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“Na’vi Can’t be With Humans”| Chapter 3

Summary: lo’ak explains to y/n that he doesn’t want tsireya but his dad wants them to get along, when the sky people attack the village, y/n has to decide if the love she has for lo’ak is strong enough for her to risk her life for him and possibly dying in the process

warnings/notes: Tsireya still being a bitch , time skip happened in part 1 reader and Lo’ak are 16 now, as i said before i picture y/n as black in all my stories w/o mentioning skin tone or hair type but in this story y/n has curly hair (3b-3c)

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you went back to your hut and laid down allowing your self to fall asleep to the water, the ilu’s noises, the mumbled voices from far away.

you opened your eyes and you were in your link bed you got up and headed for your bedroom only be stopped halfway “Where do you think your going?” you looked over to see your dad standing there looking at you his arms crossed, you looked at him confused “huh?” he walked up to you “tell me what happened when you seen lo’ak and allat”

you shrugged “just the usual i guess, there isn’t really much to talk about, other than some annoying girl who keeps clinging on him” you roll your eyes at the thought, your dad nodded “makes sense, but hey look at the bright side he’s trying to talk to you,” he said looking at you and placing his hand on your shoulder “and knowing my daughter, you won’t let him explain, so try letting him do that” he said with a smile and stalked back to the lab.

sure, Youd think its that easy you thought rolling your eyes you stalked to your bed tired from all the traveling and dealing with tisreya you crashed onto the bed, letting your body sink into it allowing sleep to fall over you.

"hey, you gotta wake up village life starts early" your mom said shaking you up you groaned looking up at her "whyyyy" she laughed at your figure turning around toward the wall "you wanted to do this, wake up" she said pulling the blankets off your body "fine im up" you stand up and walk to the bathroom and do your daily routine, then you head to the link room "my link ready yet?" you ask someone walking into the room "almost, its 99% online just a few more seconds" you nodded and opened the link before laying inside it "online" you closed the link and cleared your head.

you opened your eyes are seen you were back in the village you sighed and changed clothes once done you grabbed your music player and put a headphone in your ear "y/n?" you sighed quietly "whats up lo'ak" you say turning to him with a hand on your hip.

lo'ak look around nervously beofre walking you watching your eyes for your approval, you gave it to him and allowed him to step foot into your hut, "so, whatcha listening to" you laughed and gave him the other headphone.

"is pink + white by frank ocean, my mom has a bunch of him songs on here by him" you say smiling as you show scroll through the songs on the small device, lo'ak smiled at your face filled with joy as you scrolled through the music showing him, it made it happen that his interest of human music was him way of seeing you so relaxed and smiling when hes around.

"i wanted to talk you," he watched your eyes avert from the screen to him "about tisreya" you rolled your eyes ready to kick him out but remembered what your dad said you signed "tell me."

lo'ak was shocked by your answer "i dont want to be around her, i dont know where she got the idea of me wanting to mate with her from, if im honest ive been avoiding her, until my dad found out and was like 'you need to be nice to her, shes the cheifs daughter' y'know basic shit my dad says all the time."

you look at him in shock "really?" he nodded at you causing you to hug him "every change i try to see you, talk to you, everything that involves you shes there, it gets annoying" you laugh at him "youll be fine, if thats how you really feel ill be for baring around her, might even a bitch."

he laughed knowing he got his bestfriend back, the girl he has feelings for.

when the hug was over he switched the subject “you still listen to that one guy? uh what was his name,” he sat there thinking for you moment you waiting with a confused look plastered on your face “i don’t know, one of the parts he sings is, “sit down be humble” or some shit” you stare for a moment “OH kendrick lamar?” “yes that’s the guy” you smile “yea of course i do a lot.”

it was like for a few hours just talking about how he bonded with a tulkun who’s just like him an outcast and listening to music, until all that was interrupted by tisreya “lo’ak there you are, i’ve been looking for you what are you doing here? With her?” she said with disgust lo’ak looked at you then back at tisreya.

“listening to music with my bestfriend what else, you can clearly see me talking and having a headphone in my ear can you not?” lo’ak was angry with the way she addressed you with disgust.

before he could continue a meeting was called ronals soul sister was found dead her calf beside her, jake was trying to warn everyone about what was happening but that didn’t work until he stood up holding the device in the air, your eyes widened at the sight fear spreading throughout your body.

“tell the tulkun if they have this on them, there marked for death, please” jake made everyone silent and after awhile they reluctantly agreed.

you noticed lo’ak sneaking away from everyone and heading towards the ilu’s “lo’ak we’re are you going?” he stopped in his tracks “to warn him, no one will tell him, so i have to” you looked at him “lo’ak i’m sure he’ll be fi-“ “NO!” you flinched away from him.

lo’ak has never raised his voice at you, but it was different he sounded angry, angry at you for trying to stop him.

“he’s my family and my brother and someone who accepts me unlike you and neteyam and the rest of the omatikaya” he stared at your face for a moment his eyes widened at his words he tried to reach out to you but you slapped his hand away before it could come in contact.

“FINE!” you screamed as you turned your back to him so he didn’t see the tears in your eyes and walked away and headed to where kiri was with tuk, you grabbed an ilu you’ve been riding since your stay, you also learned to control your breathing as you rode close to them.

a annoyed look plastered on your face caused tuk to asked what happened which gained kiris attention, you told them what happened and how lo’ak treated you rudely.

kiri thought for a moment before responding “when we came here lo’ak got really comfortable here, he pretty much considers himself metkayina while me and neteyam don’t, we don’t want to be metkayina from birth we are omatikaya and will always be, lo’ak considers the tulkun to be his brother, and honestly more of a brother than neteyam,” she sighed “i just want to go home.”

you looked at her sadly, you didn’t know how to feel when she said lo’ak considered this place his home instead of the forest, it hurt you, you both had many memories there in the forest of pandora, you grew up there, you didn’t know you would be willing to leave the forest behind for the man you grew to love, it might be selfish but you would be leaving everything and everyone you knew.

unlike lo’ak who was seen as a na’vi with demon blood, you were seen as a human in a false body, not being accepted, not feeling welcomed, you felt like the metkayina and neytiri were right all along.

you were a alien, a demon never meant to join in the life of na’vi and maybe there were right, and with what lo’ak said to you, maybe you should just go back home and stay there.

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y’all i’m a lier, next chapter is the last chapter and will be pretty long, but i need know should i keep neteyam alive or no?

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #pandora #lo’ak #loak x reader #loak sully #atwow loak #lo’ak x you #neteyam #tuk sully #kiri sully

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emotionalcadaver · 4 months

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Part 16: Because You'll Be Together

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Limbo brings new dangers. But perhaps, also, catharsis.

Word Count: 3,501

Notes: Warnings for depictions of violence.

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There was seawater in her mouth, leaving her to sputter and choke on it as she rose up from the crashing waves, hands and feet sinking into the wet sand beneath her. She blinked her eyes against the water threatening to flood them, another wave crashing against her back and shoving her a few inches forward.

A hand seized her by the upper arm, pulling her up to her feet. Alice grasped a fistful of Cobb’s jacket to steady herself, staring up at the crumbling skyscrapers that rose up just at the edge of the beach.

“Was that all you and Mal’s?” she asked, nodding to the city.

“Yeah,” confident that she was steady on her own two feet, Cobb let her go, heading further down the beach to grab Ariadne. Alice turned away from the city, gazing out over the crashing water.

She had always loved the ocean. Ever since she was a little girl. Many of her fondest memories involved splashing in the waves or playing on the sand with Robert when they were children. Or sitting at the docks, feet dangling to rest in the water as they watched the sunset.

“Alice!”

Starting at Cobb’s call, she began to wade her way through the water towards him and Ariadne, climbing from the waves and onto the dry land.

“Do you know what building she’ll be in?” Alice asked. Cobb nodded. As they walked, she took in the towering ruins of skyscrapers above them. She recognized a few specific buildings from Cobb and Mal’s pasts as they walked. And little details. Quirks in the architecture that screamed of their individual styles. Ariadne had lots of questions that she asked Cobb. Alice remained mostly silent. Her thoughts were overtaken with worry for Robert. Guilt for allowing any of this to happen in the first place.

She should have never agreed to Eames’s plan. Should never even have considered it.

If he was already lost down here, mind turned to nothing to mush, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

“Hey,” Cobb touched her arm as they rounded a corner. As if he’d read her mind. “He’s strong. He’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“His subconscious has nearly torn us to pieces, and that’s when slowed under sedation. And he survived Maurice all those years, right?”

She nodded miserably. Cobb smiled reassuringly.

“I think he can handle a few hours with Mal. I don’t think she’ll actually hurt him, anyway. Not when she can use him as leverage against me.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” she grumbled sarcastically, then sighed in defeat. “You’re probably right.”

“I’m sorry. I never should have continued with this once I found out it was Robert.”

Alice shrugged. “You wanted to go back to your children. Besides,” she cracked her neck as she rolled it from side to side. “He wanted to do it.”

“What?” both Cobb and Ariadne rounded on her with wide eyes.

“When Eames came to me about it, he suggested that I tell Robert what was going on. So I did. I told him you’d been hired to perform an inception on him to break up Fischer Morrow in exchange for getting back to your children.”

“And he agreed?”

“Robert wants to leave Fischer Morrow. He hates it there. But he…I don’t know. He feels like he can’t. Like he’s obligated to keep going for his father, I guess. Still trying to win his love and approval, even beyond the grave. Or maybe because it’s the only thing he’s ever known. When I told him about this…I think he hoped that it would finally give him the push he needed to get out,” she shrugged.

“He can’t break free,” Cobb whispered. Alice flashed him a sad smile.

“Guess you and I aren’t that different,” both two people just trying to help those they loved get out of a terrible situation. Resorting to inception to do it. She’d thought that maybe because Robert had given his consent, that would make her different, somehow.

She no longer thought that.

After everything that had happened…everything that had gone wrong when he had trusted her to keep him safe, he would probably hate her.

She sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

They followed Cobb past rows of his and Mal’s old houses, finally into an apartment style building and into an elevator.

“How are we gonna bring Fischer back?” Ariadne asked as they began to ride up.

“We’re gonna have to come up with some kind of a kick,” Cobb mused.

“What?” Ariadne asked.

Cobb loaded his gun. “I’m gonna improvise. Listen, there’s something you should know about me. About inception.”

Alice snapped her head around to him, eyes wide. As far as she knew, she was the only one he’d told the truth to. And that was only because she half dragged it out of him.

The elevator stopped, and they got out, her and Ariadne behind Cobb.

“An idea is like a virus,” he murmured. “Resilient. Highly contagious. And the smallest seed of an idea can grow,” he raised the gun as they got to the end of the hallway. “It can grow to define…or destroy you.”

Mal was sitting at the head of the dining room table with her back to them, a kitchen knife in front of her.

“The smallest idea, such as: ‘your world is not real.’ Simple little thought that changes everything,” Mal mused, glanced over her shoulder at them.

Alice knew, the moment that she looked at her, that the creature in front of her was not her friend. Mal had always had an air of mystery about her. A sense of unshakable melancholy. But she was never cruel, or frightening. And she certainly never played so carelessly with kitchen knives, the way that the shade in front of her was.

She would never have kidnapped Alice’s boyfriend either, but that seemed to go without saying.

“So certain of your world. Of what’s real,” shade Mal crooned. She looked at Ariadne. “Do you think he is? Or do you think he’s as lost as I was?”

Cobb moved to sit next to her at the table while she leaned forward, hissing furiously at him, and Alice understood. This was Cobb’s guilt. His pain over his wife’s loss and his involvement in it. That was why she was so angry and cruel, lashing out at everyone that wasn’t him. She was his desire to fall back into the false reality they had once built here. Both furious at him for the rejection of the fantasy, and yet desiring to have him all the same.

She stood awkwardly with Ariadne near the kitchen counter, watching as man and wife warred with one another. As a man warred with his own subconscious desires. His conflict over reality.

She did not listen to the story Cobb told to Mal and Ariadne. She had heard it all already. It was not a story she enjoyed hearing. And she did not like the ending.

But still she could see it in her mind: how he’d crept into the construction of Mal’s childhood home, how he broke open the safe hidden within the dollhouse. How all he did was set the top so that it started to spin and spin and spin and spin. Never toppling. The way they’d laid on the train tracks, hands clutching each other as the track began to rattle.

“You infected my mind,” Mal cried, tears streaming down her face as Cobb came to the end of his story.

“I was trying to save you,” Cobb whispered.

“You betrayed me!”

Alice winced, and wondered if this would be the same conversation she would be having with Robert, a few hours later.

Thunder boomed across the sky, lightning flashing. Alice’s head snapped around. The defibrillator. Eames was trying to revive Robert, which meant that he’d heard the musical cue that the kick for the third layer was imminent. Beside her, Ariadne jumped, clearly taking note of it too.

“Cobb, we need to get Fischer…” Ariadne started. Mal shook her head furiously.

“You can’t have him.”

Alice’s patience shattered, rushing towards her. “So you get to have Cobb down here to play out your fucking fantasy, but I don’t ever get to see Robert again?” she hissed in her face. “That doesn’t seem very fair, Mal.”

Cobb was looking away. Staring out a window. “If I stay here, will you let him go?”

“What are you talking about?” Ariadne demanded. Alice didn’t break eye contact from Mal’s huge blue eyes. Mal looked at Cobb, then back at her, then to Cobb.

“Fischer is on the porch.”

“Go check he’s alive. Ariadne,” Cobb ordered. Alice was already halfway across the room, racing to the door to the porch before he’d even finished the sentence.

“Cobb, you can’t do this,” Ariadne pleaded.

“Go with Alice and check he’s alive right now. Do it.”

Alice wrenched the door open and raced out into the storm that had begun to rage outside. Robert was laying on his back, gagged and hands tied, seeming a little dazed but otherwise unharmed. Alice sobbed in relief, crashing to her knees next to him.

“Robert! Robbie…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Ariadne came running out onto the porch behind her, helping her to haul Robert into a sitting position.

“He’s here! And it's time, but you have to come now!” Ariadne called back to Cobb still in the kitchen. Alice could hear them continuing to shout to one another over the storm, arguing over Cobb remaining behind. It would be fine. He was just staying to get Saito back. And he’d escaped limbo once before, he could do it again. That wasn’t what she was focused on. Robert was alive and here and okay. That was all that she could bring herself to care about.

Alice fumbled with the bonds on Robert’s hands, loosening them while Ariadne pulled the gag from his mouth.

“You all right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, breathless. Alice glanced back towards the kitchen, and cursed.

“Shit!”

Mal was stabbing at Cobb with the knife, digging it into his chest and then raising to strike again. Ariadne whirled at Alice’s reaction, yanking her gun free and firing it. Mal dropped to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Cobb shouted to her.

Ariadne looked at Alice and Robert. “Improvising.”

Alice made eye contact with her, saw what she was thinking, then nodded.

“Hang onto me,” she said to Robert. Those pretty blue eyes blinked at her in confusion.

“Wha–”

She locked her arms around his chest, and Ariadne kicked them off the roof.

To his major credit, Robert didn’t scream. He did make a small yelp when Ariadne kicked them, hands seizing at Alice’s waist as they started to fall through the air. The wind whipped at her cheeks and hair, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, face pressing into Robert’s chest.

There was a crack of thunder, and then nothing at all.

∗ ∗ ∗

Alice woke up with a small gasp, jerking upwards off of the cold floor. Beside her, Cobb and Ariadne were still unconscious and hooked up to the PASIV. Ripping the IV from her arm, she sat up, scrambling across the floor to where Eames was bending over a gasping and wheezing Robert.

“In there, now. Go, go, go,” Eames was urging him gently. Alice helped haul him to his feet.

“Go, sweetheart. Now. We can talk about the rest of it later,” she murmured in response to his questioning gaze, kissing his forehead, fighting back a sob of relief and reluctantly letting him go so he could walk to the huge, locked doors.

“What about Cobb and Ari?” Eames mumbled into her ear as they watched Robert enter the code into the keypad.

“Dealing with Mal. Cobb’s going to stay behind to find Saito.”

Eames nodded. In front of them, Robert flinched as the locks on the door gave way and it began to slide open. They both ceased speaking, too curious about what was in this deep, locked up part of Robert’s subconscious.

It was a sterile room made up entirely of huge black tiles, lining both the floor and the walls. At the end of it, a cherry wood bookcase was pressed against the wall. In front of it was a bedside table, a few medical machines, a lamp, and Maurice’s hospital bed.

Alice left Eames’s side to follow Robert silently into the room, stopping a little ways away from him and Maurice. He would have to do this on his own.

Maurice’s head was lolling from side to side, muttering.

“I was dis–I was dis—disa–” he stammered.

“I know, Dad,” Robert said, and Alice had to fight the urge to rush forward and comfort him at the agony in his voice when he dropped to his knees at Maurice’s bedside. “I know you were disappointed I couldn’t be you.”

“No,” the projection of Maurice said, shaking his head. Alice’s eyes snapped to him. “No, no, no. I was disappointed…that you tried,” he said it with far more kindness and compassion then Alice had ever heard from the real version of the man, old eyes gentle and fond as he looked at Robert. She was left with a pang of sorrow and wonder over what could have been, if Maurice had just been a tiny bit kinder to his son during his life.

Behind her, she heard the door that had slid shut reopening as Eames unlocked it again, having finished wiring the charges to blow up the hospital. Glancing behind her, she spotted him arming the detonator in his hand, looking at her with an eyebrow raised in question. She held up a hand, shaking her head.

Wait.

Maurice was raising a hand, gesturing weakly to the small safe stashed under the bedside table.

“What?” Robert asked, reaching out to begin inputting the numbers and pulling it open. Alice started to move, striding around Maurice’s hospital bed to stand behind Robert. Inside the safe, on the top shelf, was a paper marked The Last Will and Testament. But that was not what caught either of their interests. Because on the bottom shelf, tucked away until Rober reached in and pulled it out, was the pinwheel from the picture Robert had placed on Maurice’s bedside table.

Robert’s bottom lip began to quiver, eyes filling with tears as he started to tremble, turning to his father.

Maurice was dead.

“Dad?” Robert grabbed at his father’s hand, clutching it to his face as he began to sob violently. Alice took another step closer, and put her arms around him, hugging his head to her stomach as his entire body wracked and trembled with cries.

“Robbie…oh, Robbie…” she whispered soothingly into his hair, kissing him there. It always broke her heart to see him so upset.

But she was also ecstatic. Because it had worked. It had actually worked.

Looking over her shoulder to Eames, she nodded. He nodded back at her, and pressed the button on the detonator. There was a thundering roar from outside, and the entire room started to tremble. Alice clutched Robert tighter, burying her face in his hair and closing her eyes. The floor gave way beneath their feet, and they started to fall.

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She was aware, only very briefly, of opening her eyes in an elevator, and then that was gone too, just like the hospital, and she was awoken to the crash of water, the van jerking violently as it hit the water and instantly flooded.

For a moment, she flailed, panicked, because everything was dark and water had rushed into her lungs, suffocating her. Someone yanked off the bag that she’d forgotten had been pulled over her head and she was met with Robert’s face, staring at her wide-eyed under the water, touching her cheek. He grabbed at her and then at Eames, and the three of them started to swim out the back doors of the van that had blown open with the force of hitting the water, towards the surface.

The others had scuba gear and oxygen. They would be okay.

Her lungs expanded violently with relief, burning as she simultaneously coughed up the water she’d inhaled and tried to drag in oxygen. Eames pulled the bag on his head off, revealing Peter’s face instead of his own. Next to her, Robert shook his head a little like a dog, getting his soaked hair out of his eyes.

“Are you okay!?” he shouted to both of them. They nodded, and started to swim for a rocky shore. Robert tucked Eames’s arm around his shoulders, helping to support him as they climbed the rocks before coming to a stop at the water’s edge, sitting down heavily. It was still raining. Not that it mattered. All three of them were soaked.

Alice scooted closer to Robert, taking his hand and interlacing their fingers. When he kissed the top of her head, she leaned against his shoulder affectionately. Even soaked to the bone, he was warm.

“I’m sorry, Robert,” Eames said in Peter’s voice. But Robert waved away his apologies, looking out over the water.

“You know, the will means that Dad wanted me to be my own man…not just live for him,” Robert nodded to himself. “That’s what I’m gonna do, Uncle Peter.”

Alice stared up at him. There was freeness in his voice that she hadn’t heard in years. His shoulders seemed less tense, the bags under his eyes lifted. The blue irises were shining. Stretching up, she kissed his cheek. He was free.

He was finally free.

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When she woke up on the plane, it was to find Yusuf bending over her, very gently removing the IV from her arm. He flashed her a small smile, shuffling around to release everyone else from the tubes in their arms and pack the PASIV away. There was a delayed response, as the sedative eased its grip and the Somnacin fully left the bloodstream, but slowly, people began to wake.

No one said a word to one another, but they were all anxiously watching Cobb and Saito. Hoping that neither of them would wake up as a vegetable.

Cobb opened his eyes around the time that the flight attendant began moving about the cabin, offering hot towels and immigration forms. Alice let out a breath of relief as she saw the clear awareness in his eyes. Alert and present.

Robert had been staring out the window, playing anxiously with his fingers and clearly mulling things over in his head. He waved away the flight attendant’s offer for a hot towel, but took the immigration forms. Alice nudged his foot with hers.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Hm? Oh, fine, sweetheart,” he said, waving away her concerns. Alice nodded, but bit her lip. From the corner of her eye, she could see Saito sitting up, a phone in his hand.

Now would come the question if Saito was actually good on his word.

The plane landed rather unceremoniously, and as they all stood and Robert got her bags for her from the overhead bin, she looked around at her team, smiling subtly to them. It was too bad that they all couldn’t go celebrate their success together. She missed when they used to do that.

Maybe, once things had all settled down, she could invite them all to Sydney for a weekend or something.

Assuming Robert was still talking to her after all this, of course.

She glanced up at Robert, silently mourning the loss of the sexy shirt, suspenders, slacks, and tie look he’d been sporting as he pulled back on his suit jacket. Bag in one hand, he reached down to take hers with the other, eyes darting around the cabin at the faces surrounding them. She wondered if he recognized any of them.

They ended up in front of Cobb at the immigration check-in, so she didn’t get to see if he actually made it in or not. But she didn’t hear the sounds of shouting or police racing to arrest him, so she took that as a good sign. At the baggage carousel, Robert pulled out his phone, beginning to type away on it.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about once we get to the penthouse,” he said. Alice looped her arm with his.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Me too.”

He shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. Oh, he definitely suspected something. Robert wasn’t stupid, she was sure he’d picked up on some things during the dreams themselves, and examining them after he’d awoken had probably only increased his suspicions.

Glancing away, she spotted Cobb as he walked past them, and smiled. So he’d made it through. He gave her a little nod as he passed by.

Alice turned away and pressed her smile into Robert’s arm.

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mnoa · 2 years

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marriage (thoma n reader)

hi oh also i made ayato a villain MUWHAHAHHAHAHA

(fem reader!)

Your wedding is grand and gorgeous. It's picture-perfect, movie-like, and happily expected by the Inazuma residents. You look at the view in front of you, the most gorgeous place in the whole Teyvat. From mountains to villages, from forests to the ocean. Everything was perfect, how could you be so upset on the biggest day of your life?

You were getting married to a "kind-hearted", family-oriented, and helpful man. What else could you ask for? All those ladies, wishing and praying that it was them who was getting married to your future husband. He was praised by all the land.

"Madam, you have a guest." A lady helper says as she asks for your approval. "Let them in" You silently speak, energy lost. She nods, letting the guest in.

It's him.

"Thoma!" Your eyes widen, running toward the man in front of you. He smiles, opening his arms, ready to embrace your hug. He picks you up and twirls you around.

"I missed you, so much." You smile at him, tears ready to appear. "Why aren't you dressed? You should get ready, it's starting soon!" You rub his arms. "I-I... I'm not attending." He says, visibly upset.

"Why?" "I'm leaving" "Where are you going?" "Home."

You breathe deeply. "Why can't you stay, just for a little while? Just until the wedding's over and I can bring you to the dock. Just for a final goodbye!" You hurriedly suggest. He's avoiding eye contact, and you can tell he's trying his best not to cry. Not on your big day. He would never ruin a day this big, especially if it's yours.

"I-... I can't. I have to go, now. This is the last boat that's going back to Mondstadt." He insists, but you still try your best. "Then you can leave after the wedding! It's just a few hours long, waiting isn't that hard!" You whine out.

"Please, {name}. I have to." He takes your hands, nearly begging for this misunderstanding to end. "W-Why are you leaving?" you ask him, shaking softly.

"He wants me gone." He spoke, tears running down his pink cheeks. "Who?" "Ayato".

What?

You couldn't believe it. Your future husband, wanting your best friend gone? "Why?!" You nearly shout in disbelief. "He says we're too close, and that I'm going to ruin the marriage. He wants me gone from your life. The other commissions thought so too." He mumbled, a complete utter breakdown waiting to happen.

But-? He's the most trusted housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commission! How dare they kick him out?! You never wanted to marry Ayato in the first place, you were just there to "show support to his family". Even Ayaka knew what this "marriage" really was. But without Ayato by your side, you were nothing but a moraless woman who'd achieve nothing in life. You knew Ayato would never let you leave Inazuma, for the fear of his own reputation being ruined. Arrange marriages were the worst for you, but you couldn't go against it. You knew you'd spend your last living days just looking out the window of the estate, wishing you could change all those wrong things you did before.

You loved Thoma with all your heart, and you were off better with him by your side. Not as a lover, but as a best friend, a part of your family, and a shoulder you could cry on.

He blinked slowly as his eyes were drenched with tears and his head hanging lowly. "I'm sorry, Thoma. I never-" He cut you off before you could fully finish. "Don't worry, it's not your fault." You cry in his arms.

"Remember to take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ayato and Ayaka too. They'll be your family now." He smiled like nothing had happened. You cried even harder. You were unable to deny his wishes so you complied. A nod is what you gave him before speaking some of the final words of your relationship with him.

"I will, Thoma, I will."

He touched his forehead with yours, tears running down your faces like the leaves outside your balcony. They're falling smoothly, the wind caressing each side letting out a quiet whistle.

"I love you." "I love you too."

He separated the bond between you two and walked toward the door of your room. He looked back before you ran to hug him one last time. He kissed your forehead before fully exiting the room and disappearing into the vast world you were never allowed to enter.

hi guys what do we feel about this 🤨 anyway #stayemo

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pinknipszz · 7 months

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rainbow fish | (previous)

“there comes a day when you’re gonna look around and realize happiness is where you are.”

there are many things ao’nung takes for granted, but you certainly aren’t one of them. the hunter is absolutely smitten– praising and cherishing you everyday, thanking ewya for the woman he mated with.

he also spoils you rotten. if you ask him to run a simple errand, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. if you’re a little hungrier than usual, he’ll catch the biggest fish with his bare hands. if something, or ewya forbid someone, is bothering you, he’ll take care of it before you know it.

you’re his light and day, his happiness embodied, and he would choose you over anything else in the world. that’s why, for your sake, ao’nung decided to take a day off to play the “good guy” around the village. to his surprise, his father didn’t need much convincing. when he asked, the olo’eyktan agreed without giving so much as a second thought. it was odd, but his approval was all that mattered.

to start, ao’nung woke up bright and early to prepare a small meal for you before heading out. it was a simple bowl of chopped fruits you liked, but he wanted to go the extra mile and make it look appealing. he rearranged the fruits this way and that, pushing some to the side to let others shine, before starting all over again. he grew frustrated.

ao’nung didn’t have the most delicate fingers either. by the time he settled on an arrangement, a few pieces were ugly and deformed. it was too late to fix it though. “what's that?” you laughed, pointing at the mound of fruit in one of your carefully-crafted bowls. it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when ao’nung told you to wait before attending to your tsakarem duties. “is that fruit?”

“what do you think it is?” he deadpanned.

you grabbed the bowl from his hands and inspected it closely, struggling to find the right words. “they look so… worn out.” nonetheless, you popped one in your mouth. there wasn’t much to say about the taste since it was chopped fruit, but you wanted to humor him. you chewed as slowly as possible as he watched in anticipation, awaiting your verdict. “it tastes…”

“delicious!” you finished, smiling sweetly at how the tension dissipated from his shoulders.

ao’nung cleaned up the mess before giving you a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye. he proudly walked down the webbed path, knowing your reaction was first of many victories today. it was time for the next item on his to-do list: apologize to the members of his hunting party.

much of his party consisted of young hunters who recently finished their iknimaya. they were arrogant in everything they did, even out hunting in the treacherous waters. it may not have been his place to berate them in front of a crowd, but if you ask him, it was a long overdue and well-deserved punishment.

na’pey was the unfortunate na’vi who bore the weight of his scolding. since he sported a hideous hairstyle and often chortled like a baby ilu, he wasn’t very difficult to find, but he set those judgments aside for the sake of keeping face. once ao’nung reached the edge of the shore, he found him sitting on some nearby rocks, sharpening his spear.

“na’pey!” he called out as he approached. na’pey jumped up and whipped his head around at the sharp sound of his name being called. when his eyes landed on ao’nung’s approaching figure, the color slowly drained from his face. na’pey moved his fingers in greeting. “ao’nung.” he acknowledged with his head bowed slightly.

ao’nung nodded. “did i catch you at a bad time?”

“not at all. i’m just sharpening my spear.” the spear in question laid pathetically on the ground, discarded by its owner. at the screwed up expression on ao’nung’s face, most likely judging how the quality weapon was treated, na’pey did some damage control. “w-well, i was.”

“right.” ao’nung said pointedly, turning away to look out at the gentle waves. na’pey looked at the ocean and back at his mentor, confused. “um, is something wrong?” he questioned. when ao’nung didn’t respond, an awkward silence washed over them. na’pey constantly shifted his weight between his feet, whistling a random tune and fiddling with the ornaments on his belt to distract himself.

“are you always this noisy?” he snapped. na’pey froze.

for a moment, ao’nung’s glare relented. “look.” he sighed. “i came to apologize.”

“w-what?” he gaped, perplexed.

“i shouldn’t have been so harsh the other day. i was letting my anger get the best of me, and instead of handling it maturely,” ao’nung eyed him knowingly, “i lashed out like a child. it wasn’t my place to embarrass you in front of your family and friends, and i’m sorry for the trouble i caused you.”

“n-no way!” na’pey stammered quickly. “you don’t have to apologize. i mean, you were just doing your job, and my friends and i were acting out of line. you were just worried about our safety. i really appreciate it.” he flashed a genuine smile, to which ao’nung gladly returned.

it went on like this with the other hunters, apologizing and making amends. many were speechless at how the future olo’eyktan set aside his pride to admit fault, while others rejoiced at his change in attitude. ao’nung didn’t know whether to feel insulted or not, but he simply huffed and moved on. the last item on his agenda was spending quality time with his people.

admittedly, it’s been a while since he’s done so. a normal day for ao’nung consisted of endless training with his father, and he’d spend most, if not all, of his leisure time with you. until today, it never really occurred to him how much the village changed over the years. in a blink of an eye, he could hardly recognize the na’vi from his youth, who now had children he didn’t know the names of.

ao’nung shook off the guilt creeping in his chest.

he started with the elders. to make up for lost time, he rebraided their jewelry while sharing stories of his life, whether it be about the clan, his parents, or you. surprisingly, you were a popular topic among them. everytime he spoke of you, they leaned in eagerly with a mischievous glint in their eyes. really, he’ll never know what goes on in their old minds.

after that, he decided to play a game with the children, namely his little brother’s friends. kalun strongly opposed to the idea until one of his friends convinced him otherwise.

“what do you mean you don’t know how this game works?” ao’nung scoffed and crossed his arms. a few children giggled and followed suit, imitating his “silly” posture. “what are your parents even teaching you guys?” he spent the rest of his afternoon like this, teaching his favorite childhood games. it was a little irritating at first, but eventually, ao’nung found himself having more fun than he ever expected.

once the sun began to dip into the horizon, splashing hues of gold across the expanse of the sky, ao’nung bid each one farewell and moved on to the final destination: his family’s marui. he doubted his parents would be home since they usually handled a plethora of nightly duties, but he knew at least one person would there.

“alright, what are you up to?” tsireya finally broke the silence, scrutinizing her brother. prior to his arrival, she was peacefully weaving a new bassinet for an expecting mother who lived across the village. she was perfectly capable of finishing it on her own until ao’nung abruptly stormed into the marui, stealing her work to finish himself. “lo’ak told me you spoke with na’pey earlier. what’s gotten into you?”

“can’t i do something nice once in a while?” he groaned exasperatedly, struggling to tie two ends together. “why does everyone have to make a big deal out of it?”

tsireya shook her head and playfully rolled her eyes. “because it’s unnatural.”

the two siblings continued like this as time went on. in between their bickering, ao’nung would ask about her well-being, her relationship with lo’ak, and her plans to move out soon. in turn, tsireya would ask about his training, his recent hunt, and you. ao’nung was startled at how nostalgic it felt. as he replayed the day’s events in his head, his mind slowly drifted away from the conversation.

tsireya quickly caught on. “it’s getting late, ao’nung. you should go before our parents return home. if they catch you here, they’ll force you to eat dinner with us.” she laughed, giving him a dismissive wave. ao’nung gave her one last hug before starting the long walk back to his marui.

along the way, he bumped into the children from earlier and noticed his brother wasn’t with them, most likely running off on his own. he knelt down to greet them kindly. to show their gratitude for the time he spent, each of them gave a shell they had picked from the sand. ao’nung gladly took the shells and promised to play again soon.

something similar occurred when he walked by the elders, who pulled him away from the path. again, he exchanged pleasantries, gratefully accepted their gift, which was a thin armband made out of dried seaweed, and continued on his way. then, he passed by his hunting party. they smiled and waved widely at him, to which ao’nung smiled back in acknowledgement.

finally, after countless minutes, he saw his home in the distance.

upon reaching the entrance, he found you prepping dinner. ao’nung walked over to sit with you and press a kiss to your temple. “where’d you get the fish?” he noticed, basking in the sense of familiarity of the situation. you smiled knowingly. “it was a gift from your friends.”

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footballxposts · 3 years

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Moonlight - Mason Mount 🌙

A/N: someone requested this not sure who, really wanted to use this song I love ittt, I’ll do a part 2 if requested!

Prompt: On holidays w Mason and ur family<3

Warnings: kinda sexual but nothing majorrrr

Recommended listening: Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish (Slowed).

Greece is just one of those little places in the corner of the world that is so indescribably beautiful, it’s quite hard not to get carried away romanticising every aspect of life. Every square inch of landcape and culture like a scene from movie. The white pebbled walls of the narrow cobbled streets shimmered in the warm sunlight of the day, as the moonlight of the night reflected on the calm and soothing ocean. That’s why when Mason Mount and his family, who were long time family friends of your own invited you all on holiday with them after the Euros, you couldn’t refuse, instead accepting without a sprinkle of hesitatioan. It was an opportunity for everyone to get together after a good length of time and spend time with each other whilst winding down in the peacefulness of their Mykonos villa.

As you all sat in a delicately decorated restaurant in the town overlooking the sea, you took another sip of your cocktail before turning your head to the side to watch the waves crashing against the rocky shore below. You had just finished having a delicious evening meal and everyone was engaged in various different chats. That was excerpt for one person. Mason, who was directly across from you was the only one not in conversation, rather his attention on you. His eyes fixated, twinkling as he watched your every move with awe. Noticing his presence facing towards you, you turned back and smiled. Confused, you waited for him to react. But he didn’t. He just focused on you even more, like he was inspecting every feature of your beauty. You furrowed your eyebrows and mouthed a little ‘what’ with a silent giggle. He responded simply by shaking his head a little to indicate he meant nothing by it and smirked, causing a frenzy of butterflies to start fluttering in your stomach.

Because you were both adults now, you hadn’t seen Mase in a good few years. You weren’t really as close anymore because you had both moved on with your lives obviously, but despite that one thing had and probably always would remain the same everytime you did catch up. And that, was your crush on him. Well, it wasn’t really so much a crush anymore as there was no real feelings there, but you definitely did fancy him. And more and more with each passing moment in his company. Blushing ever so slightly and nodding awkwardly, you took a deep breath and looked back down at your empty glass. Tony, Mason’s dad, quickly thanked the waitress at the end of the table and gave her back the payed bill. “We all ready to go then?” He asked. Everyone approved and began shuffling out of their seats and to the exit of the restaurant.

Upon arrival back to the villa, everyone began drinking a bit more and sharing old stories and memories around a cosy chiminea under a starry night sky until late in the night. It was so nice to just get a break away from everything whilst spending time with the people who mattered the most. Eventually, everyone began to drift off to bed, until it was just you and Mase left alone. Sitting across from him on a cushiony outdoor couch, you yawned before finished your bottle of beer and standing up.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed too if that’s alright with you?” You smiled at him, fixing your silky black dress that had slightly hitched up at the side. Coming up to meet you, he quickly squeezed your hand, stopping you in your tracks and preventing you from moving anymore.

“Wait..” he began as he towered over you, his eyes with a fire of their own burning in them. Biting his lip, he quickly glanced down at yours, then back up. Shivers were sent down your spine, your core tingling with nerves and exhilaration. His breath was warm on top of your face as he inched toward you even more. Gulping, he parted his lips again. “There’s just.. something about the way you look tonight Y/N..” Exhaling now yourself, there was a tense silence between you both as you simply just gazed at each other. Your eyes begged him to close the distance. Moving the hand he was using to intertwine his fingers with yours, he snaked it around your waist and pulled you in to him, his other hand scooping up your cheek. Finally, his mouth met yours and you began exploring each other with your tongues, a hand running his dark locks.

As the kissing intensified, you felt his hand on your thigh, moving up the hem of your dress. As his fingers traced the rim of your thong, you let out a soft breath. You wanted him so badly. You couldn’t begin to explain it. Just as his fingers began to rub your folds and clit, you whispered almost inaudibly with pleasure.

“Maybe we should uh.. take this inside..” you trailed off.

“Okay beautiful..” he smiled biting his bottom lip again. “After you..”

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kaysayshey · 3 years

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put it on me || t. kageyama

warning: mdni, nsfw, 18+ ; kageyama thoughts

inspired by f&mu by kehlani.

"what the fuck were you doing out there, hah?"

kageyama's voice was low in your ear, a hand wrapped precariously around your throat. where indifference had lingered for the past week was replaced by irritation-fueled lust.

if anyone asked, no, you didn't have harbored feelings for romero - the fact that kageyama so easily believed it, however, was now working distinctly in your favor. a flirtatious giggle at the post-game dinner wasn't enough, no. you had kept up with his wit and captured the attention of most of kageyama's teammates. and that was when tobio lost his cool.

he had unceremoniously pulled you from the table, throwing a few hundreds on the glass top to cover the meal while muttering about 'getting home to take out the dog.' the dog that every member of the adlers knew didn't exist. by the time you had made it to your apartment's front door, kageyama had sucked two dark bruises onto your neck, his hands finding purchase against your waist.

"w-what do you mean, tobio?" you returned between a hard gasp, shivering as kageyama ran his tongue from jawline to clavicle, the scrape of his teeth against your skin making you moan.

"oh, you think you're so cute. like you weren't flirting with romero in plain fucking sight." the words came between nips at your collarbone, his scowl as clear as day. pretty, slender fingers snaked around one wrist, the other flopped against your side. at this point, trying to pull yourself from kageyama's grip would prove impossible - not that you were trying to escape it. all you had been craving was now presenting itself to you.

"don't you think i'm so cute, baby?"

the noise that slipped through tobio's teeth was strangled in his throat, all vowels and lust and a hint of annoyance. his ocean eyes raged as he moved to hold your chin between clean fingertips.

"you're fucking insufferable is what you are," he drawled before planting wet, open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck, harshly tugging at the zipper at the back of your dress. if there was anything you enjoyed more than your usually relaxed boyfriend, it was when he got that sweet, sweet inkling of jealousy. just enough to remind you who wanted you most. enough to bring forth that little green monster you were craving more than you liked to admit.

you were pushed against the wall, back facing tobio before you could mumble out some sorry excuse for a protest. the featherlight kisses at the nape of your neck trailed downward as kageyama pushed your dress to the ground. something came out about 'dry cleaning on monday' but by the time it had registered, he was cursing beneath his breath about your lack of panties. your tall boyfriend settled on his knees and thrust your thighs apart.

"my pretty girl, all wet just for me. like you were waiting for it," he murmured as he ran a delicate finger between your folds. as light as his touch was, it felt like fire in your core, aching to be stoked.

"baby, i want-"

a hard slap to your inner thigh silenced your whining. the second, followed by a moan.

"i don't need to hear what you want. if the next words out of your mouth aren't 'yes, daddy,' don't bother talking."

a squeaked out "yes, daddy" followed instantly, earning a low groan of approval from your man as he nestled his face against your slick core.

"good girl." it was quiet, right before he ran his tongue from entrance to clit. always slow, always with the intent to make you wait. it didn't serve a purpose if he let you get off easily, no. couldn't have his precious girl getting away with all of her bullshit.

"please, tobio-" a slap against the outside of your thigh reverberated through the foyer of your apartment.

"what part of 'i don't want to hear it' did you not understand, y/n?" the question was quickly followed by a hard suck to your clit, enough to lodge whatever sharp-tongued response you had thought of in your throat. kageyama kept a rigorous pace, eagerly licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. god, the lewd sounds combined with his groaning against you was enough to bring heat to your face.

the sweetest of nibbles made you moan out 'daddy,' earning you more of his praise. more of his touch, more of his golden tongue lapping at you incessantly. more, more, always more.

"do you think you deserve me tonight?" he growled from beneath you, gorgeous admiral blue meeting your eyes. "are you going to behave?"

all you could do was nod as he moved up your body, fingers skimming against your soft skin. as he reached full height, kageyama once more took your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze head-on.

"always acting up, y/n. can't just tell me what you want, can you?"

a soft smirk washed over your features as you stretched to reach his lips, brushing them gently with your own.

"cut the attitude and put it on me, daddy."

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Not a total frickin’ idiot

For the request: R x Daphne Kluger. R being a part of the original Heist Crew and also being the one Daphne approaches. They’re super flirty w/ each other and everyone knows that they like each other except themselves.

Summary: You thought you had gone unnoticed at the Met, but Miss Kluger never forgets a face.

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader, the Ocean’s team

Word Count: 1,657

Warnings: swearing!? Do i still have to put a warning for that? idk

If you had learned anything about diva actress Daphne Kluger from Rose, it was that you don’t speak unless spoken to first.

And considering she didn’t talk to you at all during the heist, you were able to get around the entire night never uttering a single word to her, fulfilling your role on the team without any kind of hiccup.

So you were quite surprised when she had slid into your booth at your favourite coffee shop, giant sunglasses and a fashionable sunhat masking her face. You looked up from your phone and were about to comment about your booth being taken until you recognized her.

Your mouth hung open a little bit as she took off the hat and glasses. Her lips were painted a deep red and her outfit was impeccable, as always.

“Say..” she immediately said, pearly whites nearly blinding you as she smiled, “you were at the Met, weren't you?”

“I- I’m sorry?” you began. “I don’t know-”

“Oh my god! You totally were! You were wearing that adorable dress. Gosh, you looked so good.”

You were blushing hard, because in a matter of barely a minute, Daphne Kluger, gorgeous movie star, had called you adorable and good-looking all in the same sentence.

“I was there too- well, obviously you know that,” she chuckled, “and I was wearing that beautiful diamond necklace, don’t you remember? It was all over the news. Especially when I supposedly lost it.”

“O-oh? Right, y-yes I remember reading about it in the news..”

“And you know.. I couldn’t help but wonder how weird my designer was acting all night. And that lady in the black from the staff, who found my necklace? You’d almost think they were acting.”

You were almost as pale as a sheet at this point, gripping your cup in shaking fingers.

“And you know what’s funny? I saw you talking to both of them during the night. I mean, how couldn’t I notice? You looked so gorgeous, almost like you were asking me to see you.”

You gulped, “I do not know what you’re talking about, Miss Kluger-”

“Just call me Daphne,” she leaned forward, lips spread in a feline smile, elbows resting on the table and propping her head up on her hands.

“Y/N, right? I asked for your name from the guest list, I hope you don’t mind. They let me in on those sorts of things anyways.”

“That’s me,” you replied.

“Do you know Debbie Ocean? Of course you do, you two also seemed pretty close all night, hm? You’re lucky I was the only one who noticed.”

“What?”

“I’ve been approached by an investigator who seems really interested in her because the uh, necklace turned out to be a fake.”

You tried to pretend to be surprised at the news, but you couldn’t muster it, and Daphne looked at you knowingly.

“Luckily, I didn’t tell him any of your names, because I wasn’t sure if I was right. But you just confirmed all my suspicions anyways, so..”

“Are you threatening me?” you narrowed your eyes at her, and she gasped in mock offence.

“Of course not!” she leaned forward, giving you ample view of her cleavage, hand trailing over yours,

“I’m seducing you, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say as she looked at you with those deep, telling eyes. Her own eyes flickered appreciatively over your features, and you wondered if she was checking you out or if she was simply acting.

A small group of fans approached the table, chittering and blushing at the sight of Daphne Kluger in a meagre coffee shop such as this one. She smiled amicably, accepting their compliments and giving them autographs, before saying,

“You’re all so sweet, but do you think you’d be able to let my girlfriend and I have some privacy for the rest of our date? Thaanks,” she waved as the fans rushed off, gasping and gossiping amongst themselves at the prospect of the Daphne Kluger having a girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?” you asked once you found your voice again. She only grinned and winked at you.

“Oh, don’t be like that baby. Now, are you gonna tell me about the necklace, or what?” she sipped your drink and your mouth went dry.

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, ‘Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let’s not all high five at once.’”

You chewed your lip, bounced your leg, avoided her gaze altogether, and tried very hard not to look at how good she looked in her black dress. You were sitting across from the couch where she had plopped down, hunched in the metal framed chair.

“Why’d y’let her get to you, Y/N. I told you not to draw attention to yourself!” Rose said to you, after you and Debbie had explained how Daphne had found you, recognized you and called out the plan. You, being the newbie in the ways of criminality, could barely think of a cover up and ended up bringing her to Debbie with a spluttering confession.

“She didn’t,” Daphne’s eyes were locked on yours, “I just noticed her myself.”

You blushed a little and looked away. Debbie looked at you apologetically, knowing you felt put on the spot.

“Plus,” Daphne continued, “I am the one who is saving your asses from insurance fraud, okay?”

The team burst into shock, responses flying left and right.

“I-I was gonna get to that,” you said hastily, eyeing Debbie, who stepped in,

“It seems that they’ve assigned an insurance investigator-”

“Who’s about to look up your asses with a flashlight,” Daphne pointed out.

“Who?”

"Oh, this little Columbo dude, everything but the trench coat, totally on to you.”

“His name is John Frasier,” Debbie said.

"Wha- you know him?” Amita spluttered in disbelief.

“Yes, he busted my father twice, my brother once.”

“He’s family,” Lou added.

“Lest we forget, this entire enterprise was to keep me out of jail,” Rose interrupted, worry etched on her face.

“No one is going to jail,” Lou assured her.

“We expected this, we prepared for this,” said Debbie. Not many of the team seemed to believe her, with Nineball adding,

“Yup... that’s clear.”

“We will not be the prime suspect,” Debbie said sternly.

"Then who will be?”

“Well,” you added, “we’ve got the security guys, the busboys-”

“...The shady guy who put you away,” Tammy sighed, arching an eyebrow at Debbie, who could barely contain the smirk on her face. Daphne stared at her incredulously,

“..the boyfriend.”

"Mhm,” Debbie replied, “they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

Lou nodded in approval, adding a faint, “that’s nice.”

"Thanks.”

“Wow... that is amazing,” Daphne grinned, chewing her gum in delight, “the precision, right? It’s always the attention to detail and the little grace notes that really make something sing.”

A short silence followed. Glances were cast between the rest of you, wondering what on earth had gotten into Daphne’s head.

“...Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, clearly dumbfounded by this multi-millionaire actress dropping into their party. Daphne stilled for a moment, her eyes flickering to you for a second before saying,

“I.. don’t have that many close female friendships. Plus bookclubs are the worst, so I just thought y’know... could be something fun to share?”

“You’re becoming a criminal because you’re lonely?”

“...Who isn’t sometimes, right?”

"Are you an only child?” you asked her. Her silence told you enough.

The team seemed to accept at that point that Daph was there to stay, so they went about their usual business.

“Beer?” Lou offered you, which you immediately said yes to, feeling a little woozy after that whole experience.

Tammy went to the kitchen and opened another pizza box, and you went to grab a slice for yourself before calculating your next move carefully, hoping your brain wouldn’t short circuit as you grabbed another slice and headed to where Daphne was sitting by herself.

You sat next to her, very very awkwardly, and offered her the paper plate.

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled, cheering up a little, “you know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me because you feel bad for me. Look, I’m sorry I cornered you the other day. I didn’t mean to seem desperate or whatever.”

“You- you didn’t seem desperate,” you frowned, “and I don’t feel bad for you. Whatever gave you that idea?”

She looked at you with a mouthful of pizza, and made an exasperated gesture to your whole surroundings, indicating the events that had just occurred. She also didn’t want you to know how she had been dying for your attention the minute she had seen you at the Met.

“Oh, well, I mean, I think your reasoning was perfectly justified,” you cocked your head at her and smiled. Then you lifted your pizza and said,

“to crime!”

The rest of the group cheered and replied with the same phrase, lifting their beers or pizza with glee. Daphne blushed at the exclamation.

“Now you,” you said, nodding encouragingly.

“What?”

“Do it! If you’re gonna be a part of the Ocean’s team, you gotta get with the rituals.”

“Rituals?” Daphne scoffed. But then she saw your dopey smile and sparkling eyes, and her insides melted. She delicately lifted the pizza and said,

“to crime!”

You laughed and sipped your beer.

“Ten bucks says they’re dating by next week,” Nineball said in the kitchen, peering into the fridge.

“I say by the weekend,” Constance offered.

“Idiots,” Rose shook her head. “If tonight is gonna keep up like this, I say by the morning.”

They eyed you and Daphne chatting away on the couch, completely forgetting about everyone else.

“Not so lonely anymore I guess,” Tammy smiled.

“Told you, crime’s good for many things,” Debbie nudged her and smiled at Lou, who rolled her eyes playfully.

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bitea-sweetea-roseytocin · 3 years

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Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

@fireflyjunkie

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semischarmed · 3 years

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Cocktease

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes...” mused a deceased Harland as he eyed a future acquisition.

The specter licked it’s lips in greedy anticipation, taking note of the sun-glazed man in front of him building a substantial fort in the sand.

Beautiful curves baked in golden sunset outlined the man’s every muscle. Harland gawked as he followed every bend and bump of the man, committing his form to memory. He continued to hover his intangible mass near his future skin. The man’s hair was jet-black, and gently spiked from ocean water. The man’s muscles moved expertly beneath his skin, revealing their strength. This was a body sculpted through years of work, hard-earned and built for power. Unable to control himself further, Harland began to caress the man’s body from behind, causing him to jolt in a shiver.

“You alright there, Marco?” A small petite woman waved from afar.

“Y-yeah, just a breeze.. Sorry for the scare Val!” He shouted back, reassuringly as he shook off the odd sensations.

This only prompted Harland to continue further, deeper. Harland was as ruthless of a businessman as he was effective. In his day he was never one to compromise. He loved a good, dirty fight. He relished in the struggle. A vessel of this much resistance was made for him. This time around, he dug his spectral fingers into Marco’s golden arms, causing a slight ripple in its muscled flesh. He watched in glee as he traced the outline of those forearms, causing the fine hairs he dragged his intangible hand through to glow briefly and settle white. Property of Harland.

Marco meanwhile went from small jolts to a slight convulsion, as he felt something inherently wrong penetrate him. There was something otherworldly to the sensation he had just felt. Moments later a stream of vile, negative emotions flooded him, causing him to laugh uncontrollably.

Marco knew something was wrong. These were not the bright, sunny laughter he normally gave off. They were cruel, callous laughs which sent chills down his spine. He had no idea his body could even make these sounds. He glanced at his biceps and recoiled in shock as he viewed stray muscles writhing and moving on their own. Marco felt an enhanced sensation in his arms, like an increased awareness in his control of them yet by that very same sensation was an unnatural numbness to them. By all accounts, they were his arms but something was off. These appendages attached to him could hardly qualify as his arms. There was something not-Marco to them that his brain couldn’t quite resolve. Every movement he felt was unnatural, like he had to actively focus on moving every single muscle just to get his arms to move the way he desired.

Marco began to worry in his head, as more and more of his body began to follow in the same feeling. He ran through the day’s events, trying in vain to discern what could have caused these sensations. Then, his legs buckled and he collapsed into the very fort he had built earlier.

In sweat and sand, in struggle and sun, Marco began to convulse on the ground. His desperation unseen by others, shielded by the pile he excavated to make the fort.

He thrashed and shook vigorously, as more unfamiliar sensations flooded him.

The feeling was moving throughout him. It was unmistakably living. And it was drawing closer to his head.

A stream of drool left Marco’s mouth, as his shaking quickened. Veins bulged in his face and throughout his body as seconds later, his eyes began to roll back.

“F-Fuck!!” He shouted.

“Mmmm yes, ‘Fuck’ indeed” an elderly voice inside him spoke.

“What the-“

“Pleasure to finally meet you... I’m Harland”

——

Marco grasped his head in pain. “W-what the fuck do you want?!

“The answer to that question should be quite obvious.” Marco’s own lips spoke this time. His pained expression loosened and all visible struggle drained from it, as Harland commandeered Marco’s pretty face as his own. A hand still half-controlled by Marco shook in place until it eventually relented and caressed his face in rough unnatural motions. “I want this”.

“GET OUT” Marco shouted in protest. His body shook violently in one swift motion before settling.

In a brief instance, Marco again found full control of his body. He let out one sigh of relief before passing out.

——

Stirred awake by the sound of gently rolling waves and the vibration in his pocket, Marco awoke from a nap that had gone for far too long.

He viewed his phone, taking note of the hours lost in slumber. A new text from Val.

“Today was fun, had a client booked. Was gonna wake you up but you looked way too cute like that. Let’s do this again sometime. Maybe no giant sandcastles next time ;)”

He laughed gently as he spoke to himself “Damn, quarantine has really done a number on your stamina, eh Marco?”. He continued to slowly get up from the hole he had created himself- stopping every few moments as if to anticipate another fight for his body, despite writing off the entire event as a dream. “Must have dozed off or something.” He kept repeating rationalizations to himself, chalking the whole thing up to an illusion born of fatigue. Yet somehow deep down, he knew it was all too real. Something foreign, something unnatural was still there with him. Still Inside.

All reservations aside, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have occurred since waking up and Marco began to even slightly believe his own little lie.

“Of course it was just a dream”.

As soon as Marco began to truly relax himself, his body shook into rigid, unnatural poses, defiantly showing its owner his error.

He attempted to get his bearings, grasping at whatever he could, only to catch loose sand with his arms. In the midst of Marco’s writhing, a toothy sneer pulled itself from his lips.

Harland spoke using Marco as his mouthpiece. “You didn’t seriously think I would just leave all of this?”

Marco’s own struggling hands began to grope and fondle his body.

“Don’t worry, having me inside will a whale of a time- you’ll see” he spoke, trailing of in a moan as his fingers circled sensually around his nipples. “Being my new body will make you successful beyond your wildest dreams”

Marco felt an odd warmth build inside him.

“Get the hell out of me!” He shouted in desperation.

In that moment, he was hit with a tremor of earthshattering pleasure- burst from deep within his abs, pulsing and delivering into the rest him. His arms splayed out, his hips swung into unnatural angles, as he was forced to ride the wave. In the aftershocks from the initial burst, his limbs couldn’t help but twitch slightly in unprompted delight. Marco had never felt anything like that before. His body couldn’t help but leak a little precum in anticipation.

“Some propriety is called for, young man. At least try to hide it.”

Embarrassed by the small stain that now appeared on his underwear, Marco began to shout back.

“Shut u-sh-shit… oh shit… holy shit holy shit” attention was immediately drawn to the second tremor inside himself. Once the second wave hit, he could only manage to barely contain an unprompted moan in his throat.

Marco tried to readjust himself, to acquaint himself with the pleasurable feelings and fight Harland’s onslaught on his senses. Instead, the pulses were getting quicker, stronger.

His abs were in pain, body sore, veins engorged. Muscles strained from their fleshy confine as they involuntarily contracted and relaxed in rapid succession from the increasing frequency of the pulses.

Marco laid in the ground shaking, riled up in pent up fury and ecstasy, expecting sweet, sweet release- only to be met with disappointment as his body, the very body he worked so hard to sculpt, betrayed its master. There would be no respite from the onslaught of pressure inside him. In fevered, labored breaths he cried out to his tormentor. “J-Just do it…. ah ah a-Holy shit. Take me. FUCK. We’re so close… please”.

Marco’s head hung back while his mouth contorted into a pained expression. The corners of his mouth twitched in place as the Harland new face took on a dark, lecherous expression.

“No, you were made to please me! You’re not getting a drop of this!” In that instance, something inside Marco’s body clicked into place.

This was it, Harland could see himself begin to manifest through his newly-acquired Marco-template. Marco’s eyes took on an evil, soulless demeanor. His hair began to flush white before settling into a dark gray color between Marco’s and Harland’s. All along his body, similar changes had occurred, cementing this new flesh as not-quite Marco and not-quite Harland.

Of course, the mind was a vastly different matter. Marco was no more- his body only the template from which Harland had fashioned his new corporeal form. Harland devoured his mind, connecting the new body to its sole owner.

Marco was no more- for he was now fully Harland incarnate. Lewd fingers began to explore the body they were attached to, tracing over Marco’s biceps, his shoulders, and his thick neck. His fingers continued to drag themselves among raw other crevices in his body, before gliding down his abs, down the treasure trail and landing gently around his cock. Harland scooped the bit of precum still on Marco’s dick from earlier.

The newly-minted man let out a smug, venomous smile, as he sucked his new fingers clean.

“Quite a delicious partnership”.

…

Though his mind no longer existed, Marco’s body was still pent up in lust and pressure, still attempting to shake and still yearning for that sweet release. With Harland in command, it was subjugated to stillness. Marco’s body continued with build in near-orgasmic heat and pleasure, further amplified by Harland’s mental fortitude.

But even Harland himself could not deprive this new virile body for too long. His hand went back in and quickly grabbed his engorged cock.

With closed eyes, he gave it a light, sensual tug, nodding in approval as he let out a short moan.

“We’re at the home stretch, bud”.

Another tug. This time, with a slight roughness. There was no hesitation to it- this was now his body after all, he knew how to please it best.

“You-this flesh was built for me, you just didn’t know it….and as for myself, I was built to control this to rule you… sorry I took so long to get home. You must have been so lonely building up all that muscle, sculpting all this without me inside to wear it” Harland stated as his free hand began to caress random parts of his body. The tugs began to quicken and his eyes fluttered in sheer delight.

“One final piece…” he moaned

…

In a quick jolt, Harland stopped dead in his tracks. Cum rapidly pooled over his hand, but he paid no mind to it.

He muttered but one word to cut the silence.

“Incompatible.”

In a flurry of feathers and a burst of red light, the two men finally realized their true form:

April Fools!

---

Note: Not actually a huge fan of the fried chicken company in question.

#male possession #male transformation #notaKFCad #recipieforsuccess

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regali-s · 3 years

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BETWEEN THE WAVES ➽ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA x READER

genre: soft smut, black! female reader

wc: 5.3k

warnings: just my self indulgence and uhh reader has a coochie

a/n: hi! so originally this was gonna be longer and i was gonna write about them actually doing stuff in miyakojima but, due to my last two braincell misfiring, it ended up as just one smut oneshot instead. therefore! i have several smaller stories with toshi’s and reader’s two children, their dates on miyakojima during valentine’s weekend, a small little scene of them being cute and wholesome after this sex scene, and one more smut scene that’s more hard sex with some dom toshi. really, it’s just an excuse to let me write about him some more, but we don’t talk about that 😝

sunlight peers through the white windows of your bedroom, the sounds of waves crashing against the shoreline rousing you from your sleep. a gentle breeze filters through beige curtains and hits your naked figure, causing you to curl further into your husband’s warm body. you smile when you feel his arms wrapping around you, squeezing once as he encases you tighter, and when your eyes flutter open, they immediately search for his of olive, admiring the way that the golden flecks in them glisten under soft yellow lights.

serenity fills your morning together as you bask in the smell of the sea drifting across your bedroom. you feel relaxed in a way you hadn’t in a long time, thinking to yourself that it was a good idea for you and wakatoshi to take the weekend off to yourselves while your two children, hideyoshi and shiori, stayed with tendou who promised to look after them well.

your husband had planned a luxurious trip for the both of you to miyakojima, boarded your flight on friday afternoon and arrived at the villa by early evening. you had a gorgeous view of the coastline from your bedroom, and standing outside lets you see blue waters stretching across the horizon with the silver glow of the night sky. your suite came accompanied with a long outdoor pool and a hot tub where you could relax under millions of stars with a glass of wine, wrapped in your husband’s embrace and sharing slow kisses while you straddled his lap.

and that’s exactly how the both of you had spent your first evening. once the wine had fully settled into your bloodstream, you let yourself fall into a drunken haze as you sunk yourself down on wakatoshi’s cock, moaning into his neck and leaving trails of wet kisses that you know would make his head spin and for him to pull you flush against his hips, until his fingers bruised your sides and until you could feel his head hitting deep inside you while your walls massaged his shaft. that night, he’d been loud for you as you rode him, sweet moans that poured into your skin and set your body ablaze, praises of your name spilled out of his lips on breathy moans against your temple as he pumped you full of his cum.

“good morning, my love,” wakatoshi’s voice quietly rumbles inside his chest, sending vibrations throughout your body as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. you hum contentedly as you blissfully close your eyes, sighing as you bask in the feeling of his lips against your skin before seeking him out with your own.

“morning, toshi,” you murmur against him between your kisses, each one of them slow and passionate, thrumming beneath your skin and causing your heart to flutter inside your chest as you melt into him. it leaves you with a breathless giggle when your noses bump together, your smile hazy and dazed as you brush strands of brown hair from his forehead. beneath the sheets, he rubs soothing circles into your naked hips, pulls you closer to him until your legs are tangled together, your chest pressed up against his while his fingers dig comfortingly into your flesh. his touch is soothing as he caresses each curve of your body, over the stretch marks that web across your brown skin, brushing over your stomach and thighs until gradually they gently massage your ass. the tingling sensation left in the wake of his hands causes you to shiver against him, legs rubbing together when you feel his hardened member pressing up against your stomach. each twitch of him against you alerts you of his desires as does the heavy mist that masks his eyes. the weight and implications of the look he gives you paired with the way he begins to slowly rock his hips into you, grinding against your stomach all while he holds your gaze, it swirls between your legs and causes your lust to drip out of you in pools. there’s a question in his eyes, an invitation that blurs your surroundings until you can only focus on the warmth and heat of him against you.

“nngh— toshi...” you sigh when he hides his face in the crook of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin and grazing you just barely with his teeth. a whimper escapes you when he finds the shell of your ear, biting gently before lapping over the area with his tongue as he continues to slowly rut against you. one of your hands rests against his stomach, fingers twitching with the urge to wrap themselves around him, to feel the weight and heat of his shaft in your palm as desire clouds your mind and urges you to pull him closer.

“w-wait... shouldn’t we check up on tendou?? see... ah!” he cuts off your words when his hands dip below your waist, fingers sliding between your slick folds to press against your clit. the moan that slips out of you is filthy, your hand leaves his hair to grasp his forearm; the firmness of his muscles serves to ground yourself against the desire clouding your mind, all while it pushes you further and further toward the brink of giving in entirely. “see how he’s doing with hide and shiori...”

this would be the first time that either you or wakatoshi would spend so much time away from your children, and, understandably, you were nervous to do so. it wasn’t that you don’t trust tendou — rather, you’d trust him with your life if it came down to it. he loved and cared for you and toshi’s children as if they were his own blood. but they’re your babies, so of course you’d worry. your four year old hide, especially tended to get anxious whenever he was away from either of you and—

“f-fuck— toshi...”

and just like that, your thoughts come to a complete standstill once you feel two of your husband’s finger sink into you, curling and caressing your slick walls.

“i’m sure they’ll be fine,” his whisper becomes the only thing you can hear, it ghosts along your skin as he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. you can’t help the way your hips buck into him, a drawn out whine of his name fluttering from your lips when he begins to slowly pump in and out of you, squelching noises drowning the sound of the waves outside. his familiar smell of brown sugar and vanilla washes away the salty ocean breeze, it overpowers your senses, forces you to focus on the way his voice hums approval against your skin and the way his fingers coaxingly massage your aching walls, his knuckles brushing against your pussy lips as he sinks them deeper. his fingers are tall enough that they reach inside you so much further than you could ever hope to with your hands alone, the thickness of them makes you feel a stretch that burns just slightly and leaves you feeling full.

and yet, it doesn’t satisfy you completely.

it doesn’t stop you from seeking out the sensation only he’s ever been able to provide you with; for the familiar tightening of your stomach that makes you grind against his hand as if you wanted more, needed something else that would stretch you almost impossibly wide and fill you to the brim. it isn’t hard for wakatoshi to make you need him, to make you the desperate little thing who’d turn so pliant and obedient for him, and he knows it — you know he does when you feel him smile into your neck, when a deep chuckle sends vibrations rippling down your spine, your arousal spilling out of you in pools, all over his palm and down your thighs.

“it’s just us right now. i want you to focus on me and forget everything else.”

there’s a shift in his tone that has your breath hitching inside your throat. you recognize the slow and silent authority that he always carries when he’s with you like this, the glint in golden eyes that has you immediately submitting to him, that causes your pulse to beat only on his will. the effect is immediate and has you nodding obediently, your eyes unable to leave his intense stare as if he’d managed to pin you in place. you watch his lips move, but the picture is blurry, as if you watched him through a thick fog, and it takes the absence of his fingers to return your focus to him. you nearly whine at the loss of them stuffing you full, and there’s a complain bubbling up on the back of your throat until he uses them, slick with your arousal and all, to grip your chin tightly, and the words immediately die down in favour of letting his voice wash over you like the tide.

“you hear me?”

you try and nod as best as you can within his firm grasp. wakatoshi studies your expression — takes in the way your mouth opens up under the prying of his thumb, how you obediently suck on it when he pushes it between your plush lips. a low groan of approval makes you grind against his cock, desperately rubbing your cunt along him in search for some form of stimulation while he runs his thumb along your tongue.

“mmph...” your eyes flutter closed, a pop noise sounds inside the room as he pulls his thumb from your lips and instead presses the two fingers he had previously stuffing your cunt to fill your mouth. the taste of your arousal instantly fills your senses while he slowly thrusts them against your tongue as he presses down, you making sure to clean yourself off of him and coating his fingers with your saliva. drool slips from the corners of your lips, and as your smaller fingers struggle to barely wrap around his wrist, you cough slightly when he pushes them a bit further to the back, causing your eyes to water when you look up at him.

“sorry,” his hand returns to your hip, comfortingly rubbing circles over it while you clear your throat. “did i go too far back?”

the concern he shows for something so minor makes your chest swell with affection as you shake your head, cupping his cheek with your hand. you mimic his actions of rubbing circles into his skin and press a kiss to his lips. “it’s alright,” you reassure him, smiling when he greedily chases after you before you can pull away, your lips molding together as he tastes the addicting, almost maddening of your arousal on your tongue. wakatoshi’s always been one to worry about your comfort — it’s never once changed over the years you’ve spent together. each time he shows concern over you as he does now, fearing that he’d maybe scratched the back of your throat with his sudden movements, it kindles your love for him and turns the moments between you into something pure and intimate, filled with the love you two share for one another, and it makes you yearn all the more to feel his skin pressed up close to yours, until all your senses should be consumed by the thought and feel of him and the world around you fades away in the glory of hazel eyes.

you let your hands roam across his body, trailing your fingers along his jaw before they ghost along his neck, resulting in him firmly gripping on to your hip as a muffled grunt escapes him. the kiss you both share deepens as he presses closer to you, your tongue slipping past his lips to fully taste him against you, yourself on him. where your last kisses were tender and loving, this one is searing and causes your head to spin and steals your breath from you in small, subdued moans, each of which wakatoshi eagerly swallows up. tauntingly, well aware of how it only fuels your hunger for him, he pulls your lower lip between his teeth and gazes at you with half-lidded eyes, the intensity with which he pins you with never once allows you to look away as he pulls your leg over his hip, his other hand encasing your form from beneath you to wrap around your shoulders and pull your chest flushed against his.

the tip of his cock leaks against your lower lips, pushing against your clit before he slides himself between your wet folds and coats himself with your arousal. you whimper, longingly, trying to meet his movements by pressing yourself down on him, and wakatoshi watches with great fascination the way your face bends and contorts, mouth hanging open as you grip onto his shoulders. his hand leaves a trail of fire in its wake as his hand caresses your thigh, slowly climbing higher up until he cups your ass with his palm. the flesh of it spills between his fingers when he squeezes before his fingers sink inside your cunt once again, filling you up with their thickness as he begins pumping them quickly.

“nngh— haah!”

the suddenness of his pace has your hand flying up to his hair, pulling just barely on brown strands as your head flies back. you sigh when his lips latch on to your exposed neck, teeth sinking down into your skin and leaving pretty bruises to blossom all while he continues to drill you with his fingers. the room quickly fills up with the sounds of your slick, your hips buck to meet each thrust of wakatoshi’s fingers as he twists them inside of you, oh so desperate for the high of your orgasm that draws closer with each brush he makes against your gushing walls, against that spot deep inside you that has your vision flashing white.

“you gonna cum from just my fingers, sweetheart?” wakatoshi’s lips brush against your neck, the baritone of his voice rumbling against your skin as he presses deeper inside you, drawing a sharp cry of his name from your gaping lips. your head bobs in response to his question, a whiny “mhm,” is all that you’re able to give him as you press your palm flat against his chest, the feeling of his skin against yours just barely keeps you tethered to reality, all while it fuels your desire to feel his skin. your other hand finds itself cupping the back of his head, where the short hairs of his undercut tickle your skin as you pull him closer to you, the leg that’s wrapped around his back hugging tighter.

“fuck, toshi... i’m so close, please.”

your lover pulls away from your neck to look at your face, takes in the lewdness of your parted lips and furrowed brows, your eyes that beg him to ruin you with the way you look at him so desperately. olive hues glint with hunger as his fingers hit that spot inside of you, causing you to release a loud cry as your body trembles. your cunt squeezes around him as the chord in your gut pulls tight, and wakatoshi marvels at the way you grip down on him so greedily, making it hard to move inside of you. his cock twitches against your thigh with a burning need to bury himself inside of you, to feel your walls hugging him just as you do his fingers. the thought urges him to finish you off faster. he wants to see you fall apart, he wants to erase the sky and the sea and replace it all with this moment, with himself, till your voice is all he can think of as he finger fucks you through your pleasure.

“that’s it, darling,” he praises, coaxes a chorus of breathless cries from you while your hips buck into his palm, the heel of it pressed against your sensitive clit. your nails dig into his shoulder, sinking into the skin while your orgasm rushes over you. your cum spills out into wakatoshi’s hands, leaves them drenched as he continues to work your pulsing walls as he watches you come undone, the squelching sounds increasing as your juices squirt out of you in little drops. he’s entirely rapped up in the way you tremble against him, in the way your eyes never once look away from him as your pussy suckles on his fingers, tears lining your lashes and your eyes dazed on pleasure. his fingers gradually slow down, not yet pulling out when you pull him into a deep kiss that fills his mouth with your love and desire, your leg wrapping around his back and locking him into you. without pulling back, your hand travels south, draws faint lines across his chest, down his abs until it wraps around his hardened cock.

precum oozes from his tip, slicks between your fingers as you gently massage his tip, and wakatoshi rewards you with a slow, deep groan that pours out into your mouth and fills you with the sound of it. you want to pleasure him just as he’d done for you, and so you pull away from him, wanting to let your spit dribble over his pretty pink tip, all glazed and slick with precum as it twitches against your lips before taking him into your mouth, but — as if he can read minds — your husband pulls away and grips your thigh before you can move.

“not now,” he shakes his head, the words whispered against your lips and in between the fleeting kisses that litter around your mouth, against the corners and on your jaw before he finally kisses your lips fully. his hand leaves your thigh to cover yours wrapped around his throbbing length, squeezing your fingers around it, and as he guides the head to just barely press past the opening of your cunt, grazing your clit with little brushes that has your hips chasing more, he makes sure that your eyes are focused on him . “i need you, (y/n). as much as i want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, i need to be inside of you”

his words spikes your own craving for him, teaches you an impatience that hadn’t taken to your slow fucking the night before as you sigh longingly. and yet, despite that yearning between you two, you still manage to pull away from him and give a cheeky smile. “you sure you don’t want to see me wearing your cum like my favourite lip gloss?”

your husband chuckles at your words, his head dips against your shoulder where his baritone voice ripples across your skin and draws from you a laugh of your own. “darling, you already know how much i love seeing your mouth filled with my cum... but—”

a sharp, startled gasp rips out from your lips, it trails off into a dirty cry of “toshiii...!!” when he pushes himself inside your tight little cunt, not without resistance but almost seamlessly due to the remnants of your first orgasm. he groans as he feels you immediately clamp down on him while your vision blurs with stars at the addictive sensation of your husband’s cock filling you up with every single inch that sinks between your folds. he captures your moan with a passionate kiss when he buries himself to the hilt, basking in the way your walls flutter around him and suck him in, embracing these few moments of stillness while you’re whimpering into his mouth. no matter how many times he’d fucked you, you still feel every bit as amazing, just as divine as if heaven had granted to him an angel of his own. he groans as he presses his hips into yours, seeking out your body with the hand that grips your back.

“i’d prefer to fill this pretty pussy of yours up instead. wouldn’t you want that, my love?”

his words register inside your mind and wash over your skin like a searing flame, yet all that you can focus on is the stretch that his cock provides you with. wakatoshi’s much bigger than average — almost impossibly so. no matter how much prep the both of you do beforehand, there would always be some mild discomfort whenever he slides into you for the first time. you’d never be able to get enough of the way he stuffed your pussy full of his cock, filling you up in a way you’d never felt prior to meeting him. it’s like a drug, really, the way you crave for it whenever his fingers skim tantalizingly over your curves, or when his eyes pin you down with all the power and lust that only you would ever witness. that desire and yearning from him is because of you, belongs to you and you alone, and the thought of it fills you up with pride as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

your hips rock into him without your conscious decision, silently urging for your husband to move. it’s his cue to start with slow, deep thrusts that drag against your squelching walls, each time he pulls out he’s met with a resistance that fights to keep him inside of you as your hands dance along his muscles, as if you sought to paint him with your touch and leave your marks to shine on his skin like golden paint.

there’s no rush in the way he fucks you. there’s no harsh pounding or slurred words that burn into your skin. instead, wakatoshi fucks you slowly, making sure that you feel each and every drag of his cock inside of you while he basks in your warmth, in the way that you pant against him and the way your hands can’t seem to keep themselves off his body. every drag of your palm against his skin sends shivers down his spine as he bites your shoulder, and he returns your affection in kind by running his finger down your spine, drawing circles into your lower back that pull little whimpers from you.

wakatoshi knows your body like he knows himself, remembers every one of your sensitive places just as you do his. he could trace a map of your skin with his eyes closed, and yet he’d never once get tired of exploring you and everything you have to offer to him.

he finds your sweet spot easily, thrusting against it with every snap of his hips against you. “haah— haaah, fuck, toshiiii!” you keen. your body jolts in reaction to his actions and your hands immediately wrap around his back, locking him into a vice grip while you press your forehead into his shoulder. “right there, ohh fuck— please, don’t stop, nngh! don’t stop, it feels so fucking good...!!”

“yeah? right here feel good, hm? fuck, darling—!” the curse rumbles deep inside his throat, groaning as his lips dance along your temple; he basks in your aroma of sweet apples and mandarins, sighing against your skin as one hand comes up to cup your tits, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers as he massages it gently. your chest wasn’t the most sensitive part of your body and he knows, but he enjoys the way the pliant flesh dances between his fingers, loves when he has his mouth full with it as he sucks on your nipples while his fingers spread you apart. “you feel so good around me — shit, you’re squeezing me so tight... want me to pump you full with my cum? hm? that what my sweet little baby wants?”

“yes—!” you gasp, “fuck, yes, toshi, i want all of your cum, pleasepleaseplease...!!”

a groan escapes him at your words that reverberates across your skin like. “fuck, (y/n)...” his strokes hit you deep each time he pushes into you, till his body nearly comes to fully cage you against the mattress while his hands grip your hip in place for him to fuck into you. “‘m gonna fill you up so well, you hear me? nngh— gimme another baby, hm? do that for me, will you? shit—” his lips leave your temple to bite your ear, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise as his body weight presses against you. you lay beneath him on your back, both your legs hugging his waist as he pistons in and out of you, your chests and stomachs pressed so closely together that you can’t think about where he ends and where you begin. you’re entirely lost in wakatoshi and everything that he is, in the way his arms wrap around your smaller frame, in the way he pins you down beneath his weight, in his lips that scatter fleeting kisses at the corner of your eye, the praises that he showers you with while he drills his cock inside of you, and—

“fuck, toshi— toshiiii, ah! toshi ‘m gonna cum— fuuuck i wanna cum, please!”

your thighs squeeze around his frame as you push your hips up to meet each thrust, grinding against him sensually as he bites his lip. one of his large hands cup the side of your face as he groans in your ear, letting every harsh breath travel straight through your body and down to your gushing pussy, setting every part of you on fire as the coil in your gut tightens once more.

“go ahead, darling,” he moans, pressing open mouthed kisses against your jaw. your eyes flutter open to the ceiling above you, where you could clearly see the image of your bodies tangled together in the overhead mirror. every ripple of his back muscles, the sight of his eyes closed while he kisses the side of your face; your arms and legs caging in his body as your palms dance along his back, your mouth hanging open on cries of his name and the feeling of ecstasy that erases the world around you until there’s left nothing but the two of you. every smack of your hips together is given a visual as wakatoshi’s grunts fill your ear, everything turns just a bit more intimate, becomes the picture of the passionate, love-making sex that you two have in this moment, and the very notion of it sends your heart leaping inside your chest and your cunt squeezing on to your husband even more.

and then his eyes are meeting yours in the mirror with a fire that burns your skin and sets the world ablaze beneath deep ocean waters. his gaze locks with yours as he utters the single command against your ear, just as you both watch and feel his muscles dancing beneath your hands as he slowly — almost torturously so — slides himself back into you, hits that spongy spot inside your walls with an accuracy that only he could have. you can’t help the tears that brim in your eyes as a curse of “fuck!” escapes you, quivering and oh so melodious like the chiming of bells. had you ever needed to say it out loud, you’d confess that you never wanted this moment between you two to end. that you’d never want to be apart from him lest you allow space between your bodies... you only want to remain close to him, for his skin to warm yours, for his cock to stay buried inside of you, and—

“cum for me.”

your cunt immediately gushes around his cock, your juices pouring out of you and soaking your thighs and his stomach, hot and slick against your skin and sloshing obscenely with every stroke your husband makes. he moans loudly at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, breath trembling against your skin at the feeling of your heartbeat pulsating around his shaft as he continues to fuck you slowly.

“that’s it, baby” he sighs, “thaaaaat’s it, fuck. so fucking good for me.”

“toshii...” you whimper. overstimulation numbs your mind and washes away everything around you that isn’t him, till it feels like the world spins and holds you upside down and your breath stutters on the clouds; it brings your tears pouring over your lashes, and yet your hips still rut up against his, seeking out that addictive feeling of him filling you up, urging him to finish so that he’d pour out into you too. you bring your hand up to cup his jaw, thumbs brushing his cheek as you seek his lips against yours. “fuck— nngh, toshi kiss me, pleasepleaseplease kiss me...”

you didn’t need to ask him twice; his lips were on yours before the words are fully out of your mouth, locked together as you cried into him. his own hands slide up your sides, lingering to squeeze where he knows you’re sensitive, and you reward him by squealing against his lips as your pussy clamps down on him. with his head now hovering over yours, he pulls away to look you in your eyes, takes in the beauty of how fucked out you look panting beneath his body and coming undone by his hands, from his dick pumping into you. swollen lips that pour out your sweet, pretty little moans and glossy eyes, your round tits that bounce with every move he makes, dark bruises forming on your skin from where he marked you, and your pussy, god, your pussy pulling him in like you were so fucking desperate to be filled to the brim with his cum—

“fuck, toshi please, i’m begging you...” you moan, breathless; needy. “i need your cum, baby, please... cum inside me, hm?”

the pure yearning in your voice as your eyes lock with his sends him over the edge, a long moan of your name shakes you to your core as his cock twitches inside of you, spurting loads of cum inside your greedy cunt and painting your insides white. the feeling of his cum spreading around inside of you, mixing with your moisture and gushing against your walls nearly blinds him with the feeling, and yet he focuses on how good he feels inside of you, how fucking gorgeous you look beneath him while the sun hits your brown skin, how you glisten like diamonds in his arms and, really, you’re the most beautiful person wakatoshi’s ever laid his eyes on.

the warm sensation of him filling you up causes you to smile as you mutter little praises for him, “that’s it, give me everything... feels good?” to which he nods into your hands, ever seeking of your skin against his face as he tilts further into your hold. the both of you are breathless as your highs fade out, and wakatoshi’s forehead presses against yours, his body collapses lightly against you as he tries to regain his breath.

you both stay this way, basking in the afterglow of sex that slowly fades out, eyes locked with each other and chests heaving with your laboured breaths until wakatoshi leans down and plants a full, sweet kiss against your lips. you hum against him as your arms come to wrap around his shoulders and your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him to lay entirely on top of you while his hands wrap around your waist.

“i love you,” you murmur between your kisses, chuckling when he greedily chases you for more, the taste of your lips addicting and so, so fulfilling to him. he loves them, loves the way your body feels so warm against him, loves the way your fingers card through his hair, loves the way your locks splay beneath your body, loves the way the waves crash against the shore on gentle symphonies like a soundtrack, the way the sun shines its light down on you; he smiles and presses a whisper against your lips that sings like a declaration of his affections.

“i love you, (y/n).”

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rokutouxei · 3 years

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genshin impact | T | 1967 childe/lumine | established relationship [ao3]

Childe and Lumine remember their first kiss very, very differently.

“We’ll go in the summer,” Childe had promised, and she had honestly believed that with all her heart. Remembered her adventures in the Golden Heart Archipelago with Klee and Jean and imagined all golden shores and blue skies and wide, open oceans. She was ready for that.

She was not ready for the bulky winter wear. She was not ready for the temperature that was like large hydro and cryo slimes all over her body, freezing her until there’s not much left to be frozen again.

(This is where she starts to doubt Childe’s rose-colored glasses.)

It is… quite the experience, to visit his home in Snezhnaya. There was no way she was declining the offer now that she was bound for the nation, and not with Childe giving her free pass into the country despite all the atrocities she’s done to Fatui agents across Teyvat. The least she could do was visit their little home, right? Say hello to his parents, his brothers and sisters, maybe stay for dinner, and then go to her hotel…right?

Wrong.

At this point, she is well aware of how Childe can be. Sweet and romantic when something in him softens, when that part of him that is always craving battle dissipates once his vulnerability sinks in. It’s a side of him anyone rarely sees, one she’s so proud of having the privilege to see on occasion. What slipped her mind is that the wall Childe sets up for the rest of the people in his life—other diplomats, other Fatui, other adventurers, the people he comes to just to have a fistfight with—is a wall he didn’t need to keep up with his family.

They arrive sometime past noon, after a long boat ride and a short trek up a mountain slope. The sky is an enthralling shade of blue. Quite like his eyes. It was snowing lightly—“it feels like it’s always snowing in Snezhnaya,” Childe had told her once—but it wasn’t the dreary kind of snow, rather the one that was a little exciting to watch. Childe knocked at the door and opened it with a yell, which she assumed was a greeting.

She mentally prepared herself for it, but she hadn’t expected Teucer, Anton, and Tonia to greet her with “sister!!” just as she walked through the premises.

Just how much had he told them in his letters?

(How much of her that they knew was the Lumine of Childe’s imagination, one that she would have to keep up with?)

She never peeked at the letters whenever he was busy writing them, never bothered because she felt like it would be an invasion of privacy, but now that she was here under the familiar sea-blue gaze of his entire family… she wondered if even just one look would have been alright.

Getting the approval of the younger siblings was an easy task; all she had to do was give them a few of the souvenirs she and Childe had brought over from their travels and promise to sit down and tell them of her adventures for them to give her the thumbs-up. The less impressionable ones, however, were Childe’s older sisters and brothers, who were polite and homely but a lot curter, as if trying to gauge if she were a good match with their younger brother. If the way his eldest sister had gifted Lumine her own set of Snezhnayan clothing even before dinner is any sign, perhaps she had at least passed their preliminary test.

But family time is very important in Snezhnayan culture, and dinner—well, dinner was an entirely different affair altogether.

“You’ve known each other for a long time, Ajax has been writing letters about you since.”

Liyue and Osial and Rex Lapis seem so far away now. “It took us a while to get along,” Lumine admits, side-eyeing Childe, “but once we found our footing with each other, it was enjoyable company.”

Childe’s eldest brother laughs. “Ajax. Enjoyable company.”

“You must be one hell of a woman to persist like that,” his other brother jokes.

“Well, that just means he made a good impression on her right away,” a sister muses.

“He got me out of a tough spot,” Lumine answers, remembering Yujing Terrace and the Rite of Descension. “I owed him one for that.”

“Isn’t that sweet!” his mother coos. “Ajax has changed, to be so sweet from the start.”

“Sweet? It was more of Sexual tension and”—Lumine yells, trying to cover him up: “Hey?! There are kids!”—"aggression from the start.”

“Oh, honey, don’t mind him,” Childe’s mother says, chuckling softly. “His siblings are used to him being straightforward like that.”

“I’m not…” Lumine murmurs, slinking back into her seat, causing the entire table to roll with laughter.

Dinner lasts for what seems like hours, and Lumine sits there shyly poking at her food as questions get pelted at her and Chllde about their relationship. The question of marriage is inescapable too, and she and Childe share a glance at each other for the briefest of moments before answering “it’ll come when it’ll come.”

But while it is easy to shrug off the adults’ more serious questions like that, it is the children’s concerns that are harder to ignore. So when Teucer asks—“How did your first kiss go?”

—Childe instantly pipes up and goes: “Oh, let me tell this one, babe. We were at Liyue Harbor together—"

It only takes Childe a few sentences before Lumine screeches, “No no no no please stop!!”, covering his mouth with her hands.

The whole family just laughs.

It is only until after dinner, when Lumine is sure that most of her face had already melted off of her skull, when she gets to pull Childe aside while in their (shared!) bedroom and ask: “No, seriously, Ajax. How do you remember our first kiss?”

“Was my storytelling over at dinner not enough, my принцесса? Would you rather I give you a reenactment?”

She blushes fiercely at being called a princess, but she tries her best to ignore it. “What? No, all I’m asking is—”

Childe does not pay attention and holds her in position, pushing her backward until she’s sat on the bed and he’s standing in front of her, towering (and admittedly a little… delicious, now that he’s dressed down and fresh from the shower.) “We’d come from a fight—the best thing to do with you. Or second best thing,” Childe muses, but then shakes his head back into focus. He holds Lumine’s chin with his index finger and thumb and forces her to look up. “I beat you that time.”

She narrows her eyes, staring back at him defiantly. “Only because I was handicapped.”

“Sure, my love. Luck on my part.” Childe grins. “I was trying to get you to stop sulking.”

“‘Warriors must learn to take part in losses,’” Lumine quotes him, and he nods.

He comes closer to her, carefully switching so that his palm is cupping her cheek instead, wiping an imaginary tear or bruise on her cheek. “You were so strong, but I’d tired you out more than usual. You were slumped in your seat, so I went to try and get you to rest, and you closed your eyes and leaned your head on my hand—” Childe smiles, a genuine one, small and sweet it gets Lumine’s heart racing. “I couldn’t help it, you know? I didn’t know what to tell you—how to tell you, so when you opened your eyes, I decided—fuck, I’m going to kiss her right here.”

Childe leans forward and presses a kiss on her lips.

“And I thought, ‘she’s going to hate me after this,’ but you didn’t, and instead you put your hands on your shoulders and then my hair, and you kissed me back,” he sighs. “You should really be cute more often, my sweet. You were so needy. Like this, let me show you—”

And just as Childe is about to press his lips on hers again, she places the palm of her hand against his mouth and pushes him roughly away.

“That is not what happened.”

Lumine is sure and inconvincible.

“What?”

There’s a moment of silence between the both of them that seems to extend for miles.

Childe blinks, his mind finally settling back into place. “That is what happened. What do you mean? Did you forget how our first kiss went?”

“Did you forget how our first kiss went? That was not how it went.”

Irritation clouds Childe’s visage for a brief moment. “Okay, how did it go then?”

Lumine clears her throat. Childe gets off his knees and back to his feet, settling into position. Lumine takes his hand in hers to put it into place—

And squeezes her cheeks with it twice. Childe goes lax. Lumine holds it in place, just open enough so she can talk.

“You were teasing me. We did come from a fight, and I did lose. And you thought I was being a sore loser about it, but the only true part was that I was sore. And tired.” She squeezes her cheeks with his hand another time. “‘Aww, defeat getting in your head?”’ she says, mimicking his intonation. ‘Warriors must learn to take part in losses, you know?’”

Childe tries to pull away. “I did not—”

“You did,” she insists, holding him in place. “You wouldn’t even let me catch my breath. Do you remember what I did?” He shakes his head. “I bit you,” she answered for him, gently digging her teeth into the flesh between his thumb and index finger. “You yelped and pulled your hand back. Do you remember now?”

He blinks, the memory of it slowly coming back. “Oh no.”

Lumine snickers. “Yes, oh no, Ajax.” She takes him by the wrist and pulls him closer to her, back to his knees. “‘Feisty little girlie,’” she says, in his voice, mockingly. “I growled at you. You chuckled, you bastard. And then you pulled me by the chin and kissed me.”

She presses a kiss over his lips, shaking a little from holding back laughter.

And, with her mouth still on his, she continues—“And I bit you—”

She digs her teeth on his lower lip before pulling away.

“And that excited you because of course it did, and then we—”

“Made out on the mountainside overlooking Liyue Harbor. Holy shit,” Childe finishes, face pale. When he collapses onto the bed next to her, Lumine doesn’t even try to stop the full-blown laugh coming out of her.

“I can’t believe you made it into some sweet romantic memory!” she teases him. “That’s your taste, huh?”

“I swear, that is how I remember that moment!”

“Well you remember it wrong,” Lumine notes, grinning. “Since when have we been gentle kisses, Ajax? You said it yourself—it’s all sexual tension and aggression.”

“I can be romantic sometimes.”

“Sometimes. Not that time.”

When Childe sinks further down the mattress, she presses a kiss on her forehead and looks down at him with soft eyes. “But if that’s how you want to remember it, we can always make that how it goes.”

And when he smirks, for the briefest of moments she thinks she sees his eyes light up in a way she’s always wanted to see. “Really?”

“Really, you dummy,” is all she gets to say before Childe takes her lips with his, a slow, decadent kiss of gratitude. All sweet things, but Lumine knows better to believe that’s going to last any more than a minute, his hot breath already against her neck.

And she thinks, chuckling: maybe it’s better like this. At least they’ll have a version of their first kiss that’s the tiniest bit more family-friendly.

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kurutabaa · 3 years

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hi i discovered ur blog and its my new fave thing ever! may i req for a ryuji version of the "friend trying to pair up with his future s/o" thing u did? i feel like ann would fit as scheming matchmaker. (or u can pick whoever though) im such a loser for this idea, it's genius. i love ryuji so 👁👄👁 totally self indulgent

Ann Trying to Pair up Ryuji with his Future S/O!

Did I hear Ann the matchmaker and Ryuji as the matchmaker victim?! Yesyes!! I would be happy enough to do a lot more of these “Friend Pairing up Someone with Future S/O” scenarios!! Plus, Ann is the freaking best and I adore her~

(Futaba/Akira version of this scenario here!)

Ann Takamaki + Ryuji Sakamoto!

Featuring Ann as the Matchmaker and Ryuji + S/O as her target~

As the whole “Futaba pairing up Akira and his S/O together” situation died down, Ann noticed something similar to that with you and Ryuji.

She noticed how Ryuji would act stupider than he normally was around you. How he would try to say something cool but fail horribly, the way he tried to avoid eye contact with you and how he wouldn’t dare get closer then a meter towards you.

Although Ann had no solid evidence for any feelings, she realized this was Ryuji we were talking about. She needed to get her hands dirty.

After this realization, Ann will immediately interrogate Ryuji, wether it’d be at the lockers, cafeteria, or courtyard, she needs some answers.

“Hey, Sakamoto. What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“How stupid are you? I’m obviously talking about Y/N, it’s pretty obvious that you have feelings for them.”

“What?! W-Where did you get bullshit like that?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me! Now, I’m gonna help you win their heart, got it?”

Will definitely somehow rope in Akira the PT Girls into her schemes. Wether it’d be for date ideas or scheming “We’re just hanging out but this is totally meant to be a date!” plans.

Depending on which person you hang out with a lot, she’ll tell them to ask you what you think of Ryuji and to tell her afterwards.

When it turns out that you do have feelings for Ryuji, she’s now extremely adamant on getting you two together.

Will either tell you or Ryuji to ask one another if they want to go out for lunch, but most likely Ryuji has to do it.

It would be the end of class, you would be unknowingly packing your bag as Ann gives a thumbs up of approval to Ryuji. He uncomfortably walks his way towards you and calls out your name.

“Ryuji? What’s up?”

“I-I was wondering if..”

He looks for help to Ann, which he now realises that the entire PT group is now spying on the two of them. Thanks, Ann.

“U-Uh, I need some help with studying, so I’m wondering if you would hang out for a bit afterschool.”

Ryuji audibly hears the Phantom Theif members sighing in relief.

“Oh! Sure thing, where do you want to meet?”

“What about the ramen shop in Shibuya? My treat!”

“Alright! We can go on the train together to Shibuya, then!”

“C-Cool beans!”

As soon as he walked away, he was internally celebrating and had the goofiest smile on his face.

Ann will assign the guys to “prep” Ryuji for their study date while she takes the girls to “help” S/O

What do the guys do to prep Ryuji? Well, everyone gives him strange dating advice, besides Akira who now has some experience in being in a relationship.

“I get it, I get it! I won’t say anything stupid, now can ya stop pestering me?”

How do the girls help you? Well, their actually a bit more helpful! Haru and Ann initiate on styling your school uniform a certain way to make it more flashing, and also attempt at styling your hair either by putting in cute hairclips or puffing it up.

Haru will also give you a pep talk before you go home!

“You can do it, Y/N! And if Ryuji-kun breaks your heart, he’ll feel the wrath of my axe!”

“R-Right..”

You meet up with Ryuji at the station, taking the train to Shibuya. It was hot and uncomfortable, being stuffed inbetween students and office workers like a sardine can sucked.

You two sighed in relief as you got off the train, then immediately losing eachother in the ocean of people.

After you two find eachother again, the both of you awkwardly agree to link eachothers arms in order to not lose eachother.

“J-Just hold onto my arm and you’ll be good, alright?”

It wasn’t as busy as you two walked down the streets of Shibuya, the two of you gleaming once you found the ramen place.

The two of you ordered your dishes and started some small talk, it wasn’t actually as awkward as Ryuji imagined it to be. Maybe he was just that comfortable with you to forget that this was supposed to be an awkward first date.

“Oh, you asked me to come here to study, right? So, what do you need help on? We have that English test coming up soon.”

“Huh? O-Oh! I didn’t actually needed to study.. I, uh..”

Yikes, he may have just dug himself a hole to confessing why he really wanted you here.

You noticed that he was hesitant on finishing his sentence, and your mind began to race. Wait, was this meant to be a date? Your cheeks flushed at his true intentions.

“Y-Y’know, if you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t have to make up an excuse.. I-I would’ve said yes even if you asked me straightforward!”

It was silent for a few seconds, although you were in a public restaurant, it felt like the two of you were alone.

Ryuji finally broke the silence. “Y/N! Honestly, I..”

He got up suddenly, bending down onto the ground and bursting out,

“I like you! Please go out with me!”

Everyone stared at him strangely, did a highschooler just got onto the ground and confessed his feelings?

Speaking of everyone, Ann was intently watching with the rest of the Phantom Theives by her side once again. She is the matchmaker after all, it wouldn’t be efficient to leave the pair alone.

“What a flashy way to confess to someone.” Akira muttered.

“Shh! It’s gonna get good!” Futaba hushed him.

You felt embarrassed, speechless, but also quite flattered. You tried your best to look to answer.

“I-I like you too..!”

Ryuji looks up at you in shock, a blush spread across his cheeks

“F-For real?!”

You silently nod your head, while Ryuji has the biggest smile on his face. This strangely sweet moment only to be interrupted by a worker.

“Hey, kiddos, you either keep quiet or take your buisness somewhere else.”

“S-Sorry!” “Sorry!”

The rest of the date went off without a hitch! The two of you turning small talk into engaging conversations and not having a care in the world.

It was getting dark out, so the two of you went to the train station so you wouldn’t get stuck in Shibuya. Surprisingly enough, the Phantom Thieves were still keeping an eye on you two! Despite everyone else wanting to go home, Ann forced them to stay.

You and Ryuji stood in silence, the only thing you can hear is the echos of doors opening and closing, alongside the footsteps of busy people.

“Hey, Ryuji..”

“What’s up?”

You gulped, shyly fiddling with the straps of your uniform.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?”

Ryuji winced, trying to look for the right answer.

“I mean.. If you want to?”

You tried to hide the growing smile on your face, reaching your fingertips to interlock your hand with his.

“I’d like that.”

“C-Cool beans..!” He slightly squeezed your hand, his muscles soon relaxing.

[Extra]

“Well! My job here is done!” Ann patted down her uniform and grinned in pride. “I also snagged a video of this moment, too~”

“I hope their relationship goes well! We should probably leave them be now.” Haru excitingly said, her mind was running with cheesy romantic scenarios.

“Just make sure Ryuji or Y/N find it.” Akira chuckled at how prideful Ann seemed.

“Eh?! You recorded it? Let me see, let me see!” Futaba hurringly rushed to Ann’s side to take a glimpse of the video.

Afterwards, Ann will definitely tease you both with remarks of “It was so obvious you two liked eachother!” or “This bonehead here is too stupid to do it himself, so I had you help you two out.”

Ann is very happy for the two of you! She’ll prepare outfits for you whenever you and Ryuji go out and, if you’re a female, will do your makeup for you~

Dec 14 2020

Can I just say, this was so fun for me to write!!! I adore this prompt with all my heart and I hope you can tell I put my best effort into it! Please feel free to send in another Ryuji ask, this dork is adorable~

Thank you for Reading!

#ryuji x reader #p5 ryuji #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 fanfiction #p5 #f/o ryuji

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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unexpected

tenya iida x fem!reader

[a/n: he’s so cute hehehe 🥺 here’s my first Iida fic, it’s your basic summer trope but...I simp for this man on the daily, I was a little sad to see that there aren’t many Tenya fics out there so I took it into my own hands, this is slightly self-indulgent but other than that, he deserves some love so uh yeah, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Class 1-A just couldn’t take the heat anymore so they begged and begged and begged until Aizawa finally gave in and planned a class trip to the beach.

Today, the girls decided to head to the mall and buy some new swimsuits since wearing the very non-flattering school issued swimsuits would be absolutely terrible. You had gone along since you didn’t really have a swimsuit, you had one from back in middle school but it hadn’t fit you anymore. So far, they had all been able to find one they liked except you. You had been to countless stores but hadn’t really found one that caught your eye but the girls insisted on going to one more store so you could look around. As you looked around, you had started to doubt that you’d actually find one. That doubt was realized when all the ones you had tried on were the wrong size.

Once back in the dorms, Momo had offered to make you one. An offer that you gratefully accepted. You had searched online and showed her what type of bathing suit would be ideal. After thanking her 100 times or so, you had gone down to the kitchen.

“Oh (y/n), You’re back. How was the mall?” I don’t think Todoroki realized how loaded that question actually was. He and Midoriya seemed to have been just chatting, eating snacks. Iida had been making some tea.

“Uhh well it was great, the girls were able to find some bathing suits.” You sat down across from your two friends.

“Is someone wrong? It doesn’t sound like you had a good time?” The freckled boy asked carefully

“I had a good time. It was nice to hang out with the girls but I’m just a little tired.” He nodded understandingly, Shoto had grabbed the packet of pocky and held it out to you in a silent offering. You giggled and accepted the offering, he nodded in approval when you took two of the strawberry flavored biscuits. You had joined their conversation about which pro hero had the best costume, a cup of tea was placed in front of you. Looking up, Iida offered you a small smile before sitting besides you and contributing to the discussion about All Might’s costume. You blew at the surface of the drink before taking a sip. It was black tea sweetened with just the right amount of honey and a bit of milk. You blushed at the fact that he remembered how you liked your tea. Too distracted in your thoughts, you nearly jumped out of your seat when Midoriya called you out.

“You agree with me (y/n), right?” Your eyes widened before you cleared your throat. Iida’s heart started to pound when he could see the mischief in your eyes.

“Well why are we even bothering to discuss All Might’s costume when Endeavor’s is clearly the best. Todoroki. Thoughts?” He had been friends with you long enough to know that you were just pulling his leg.

“Well, as much as I see your point. Why don’t we talk about how Kamui Woods has the worst costume.” Your jaw dropped.

“Okay now wait a second.” He knew that he was your favorite pro. “That’s a little much when someone like...”

Iida gave his 2 cents here and there but he enjoyed seeing you giggle and smile while joking with the other two. He couldn’t really explain why but his heart would pound harder any time you asked for his opinion or the butterflies in his stomach would go wild when you smiled.

Finally, the beach day came. Everyone had woken up bright and early to make sure everything was ready and loading everything onto the bus when it had arrived.

“IF YOU AREN’T IN THE BUS BY 9AM, WE WILL LEAVE YOU HERE! OH YEAH!” Aizawa cringed from beside Present Mic as he made that announcement. That meant that there was half an hour before you guys would leave. You nodded, amazed at the fact that you could hear your teacher while he was still outside. You finished packing your bag before getting changed into your swimsuit, standing in front of your mirror and scrutinizing your reflection. It was nothing to do with the swimsuit itself, Momo had done an amazing job. You were just...insecure. It was a one-piece with an opening at the stomach. It looked cute when you had seen it on the model online but on you, it seemed wrong. It made your thighs look like they were bulging out of the material and the pudgyness of your stomach seemed to be accentuated. Sighing, you pulled on your shorts and tank top before making your way out to the bus. Aizawa crossed your name off the list before you boarded and took a seat beside Ochako. Midoriya and Iida in the seats behind the two of you and Shoto and Tokoyami in the row in front.

Thankfully, the ride to the beach was only about an hour and a half long. Everyone unloaded the bus, as instructed by Iida. The beach was relatively empty so it gave you guys the abilities to claim a huge spot for the entire class. 1/3 of the class had instantly stripped down to their swimsuits and ran to the water. While the rest had set up the tent, some chairs, the volleyball net, or their personal umbrellas. You had offered to share yours with Tokoyami since it was big enough and he didnt seem too keen for on being in the sun too much. Even then, he had still peeled off his shirt and was sat on his towel in nothing but swim trunks as Dark Shadow had made an appearance and started to play with the sand.

You had sat down criss cross on your towel, book in hand. You had put it down from time to time to watch your classmates laughing and having fun. Midoriya had approached the two of you and asked if you guys had wanted to join their volleyball game. You had accepted the invitation but Tokoyami had politely declined. You were on a team whith Shoji, Shoto, Denki, and Shinso. Ochako, Midoriya, Iida, and Sero were on the other team. Mina, Tsuyu, Aoyama, and Momo were watching on the sidelines, cheering for both teams of course.

Halfway through the game and you all took a hydration break but you were starting to feel the heat. Quirks were allowed so with that and the fact that your quirk had to do with fire meant that your body ran warm.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” Shoji asked as he handed you a bottle of water. His question caught the attention of the others as they noticed that your cheeks were a bit more flushed than normal.

“Yeah, why don’t you change into your swimsuit?” Ochako asked, head tilted to the side.

“I-I have it on but well...” you sighed, deciding to be honest. “I’m just a little s-self conscious.” You looked away, slightly embarrassed as the words left your lips.

“Aww (y/n), no!! You’re super cute! Come one, I bet you look great!” Mina grinned encouragingly. “Plus, the girls have seen you pretty much naked before so there’s no need to be shy.”

“Mina!” There were calls of embarrassment from both the boys and the girls.

“You do have a point...” you mumbled to yourself. You walked off to the side and started to unbutton your shorts. All the boys had looked away to give you your privacy. (because they drink their respect women juice every morning)

“O-okay. D-done.” You nervously announced as you handed your clothes to Mina.

“See! I was right!”

“W-whoah! (Y/n), no disrespect but you look hot!” Denki smirked, nodding appreciatively. As the others had started to compliment you, no matter how hard Iida tried to restrain himself, he couldn’t stop his eyes running over your body. More specifically, your thighs. The way they slightly strained against the material of your bottoms made him blush. He couldn’t help but glance at them once the game had started. The way they flexed when you had gone to bump the ball or the slight jiggle they had when you ran for the ball. Don’t get me wrong, Iida likes you for you. Your personality, your kindness, and your intellect were very attractive to him but your body was a definite plus.

Your team had won the game and while Mina, Momo, and Tsu were congratulating you, Mina caught a glance at Iida. He had looked at you, eyes softened, and a blush on his cheeks before looking away.

“Ooh it looks like you’ve caught the eye of mister class rep.” She teased.

“W-what? Mina stop m-messing around like that.” You stuttered, her previous statement was making your heart want to burst.

“It’s true though! Don’t you have a thing for him too?”

“Well yeah but-“ you were cut off by her calling him over.

“Hey Iida! What do you think of (y/n)’s swimsuit? It’s nice right?” Oh how you wished the earth would split open and swallow you whole.

“Y-yes, I do. It’s very flattering (y/n).” His answer made your heart do somersaults. “May I o-offer some advice?”

“Oh uh yeah, sure.” You were a bit confused but wanted to see what we had to say.

“As a young hero, you work hard every day to get stronger and make sure you can be the best hero possible. You should be proud of your body because it’s the fruit of that hard work and well...because you look r-really beautiful. Regardless of what other people may say.” His sudden confession made your eyes widen but before you could respond, he had run off while shouting at Bakugo about the dangers of grilling without proper supervision.

Throughout the day, the girls teased you about your crush on the class rep. Currently, you were drying yourself off after having been in the ocean for a bit. You had wanted to confess to Iida. You had been slowly gathering the courage to do so, the other also helping hype you up.

“Hey uhm Iida. Would you maybe want to get a smoothie with me? From that place up the cove?” You were fiddling with your fingers.

“I would be glad to accompany you (y/n).”

So the two of you had gone off to get some smoothies. Chatting about trivial things as you waited. He had opted for an orange and carrot smoothie while you went for the simple mango smoothie.

“So uhm, before we go back. I h-have something to tell you...” he motioned for you to continue as he sipped at his smoothie. “Right. Well I just-well I...” you sighed, taking a calming deep breath before continuing. “I like you Iida, like uhm r-romantically. I have for a while now and I just thought I’d let you know.” He was silent, still sipping at his drink while processing your words.

“Well that’s a relief. I’ve been figuring it out over the passed couple of days but I have romantic feelings for you as well, (y/n). And seeing as the both of us seem to do relatively well in our normal studies and our hero studies, I could see that balancing a relationship with schoolwork should be relatively doable.” His words stunned you.

“Wait so does that mean-“ You really we’re at a loss for words.

“Yes. It means that I would like to pursue a relationship with you. As boyfriend and girlfriend.” The turn of events made you very giddy with happiness.

“C-could I hold your hand, Iida?” You asked nervously as the two of you walked back. He chuckled and nodded, taking your hand in his.

“I can do you one better.” He had leaned down, noses inches away. “If you’ll allow me to?” You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning forward to close the distance. Lips moving together, it was inexperienced but sweet and soft nonetheless. Both of you a blushing mess as you pulled away. The rest of the class cheering from a distance as they watched the exchange.

Later on that night, during the bonfire, the both of you sat next to each other. Having already changed into some sweats to protect yourself from the cold, he had let you wear his navy blue hoodie since you were still shivering. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around your waist, relaxing when you had moved closer and snuggled up to him. He watched with a soft gaze as you joked around with Shoto and the others and partaking in eating some s’mores. The way your cheeks puffed up as you gave him a tight lipped smile, mouth full of the concoction of gooey marshmallows and chopped made his chest feel fuzzy and warm.

Even as he held you close, as you nuzzled into his chest because the ghost story Tokoyami was telling was a little too scary for you, he still couldn’t believe that you had reciprocated his feelings. The girl that he had his heart set on since the second week of school was now his girlfriend. It was times like these that made him expect the unexpected.

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#tenya iida x reader #Iida x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #i wish i could cuddle with tenya at a beach bonfire :(

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pxedpiper · 4 years

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Horizon (18)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader (Kim Hongjoong x Reader)

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

Previous / Masterlist / Next

A/N: Me: yeah shouldn’t take too long to update ! Me, almost two months later; ,,,,, ANYWAY I KNOW IT’S BEEN A HOT MINUTE but there’s been a lot going on and writing hasn’t exactly been the biggest thing on my mind (plus nct 2020 happened and that’s all i’ve been able to think about) BUT i am back and plan on writing the next chapter as soon as possible so as to not take forever again!! If you’re still here, I hope you enjoy this chapter uwu

After the three of you had come up with a plan, all there was left to do was wait until morning when Reeves would let you out. As such, you had to find ways to entertain yourselves while waiting, so you took to filling San and Wooyoung in on what troubles you caused Reeves while they were trapped in the cell. Needless to say, Wooyoung most definitely approved.

“You dumped a glass of wine on his shirt?!” He asked, cackling as he imagined it in his mind, “How the hell did you manage to do that without him losing it?”

“He wanted to, no doubt,” You scoffed, “But he wouldn’t dare harm the princess, I suppose, so nothing wrong with using that to my advantage.”

“Still, that’s brilliant,” Wooyoung grinned, “You really have been giving him hell, haven’t you? We’ve taught you well.”

“How has he only just snapped at you tonight?” San brought up, amusement in his own voice, “I’d have expect him to lose it from the very beginning, the fact he made it this long is a miracle.”

“Well, I suppose slapping him was probably his breaking point,” You answered, thinking back to when he’d finally broken, “He must not like it when someone doesn’t obey his command, it’s almost like he forgot I’m in a higher position than him.”

“That’s because while on this ship, no one is,” Wooyoung snorted, “He thinks he’s king of the world, and I’m willing to bet that’s why he really wants to marry you; if he marries you, he’s in line for the throne.”

You shook your head, “No, it was pretty clear to me that my brother would be the one in charge, I’d never be in power. He is the older of the two of us, after all, it makes sense.”

“But what if something were to happen to your brother?” The gunner raised an eyebrow, “Would the power return to your parents in that case? What if something happens to them as well? Reeves isn’t above murder to get what he wants, and I doubt being royalty would be enough to stop him if the throne is what he wanted.” Wooyoung’s words sunk into your head as your mind whirled with the information given. As much as you hated your family, you would never wish death upon them, that wasn’t right- especially not to a man like Reeves. Even your brother, as terrible as he was, was still close to you once. The thought of him being murdered for a crown… Not to mention the thought of Reeves as a king was enough to make you shiver with fear.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath, “We need to do whatever we can to make sure that this ship never makes it to the kingdom. The one thing that cannot happen is Reeves becoming king, if that happens, no one wins.”

“Don’t have to tell us twice,” San scoffed, “We’ll have no issue giving that bastard exactly what he deserves. We just have to wait for Hongjoong and stick to Wooyoung’s plan. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

“Right,” You nodded, giving them a small smile, “It’s what Hongjoong does best, after all- save people. We’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“It’s cure how much praise you have for him,” Wooyoung smiled, seeming genuine for once instead of teasing, “A far cry from how you felt about him at first. He’s got a natural charm to him, one you can’t just help but like.”

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like him,” You replied, your smile turning fonder as you looked down, thinking of your captain before frowning, “I promised him I would never leave, and so soon after I already broke that promise. I hated the look on his face, how hurt he looked…”

“He knows you well enough by now to know you would’ve made that choice no matter what,” Wooyoung stated firmly, holding onto your shoulders, “He might not like it, but he probably knew that if you made the choice to let us die, it wouldn’t be like you. He’d rather have you as you are than someone you aren’t. Besides, he’s the same way; he would’ve given himself up for us in a heartbeat. You just managed to beat him to the punch.” Pausing a bit, he took a good look at your face before speaking carefully, “(Y/N), by chance, is the reason why you’re so distraught over breaking your promise to him because you… care about him?”

You looked up, confused, “Of course I care about him, I care about all of you, I thought I made that clear already?”

“No, that isn’t what I meant,” Wooyoung shook his head, “I meant like, in a different way than you do the rest of us-!”

“Are you in love with him?” San cut Wooyoung off, not wanting to see him try to find the right way to word things when he could just outright tell you. Wooyoung pouted at being interrupted, but as usual, was ignored.

You gaped at them, “W-What? In love with him?”

“You have to admit that you’re closer to him than the rest of us,” San pointed out, “There’s just this… connection you have with him that we don’t have with you. The others as well, they’ve all noticed it.”

“That’s just because we’ve met before!” You tried to explain, “I-I mean, neither of us remembers it, but Maddox said we have!”

“It’s more than that though,” Wooyoung pressed, “When Hongjoong was mad at you, you were practically like a kicked puppy, looking forlorn around the ship until he forgave you. Or how you immediately jumped in to fight Sweet the minute you saw Hongjoong in trouble, even though you were ridiculously outclassed-!”

“Hey, I held my own!” You argued, but were quickly ignored.

“That’s not to mention the many moments the two of you have had that you think we don’t know about-!” San continued before you cut him off again.

“Alright, that’s enough!” You almost shouted, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment, “Listen, I just… I’ve never thought about it before, and I haven’t exactly had much experience in feeling… love.” Even the word felt foreign to your tongue. “How am I supposed to know what I’m feeling is love if I’ve never felt it before?”

“Do you at least know if what you feel for him is stronger than what you feel for us?” San asked, looking at you with a soft, yet curious look on his face.

You sighed, “I don’t know, with you all, I feel like I finally have a proper family, like there won’t be any other people I’d ever be closer to. Literally, you’re the most important people in my life, that’s why I gave myself up for you.”

“And Hongjoong?” Wooyoung raised his eyebrow.

“Hongjoong… It’s a bit hard to describe,” You spoke slowly, trying to sort through your thoughts carefully, “It’s like… I’m instantly comforted whenever he’s nearby, he always knows exactly what to say. With him around, I feel like I can do anything, no matter how impossible it seems to be. He’s just so, so important to me, I don’t even know how to put it into words… I don’t really understand it myself, but I know that anything he’d ask of me, I’d do it, no questions asked.” You looked up at them, looking for answers, “Does that sound like love to you?”

“I think,” San said after a moment of silence, “That if that isn’t a description of love, I don’t know what is. But now isn’t the time to fret over things like that, we’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. We’d better rest up now, we’ll be needing our energy.” You nodded, laying down on the floor of the cell, turning your back to them as you were left alone to your thoughts. Do I love Hongjoong? You thought to yourself, thinking back on every moment you’d shared with your captain. However, you weren’t able to come up with a good conclusion, and in the end you simply fell asleep, leaving your own question unanswered.

You supposed you’d know when you saw him again.

“Quickly, follow me!” A young child’s voice rang out, running down a crowded alley, holding on tightly to the hand of a boy, just as young as she was, “We can’t let them catch us!”

“---, You’re going to get us in trouble!” Another voice, also a boy, sounded out from behind them, seemingly annoyed, “What are you thinking?!” For whatever reason, the name he had spoken was unintelligible.

“How am I supposed to just leave him, he’s all bloody!” The child, a girl, argued. “They would’ve beaten him until he died! He’s not that much younger than you, you know!”

“I-!” Using that argument, the other boy couldn’t seem to disagree, “Alright, fine! But when Mother and Father find out, it’ll be on your head!”

“That’s fine with me, now let’s go!” It was then the girl turned to the original boy, giving him a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you make it somewhere safe, alright? Just trust me. What’s your name?”

“My name is…”

Hongjoong gasped, waking up from the odd dream as he grasped onto his head, which was pounding as he struggled to remember the details. Why had that scene seemed so familiar?

“What in the hell was that?” He whispered to himself, before shaking it off and getting out of bed, “Never mind that. There are far more important things to be worrying about today other than a silly little dream.”

“Well?” Reeves looked at you expectantly, “Has your little adventure in the dungeon taught you your lesson?”

Playing the part of a perfectly obedient princess, you looked up at him with a grateful smile, “Oh, yes, I have. I apologize for my earlier behavior, I promise you I’ve learned. I won’t ever disobey you ever again, I swear on my title.”

Clearly pleased with your ‘apology’, Reeves smiled smugly, responding with, “Yes, well, I’m nothing if not merciful. I accept your apology, and you’re welcome to come back on deck if you so wish.” You almost gagged at hearing him call himself merciful, but held it in as to not raise suspicion. Wooyoung however, was not as successful, as you could hear a snort coming from his direction, but luckily Reeves didn’t pay it any mind.

“Yes, I would like to go back to my room now,” You kept up your act, “And to properly show my remorse, I’d like to join you for breakfast, if you wouldn’t mind. As a repayment for refusing your dinner invitation last night.”

Thinking over it a bit, he nodded, “Very well. I’ll allow you to your room to properly freshen up; no doubt staying a night with these heathens would make you feel as filthy as they are. Be sure to head straight to my quarters have your done, however; my men will be watching you to make sure.”

“Of course,” You agreed, keeping the smile on your face until you walked off to your room, letting it drop as soon as you were out of sight into a smirk. Back in the cell, hidden away from Reeves’s view, San and Wooyoung shared matching smirks of their own. So far, you had Reeves right where you wanted him.

Everything was going according to plan.

“I must say, it is rather surprising how quickly it took you to come around,” Reeves said, his words slurring slightly due to the amount of wine he had consumed so far, “I’d have thought it’d take weeks in the dungeon to break you, the way you were acting, one night seemed like wishful thinking!”

“Yes, well,” You tried your best to let your smile not seem like a grimace, “It didn’t take long for me to realize I’m meant to be safe in a palace, not stuck on some uncomfortable ship.” You refilled his glass, making it seem as natural as possible so as to not give away just how much you had been giving him. The plan was simple: get him drunk enough to knock him out, grab the keys and free San and Wooyoung, take control of the ship, and then wait for Hongjoong. Luckily for you, as it seemed Reeves was a lightweight, having gotten tipsy at only one glass of wine. Now he was on his fourth while you were still on your first, taking small sips so as to not impact your own judgement. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed yet, and at this point you doubted he would.

“Quite right. It’s a shame it took a night in the dungeon for you to realize that, but what your parents don’t know won’t hurt them. There’s no need to mention anything that happened while on this ship, now is there, Your Highness?” He looked at you expectantly, clearly expecting you to agree, an underlying threat in his eyes.

Unafraid, you smiled and nodded, “Of course. What happens here stays solely between us, Admiral. My parents will never hear a word of it.”

“Good, good. Wouldn’t be very good for me if I were to make my future in-laws angry with me before I even we’re even married,” He laughed, finding his own joke hilarious, though it really wasn’t that funny.

Still though, you giggled to appease him, “Yes, of course. They can be so temperamental sometimes, something like this would definitely set them off. Better to avoid the topic as much as possible once we meet them.”

“Naturally. Though, I am curious,” He leaned in, narrowing his eyes at you curiously, “How is it that you were willing to give up yourself up for some lousy pirates? No doubt they mistreated you heavily while you were in their ‘care’, if you could call it that. How kind you must be, to trade your life for theirs.”

You laughed nervously, unsure as to how to answer the question, when something in the small window caught your eye. There, you could see it now; it was The Utopia, sailing at full speed! San was right, they had made it just when he said they would! You couldn’t keep up the act once you saw it; you broke out into a huge grin, confusing Reeves, which caused him to look behind him to see what you were looking at. It only took him a second to realize what it was, sobering him up, but as he turned to yell out to the crew, you held a dinner knife to his throat.

“It’s over, Reeves,” You laughed, glad to finally drop the obedient act, “Hongjoong and the others will be here any moment. Just give me the keys to San and Wooyoung’s cell, and swear you’ll leave us alone, and you’ll get to live another day. But make even a peep, and I’ll slit your throat so fast you won’t even have time to realize you’re dying.”

Scoffing, Reeves merely responded, “You’re more of a fool than I thought if you think you can defeat me so easily. Don’t forget who has the upper hand while on this ship.” Elbowing you in the side, he clearly gave up on giving you special treatment as he grabbed onto you so you couldn’t escape, yelling out, “PIRATES! PREPARE TO BATTLE!”

Quickly, you stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the face before slashing at him with the knife, freeing yourself from his hold, “It’s no dagger, but it’ll have to do. I’m afraid you’re the one who underestimated me, Reeves. I haven’t spent all these months lounging around in a cell; I’ve gotten so much stronger than you think I have.”

“We’ll have to see about that,” Reeves smirked, confident in his own abilities and your inexperience to be able to win. Quickly, he rushed at you, trying to pin you to the table in order to subdue you, but you were to quick, rolling out of the way before trying to scan him to see where the keys to the cell were; seeing a shine of silver, you found them on his belt, running at him to be able to grab them. Of course, he wasn’t about to make it that easy, and he moved out the way before grabbing you by the hair and kneeing you in the stomach, making you cough up a bit of blood as you keeled over. “Look at you, you have a knife and you still can’t compare to me, someone who is completely unarmed! You have no chance, just give up now, before I decide to treat you to what your little friends had to endure.”

“That’s what you think,” You snarled before stabbing him in the leg, using the pain as a distraction to grab the keys while you were still level with them. Standing straight up, you held them up with a grin, jingling them for a bit before running off, quickly making your way to the dungeon as you heard him shout, “After her!”

Now being chased by Reeves men, you hurried as quickly as you could to the dungeon, quickly finding the right cell and moving to unlock it, “Quick, we have to hurry! I wasn’t able to knock Reeves out and now the whole ship’s gearing up for battle!”

“What happened?” San questioned as you tried to find the right key, “What’s going on?”

“Hongjoong’s made it,” You grinned up at him, finally managing to unlock the door, “Come on now, let’s go!” The three of you made your way up to the deck, trying to make it to the weapons so you’d be able to fight your way out, but unfortunately, there were far too many people for just the three of you. Before you knew it, you found yourself back to back with San and Wooyoung, surrounded by Reeves crew as they were armed and ready for a fight.

“Don’t forget, Your Highness,” Reeves spoke up, revealing himself from within the crowd, “I tried to show you mercy, but you refused to give in. What happens next is on your head, not mine.”

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, “That’s because after what happens next, your head won’t even be attached to your body, you rotten, festering, disgusting bilge rat!”

Laughing out of sheer relief, you grinned, “Hongjoong!”

There, standing on the banister of the ship, was your beloved captain, the Pirate King himself.

And he looked more determined than you ever saw him before.

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