of him staying late and as always, trying to get your attention, he was just an 8 year old boy and under other circumstances you would feel much worse about this, but not today.

He wanted you to play with his little plastic swords, so he asked his dad to buy him the same ones, just to play with you, he always walked them up and down so you could play with him, and on this particular day he did. you rejected it. . because supposedly your head hurt, he understood but he still wanted your attention or to be in it.

*mom / dad, can I fall asleep with you?

You cursed yourself a little, the problem was with his dad, not with this little one.

*mom / dad?

_Not today little one…

*But…

_I TOLD YOU NO, TO YOUR ROOM!!!!

Normally you don't yell at him, maybe some days you don't respond and you pretend not to listen, but you never yell at him, sad and upset you ran to his room.

You waited exactly 10 minutes and carefully went into the avocato's room, you knew that he had one or another knife as a collection, since there were no knives in sight in the kitchen, because you could "get hurt"… But no You found nothing, just a bottle of pills, you assumed they were the sleeping pills he gave you… Without thinking, you just took them all… At least most of them, you didn't even see the name or anything about the medicine, you thought that at any moment avocato arrived home, you wanted to end everything once and for all, within minutes you began to have rapid palpitations, your chest felt bad, this was not what you were supposed to feel, you took a look at the bottle, "vitamin" it was what it said, but they were not for humans, but for Ventrexians.

Your hands trembling, your mind confused, you swore they smelled the same, they had the same shape as sleeping pills, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! You didn't even manage to take one more step before falling to the ground, you couldn't move, you felt cold and without realizing it All this happened 10 minutes ago, if you wanted to die, intoxicated by sleeping pills, sleeping peacefully, not this, not lying on the floor with your forehead in a cold sweat.

You heard a familiar voice call you as you entered the house, you barely had the strength to be in the same position, at this point you lost consciousness but the last thing you remember was that they shouted your name.

When you woke up, you tried to adapt your eyes to the light of the place, although it was dim, just so that your eyes wouldn't hurt so much, you were… in a hospital? Wait, did you come out? You turned your head almost everywhere, To make sure and confirm that you were in a hospital, you felt bad, well, I was disgusted to be exact, so those sudden movements when you woke up took their toll on you, that's when you heard his voice.

You woke up, that means you're better.

His voice sounded conceited, happy but certainly angry, he stood up calmly from the corner where he was, at this point you already knew that expression on his face, you knew what would happen once you left this place, he walked to where you were, he had His eyes were really teary, his face, although angry, looked happy, he took your hand and kissed it.

Our son will be very happy, you can't imagine how much I cried when I found out that he would stone his mom, I hired him for some serum and something to eat that is not so heavy for you.

(I'm really sorry for taking so long, I really wanted this to be as good as possible, I'll be much more active I promise ^^)

He let go of your hand to dry the tears that were coming out of his eyes, before crossing the door, he turned his face a little to see you.

Don't do it baby, remember that you are still in tera com primre, outside of here you have nowhere to go, I already took care of that, here everyone is loyal to me, if you call the police I will know, here I am the authority, behave well and Maybe he won't punish you...at least not much.

At this point you no longer know what to do, will you give up?

(I'm really sorry for taking so long, I really wanted this to be as good as possible, I'll be much more active I promise ^^)

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hellooo! I hope she is well. There is no rush for me to write it. You could write about how Marylin/laurel and reader teacher had a relationship but laurel ends her relationship with reader because it interferes with her plan to end all the excluded.And his revenge. And Laurel offers Reader to be her friend and stay normal. Reader doubts because she loves and will always love Laurel, she doesn't understand why she leaves her but she accepts her proposal because she doesn't want to get away from Laurel. She is still in love and hopes that they will return. But she accepts her decision and doesn't insist anymore. Reader is always going to visit Laurel in the greenhouses to just hang out with her, help her with the plants, tell her some gossip about never again or some fact you described or vice versa. And she is also going to visit you in your classroom. It was already routine. Until Laurel receives a call from a normi girl who was in the past.To hang out and remember old times. Laurel seriously thinks about it because it suits her because that's how she forgets the reader, she takes away her sexual frustration, she takes parts of the girl's body. So agree to see her tonight on the weathervane. Hanging. But she remembers that she doesn't have any dress for a date. She thinks back and remembers the black dress with flowers that she lent to the reader.He is going to lose it but on the way he met a reader and takes the opportunity to ask him. Reader says yes, it's laurel. Reader gets curious and asks what it is for. And Laurel replies that it's to see an old friend today at the vane. Reader is confused because he has not met this mysterious friend friend y And some jealousy. She lets it go. Already at night, he needs to clear his mind and goes to Jericho to distract himself. She craves a coffee and walks into the vane and says hello to Tyler (her best friend of his). He is internally grateful not to see the redhead and her mysterious friend. From a distance he sees the redhead approaching. He transforms into some animal or black kitten Before laurel sees her. He asks Tyler for discretion and to keep it hidden. Tyler agrees. Laurel arrives with the black dress with flowers, reader drools because of how perfect she is. And she says she's beautiful out loud (in the form of a howl) Tyler kicks him to keep him quiet. The redhead notices the black cat and it looks familiar. But she ignores him and she waits for her date. Reader is ready to criticize the mystery friend but when Laurel's date walks into the weather vane she finds no fault. She is beautiful, tall, attractive, normal, the same age as Laurel and graceful.Nice to Tyler. Just perfect. Reader feels envy, insecurity and jealousy. Reader sees the girl shamelessly flirt with Laurel and Laurel flirts back. Reader gets sad and sees Tyler (Reader's cat face is very sad) and Tyler feels sorry for her Try to cheer her up. Reader already fed up and on the verge of collapse she wants to go home. Before leaving, he takes one last look at the weathervane and sees the girl kiss Laurel. You can't believe it. Furious, unhinged if she sees the redhead's car and strikes out an automatic. And it goes to never again. He thinks that the "friend" was the reason they broke up and feels insufficient. betrayed. Hurt.

The next day, reader is devastated. She tries to ignore that feeling and she wants to see the redhead, a message arrives for laurel's reader and tells her that she won't be able to see her today because she will be busy.

Somewhere else. Tyler is mad at Laurel for what he did to you. Laurel, already tired and angry about this treatment, asks her what she has and why she insists so much on you. Tyler for his condition as Hyde it gives you away Laurel understands and goes after you. When she goes to pick you up, you make a sarcastic and cruel comment about her not being able to and her date from yesterday. By accident you give yourself away and since you You realize. You panic and Laurel tells you that she already knows. It clarifies everything in the best way

Lots of fluff and heavy smut, please.

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes

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Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Angst, light smut, manipulative Laurel, Jealous reader….

Word count: 4,847

Summary: She left you and you don’t know why… It seems that she wants to make you suffer…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Marilyn, I really don't get it…” You sobbed.

The redhead didn't look at you, her expression remained serious. You cried, but she didn't, she seemed to not care.

You had been dating her for a month, with your co-worker in Nevermore. Apparently there was nothing that made you think that things were going wrong for you, quite the contrary, your relationship was almost perfect. Until that night, when Marilyn told you that it was over, that she couldn't go on with you. Why? You didn't know. Had you done something wrong? You didn't believe it.

According to her, you were distracting her from the things she had to do. You didn't understand it, you also worked and your classes were not affected at all by your relationship (except for some gossipy comment from your students, of course)

“I don't expect you to understand, (Y/N) Do you think it's easy for me?” Marilyn asked, with a passive, indifferent look.

“It seems that way. You're the one who wants to end everything…” You sighed, trying to control your sobs. Marilyn turned away, as if she was trying to pretend it hurt her.

“It's the best for both of us, (Y/N). This relationship harms us,” she said turning her back on you. You reached out your arms, pretending to strangle her.

“I don't believe it. Could you at least tell me the truth? I find it hard to believe that the same person who had no qualms about fucking in the conservatory is telling me that our relationship is detrimental to us. You're lying to me, I know you are.”

“Think whatever you want, (Y/N). I have no ulterior motives beyond what I have told you,” she said to you, turning around.

She looked a little sadder, but you couldn't help but think that she was faking it.

That sudden desire to end your relationship could not be a coincidence. In your head you gave a thousand turns to find the real reason. Marilyn didn't talk to anyone in Nevemore, in fact, you were her only friend, according to her, of course. There could be no other person, it was impossible. You were devastated, your tears were not only from pain, but also from confusion, from not understanding that aggressive and indifferent attitude of the redhead.

“You’re breaking my heart…” You said, crying more intensely. The redhead approached you and caressed your cheek. Her face said nothing again, expressed nothing.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't want this to end like this, but I think it's the best for us…” She whispered to you, while she wiped away your tears. “Please, don't cry, don't make it more difficult for me.”

You shook your head and hugged her tight, crying into her shoulder. She held still at first, but then she hugged you back, with a long, deep breath.

“Don't cry anymore, (Y/N). It's not that serious, we can still be friends...”

You moved away ready to scream, to curse, to hit all the furniture in the room. Of course you couldn't be friends. That was a mockery, an insult to you. Before going crazy, losing your mind, you reflected. You were in love with her, you loved her. You couldn't understand what was going through her head. You couldn't imagine a life without hugging her body at night, without her caresses, without her kisses...

But the love you felt prevented you from walking away, rejecting her proposal. If being friends was the only way to be close to her, it was more than enough for you. You huffed, looking everywhere but not into her eyes, nodding.

“Okay, Marilyn, friends…”

After that fateful night, things changed, although not substantially. Your relationship seemed the same, only there were no kisses, caresses, nights of passion in the corners of Nevermore. Every night you cried, whenever Marilyn stopped by your class you cried when she left. You went to see her in the conservatory, it seemed that nothing had changed.

You constantly thought about her reasons, her motivations. She didn't seem affected, she didn't seem sad. Nothing had happened to her. You were back to where you started. Laughter, long talks and coffee, but no kisses, no “I love you”.

As you walked towards the conservatory you felt how little by little your sanity was disappearing. Nothing had changed in the redhead, you didn't see the good change that she gave you as an excuse. It was all a mess and you didn't know anything, you didn't understand anything. You just had to resign yourself and accept her friendship as a handout, a handout so you wouldn't starve, so that her absence from your bed would be bearable.

“Oh, of course, for the old times,” Marilyn said, speaking on the phone. You entered without making a sound. Marilyn smiled at you.

Curiosity got the better of you. You didn't know who she was talking to, but she was smiling, she was speaking with affectionate words. Your blood began to boil, jealousy began to attack you.

“Perfect, yes, yes, it suits me,” Marilyn continued speaking, while she indicated that you should sit down. “Oh, of course, see you.”

After that she hung up the phone, looking at you with a sigh.

“Who was it?” You asked in the most natural way possible. Marilyn raised her eyebrows and laughed quietly. That was answer enough for you. You had no right to ask, it was no longer your business. That revelation made to you want to run away and bury your head in the pillow to silence your crying.

“A friend,” she said dryly, with that same smug smile. You nodded, trying not to sound jealous. You already knew about "friends" and from your experience it was not good at all. “How were the classes?”

It was obvious that she wanted to change the subject. You didn't know whether to run away or get on your knees to beg her to come back.

“Fine, I guess…” You said almost whispering.

“Great, I think that everything is going better for us now, don't you think?” She said, fixing her eyes on you.

“Especially for you…” You said murmuring. She scowled a little closer.

“What did you say?” She asked.

“Nothing, forget it,” she said, crossing your arms. She surely had heard you, but it was quite evident that she preferred to ignore your words.

“(Y/N), I don't like seeing you with that attitude. You have to learn to get over it,” the redhead told you, taking a sip from her cup of tea.

You got up from the chair. Your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking. You wanted to kill her, you wanted to shake her by her shoulders for that arrogant attitude, so impassive to the pain that became unbearable for you.

“From what I see you have,” you said hissing. She just smiled and came closer to you, putting a hand on your waist.

“Don't be jealous, precious... It's not worth thinking about it... “ She whispered to you, making your hair stand on end. “By the way, (Y/N), I need a favor.”

You calmed down, knowing that if you couldn't be friends with her, you would stop spending time with her. Just thinking about it made you shudder. You swallowed your pride and your breathing gradually relaxed.

“What do you need?” You asked with your head down.

“Do you remember the black dress with flowers that I lent you?” She asked, looking for something among her papers. It was a bleak scene, she didn't even look at your face.

“Yes, of course I remember.”

“I was wondering if you could return it to me. You see, I have… Let's say a date tonight and I think that's the ideal dress, don't you think?”

A date, she had just said a date. It all fell apart in your mind. Tears returned to your eyes as you fought with yourself not to cry out in pain. It seemed like she wanted to make you suffer, was that why she wanted to be your friend? Not even two weeks had passed since your breakup and she was already thinking of another woman. That was the "friend" she was talking to, you were sure.

“Yes, Marilyn, now I bring it to you,” you said, walking towards the door. She just nodded, taking the phone back.

As you walked to your room, the tears were coming out of your eyes again, running down your cheeks. She wasn't just having broken up with you, it seemed like she wanted to humiliate you. You didn't understand why the woman you were in love with made you suffer on purpose. She should know that you were crazy about her, she should know that it could hurt you. You were devastated, you started to think that maybe friendship was not a good idea, that maybe you should start forgetting. She already did.

With trembling hands, you reached for her dress. It smelled of her, it was impossible not to smell her perfume in every corner of your room. You remembered why she lent it to you, it was that night, the first night you slept together, that you loved each other.

You left the room with the garment in your hand. You were depressed, you were in pain, but still I was determined to help her. You could bear not having her with you, but what you would never forgive yourself for was seeing that she wasn't happy, even if she wasn't with you. In addition, visions of that "friend" began to come to your head. You imagined a horrible woman, full of flaws, who surely would have nothing to do with Marilyn, surely she is horrible, surely she is not what Marilyn wants.

You made it back to the conservatory. Marilyn was on the phone again. You did not want to rush, you decided to act in the worst possible way, to spy on her.

“If I tell you that it has to be the right hand, it's the right hand, I'm tired of wasting time... Yes... Yes... I'll let you know when everything is ready. It won't take long, I'm not interested… Perfect, we'll talk later.”

She didn't seem to be talking to the same person. It seemed like a strange conversation to you, right hand? You sighed in relief knowing that it wasn't her “friend”.

“Ahem,” you said, sticking the dress out of the door. Marilyn seemed scared at first, but immediately she returned to her usual tender smile.

“Thank you very much, (Y/N),” she said you, giving you a cruel kiss on the cheek.

“Is it that you don't care about anything?” You asked furiously, unable to bear that indifference. She just widened her smile.

“I care about a lot of things, (Y/N)…” She said, carefully leaving the dress on the chair.

“You don't give a shit about how I feel,” you said, raising her voice.

“And how do you feel?”

“How do you think I feel? It's been barely two weeks since we broke up and now you're a bosom friend, asking me for favors while you date other women. You know perfectly well how I feel about you,” you said, clenching your fists tightly.

“I thought you agreed that we should be friends, (Y/N), if you're not capable of behaving like an adult girl and not like a crying teenager...”

You opened your mouth and eyes in horror. Something had happened to her. She didn't look the same. Marilyn would never talk to you like that. Fed up with scorn and that attitude, you decided to ignore her painful words and flee the conservatory.

You spent the afternoon crying. You didn't want to see anyone. You only thought about those words, about that attitude. There was only one explanation for them. You lived deceived all that time. She didn't love you, she never did. Otherwise it would be impossible to believe that she was saying those things to you. That truth was even worse. You were desperate to understand, but you couldn't.

The room became dark, the day was ending, the sunlight was weak, unlike your crying.

Your destiny was to consume yourself in that room, but it was not what you wanted. The air was heavy, stale. Leave that room was your best option at that time. Perhaps a walk through Jericho would help clear your head and your mind.

When you got to the town, you started looking everywhere. You knew that somewhere there was your enemy, that stupid woman who had a date with Marilyn. The dim lights in the cafeteria made you feel some relief. At least you had a friend, Tyler, the Weathervane waiter. You could always count on him.

As soon as you entered, the boy smiled at you and approached you with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Here, (Y/N), I have prepared it for you,” he told you with a smile. You raised your eyebrows, no one knew you would go to town.

“How did you know I would come?” You asked, seeing the message that was in the cafe "cheer up"

Tyler shrugged and sat down in front of you. There was no one else in the cafeteria.

“Hey I... I'm so sorry...” He told you timidly. Your strange face intensified.

“But Tyler, how do you know? I haven't told you,” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Well, being a waiter gives you access to certain rumors,” he said, without giving it importance. You nodded and took a sip of coffee.

“I don't understand anything, Tyler… We were happy but from one day to the next, poof, Marilyn changes completely and tells me that we can't continue together…” You said, venting a bit.

“But what did she tell you? I don't understand anything either,” the boy told you.

“She says that I interfere in her work, that I distract her from important things. What an asshole,” you said, playing with the coffee spoon.

Tyler looked over your shoulder and seemed to get a little nervous. You frowned and looked in the same direction. Marilyn, it was Marilyn. She was walking towards the cafeteria and she was not alone, an unknown woman accompanied her. It seemed that they were laughing.

It was time for evasive action. You wanted to get out of there, but you couldn't let her see you. On the other hand, you really wanted to start counting all the flaws of that witch. You had no time, you had to think fast. A crazy idea came to your mind.

“Tyler, you shut up,” you said, as you got up and headed to the back room.

“What?”

“Shut up. Wait for me there and act normally,” you said, moving the door of that small room.

You were a shapeshifter. You could transform into any animal. Cats were your favorites. Soon only your clothes were left on the floor and a tabby cat took your place.

You left the room, under Tyler's watchful eye.

“I understand…” He whispered, scratching the back of his neck.

The door bell rang. The redhead and her date entered with a smile. You couldn't help but meow. Marilyn was beautiful in the black flowered dress. Tyler nudged you with his foot to make you cover it up. He knew your ability, luckily Marilyn never saw you in that form.

The target of your watchful gaze was directed at the other woman. You expected someone ugly, horrible, full of flaws. She wasn't like that at all. She was a beautiful woman, with bright blonde hair. She even looked the same age as the redhead. She turned your stomach. Self-esteem was not the greatest of your virtues. You soon saw a clear disadvantage. That woman was perfect, there was no doubt. If Marilyn had to choose, she would choose her.

Tyler turned to the women, taking note of their request. You walked cautiously between the tables, trying to listen to the conversation. You wish you hadn't. The mystery blonde was flirting with Marilyn, there was no question about it. That wasn't the worst. The worst thing was that Marilyn seemed to play along. You tried to get closer, but unfortunately, you caught the blonde's attention.

“Oh, Marilyn, look at this cutie,” she said, looking at you. You stayed still. You knew you could look at her with all the hatred possible, after all, cats were inexpressive. The redhead looked at you curiously, frowning. It was impossible for her to recognize you, but it gave you the impression that she was looking at you in a strange way. Marilyn smiled and ignored you.

"It'll be Tyler's pet, he's a good boy,” she said, looking away. The woman nodded and reached out her hand to caress you.

You couldn't help it. As if it were a reflex action, you stood up all over your fur, hissing aggressively.

“Oh, my God,” the blonde said, backing away scared. Marilyn looked at you again, studying your features carefully.

“Tyler!” The redhead called. The boy looked immediately. “Take your pet, it's scaring Liz.”

Liz, that was the name of your enemy, the enemy you couldn't stand up to. The boy bent down and picked you up. You kept hissing, extending your claws towards the perfect Liz.

Tyler led you into the back room, where your clothes were, and he closed the door.

“What are you doing? You're going to get found out,” he said leaving you on the ground. You didn't do anything to respond, you were just trying to calm down. “Hey, don't hurt yourself anymore, why don't you go back to Nevermore? I promise if anything happens you'll be the first to know.”

You nodded with one last snort. You had nothing to do, you were definitely defeated. With one of your paws, you signaled the boy to turn around so you could transform again.

“Quiet, hands where I can see them,” you said while you picked up your clothes from the floor. Tyler certainly was a good guy, he didn't even make a move to look. When you finished you tapped him on the shoulder to turn him around.

Saying nothing, you hugged him, crying into his shoulder in the most discreet way possible. He rubbed your back.

“You're a good friend, Tyler… I'll come to see you tomorrow,” you said, walking out the back door. The boy nodded and smiled, clearly feeling sorry for you.

The night was cold, a chill ran through your body. As you walked away you turned your head from time to time to look through the cafeteria windows. You would regret it for the rest of your life. Through the glass you could see how close Marilyn and Liz were, very close. They were kissing. A dagger full of sharp points pierced your heart. Now you began to understand. You weren't bothering her, distracting from her work. She wanted to leave because she had found another woman, a woman prettier than you, smarter than you, and the same age as her.

You ran off, never looking back. You were only hurting yourself. In your hasty flight you passed by a peculiar car, one that had no comparison. Marilyn's little beetle was there, parked.

“Damn…” You said, trying to catch your breath. “Damn you!” You yelled, kicking hard at the rearview mirror, which broke instantly. Your anger exploded at that moment and with a punch, you broke one of the windows, setting off the alarm.

That made you wake up and keep running towards Nevermore. You had lost your mind, you even cut your hand badly, which you didn't notice until you saw the blood running through your shirt.

All night breaking the furniture in your room and spending every last tear on your body made you realize the situation. It's over, she had chosen. There was no chance. If you didn't start to accept it, you would never recover.

She wanted to be your friend, she didn't want you to walk away from her. You could understand her point of view. You were 25, she was 43. It stood to reason that it couldn't have worked. That a woman of your own age would suit both her and you.

The next day you blinked, lying in bed. Your room was a mess, littered with broken wood and scattered papers on the floor.

You sat on the bed with an intention. Try to forget once and for all. You picked up the cell phone and texted Marilyn. You wanted to see her, you wanted to tell her that you were okay with being friends with her, that you wouldn't insist again.

The answer was not long in coming, but it was not what you expected. She told you that it was impossible to meet with you that day, that she was very busy. You furiously threw the phone against the wall and lay back down. If you couldn't do anything, it was best to try to sleep.

You didn't eat, you didn't leave your room. You spent that Saturday alone with your thoughts, your tears and your memories. When it got dark you sighed, looking out the window. From there you could see the conservatory. There was no light. Marilyn wasn't there, you didn't know where she had gone, or rather you didn't want to know.

“Fuck… I still love you…” You whispered to yourself. You couldn't deny it, you were still crazy about her, you were going to go crazy.

A soft knock on the door brought you out of your regrets. You snorted, wishing it wasn't another one of your co-workers lamenting your situation. You opened the door reluctantly.

“Marilyn?” You said surprised. There was the redhead, grinning from ear to ear, blinking rapidly.

“Can I come in?” She asked.

“No, I mean… Yes, yes of course,” you said stammering. You didn't expect her visit at all. She nodded and walked into the room, slamming the door shut and leaning her back against it.

“What's wrong?” You asked, ducking your head. You didn't want to look at her. You were embarrassed by what you did to her car, and you were still thinking about that Liz girl. It was hard for you to keep your whole body from shaking.

“Can't I come see you?” She asked with a soft voice and that strange smile.

You shook your head and started to find yourself too nervous. The rage you had inside hadn't quite disappeared yet.

“I thought you were with your friend,” you hissed, crossing your arms. She laughed, but she didn't respond. “Why did you come? To tell me how well you've had with her? To tell me how well she kisses? To tell me how well you held onto her perfect blonde hair while you fucked her?”

After that sentence you turned pale. It was assumed that you had never seen her, that you did not know her appearance, the color of her hair. You didn't know whether to jump out the window or hide under the covers. You just made the stupidest mistake of your life.

“I see you didn't miss any detail, (Y/N),” the redhead said, moving away from the door and approaching you with a slow and somewhat threatening step. You had to fix that mistake.

“I... I didn't, it was just an intuition, I believed that...” While you tried to explain yourself without any sense, you looked at her face. She didn't show any discomfort, what's more, she didn't even seem to be surprised “Wait… You knew I was there… Right?”

“Of course I knew, you're so unsubtle, (Y/N)…” She said laughing as she got closer, cornering you against the wall.

“How? You had never seen me transformed,” you asked, your lips trembled.

“Let's say I have friends in Jericho…” She whispered in your ear. You swallowed and immediately found a culprit.

“Oh, God, Tyler, you fucking rat…” You said, closing your eyes. Marilyn kept smiling, she seemed amused by your nervousness.

“Don't blame him, (Y/N), he can't lie to me, It’s in his nature,” she told you, leaving you with more questions than answers.

“Nature?”

“I'll explain it to you later. What matters now is to clarify some things, don't you think?”

“Hey, Marilyn, about, about your car… I, I'll pay for it, I promise. I was out of control, I lost control,” you explained embarrassed while her hands went to your waist, pulling your body towards her.

“It was you? I should have suspected. My little jealous kitty...”

“Shit…” You whispered. You probably didn't know that fact. You're a complete mess, (Y/N)

“You have nothing to fear, darling, I will never love someone other than you…” She told you. You must be dreaming, nothing she said seemed to make the slightest sense.

“What? But, but you left me…. You... You kissed that woman...” You said with teary eyes.

“Don't believe everything you see, (Y/N).”

“Let's see if I clear myself up,” you said, moving away from her. “You leave me because you say I'm annoying in your life, in your chores, then you ask me to return your dress to date another woman, who by the way is prettier and much better than me …” You started to tell. “Then you meet this Liz and kiss her… And now you tell me that you love me. I think I need a vacation,” you said, letting yourself fall on the bed.

“(Y/N), that disgusting woman is nothing compared to you, don't belittle yourself like that. I was just using her. I never had the slightest intention of getting into bed with her.”

“Using her? Why? To make me jealous?”

Marilyn sat on top of you, her legs on either side of your hips.

“I can't tell you, (Y/N)… You see, I've been thinking about you and me and I think I was wrong,” she told you, putting her hand on your chest. You listened attentively and very confused. “I thought that our relationship had no future for the plans I have in this school full of rats. I was wrong, you are a cat, not a rat... Surely we can do great things together.”

“What are you talking about? What plans? Marilyn, you're driving me crazy,” you said, almost desperate.

“It's a surprise…” She whispered in your ear, while her hands ran over your breasts with some anxiety. “Now I would like you to trust me, and stop asking stupid questions…”

Upon those words, she leaned in to kiss you. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was a messy, hungry one. You kissed her back, without thinking about all the questions those words raised. Going back to her lips was like a trip back in time, like going back to the place where you always had to be.

“Okay, okay, wait,” you said, pulling away from those kisses before they became unbearably addictive. “One last stupid question, why did you make me to believe that you didn't feel anything for me? Why the hell did you leave me?”

“Those are two questions, (Y/N), don't you know how to count?” She told you while she kissed your neck, sinking her teeth from time to time.

You didn't want to insist. You had what you wanted. Her ravings went unnoticed in your mind, you didn't give them importance. You only cared about her kisses, those kisses that you missed so much.

“Everything is going to be alright, my love…” She whispered as she took off your shirt, revealing the horrible cut you had the night before. “Oh, my poor kitty is hurt...”

“Your poor kitten was furious…” You said indignantly. Your semi-naked chest rose and fell rapidly. “You played with me, you made me feel like shit and…”

You couldn't continue. Her lips assaulted yours again, this time not to kiss you, but to shut you up.

“Stop talking, I told you that bitch is no longer a problem. I called her because she had beautiful hands…” She whispered. You widened your eyes.

“Hands?”

“I told you to shut up, (Y/N),” she said, pulling your hair. “This can only go well if you trust me, if you really love me. Do you, (Y/N)? Do you really love me?”

“What? I… Yes, of course I love you…” You said, enduring the pain of pulling your hair.

“Well then, shut up and let yourself go.”

You obeyed without thinking too much. That violent attitude was something new for you. You still didn't understand anything. While her fingers entered between your legs you couldn't stop thinking about her words. On one hand you were scared. On the other hand, you were happy, you loved Marilyn and you didn't care about anything. You moaned, gasped, and caressed your newly recovered lover. You had a very bad feeling, but her moans when you kissed her in her favorite places, when you made love to her, made you forget it.

“My love…” She whispered, being on the verge of collapse. “We will be invincible...”

“Yes…” You moaned, seeing her hips move disorderly. “Invincible.”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates

[tealeafgrimm]

Believing You

Harry Potter x Reader Words: 1.3k Summary: Harry had to explain himself to others more than once. More than once he was accused of lying and again and again there were people who did not believe him. But you always stand by his side.

You knew he was in a bad mood. And you couldn't blame him. Still, you had hoped that he would at least try not to take his bad mood out on you. When his name had come flying out of the Goblet of Fire and he had disappeared into the side room of the Great Hall, you had stared after him in disbelief. Harry was no genius, and he sought 'adventure' more often than he should, but he wasn't stupid enough to willingly put himself in danger when he didn't have to. You had been the only one to stay in the Hall even after the Champions had been announced to ask Harry what had happened. Hermione had tried to persuade Ron that the two of them would wait with you, but Ron had flushed red with anger and stormed out, Hermione following behind with an apologetic look.

But Harry hadn't come back and so, after two hours of waiting, you had decided to return to your dormitory. Presumably Harry was already in the dormitory as well, and had merely not returned from the same door through which he had disappeared. And so you had resolved to ask him the next morning. But you had Muggle Studies first thing and had to wait until second period to see him. The moment you saw him sitting in his seat, you knew there was a fire raging inside him. Of course, you had already heard the whispering of the other students and it was not lost on you that Ron was not sitting next to Harry as usual. Did he really believe that his best friend had betrayed him?

"Morning," you said quietly as you settled down next to Harry. Harry, apparently surprised that someone was talking to him, turned to you with a jerk and gave you a withering look.  "What do you want? To tell me what a rotten traitor I am, too. I didn't put my name in there-" "Woah, take it easy. I didn't believe for a second that you willingly threw your name into the Goblet of Fire. Someone must have been playing a dirty joke. Dumbeldore's not really going to let you compete, is he? I heard the others talking," you replied, raising your hands placatingly. " That' s what they all seem to be doing best right now. Especially Ron," Harry grumbled, glancing over his shoulder at Ron who was sitting between Seamus and Dean. "Harry, it's not that bad. Give it two days and it'll all blow over."

But even after two days, nothing had improved in Harry's situation. On the contrary, someone, and you had the feeling you knew who it was, had designed buttons against Harry's participation. And Ron didn't seem to be making any effort to make up with Harry either. "Give him some more time Harry. Once the tournament starts, they'll come around," you kept trying to reassure him. "They won't come around until I drop dead in the first task! The whole school hates me and nobody believes me! Why on earth would I want endless fame. The whole magical world knows my name anyway, everyone stares at my scar and points at me. I don't need some stupid tournament on top of that." With each word Harry's voice grew louder until finally he was almost shouting at you.

"I believe you Harry. And Hermione too. And Dumbledore and the other teachers...well, maybe not Snape and Karkaroff and Madame Maxime...it doesn't matter. You shouldn't care what the others think. You have to concentrate on your tasks. They're all just hoping to put you down so you can make a complete fool of yourself. But that's not who you are, Harry. I believe in you, I believe you. Okay?" You put a hand on his shoulder, almost expecting him to back away or shove your hand off. But instead he turned his face to you and gave you a small smile. "Thank you. And sorry for coming on to you like that."

~~~

And as time went by, the whole situation actually seemed to subside. Ron had realised after the first task how foolish it had been of him to think for even a second that Harry would voluntarily take part in this tournament. The whispering from the other students also disappeared over time and a sense of normality returned. That was the case at least until the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Together with Ron, Hermione and the other Gryffindors, you waited anxiously to see who would emerge victorious. After Harry's fantastic performances in the first two tasks, your confidence that he could win had increased significantly. It was only increased by the fact that first Fleur and then Krum had to be rescued from the maze. "He's going to make it!" you shouted joyfully and threw yourself around Hermione's neck, unable to hide your excitement and nervousness.

But then everything came about differently than expected. With bright lights and enthusiastic cheers from the audience, Cedric and Harry came back. But you knew immediately that something was wrong. Cedric lay motionless on the grass and Harry made no move to get up and celebrate. Instead, he kept bending over Cedric and his shoulders shook, almost as if he were crying. And then chaos erupted around you. Students were screaming and crying, many of them trying to run back into the castle, the teachers were having trouble keeping track of the situation and despite all the noise and chaos around you, there was a strange silence inside you. Almost as if you were not really experiencing the whole situation, but as if you were stuck in a nightmare. And when reality finally caught up with you, Harry had already disappeared and you were led back to the common rooms with the rest of your house.

~~~

"May I sit with you?" you asked Harry after you had finally found him in the shade of a tree by the Black Lake after a long search. He had hardly spoken a word to anyone since the third task. And although you respected his decision, you also knew that Harry was not very good at dealing with his emotions. You were afraid that his isolation would only increase the guilt and hatred he felt. Harry didn't look up at you, but fixed fixedly on a point on the other side of the lake. But he nodded his head, barely perceptibly, so that you settled down on the ground beside him. For a while you said nothing, but looked silently at the boy beside you.

"Stop blaming yourself Harry. The only one who is to blame for what happened is Voldemort." You had expected another outburst of anger from Harry, but instead he just exhaled deeply and turned to you. "I know. But...I think maybe I should have noticed something, done something..." "If even Dumbledore didn't realise Moody wasn't who he said he was, how would you know? It's not your fault." "Tell that to everyone else. I can see the way they look at me, they don't believe my story. Even Fudge doesn't believe a word I say. I wouldn't be surprised if he has me arrested for agitation soon," Harry grumbled. "I told you at the beginning of the school year that I believed you. And I will always believe you. Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Sirius, we all believe you. And you shouldn't care about those who don't. Fudge is just scared, like everyone else. And denial is easier than acceptance. Sooner or later they'll realise you were right." "And when it's too late?" asked Harry in a low voice, his head bowed. "What will happen will happen. There's nothing I, you, or anyone can do about that. I just want you to know that no matter what, I'm with you."

#harry potter oneshot #harry potter series #harry potter fanfiction #reader insert #one shot #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #hp x reader #harry james potter x y/n #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter

[dixie12]

the discord was talking about concussed!omega!jonny and it gave me a lot of feels

the bond had felt off all day. seabs had gotten up early for morning skate, followed by film review and a meeting with his agent, so he hadn't seen jonny since the morning. when he left, jonny had been curled into a ball on the far side of the bed, so much further away than he usually was. it was unnerving, waking up alone when he usually woke up half-smothered by jonny, surrounded by the scent of him and the warm, open feeling of the bond between them. jonny's scent was muted now, though, and seabs could barely sense it from a few feet away. jonny's forehead was tight, his shoulders tense, even in sleep, and he wasn't getting anything through the bond other than wisps that were frustrating and fleeting, like a half-remembered dream that slid through his fingers when he tried to focus on it.

the CBA allowed, and even encouraged, mates to take time off to be with their partners when they were injured. no one wanted a player getting wrecked on the ice because his head wasn't in the game, so even if it wasn't altruism behind the rules, it was pretty well accepted. even geno malkin had missed time to be with sid when he was out.

seabs had tried it a few times, but jonny shut him down. his eyes shuttered, nothing but anger and distress seeping through the bond. when seabs pushed it, jonny got frantic.

"i'm already missing so much," jonny said, voice high and panicky. "i can't make you miss time, too, seabs. i won't do that to the team!"

no matter how hard seabs tried to convince him, he was met with resistance, and he eventually gave up. all he could do was kiss jonny's sweaty hair and leave him a glass of water on the nightstand, hope jonny would be feeling better when he got home in the afternoon.

the bond nudged uncomfortably at the back of his mind all day. seabs could barely listen to his agent, who wanted to go over some of the numbers from his new contract. he was starting to feel sick, a vague nausea settling in the pit of his stomach, and if he could feel that through the bond and miles away, it must have been brutal for jonny. he made his excuses to his agent and flagged down a cab, sending positive thoughts through the bond at jonny.

he opened the door to the condo, nervous about what he would find. nothing was out of place as he rushed through the living room, but the serene quiet was unsettling. jonny was always messy, and the fact that the room looked exactly like it did when seabs went to bed last night meant jonny hadn't ventured out of the bedroom all day.

he eased the bedroom door open, not wanting to disturb jonny if he were resting, but even in the dim light filtering in through the curtains, he could see that jonny was awake. he was sitting up in bed, propped against some pillows, taking slow and measured breaths. the closer seabs got, the worse jonny looked, sweat broken out on his brow, face pale under an unhealthy flush on cheeks.

"what's going on?" seabs asked, not raising his voice above a whisper. all of his instincts were telling him to go jonny, to wrap him up in his arms, kiss all the pain and distress out of his scent, but jonny was prickly about overt alpha behavior like that on a good day, and his concussion had ramped it up even higher. he hated to be seen as weak and vulnerable, so seabs waited as patiently as he could for jonny to let him know what he needed, what he'd accept from seabs.

"wanted to shower," jonny said quietly, not looking up. "got dizzy as soon 's i sat up, though," and even if seabs couldn't see and scent his misery, he could hear it in the slur in his words betraying just how awful jonny felt.

"i'm glad you didn't hurt yourself," seabs said gently. "i'm proud of you for listening to your body, even though i know you hate feeling like this." he could catch a small spike in jonny's scent reacting to the praise, and it was enough to encourage him to go a little further. "can i help you?" he asked, and jonny paused, then nodded slowly. "thank you, baby," seabs breathed out. he moved to the bed, ventured a kiss to jonny's brow. "stay put for just a minute, ok?"

"not like i can go anywhere," jonny replied, but he didn't sound mad, just resigned.

seabs went into the ensuite. he eyed the shower, but couldn't help focusing on the tile floor, the hard angles of the shower handle, the precarious glass of the door. all jonny had to do was step wrong and slip, and he'd be even more injured. instead, seabs walked over to the huge soaking tub. they almost never used it; jonny didn't like to be coddled, and they didn't usually have time for baths, anyway. this afternoon felt like a good time for it, though.

he started the water running, waited for it to reach the right temperature and then let the tub fill. he grabbed their body wash, shampoo and conditioner, put them within easy reach, and then got two huge, fluffy towels out of the closet. he didn't have any bath salts or scrubs, but with jonny's head the way it was, he didn't want to overload him with other scents, anyway. satisfied, he turned off the water and went to collect jonny.

jonny was right where he'd left him, body stiff as he sat up in bed. seabs got into his space, shouldering right up next to him. "put your arm around me," he said, and jonny looked at him.

"you better not be tryna carry me, seabrook," jonny said, scent like raised hackles on an angry cat. seabs bit back a smile.

"wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," he said. "just want to help you a little, ok?"

jonny sighed but acquiesced, sliding one arm over seabs' shoulder. seabs got his other arm around jonny's waist, helped him slide out of bed. jonny wobbled, unsteady on his feet and leaning his weight into seabs. seabs just held him tighter at the waist. "got you, baby," he murmured, and he felt jonny slump into his side. when he wasn't concussed, jonny hated to show any signs of weakness, but now, with his defenses down, it looked like his hindbrain was willing to let his alpha take care of him.

they made their way slowly into the bathroom, jonny leaning most of his weight on seabs. he'd dropped muscle lately, unable to get to the gym, still throwing up most days, and seabs' alpha burned to see his omega looking underfed. he could feel the growl in his chest before he could do anything to stop it, but rather than get pissed, jonny broke into a soft smile, nuzzling even closer to seabs like he wanted to feel the growl and not just hear it.

seabs had expected jonny to protest the bath, to fight for his ability to stand up and shower himself, but apparently he was full of surprises this afternoon.

"yea," jonny said, looking at the bath and dropping a hand in to test the temperature. "this is probably a good idea, eh?"

seabs got jonny sitting on the edge of the bath, leaning up against the wall so he wasn't at risk of falling. he got them both out of their clothes with a minimum of fuss, neither of them hard or smelling particularly interested.

seabs eased himself into the water first, then took jonny's hand to help guide him in. he settled jonny in front of him, his own legs bracketing jonny's, boxing him in. jonny didn't bristle, didn't tense up, just leaned back, letting out a deep sigh that felt like it might be the first real breath he'd taken in days. seabs could see his eyes flutter shut, and he felt himself relax, too.

he didn't want to break the spell yet, so he laid back further, tucking jonny to his chest so jonny could hear his heart. jonny's scent was rising into something soft and content, so different from what seabs was used to lately that he couldn't help but curl down to jonny's neck, scenting him further. jonny giggled at the feeling of seabs scenting him, a noise seabs had almost never heard from him. seabs did it again, and jonny turned his neck, presenting his scent gland to seabs for easier access.

the scent soothed something in seabs, settled his alpha instincts that had been on edge. jonny was here with him, safe in his arms, scent with nothing but pleasure in it, and it was because of seabs. he'd done this, made his omega happy when he'd been hurting, and he could tell his own scent was rising in return.

"mmm," jonny groaned, shifting back against him more. seabs could tell he still wasn't hard, but seabs' own cock was twitching; it had been so long since he'd felt like was taking care of jonny, and it felt good to finally be doing his job.

he didn't want jonny to think he'd just done this to get laid, though, so he shifted back as subtly as he could.

"gonna wash your hair, babe," he said, voice going a shade deep, and he watched jonny shiver in response, felt him slump back further.

seabs poured a few handfuls of water through jonny's hair, longer than usual these days, to get it ready. the longer hair made him look young, vulnerable, and seabs vowed again to keep taking care of him.

once jonny's hair was wet, he started massaging the shampoo through it. he was gentle, mindful of jonny's concussion and his frequent migraines, but jonny didn't seem to mind. he was boneless against seabs, eyes fluttering as seabs massaged his scalp. he couldn't help but let his hands drop lower, massaging jonny's neck, as well, and he was rewarding by another low moan. his cock jerked again, reminding him how long it had been since he got off, but he tried to ignore it, refocusing on jonny.

he rinsed the shampoo out, then went through the same process with the conditioner. jonny was half asleep by the time he was done, and when seabs looked down, he could see jonny was half-hard, as well. he wasn't sure jonny was even aware of it; his scent was still radiating contentment and safety, but nothing of arousal. some sort of unconscious response, then, seabs figured.

"just have to rinse you off now, baby," seabs whispered in jonny's ear, taking another opportunity to scent him.

"yes, alpha," jonny said dreamily, and fuck, seabs shouldn't be finding this so hot. it wasn't that he was turned on or happy that jonny was injured, he knew that. it was just that jonny was usually so adamant against showing any traditional omega behavior, seeing it as weakness. now, all his walls knocked down by the concussion, he wasn't fighting it.

seabs was determined not to take advantage, though. he finished rinsing jonny, and then got them out of the bath, draining the water. jonny stayed leaning up against his chest, rubbing against seabs, scent marking him in a way he usually didn't. seabs loved it, loved jonny claiming him as his own, and the deep rumble started in his chest again. jonny's nuzzles turned into kisses against his chest, and seabs froze.

"thank you, seabs," jonny whispered. "for taking care of me."

"of course, jonny," seabs said, getting one hand on jonny's neck to keep him close, one hand under his chin, tilting it up to drop a kiss on his lips. jonny colored up beautifully, a pink tinge across his cheeks that looked so much healthier than the scene seabs had walked in on just an hour before. "let's get you dry and back to bed, yeah?"

jonny nodded, letting seabs pat him down with the soft spa towels they both loved. jonny stayed half hard, getting harder when seabs was drying off his abs and cock, but didn't make a move to take things any further.

"dizzy," jonny said when seabs was done. "think you should carry me back to bed." he looked pleasantly exhausted, seabs thought, eyes half-lidded, head almost lolling on his neck, and seabs smiled.

"anything you want, baby," he said, lifting jonny slowly into his arms. jonny fit there perfectly, and seabs wanted to carry him everywhere. he'd start with the bedroom, though, angling them safely through the doorway and settling jonny back in against his pillows. seabs got into bed behind him, pulling jonny close to his chest, letting his hand roam over jonny's chest. jonny shifted against him, scent as sweet as seabs had ever experienced from him.

"alpha," jonny murmured once more, and then, within a minute, was asleep, body going lax and heavy in seabs' arms. seabs took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling of his omega in his arms before falling asleep himself, pulling jonny even closer as he did.

#o captain my captain #jonny/seabs #197 #a/b/o dynamics #this is not what i set out to write #but it's what happened anyway #seabs taking such good care of jonny #soft soft soft #blackhawks ficlet #blackhawks thoughts

[mysticwhump]

Content Warnings: Lady whump, strangulation/breath control, collars, sadistic Whumper, creepy Whumper, referenced starvation and dehydration,

The collar on her throat pulls tight again, and her lungs start burning, her heart rate shooting up again. That half a breath hadn't been nearly enough. She forces her eyes open, glaring at a blurry Whumper above her.

"You still don't understand, do you?" Whumper tsks, shaking his head. He watches her red face get redder, mouth open in a useless attempt to draw air. "You're mine, darling. I'm the one who decides if you're fed, if you're given water."

He nods at something to her right, and tugs her collar, forcing her to look at a piece of bread and a glass of water, just out of reach of her bound arms. Her stomach growls, a reminder she hasn't eaten yet since she got captured.

He tugs her collar again, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes flutter shut, then open again. Tears start to leak out. "I control when you're allowed to breathe, if you ask nicely." He stops speaking, looking down at her. Waiting for something.

"....a..air...." She croaks out, as the dots fill her vision completely. The collar tightens more, and right before she loses consciousness, it's loosened. Just enough for a trickle of air to flow into her lungs.

She coughs, trying to draw in breath.

"Shhh, slowly, darling. Don't overwhelm yourself now." Whumper coos, a hand stroking her hair. "Shhh, I know it hurts, but you shouldn't cry. You need to conserve your water, darling." He wipes water from her cheek. He loosens the collar another notch, letting her breathe a little bit easier.

Slowly, her coughing fit subsides, heart slowing down as she regains some of her breath. Whumper smiles, hand trailing down her body, feeling her ribs.

"What do you say, darling?" Whumper asks. "Do you understand?"

"I...I'm...I'm not your....your dar... darling." She gasps out.

"Wrong answer." Whumper says, sighing. "I did so hope you would learn quickly." He tightens her collar again, cutting off all air. "But I will admit, I do so enjoy this."

She tries to struggle, wrists tugging against her restraints and trying to thrash her legs. Her lungs burn, spots swimming in her vision. She can hear him chuckle above her.

"You do look beautiful like this, darling." He says, watching her struggle. Her face, still red from a minute ago, is turning a darker red as tears leak from her eyes. Her mouth is open, hoping for any air to go into her deprived lungs, as her chest heaves. Her eyes flutter open and close, open and close. "Do you want to breathe, darling?" He grabs her chin, tightly. Her eyes flutter open, glazed and barely able to focus on him. "Are you my darling?" She glares, and he sighs. "I won't let you breathe until you admit it."

He had expected her to put up a fight, the amount of spunk she had making it all the sweeter once he broke her. He had not expected this much fight after a few days of no water, and a full week of no food. He grins- breaking her will be fun.

Her eyes start to close, her face beginning to take a blue tinge, and he slaps her. They open again, focusing on him. "Darling, I'll let you breathe the second you say you're mine." He promises. She barely nods. "Are you mine, darling?" This time, it's a definite nod, and he smiles. "Good girl."

He loosens the collar halfway, and she breathes, coughing as air rushes into her lungs. He waits until the coughing fit stops, until her red face is back to her normal pale colour. It takes a few minutes, as she is unable to still get a full breath, the collar still pressed a little tight on her throat.

"Now, was that so hard, darling?" Whumper asks.

"Pl...please...." She gasps. "No...no more. Please."

"Did you forget already?" He asks. She shakes her head, feeling the collar start to tighten again. "Who controls you?"

"Y..." The collar cuts her off, air stolen again and she turns betrayed eyes to him. He laughs again.

"C'mon, darling. Tell me. Who controls you?"

It's a choice she has to make: keep her air and stave off choking a bit longer, hoping he'll give her more air before she faints, or use the last of her air to answer him and hope he lets her breathe. Either way, she's dependent on him.

#whump #breath control #choking whump #collar #sadistic whumper #lady whump #starvation #dehydration #captivity

[zaunrising]

A man, punished.

Silco drabble with him punishing someone. I’m putting this under a cut because of blood, violence, torture, mind break, drug overdose, unwilling (mind break causes it) familial abuse (violence/death/murder), and suicide. Do what you will with that.

There were a number of ways to piss off Silco, but one of the quickest ways was betraying him. With how long he’d been in control of The Lanes, one would think people knew better, but judging from the whimpering man currently on the floor in front of Silco some people had forgotten. “All you had to do was not take the information you gained by working for me, and sell it to someone else. Disappointing. Truly. I expected better of you, but I suppose you need a reminder as to how important loyalty and self-control is.” Letting out a soft sigh, almost like a disappointed teacher, Silco shook his head.

The man on the floor had in fact sold information, and had spent the past couple of hours being beaten by Silco’s people. Silco himself hadn’t even shown up until perhaps fifteen minutes ago, having better things to do than be there the entire time, but he wasn’t going to miss the grand event. Glancing over to one of his runners, Silco waved a hand, nodding towards a nearby door. “Go ahead.” On the floor, there was a quiet little sobbing as the beaten man managed to get himself up to crawl towards Silco. “P, please. Sir. I fucked up. Please just let me go home to my family. I won't, I won’t make this mistake again. It was just one mistake, plEASE!”

The sudden rising of his voice came from Silco moving to one side, and casually kicking the man’s knee to break it. “One mistake? It wasn’t just once, we both know that. Besides, getting drunk, and letting a piece of information slip is a mistake. Taking someone's money, and giving them information in return isn’t a mistake, it’s a transaction, Tommy.” Reaching towards his now broken knee, Tommy swallowed as he looked up at Silco. “It hurts. Hurts so much. Please. I understand, you’re…you’re right… wait. Wait, wait what are they doing here!? What are you doing with them? No, don’t hurt my family!” A hand reached pleadingly towards his wife, and seventeen-year-old son who had just gotten dragged into the area through the opened door, and shoved down into chairs. Not that his attempt to reach out to them did any good, as he was on one side of a large basement room while his wife and son found themselves bound to chairs and gagged on the other side. Silco shook his head. “Hurt your family? Oh, Tommy, I’m not going to hurt your family. Rather, I’m giving you the opportunity to prove yourself, and to remember how important it is not to make the wrong choice.”

Holding out a hand, he motioned with his fingers, and a moment later a knife was put into his hand along with a pistol. Tommy at this point tried to stand, but with his knee broken collapsed back down. “Don’t hurt them! They didn’t do anything, I’ll take responsibility. It’s all on me. They didn’t know anything. Please Silco… Please!” Silco frowned as he looked down at the begging man. “I already said I wasn’t going to hurt them. Did we damage your hearing, as well as the rest of you, or are you just stupider than expected?” Moving over to the two people bound to the chairs, he put the knife down in front of them, and the gun. “No, instead, you are going to have the opportunity to make a choice.”

Utterly confused, Tommy just shook his head, confused, lips parting, and then closing as tears ran down his cheeks while watching Silco. The chem-baron walked back to Tommy, which as the basement had been large enough to function as an apartment before most of the walls were taken down, took longer than one might think. “Do you know what Zaun has in abundance? No? Scrap. Metal scrap as a matter of fact. A great deal of which is either sharp, or can be sharpened. Almost like hardened glass shards, really. Normally not a problem since most people in Zaun either stay away from the scrap, or have the shoes or gloves to handle it properly.” Looking down at Tommy, his lips pulled into a dark smile. “Ah, but all you have now is a pair of pants. Well, I suppose that’s where the self-control comes in at.” Taking a few steps back towards Tommy’s family members, Silco nodded. Suddenly there was a sound of crashing metal pouring out over the floor as a couple of runners tipped over a large barrel filled with small sharpened metal pieces that stretched out across the floor between Silco and Tommy.

“I know. What’s a bit of pain, and blood in order to get to your family, really? Any decent Zaunite could crawl across a mile or more of this in order to get to their loved ones. So let’s make it a bit more interesting, shall we?” Reaching into his coat, Silco pulled out a few vials of shimmer, and shook them. “You are already bleeding, and cut up a bit. Skin broken from being bludgeoned, or a knife used on you or whatever else as I understand. Now shimmer, in case you were unaware, doesn’t have to be drank. If it gets into your blood stream, it still takes effect.” Two vials opened, and the shimmer tossed out across the metal. Slowly, Tommy’s eyes widened, and his lips parted, realizing what he’d have to do.

Silco took a few steps back. More metal, and more shimmer. Steps back, metal, shimmer. Steps, metal, shimmer. Over and over until he was by Tommy’s wife and son. “When you get here, there’s a knife to set them free with, or a loaded gun to do…well…whatever you might wish to in the end. Set them free, and you all live. There’s an easier route, of course. Kill yourself, and your family lives. Otherwise, if your family doesn’t live you really will have failed to prove yourself, and no one will need you anymore. Certainly not I after being disappointed by you yet again.”

Turning around, Silco opened a door, and simply left the room. Heading up a flight of stairs, and then a second one to be rather far above the basement, he nonetheless had a perfect view of everything that would happen as at the floors above the basement had been ripped out. Reaching into his coat, Silco pulled out a cigarette, and his lighter. “Tommy. If you don’t start fucking moving by the time my cigarette is done, we will lock the door, and you can starve to death down there with your family.” Tilting his head a bit, the lighter clicked, and his cigarette was lit.

Behind their gags both Tommy’s wife, and his son were trying to plead and yell. Both had tears streaming down their faces, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the chairs were bolted into the floor, they likely would have tossed their chairs over to the side. Tommy on the other hand looked panicked, and at a loss of what to do. Looking up at Silco’s utterly merciless face, the man almost started to plead again before whimpering and looking back at the sharpened metal laid out across the floor in front of him. Finally, he moved, reaching out with a hand to try to brush it to one side, but that was met with a sharp hiss of pain as there wasn't any safe side to touch. They were for all intents and purposes caltrop’s with every side sharpened, and coated with shimmer. A particularly brutal thing to have to get through, and with nothing on except for pants, there was little Tommy could do except pray. Pray, and start to move.

Once again he tried to stand, and to his credit he got a few limping steps forward doing his best to ignore the metal underfoot, inevitably however he fell. Too tired, and hurt as well as emotional to catch himself properly, his wife and son watched as the man they were counting on to save them simply crashed into the metal. It wouldn’t have been that bad, perhaps, as he turned his head, and ensured his eyes were saved and none of the metal was large enough to react anything vital. However, the shimmer spread over the metal introduced a bit of a problem. Still smoking his cigarette, Silco raised his eyebrows, and actually chuckled softly.

“Things do escalate quickly.”

The shimmer of course started to take effect, and it made Tommy forget for a moment the potential consequences of taking in too much of it. With the pain fading under the high of the drug, and his wounds starting to heal, he started to move faster. With that broken knee, however, it kept him crawling. Each hand coming down made his skin split open, and shimmer enter his blood stream. Each knee crunching against metal, and calf getting sliced apart as he moved, opened him to the shimmer even more. With the pain largely inconsequential all of a sudden, and his muscles starting to get larger as the shimmer going right into his bloodstream forced that over dose to sweep over his body, Tommy started to lose himself. Hands crashing down into the metal almost embedding it into his hands while his eyes changed, he nearly seemed like some wild animal. As Tommy continued moving towards his utterly helpless family, they now looked more afraid of their loved one than anything else.

Silco took a long slow drag off of his cigarette then called out. “If they die, so do you.” Glancing at one of his runners, who by now was looking a bit disturbed, he raised an eyebrow before looking back down to the show. If they couldn’t take working for him, better to find out now rather than later after all. Eyes utterly cold, he shook his head. “I don’t think he’s going to enjoy learning why self-control can be a vital thing.”

Tommy, if he even heard Silco, didn’t register what had been said at all. At this point, despite being on all fours, he was charging at his family with nothing in his mind except for a savage violent impulse, and there was nothing at all to distract him from them. A hand on his wife’s knee to raise him up, and his other hand came up to start hitting what to him was just flesh to dominate. Just meat to prove his strength on. The whimpering and crying, enjoyable if it was acknowledged at all. Bulked up on shimmer shoved into his blood steam by injury after injury, with his mind at that moment broken from everything that had happened that day, all Tommy could think of was stopping things. The fact that the people in front of him had nothing at all to do with what had happened didn’t matter.

His fists rained down on the woman like a butcher with a hammer tenderizing meat, and even with his strength, at first it didn’t seem like it’d do much. However, then the wooden chair broken and he was able to straddle his wife. Something they’d likely done in one form or another for enjoyment more than once in the past was now something horrifying. The last thing she’d ever see was the utterly crazed look on her husband's face. The last thing she’d feel was the pain from his fists slamming into her face before he grabbed her head to smash it against the floor, fast, breaking it like an egg. The entire time his son was screaming behind the gag, and shaking his head with tears streaming down so quickly, one might almost imagine he’d drown himself as they soaked into the gag. It would have been more merciful if he had.

With the woman dead Tommy turned, and with the shimmer continuing its work making him stronger still while healing him constantly, he only needed one strike to break the chair his son was in. This time the blow made the gag get ripped free and his son screamed out. “DAD NO PLEASE!” It was the last understandable words the teenager would ever speak as those fists started to work at him. After the chair was broken, a large piece of wood was grabbed a moment later, and used as a club to beat the seventeen-year-old nearly to death with before it was used to crush his throat, ensuring his passing. With both his victims dead, Tommy turned, and started to hurl himself against the walls trapping him, jumping as high as he could. However, with how high up Silco was, Tommy had no chance of jumping out even with his knee half healed. Each jump made his knee break again however as the pressure ensured whatever work had been done on it was nullified, and catching at the walls made his nails get ripped out, leaving bloody streaks behind.

Finishing his cigarette, Silco tossed it into the basement before glancing around to check the time. “I’ll be back in an hour. Watch him.” His runners got the task of ensuring Tommy didn’t escape, and it was an easy task. Easy, that was, if you ignored the sight of the bodies and the screams ripping apart Tommy’s vocal cords over and over again as the shimmer healed him each time. Some part of his broken mind recognized what he’d done, but with the overdose it rendered him incapable of anything except trying to escape and screaming. The task wasn’t actually that easy, and the “fucking new guy” would be having nightmares that night despite downing a bottle of cheap tequila.

An hour later Silco returned, and Tommy was calmed down enough that despite still being bulky he was now crouched over his family weeping. Hands behind his back, Silco watched for a moment before calling out. “Disappointing. No one needs you anymore. No family, or anyone else. You failed Tommy. Everyone, them and yourself as well. So what will you do now?” Tommy predictably enough whirled around, pistol in hand, and Silco stepped back out of view. Turning around, Silco shook his head as he called out. “A waste. Complete waste. Goodbye, Tommy.”

With no one to vent his rage, and grief on except himself, Tommy decided to try to join his family.

Moments later a shot would be heard, and the clink of a pistol hitting the ground as well as a heavy body’s thud as it to hit the ground.

Silco glanced to one of his people. “Make sure he’s dead, wash off the metal and collect it all up. Clean up the basement.” The sound of the new guy retching, and then letting his lunch come up over in one corner got no reaction at all from Silco as he simply left.

There was other business to take care of after all, and perhaps he’d take an hour before bed for a bit of knitting as well.

That’d be a nice way to end the day.

#⌱ THAT'S WHY WE FIGHT | SILCO (ic) #⌱ MEMORIES SHARED | SILCO (drabbles) #cw blood #cw drugs #cw murder #cw death #cw violence

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ Tell me the truth, brothers; is she prettier than me? Yasmeen, do you think she's prettier than me? You all can say the truth I won't throw a fist. ” – Calypso to Blue and Malachai, then to Yasmeen about Zelda

Yasmeen shared a look with the brothers, who both seemed confused and taken by surprise by Calypso's question. She knew Calypso's brothers for long enough to know that, out of the two, only Blue could give an actually reassuring answer to his little sister. However, Yasmeen wouldn't count too much on it today. Ever since Zelda presented herself at court, Blue couldn't take his eyes off her. He seemed intrigued by her. Even at this moment, where the four of them were in a corner of the palace room, looking at Zelda talking with Aeron in the distance, Blue's eyes went to the claimed lost fae - Yasmeen didn't fully believe her. Something wasn't adding up. She didn't know why but she for sure would do a little digging and spying later.

"Hum, Blue ?" Kai asked, clearly not planning on his little brother's lack of response.

"Yeah? Oh right... Hum, you're both pretty I guess."

"What does that even mean?" Calypso protested, her voice rising. Even Yasmeen had to admit that this was a lame response - but in Blue's defense, he was busy fighting with his memories at the moment. Or rather his lack of.

"What our brother is saying..." Kai corrected, clearly pissed at Blue to have to be the one to find the right words to comfort Calypso "Is, why is this important to you?"

"I don't know. Just look at her. Ulla let her present herself as her daughter. She barely doesn't even admit we're family! What's so special about that girl?"

That was part of the problem of course. But Yasmeen knew that Calypso decided to omit the fact that she was equally annoyed by a certain fae prince freely laughing with that blonde girl, just a few meters from them.

"Just forget about Ursula already." Blue chipped in, his anger against the sea witch strong enough to make him forget about Zelda for a second. "She betrayed you in the worst way possible. She's not worth your affection."

"I know, but..."

"And look." Kai added, seconds away from regretting his input. "Your trash husband seems all over her. If he likes her, she can't be that pretty or interesting, right?"

"Wow. You're both completely useless, thanks!"

Calypso didn't even let them the time to react that she was gone, probably in the direction of her chambers. Kai seemed completely surprised and lost by this reaction. Blue too, but he quickly gathered himself to go talk to Zelda.

Yasmeen tried to hold back her laughter at the view of a completely confused Malachai, but she couldn't. He seemed to remember her presence at this moment. She had that effect most of the time, she was so silent that she could almost disappear. It served her a great deal, mostly to collect secrets.

"Did I say something wrong?" Kai asked her, clearly lost, which made Yasmeen laugh even more.

"Oh yes. But it was an honest mistake. You can't predict the effects of jealousy."

"That doesn't make any sense. Does she think Ulla chose Zelda because of her looks? I know my sister and-" Once again, he was cut by Yasmeen's laughter. "What is it??"

"Nothing. Men are so clueless, that's all."

"Well then tell me!"

"I'm sure you can figure it out by yourself. Right now, I have your little sister to comfort, since you both did such a terrible job."

With these words, Yasmeen left Kai to his confusion and went back to Calypso's quarters. She wondered if the mermaid was even aware of her own feelings for Aeron. She also wondered if those feelings were a good idea. Regardless, she knew deep down that there was more about Zelda that she let on. And she'll figure out the truth soon enough.

#this one made me laugh so I wanted to answer it #yes even from my phone #the brothers are clueless and yasmeen is so amused by their family drama #yasmeen #yasmeen writing prompt #blue #blue writing prompt #yasmeen x calypso #blue x calypso #i love yas bullying every men differently lmao #making fun of kai and threatening aeron #i need to find something for blue #writing prompt #likeafairytale #yasmeen x malachai #blue x malachai

[cyber-cry-baby]

Miasma pt. 9 "Trust"

Caustic x fem reader Words: ~900 Warnings: none Previous chapter | Next chapter

Feeling upset and disappointed, you wandered back towards your apartment. Your mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions from moments ago that you couldn't untangle. It was probably around four or five o'clock, although you couldn't be sure since your phone was dead and there was no clock in sight. Not that it mattered; sleep was on the horizon.

A thought crossed your mind — maybe you should turn around and follow Alexander. But where did he go? Probably to sleep, but where? You didn't know where he was sleeping, only the location of his laboratory.

Besides, you were quite convinced that some higher force had just prevented you from making a life-altering mistake. It was a sign from the universe that you needed to stop your foolishness and regain your senses. You tried to convince yourself that you made the move only for the sake of a distraction, not your desires. But when you recalled how you were melting in that man's hands just minutes ago, you felt like banging your head against the wall.

You'd have given anything for Alexander to take you right now.

But maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

Not that these thoughts hadn't crossed your mind before...

You were almost at your door when you were snapped back to reality by an obstacle blocking your path. A figure stood before you, and then you recognized them.

"How's it going?" X's rough voice startled you.

"Uh, hanging in there”, you muttered, fumbling for your key card to open your door.

"You seem to be doing quite well in the task I assigned you. And I assume you've achieved something?” the man didn't move an inch to step aside. Your face flushed. Did he see everything that just happened? You sighed deeply and tried to focus. Your head was beginning to clear from the alcohol, and you gathered yourself. If you revealed now what you saw on the computer screen, you could stop thinking about the whole operation and, by extension, Alexander. You could focus solely on yourself.

"I visited his lab and saw something on his computer”, you stated. "It said he was actually planning to unleash a gas that would destroy the entire Solace City."

The man looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Your own words brought you back to reality. What on earth were you doing with a man who was planning something like that?

"And he left that information on his computer for you to see?" the man sounded incredulous.

You nodded, and he burst into laughter.

"We already suspected he might be up to something like that. We were waiting for some new information. Plus, didn't it cross your mind that this man is clever? He probably expected you to see it. He's playing some sort of game with you, testing you."

You looked at him dumbfounded.

"Especially considering what just happened. That man was just using you. It might be wise to reconsider whom you trust”, X grinned broadly, and you felt foolish and betrayed. Could that really be true? Doubt and a mild panic washed over you. You couldn't trust anyone now.

"This turned out to be amusing. But since you'd truly gotten close to Caustic, you could try fishing for more information. In case he was toying with you and knew you were spying on him... well, maybe we could still benefit from that. Let the operation continue”, X glanced at his wristwatch and stepped aside from your door. He gestured for you to go to sleep, an evil smirk on his face.

"I won't continue this any longer, I've had enough!" you hissed. There was nothing fun about this anymore, and now you didn't even know who was on your side and who wasn't. X smiled at you, almost pityingly.

"Well now, it seems you don't have many options, my dear."

*

Everything would be easier if you could just share your thoughts with someone. But you couldn't. X had reminded you of the rules. You were alone in this and did what you were told, or they could hurt your family. You replied to your friends' messages sadly. If only people on the outside knew where you had ended up. They admired your life in the game, and you actually had fans. Your family was so proud.

And what did you do?

Your weakness annoyed you once again. Did you really have options? Your new friends in the game, all of them had a tough life and tough events in the past, yet they manage to get through. Everyone has their battles to fight, and they are legends.

Would you be a true legend if you didn't have to prove it in a hard way?

Next morning you gathered your strength once again and decided to handle things gracefully until the end. You didn't need to rely on anyone else but yourself.

Your thoughts jumped from Syndicate to Alexander. Who was really playing with you here? You couldn't know unless you found out. For your own sake. Despite little sleep and a hangover, you felt stronger than ever. You knew yourself. You would show everyone what you were made of. And if someone took advantage of you, they would regret it.

Luckily, there were people here you could definitely rely on a hundred percent. You were happy about the real friends you had found in the Apex Games. And next week would be full of preparations for a new game.

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[layanasstories]

Oblivion

SEVEN

We paid for our drinks, which surprised the waitress a bit, because neither of us had taken a sip yet. Then we decided on the way to the subway to order pizza and have it delivered to my house. I felt like the ride in the metro went by too fast. Because we talked about small things, I asked him questions about himself, which he was happy to answer. But he did the same the other way around too, even though he already knows everything.

He makes me feel like we're getting to know each other in an honest equal way. He doesn't treat me like I'm broken. I do notice that he avoids some subjects, such as family, especially the past, but he does with respect. And I appreciate that. It's nice not to be treated like a dull boring girl with problems. He sees me as me and not my broken brain with a woman attached.

When we arrive at my house, the delivery person with our pizza is already at the door. I take the pizzas from the guy and want to pay, but Jake beats me. "Hey, I invited you to dinner. So it's up to me to pay!" he smiles. I shake my head with a smile in disapproval, then I open the door to my apartment complex. Once inside, we are first greeted by JJ and Rickie, they couldn't purr any louder. And they couldn't get away from Jake, as if they'd let him pass the test and found him good. When I've hushed them into my bedroom, I put the pizza boxes on my coffee table, open, ready to take out pieces. Also I get two glasses and the drinks. Then we both take a seat on the couch, I sit down a bit to the side, with one leg raised so I can look at him. "Okay, start" I say "I'm ready". He clears his throat and begins,"I won't go into too many details for now. But I promise you, I'll tell you everything." I nod that I understand that many details can make the story very confusing.

"About six and a half years ago, you stepped into a life you never expected to be so twisted. You got involved in a missing person case against your own choice. My half-sister went missing and because of your sacrifices you found her again. You had to make many difficult choices, you ignored threats from the kidnapper and also from my former pursuers. It was a dangerous, emotional and difficult time. But besides that, there were also beautiful and happy moments, you made friends. And... You fell in love." I saw him swallow a lump in his throat. His look was full of pain and regret. "On your notes you wrote names, Dan, Lilly, Thomas, Cleo and Jessy. And my name too. All are your friends. But you are missing a few, Richy, Hannah and Alan."

He stops talking abruptly because he sees the shock on my face. "Keep nothing to yourself okay? Just say whatever comes to mind." he tried to reassure me. "Alan..." is all I can get out. "Yes, Alan Bloomgate. Alan whom you now know as your ex." he says emotionlessly. I sense something is not right and ask him "What is wrong with Alan?". "Believe me, we'll get there." he answers. "Hannah is the sister who was missing. I'll tell her story another time. Richy was your friend, but betrayed you in the worst way. He was behind the kidnapping. And he lured you to the place where you lost your memory." he sighs and takes a sip of his drink before continuing. "Richy was hiding in a mine near the village of Duskwood, not Darkwood." he raised his eyebrow to acknowledge what was in my notes. "He lured you there. I begged you not to go and that I would go instead of you. You agreed, but you went anyway. If I had known..." I see the memory fill his eyes with tears.

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[pavo-ocxllus]

« rewind. / pause. / fast forward. »

you knew of TARTAGLIA's strength in spite of his lithe build, but he seemed awfully relaxed behind the thin sheet of glass separating the two of you. it seemed unlikely for him to pull anything.

you managed to relax yourself, letting out a deep sigh. "i'd appreciate it if you won't keep up your remarks and focus on lessening your sentence."

"of course, of course—the sooner, the better."

you were a little surprised how enthusiastic he was to get this done. did he say that just to throw you off?

...whatever, you weren't about to get shaken up by him.

"alright... let's get to the point. do you remember anything from two weeks ago?"

"i seem to forget... but you know who i won't?"

just wanting for this interrogation to go smoothly, you let him continue. 

"you."

you sighed. "look, i'm not sure what this is, but i don't think your family will appreciate it when we withdraw from your case—"

"what," the room immediately sent a blast of arctic freeze through your blood at the change of tone evident in his voice. scary how people can quicklychange not only their mood, but the mood at the same time. "how the hell did they—"

"i don't mean to interrupt," a familiar voice broke tartaglia out of that chilling transformation, the both of you redirecting your attention to behind you. "there's someone here to see you."

KAEYA relaxed himself against the door frame, his face not betraying an ounce of his plans. naturally, tartaglia was quick to raise a brow. was quick to raise a brow.

"who?"

"oh, nobody special i presume... there is a young boy, though. looks about the spitting image of you—how adorable-"

"kaeya," you interjected. it was then you noticed tartaglia's hands shaking from behind the plexiglass. you started walking towards the door. "a word, please."

closing the door behind you, kaeya changed his position to rest on that instead of the door frame. 

"that definitely wasn't necessary."

"oh yeah? the interrogation was going a little bit slow for my taste, so i figured that i'd quicken things up a little."

"well, you didn't have to do it like that!"

"i'm sorry, but who's the criminal here?" much like tartaglia's, kaeya's tone grew dark, the glint in his eyes dimming. "he's murdered, [name]—he's a danger to society. he has no regard for others, much less himself. you can't exactly play nice with him."

"i know that!" letting your emotions get true better of you, kaeya and some other officers nearby perked up. "but he's already been tried for that and serving his time. i don't know about you, but i'm focused on his current case. in eyes of the law, he's innocent until proven guilty!"

you took his silence as a push to continue. "i won't stop at anything to prove whatever it is—but as of now, he didn't do anything."

pushing past him to get back to the interrogation room, you then noticed tartaglia was now more relaxed than he was when you first went in. the way his brash confidence replaced by quietness strangely made him look less tense.

"...you didn't have to do that."

"i wanted to," you answered honestly. "it's just something about his tactics that feel underhanded..."

"i'll take part in the questioning," he suddenly blurted it out, much to your surprise. "i'll be out of your hair in no time."

you couldn't help but try and hold in a squeal and your obvious elation. "that's great! uh, i mean... good."

you were quick to get yourself situated, finding a chair nearby to start questioning. "alright... back to where we've started... do you remember what happened two weeks ago? the night of mr. ragnvindr's crash?"

"easy. it was my youngest brother, teucer's birthday. i thought i'd get him a little gift with some money i made at the prison and give it to him in person while i'm at it."

ignoring his casual admittance of jailbreak, you just jotted it down and continued. "is there any reason why anyone would accuse you of the crime?"

"well... now that i think about it, i believe so. i'm not the only fatui head, as you probably know. and let's say we're not exactly... fond of each other."

"anyone in particular?"

"hmm... if i had to say... the fair lady, the marionette, and... ah ha! the balladeer."

"why do you think so?"

he was about to give you an answer, but then stopped himself. you knew by how quick he was to pick up after you that he was going to go off on a rant, but he seemed to value your time enough to cut himself.

"if you're going to track them down by themselves, i wouldn't bother with the first two... one's six feet under, though she's moreso toasted," he snickered as if you'd get it. "and the other... i think she's only just annoyed by me. as for the balladeer..."

tartaglia stopped again. 

"he just has something out for me... though i guess that's not saying much 'cause he has something out for everybody."

a dry laugh rang out through the room. 

"i see..." seeing that you were reaching the end of your prepared questions, you went to look up to him for one last time. "do you have anyone else that can testify for you?"

"there's my family, obviously. my subordinates and co-workers, though who's to say that they wouldn't break their oaths and commit perjury just to rise up the ranks..."

"...right, i think that just about does it," after a period of silence, you added the final notes and beamed up at him, standing up. "thank you for cooperating."

"thank you for not dropping my case," tartaglia sighed, a smile on his face despite you opening the door, letting two officers file in to fetch him. "and one more thing—well—two more things."

"yeah?"

"i meant it when i said you're a pretty one. just thought you should know," the sparkle of sincerity in his eyes caused you to blush. "and you can call me childe. it's quicker, and something tells me we'll be seeing each other more often after today."

he left the room with the officers tight on his trail.

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#𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.! #𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠: [𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭...!].! #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader