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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning in and of itself. Cussing, obsession, masterbation (m & f), p in v (alluded to), Dark!Coriolanus, Young Politician!Coriolanus, Secretary!Reader

This one got away from me so it's a bit long. Whoops...

You're at your desk, logging into your computer to start the day whenever the door to the office opens and in walks your boss. Senator Coriolanus Snow. One of the youngest Head Gamemakers and Senators in the history of Panem. He's only 24 years old and he's already so successful.

Crazy, right?

Your older brother was in the same graduating class as him at the Academy. Rein was a slacker that wasn't in the top 24 while Coryo- uh Coriolanus- was the top student, won the Plinth prize, and even did a short stint as a Peacekeeper to serve the greater good of the country (like his father General Crassus Snow did before him) before attending the University as a double major in Political Science and Military Strategies. Oh and while attending the University he interned under Dr. Gaul, became an Assistant Gamemaker, and even became the Head Gamemaker himself when Dr. Gaul died in a tragic lab accident involving her mutts.

And he did all of that by age 20.

Age 20!

After graduating from the Academy, Rein was shoved into the Peacekeepers by your father, retired Colonel Javanis Halvir. Your brother was sent to 8 and he complained in all of his letters about it. Once he was eligible to take the Officer's Aptitude Exam, your father had ordered him to sign up. So, Rein took the test and became an officer. He got assigned to PK Base D-12.

And that's what your older brother accomplished by 20. Oh and he also knocked up a local barmaid from the Hobb, causing your father to have a stroke. Your mother found it very comical.

And then both of your parents told you that you needed to redeem the family name, blah blah blah, and pushed you to be the top student in the Academy. So, of course you ended up in the top 24. And you mentored a tribute, a 17 year old boy from 7, that won. He was very proficient with an ax. You didn't have to do too much mentoring, he basically just hacked everybody to bits…

But you still won the Plinth Prize anyways. And during the ceremony for the prize, instead of Strabo Plinth handing you over the Plinth Prize it was his heir instead.

Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow.

After handing you the prize he had asked you to have a glass of posca with him, causing your mother to glare angrily at the interaction. Your father on the other hand was ecstatic that Coryo-uh Coriolanus- wanted to talk to you. He served under General Snow in 12; thought that Coriolanus was a man cut from the same cloth as his father.

Anyways, once you and Coriolanus Snow got to talking he admitted that he was going into politics and would need a personal secretary; an assistant per say to help him with his day to day tasks such as scheduling meetings, etc. and much to your surprise, he offered you the job.

That was a couple of years ago.

So, yes, that's how you got your job. And you really liked your job. It wasn't that hard to do plus it made you feel important that such an accomplished and powerful man trusted you to manage his life.

If you only knew that Coriolanus, who's been insisting that you call him Coryo for roughly a year now, has been lusting after you since he saw you in a cute dress that hugged your body just right when he presented you the Plinth Prize 2 years ago. Also, your boss is a dark soul. A cold man. But he does have a soft spot for you.

And only for you.

Which is why he greets you with a wide, manic smile that makes the corners of his baby blues crinkle. “Good morning, Y/N.” The platinum blonde senator says while crossing the room, heading to your desk.

“Good morning, Senator Snow.” You politely smile, pulling up the excel document in order to print out the day's schedule for your boss. And talk about your boss, he's holding a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a tray of coffee along with a pastry bag in the other as he stops at your desk.

Coriolanus sets everything down, only to grab the vase on the corner of your desk and bring it over to the trash. All the while saying, “I brought you some fresh roses, courtesy of Grandma’am’s rooftop garden, to replace the wilted ones on your desk.”

The blonde politician did that every Monday for you. He brought fresh flowers for your office vase. A vase he gifted you for your one year work anniversary last year.

Dumping the contents of the vase out in the trash can, Coriolanus gestured to the coffees and brown paper bag on your desk, only to explain, “The barista at the coffee shop got my order wrong, so I had to do a second order, but since I already paid for the wrong order I figured I'd give it to you.”

“Oh, thank you, Coriolanus, Sir.” You simply smiled, grateful for the free coffee. You were going to put a pot on in the break room as soon as you printed out Snow's schedule, but getting an unexpected cup of coffee’s always nice.

Perhaps you'll pay it forward and treat him to coffee tomorrow. The gods know that you have his coffee order memorized.

It's black, just like his soul, with a couple of sugar packets. Not Splenda, not Sweet ‘n’ Low, not Truvia, but real sugar made from sugar cane grown down in 11. Oh and he always has a chocolate filled croissant too.

You also know his afternoon tea order by heart along with his dinner orders from a handful of takeout places he prefers. Hell, you even know his liquor order for after hours meetings. But it's your duty to know those things since, after all, you're his personal secretary.

Literally his right hand woman.

“Darling, how many times have I told you to, please, call me Coryo.” Your boss shook his head at you while bringing the empty vase to the nearby bathroom to fill up with water.

It must've been at least a hundred times by now, maybe more. But it felt weird to you calling your boss such a personal sounding nickname. You're both professional adults, if you call him by his name it should be Coriolanus. If not then you'll just refer to him as his title, since he's your boss.

“You know I can't call you Coryo, Coriolanus. It's not proper; you're my boss.” You remind the senator, who's dressed to the nines today in a perfectly tailored three piece black suit- complete with a white dress shirt and striped tie, as he walks out of the bathroom and back into your foyer office with the filled up vase in hand.

A vase that looked dwarfed by his large grip. “We've known each other for a couple of years now, darling. I'd like to think of us as being on friendly terms, wouldn't you?” Coriolanus asked, placing the vase down on your desk and arranging the flowers in them for you.

You clicked the print button on your computer, only to swivel your chair around to reach the ink jet printer behind you. “Yes, we're friendly, but you're still my boss.”

“And as your boss I'm now ordering you to call me Coryo.” He told you, pulling out the coffee that was yours, due to error, and setting it on your desk while you watched the printer spit out the paper with his daily schedule on it.

“Fine, I'll call you Coryo.” You gave in, grabbing the paper and swiveling back around to face your him.

“I got two croissants since I had to get my order remade, so it looks like you'll be getting one this morning, darling.” Coryo told you, opening up the paper bag and pulling out a pastry. He grabbed a napkin that was stuffed into the drink carrier and put it on your desk, next to your coffee, before depositing your croissant on it.

“Thank you.” You simply smile. Handing him over his schedule, you announce, “Here's your schedule for today.”

The platinum blonde gives you a closed lip smile and nods before stretching his hand out for the paper. “You've got a dinner meeting tonight at 7 o’clock sharp with a political sponsor.” You reminded him, your fingertips brushing, while he grabs the outstretched paper from you.

Briefly glancing over the paper in his hand, he asked, “Would you like to go with me?”

“What?”

“Dinner at 7 o’clock sharp. Would you like to go with me?”

Shaking your head, you politely decline his offer. “Oh no, I'm sorry, Coryo, Sir, but I can't go.”

“Why not? Got a boyfriend or something occupying your time?” The senator sharply asks, his baritone heavy with a tingle of jealousy.

Coriolanus prayed to every God he never believed in that you're single. If not, well he's going to go whack some unlucky bastard to free you up to be his girl. He's decided that he's tired of pinning over you; stalking you.

Coryo's ready to take things to the next level. He's ready to fucking corrupt you; make you his forever. He's going to be announcing his bid for the presidential runoff, the first step in becoming one of two candidates to face off for the presidency, and it's time for him to get into a relationship.

A public relationship.

And you're perfect for that. Coriolanus knows, without a doubt, that you'll make a perfect First Lady. That your beauty and slight innocence will be the perfect contrast to his cold, stoic, but regal stature. That you're a perfect fit for him.

Plus he's getting tired of paying for whores. Whores that he has to keep disposing of so that they can't blackmail him about his sexual appetite. Coriolanus prides himself of being from one of the founding families of Panem, from the Old Guard. He even runs on the Old Guard ticket; he can't have some disgruntled whore tarnishing his reputation.

It'd be much cheaper and easier to just get you into bed; fuck you in all the ways that he likes.

But he also has a soft spot for you. Coryo likes you. Okay, that's a lie. He's obsessed with you in such a dark, sick way that if he sees a man smile at you or get too close to you then he's killing that man. Yea, Senator Snow’s in love with you, or at least in his head he's in love with you.

It's more like an obsession.

“No.” You shook your head. “I don't have a boyfriend.” Well, you had an on-again, off-again thing going on with your neighbor across the hall from you, but since it's currently off Coryo doesn't need to know about that.

Coriolanus swore that he heard the heavens singing hymns upon hearing that you're single. Yes, now’s the perfect time for him to make you his.

“Then I'll have my driver pick you up for dinner tonight. Wear something nice.”

Once again, you decline him invitation. “You're my boss, I'm sorry, but I can't go with you tonight.”

Usually Coriolanus appreciates your professionalism and dedication to your job, but right now he loathes it. Why can't you just accept that he's taking you to his dinner meeting tonight. That he's showing you off on his arm for the entire Capitol to see.

Leaning against your desk, he gives you a piercing look with his icy eyes and tells you, “It's a very important business dinner with a political sponsor, Y/N, and you're my assistant.” A calculating look crosses the politician's face as he adds in, “It's actually, you might say, very vital that you attend dinner with me tonight.”

Well…

When he puts it that way.

“Okay, I'll go to dinner with you tonight.” You relent, causing a smug grin to appear on Coryo's face.

“Good.” Coryo grins, making his face light up like sunshine, as he grabs his coffee and pastry bag. “Since dinner's at 7, I'll have my driver pick you up at 6:45. That'll leave a 15 minute window to get to the restaurant.” The platinum blonde told you the plan before pivoting on his heel and striding over to his office. Pausing at his door, with his large hand hovering over the knob, he looked over his shoulder and told you, “Wear either a red or black dress, but preferably red.”, before opening up the door and disappearing inside of his office.

Oh, how did you get into this mess?

Coriolanus sat at his mahogany desk, going over documents for various bills that he could either sponsor or just straight up deny. Honestly, most of the shit that got dumped on his desk he denied. If it didn't pertain to the Capitol and the Capitolites then he just shoved the document in his shredder and made a note to vote no, well in the Senate it was ‘nah’, on it.

And Senator Snow was notorious for voting nah on everything.

As he sat in his office going over mindless matters, he couldn't help but wonder about what you'd look like all dolled up for dinner tonight. He knew that you had a few nice cocktail dresses to pick from, but the mystery of whether you'd listen to him and wear something black or preferably red versus another color altogether made his head spin a mile a minute. He hopes that you're a good little secretary and listen to him about the dress.

But what he really can't help fantasizing about is what you'll be wearing underneath your dress. He can't help picturing you in a bra and panty set that hugs your body in the right ways. The senator's daydreaming about delicate lace molded against your most private parts, that are hidden away only for your lover to see.

And just thinking about becoming your lover, stripping you out of not just your dress, but your soft, delicate lingerie has his pants growing tighter. So tight, in fact, that it was downright uncomfortable.

Letting out a barely audible groan, the platinum blonde stood up from his desk and went over to his door. For just a moment, he leaned his forehead against it and debated on whether or not to call you into his office; have you on your knees underneath his desk for him. But then he decided against it; locked his door instead and went over to his desk chair to take care of himself.

You're not some district whore, you deserve to be properly wined and dined first before he has you on your knees for him- choking on his cock with tears and mascara messily running down your cheeks.

Oh, just the thought of you with your pretty mouth around his large cock had said cock twitching in his pants.

Quickly, Coriolanus makes his way over to the small sofa that's in the corner of his office. He makes quick work of undoing his belt, only to tug his pants and boxer briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free before sitting on the sofa. Spitting in his hand, he leans back into the sofa and wraps his large hand around his cock.

He feels his dick throbbing angrily in his cold hand while sliding his thumb over his tip’s leaky slit. The platinum blonde bites back a moan, and closes his eyes- pretending that it's your hand wrapped around his shaft and your thumb teasing his cockhead. Fuck, how he craves your touch. Using his thumb to spread precum over his tip and down the length of his dick, he started to move his fist up and down in measured glides.

Coriolanus knows he should just rub one out as quick as possible since he's at work, but the fact that you- the object of all his fantasies- is right outside won't let him. Being in such close proximity to you feeds his fantasies and he has to have a proper handjob session.

Coriolanus has to indulge in the make believe notion that you're the one pumping his cock up and down, twisting your wrist slightly every now and then. That it's you playing with his cum heavy balls, making his toes curl in his socks and black floor shines, as the fist around his cock starts to slightly pick up pace.

Gods, he's getting lost in his fantasy of you pleasuring him with your hands, hell even your mouth- that he's sure will be aching from his cock unhinging your jaw when you suck him off- that the loud ringing of his office phone startles him.

“Goddamnit! Can't I fuck my fist in peace?” Coriolanus grumbled.

He's angry that his fantasy was broken; that he has to fist his cock faster than he wanted to.

The phone continued to ring off the hook as he furiously moved his hand up and down his dick. He bit his lip and bucked his hips, spurting his cum into his left hand. The one that he was using on his balls before the damn phone started ringing like crazy.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, he grabbed a few tissues from the box on the side table next to him and wiped off his hand. Standing up to right his boxer briefs and pants, he heard your heels echo down the hall. Great, just great, now you're on your way to his office because the phone’s ringing off the hook.

Quickly, Coriolanus tosses the tissues into the wastebin. Rushing to his desk, he grabs the phone, only to slam it down. Hard.

Hey, he made the excessive ringing stop. Whoever called should just stick to the after 3 rings, hang up and try again later rule. Coriolanus has more important things to do than listen to a phone ring endlessly.

More important things: like jacking off to daydreams and fantasies about his secretary.

His secretary that's knocking on his door and asking him if he's alright.

“I'm fine, my darling.” Coriolanus called out to you while crossing his office. He unlocked his door and opened it, only to give you a manipulative smile while feeding you the bullshit lie of, “I just zoned out reading a grant proposal and didn't realize the phone was ringing.”

“Are you sure you're alright?” You asked, only to follow it up with the offer of, “I can always read some of those grant proposals and take notes on them for you, if you want. That way you won't get so bored to death reading them that you miss important phone calls.”

“You'd do that, for me?” Coriolanus asked, feeling a bit touched by your offer. Oh, how he thinks you're an absolute sweetheart.

A perfect angel sent to him from the Lord above. And he's your golden angel too.

Lucifer, that is.

“Of course, Coryo. It's my job to help you with paperwork.”

And before another word could be shared between you two, his phone started ringing. Again.

“Oh, I'll leave you to your call. Just put whatever you want me to read for you on my desk later.”

“I will, darling.” Coriolanus smiles at you, watching you walk away before closing his door.

Storming over to his phone, he sees that the video option light is blinking. Sitting down, he answered the phone and pressed the button to turn on his video call screen. As soon as the face of the half-assed idiot that was one of the Junior Gamemakers appeared on the screen he immediately felt a migraine coming on.

“Senator Snow, are you neglecting Head Gamemaker duties in favor of politics? You never answered my call.” The redhead man with a bad combover had the audacity to tell his boss via the phone screen.

Poor soul must not value his life…

“There’s 3 fucking months before the games, that I'm designing, so there's no damn reason for you to call me and let the phone ring off the hook. Are you incompetent? If you had the common sense that God gave a mule the. You'd know I was busy with other matters and couldn't answer your ridiculous call.” Coriolanus seethed in a long winded rant. His veins were protruding from his pale neck; a red vein was angrily popping in his forehead too. But it was his eyes that held so much hate in their icy orbs.

The man on the phone screen, despite being a few years older then Senator Snow, was a complete incompetent idiot in Coriolanus' opinion. Age certainly didn't make him any wiser.

“I'm a very busy man; next time you pester me I'll have you thrown into a tank full of rabid mutts.” Coriolanus promised the Junior Gamemaker before hanging up, hard, on him.

Coriolanus pinches the bridge of his nose and slumps into his overstuffed leather office chair. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubs his temples and tries to calm down by daydreaming about dinner with you tonight.

Your day went on as it usually does. You took calls and made appointments for Senator Snow. You also read and typed up some cliff notes for a few bills that Coryo left for you before he took off for lunch. He didn't say where he was going and you didn't ask.

When he came back from a power lunch, you knew he went somewhere for drinks cause you could smell a hint of whiskey radiating from his pores, he greeted you with a simple thin lipped smile and placed a container of food on your desk. He didn't tell you to take your lunch break, but the way he wordlessly moved his baby blues between you and the doggie bag he just dumped on your desk was more than enough to give you a hint that he wanted you to eat. So, you simply thanked him, before handing him some notes and taking the food he got you to the break room.

After lunch, the remainder of your day was mundane. Or at least it was until Coryo emerged from his office and strutted over to your desk. You didn't pay him any mind, figuring that he prolly just wanted the other bills back along with the notes you just finished up on them. So, when he perches himself on the corner of your desk, all the while suggesting, “Darling, why don't you leave early. You can pamper yourself with, say, a rosewater bubble bath before tonight's dinner. Yea?”, you're taken aback.

You're in total shock.

Your nose scrunched up, reminding Coriolanus of a little bunny rabbit, as you asked incredulously, “Excuse me, Senator Snow? You're sending me home early?” Softly, you trailed off, “To take a bubble bath…”, while tilting up a baffled arched eyebrow.

“A rosewater bubble bath.” The regal platinum man corrected with a long finger high up in the air. Leaning slightly, so that he towers over you as you sit behind your desk (and gets a nice little peek down your v-neck blouse at your modest cleavage), he tells you, “You're such a dedicated employee; I think you deserve to go home early and pamper yourself before I drag you out to a dinner with my potential political sponsor.”

And what he wasn't telling you was that Mr. Feathersworth was bringing his mistress along. Oh yea… So, technically, it's a couples dinner.

Really? He wants you to relax and pamper yourself before a dinner full of political talk? Wow. You weren't expecting that from your boss.

“My bath and beauty products are actually rose-vanilla scented, Coryo, not rosewater.” You told him, before you could even think better of it.

A smirk appears on Coryo's face and desire briefly flashed in his cerulean eyes. The imposing man favored roses; in fact it was his signature, so that fact that you used rose-vanilla scented bath and beauty products had his cold, black heart beating with warmth, life, and daresay love for you.

“Darling, you deserve to pamper yourself in that rose-vanilla bubble bath. We'll be in for quite a long evening; you don't want to be tense beforehand, now so you?”

Well…

When he puts it that way.

Sighing slightly, you gave in with, “Fine, I'll leave early and pamper myself with a bubble bath.”

“Rose-vanilla bubble bath.” Coriolanus corrected with a ghost of a smile tracing his lush lips. Patting your cheek, he tells you, “Go ahead and go, darling. I'll be fine here for a few more hours.”, before pushing himself off of your desk.

“Thank you. I'll see you later for that political dinner.” You genuinely smiled, grabbing your bag out from under your desk and shouldering it before standing up.

“Remember, my driver will be by at 6:45 sharp.”

“Oh, that's right. You need-” You began, intending to give Senator Snow your address, only to be cut off by a raised hand. “I have your address in my employee files, Y/N.” His baritone hung thickly in the air like honey stuck on a honeycomb; slowly dripping down, as he ordered, “Go home and pamper yourself; get all dolled up in something red, my darling rose.”

As you sat neck deep in your tub, surrounded by bubbles, thoughts of your boss floated around your head. You never really thought much about him, or at least you didn't til now. Yes, you always thought that he was easy on the eyes- platinum hair (you always secretly wondered if the carpet matches the drapes), striking crystal blue eyes, a prominent nose, sharp jawline, tall and lanky build. But you never truly fixated your attention on his looks, or at least until now that is.

You can't explain it, but the interaction you had with him before leaving the office had your blood racing. You're flustered with dirty thoughts. Things that you've never truly let yourself imagine about Senator Coriolanus Snow.

But now…

Well, now you find yourself closing your eyes and thinking about your boss while relaxing in your bath; trailing hand over your breasts while your other hand’s rubbing your clit; dipping two fingers in and out of your pussy.

It's best to get this out of your system now, before you're stuck going to dinner with him tonight.

“Coriolanus, I was expecting your driver to pick me up.” You gasp, hand tightly gripping the doorknob of your open door, as you're shocked by the sight of the tall platinum blonde standing in front of you- dressed impeccably in a deep crimson suit with a single red rose in his hand.

“Bentley drove me here.” Coriolanus informed you. “Now, what sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk up to your door to get you our dinner date?” He smirks, offering you the rose.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Dinner date…but I thought this was a professional dinner with a potential political backer, Senator Snow.” You tell him as you shakily take the offered rose from his large, outstretched hand.

“Yes, well, my darling, Mr. Feathersworth informed me that he's bringing along his mistress to Mizuna’s so I don't see why we can't mix some business with pleasure as well.”

Before you could utter a word, the door right across the hall and behind Coriolanus opened; out walked your on-off neighbor ex. Bastard was dressed like he's going out somewhere (or going out with someone). His sea-green eyes look over at you and lock Coriolanus back a bit curiously: portraying that he can't believe you're all dolled up and going out with someone so regal looking.

Deciding that you didn't like the look on your ex’s face, you put your hand on Coriolanus' label and press a quick kiss to his lips before telling him, “Let me put up this rose, Coryo, and then you can take me on our date.”

Coryo grabbed your face in one of his hands and kissed you again, this time his lips searing and hungry, before running his hand over your cheekbone and darkly smirking, “You can just take it along with us, darling. I'm taking you home with me tonight; it'd be such a shame for you to leave your rose alone on a side table all night.”

“You're taking me home with you?” You asked, finding this information entirely new to you.

At least your bronze haired ex wasn't standing behind Coryo; gawking at you anymore.

Pulling you out of your apartment and locking your doorknob, only to slam the door shut, he bluntly tells you, “I’d be a fool not to, Y/N, and, frankly, I'm anything, but a fool.” Coryo smoothly tell you while leading you down the hallway; towards the elevator bank.

And of course when you reach the elevator your ex is just stepping into it. Great, now you're going to be riding in an elevator with your on-off neighbor ex and your boss/sudden new fling.

Oh boy…

“After you, darling.” Coryo sweetly tells you, guiding you into the metal box while following right behind you.

You feel your ex’s eyes on you, burning a hole into the side of your face, as Coriolanus hits the buttons to both close the door and go to the lobby.

“Should've known you'd be cozy with Senator Snow, considering you're his personal secretary.” Flew out of your ex’s mouth as soon as he saw Coryo's large hand come to rest on the small of your back.

“Odysseus…” You chastise, nearly hissing at him.

Coriolanus snapped his head around so fast, it was as if it was going to spin off exorcist style, and narrowed his eyes at the bronze haired man next to you. “I can have you turned into an Avox for slander against Miss Y/N, so I’d mind that useless tongue of yours if I were you.”

“Coryo, calm down. My neighbor-”

“Ex” Odysseus supplied at the same time you uttered the word neighbor, causing Coriolanus’ face to turn into hardened stone.

“She doesn't belong to you anymore, Odysseus. My darling seems to have gotten tired of settling for beans and has upgraded to the filet mignon.” The senator told your ex in a smooth, but eerily cold tone. “You ought to consider yourself lucky that I won't be calling for your tongue, but I'm sure I'm we can agree to you not bothering my sweet girl anymore, can't we, Mister-”

“Odair. Name's Odysseus Odair, Senator Snow.” Your ex shot out, his voice fake and sugary, as he played with fire.

Snow melts, but fish fry. And unfortunately for Odysseus Odair he'd learn that the hard way after Senator Coriolanus Snow gets him exhiled to District 4 for the crimes of slander. Coriolanus' cold ass gives Poseidon Odair, Odysseus’ father, an ultimatum- either sign over his assets, investments, and company over to him and go into exhiled on 4 with his son or his son would be turned into an Avox for slander against you, the senator's personal secretary and girlfriend.

Coriolanus Snow was a cold ass to everyone except for you. Something that you'd come to discover in time. But right now it's not important.

No, right now what's important is keeping the senator from tearing your ex apart limb by limb.

Sensing that Coryo was starting to unravel (something that you've never seen and, frankly, didn't want to) you rubbed his shoulder while telling him, “Coryo, please, just let it go. You don't want to be in a bad mood before dinner with your political backer, do you?”

Coriolanus’ jaw twitched for a moment before he gave you a slight smile, “Of course, darling.”

Odysseus found Senator Snow's demanear changing into sweet and loving for you at the drop of a hat very alarming. Honestly, he thought it was downright scary that Snow went from menacing one minute to practically cooing at you the next.

As soon as the elevator came to a stop and the doors dinged open, your ex practically ran out of them. It made Coryo chuckle.

You and Coryo walked out of the elevator together, only to cross the lobby and head out of the building towards his car. His driver, Bentley, was standing by the black luxury sedan that was parked in front of the curb. Upon seeing you with the senator, he quickly opened the back door. You thanked him and let Coryo help you into the backseat.

“Oh, darling, I'm so sorry for not telling you earlier, but you look truly beautiful in your red dress.” Coryo told you, once he was settled in the back seat next to you.

“Thank you, Coryo. You look handsome yourself.” You replied with a smile as the driver took his place behind the wheel and pull the car away from your building.

“And tonight we'll make quite the debate as a stunning political couple.” The platinum blonde confidently told you as you rode to the high end restaurant the meeting with major political endorser Mr. Feathersworth, and his mistress, was taking place at.

Tonight is only the first of many spent at Coryo's side. It's safe to say that you're Senator Snow's darling sectary; that he has a soft spot for you. After all, he charmed you into becoming his girlfriend with the guise of attending a political dinner with him for work related purposes.

But you'd accept that dinner invitation again and again no matter what universe you're in because that dinner ended with Coryo fucking you in the backseat of his car. The poor driver nearly drove the car off a bridge and into the opposite lane of traffic he was so startled by what his boss and you were doing. Yes, the two of you still were clothed (for the most part) but Bentley knew that if he looked into the rearview mirror and saw something he wasn't supposed to then Snow would have his eyeballs pickled in a jar (literally!). And after fucking in the backseat of his car, a life was created with Coryo and you never left his side.

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♡︎ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

♡︎ 𝑪𝑾: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

♡︎ "__" 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

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♡︎ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 4 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆

He never forgets.

You sighed, tired and frustrated with this cliche ass situation you found yourself in.

Like every Lifetime movie gone wrong, here you sat in the kitchen of your home, previously lit candles now extinguished, lovingly cooked meal gone cold on the table before you.

It was you and Miguel’s third anniversary. And, unfortunately, it seemed he had forgotten.

He’s not here.

Initially, when you realized just how late it was getting, you tried to be sensible about what could possibly have happened. A part of you even started to panic, given that you hadn’t heard from him and when you’d spoken to him last, he’d been preparing to go do his usual patrols and surveillance of the city.

You worried that perhaps he’d gotten hurt, or worse.

But then you remembered who you were talking about and that worry quickly diminished.

Miguel wasn’t invincible but he was damn close, and the usual thugs he encountered were no match for him and his determination backed super strength.

Sighing a breath of relief, you then contemplated the remaining possibilities.

��Maybe it’s a work thing, he’s spent plenty of late nights there or in the lab before.’

Your mind seemed most comfortable with this speculation, and so you released the issue, instead focusing on maintaining a positive attitude for when Miguel eventually arrived.

Except that nine became ten, ten became eleven, eleven became midnight and you realized with a heavy heart that your husband had indeed forgotten your anniversary.

Glancing at the clock, and seeing that it read 12:22, you stood from the dining room table, beginning the process of cleaning up and packing away the leftover food and needlessly dirtied dishes.

You would wash them later on in the day.

Once that was finished, you began making your way to your bedroom, removing your jewelry and heels along the way. Entering the room, you put everything back in its proper place, slipping out of your dress and putting on a more comfortable pajama set.

You momentarily considered putting on one of Miguel’s shirts for comfort, but rather quickly abandoned the idea.

You were preparing to slip under the covers when you heard the telltale beeping from the front door. It opened a little more noisily than was probably appropriate given the time of night it was, but it closed much more softly.

You didn’t immediately hear any footsteps sound, which struck you as a little odd, so against your better judgement, you called out a soft, “Gigi?”

Almost immediately after, you could hear rustling and the beginning of steps up the stairs. After a few seconds, your bedroom door began to creep open, and a dull red eye peeked through the gap.

For whatever reason, Miguel stayed that way for some moments, and it was beginning to creep you out. Thankfully, he eventually eased the door open the rest of the way, and slipped into the room.

You could see he held a large bouquet of many different kinds of flowers. From what you could make out, there were blue hyacinths, Lily of the Valley, pink roses and white orchids.

All different flowers meant to convey the same message.

“I’m sorry.”

Miguel’s voice was low, and a tad raspier than it normally was. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or what, but alarm bells sounded in your brain nevertheless.

Which was…strange.

Miguel wouldn’t make eye contact with you, instead staring down at the flowers he appeared to be subconsciously clutching tightly against his chest.

“I know, Miguel. So am I.”

His head shot up at that, and he leveled you with a quizzical stare.

“What?”

You lifted a hand, gesturing for the flowers and to your en suite.

“You’re sorry you forgot and so am I. Now please, it’s late, I’m very tired and I would appreciate it if you would just get cleaned up so we could go to bed.”

He continued to stare at you confusedly, even as he inched forward to offer you the flowers. Standing still momentarily, he placed a tentative kiss on your forehead, missing the way you rolled your eyes.

Pulling away, he turns and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. You hear some rustling, and a few moments later, you hear the water begin to run.

Sighing, you take a seat on the bed, throat tightening as you feel tears threaten to spill. Though it’s only been a short time, and though you’ll never cease to feel silly for it, you’ve come to a conclusion.

‘Miguel’s having an affair.’

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It takes around 30 minutes, but by the time Miguel’s finished, you’ve already drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless slumber.

Miguel emerges from the bathroom clad in only a towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Upon noticing that you’re apparently asleep, he tries to be more quiet as he maneuvers around your bedroom, opening and closing drawers much more softly than he normally would.

As he moves, his mind reels.

‘She seemed pissed. And worse than that, she seemed fed up. Could-...does she know?’

Almost immediately, Miguel shakes the thought from his mind.

‘No, she doesn’t. She can’t.’

Miguel refuses to think about the possibility anymore, and refuses to acknowledge the thoughts as they race through his mind all the way up until he falls asleep.

And that includes pointedly ignoring the dried tear streaks decorating your cheeks.

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When you awake, you’re surprised to find Miguel still in bed with you.

A quick glance at the clock tells you that it’s almost 10:30, much later than either of you would normally ever stay in bed, but especially your husband, who’s been an early riser for as long as you’ve known him.

You look over to him, and watch the slow, steady rise and fall of his bare chest as he continues sleeping.

Even as exhausted as you are, you can’t deny that your husband is gorgeous. From his chiseled cheeks and sharp jaw, to the tussle of chestnut hair sitting atop his head and his plump, perpetually pouting lips, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of the man before you.

You wonder what’s got him so tired.

‘Probably entertaining that bitch.’

The bitter thought sears a jagged line through your consciousness, causing your face to unwittingly curl up into an angry snarl.

You have half a mind to suffocate the sleeping bastard with your pillow, but the thought is interrupted as he begins stirring awake.

Miguel is mumbling something unintelligible as he smacks his lips, grimacing as he begins to stretch and yawn. The popping sound his back makes is sharp, and he sighs, relaxing back into the bed.

Finally, he opens his eyes, red orbs searching around the room until they land on you.

A pleasant smile lifts the corners of his mouth upward, and he opens his mouth to greet you.

“Buenos dias, mi corazón. Did you sleep well?”

You’re unable to stop the scoffing noise that makes its way out of your throat. He has quite the gall, lilting such pleasantries after he forgot about your anniversary and tried to apologize with a shitty bouquet of flowers. Now he wants to pretend that everything is just alright?

You’re becoming so angry you’ve started to shake, and upon noticing this and your expression, which has morphed into a searing glare, Miguel frowns, sitting up quickly and moving to put a hand on your thigh, which you quickly swat away.

“Cariño? What’s the matter?”

You continue to glare at your husband for a few seconds more, before silently standing from the bed and quickly making your way downstairs.

“__!” Miguel calls after you, but you refuse to answer.

You can soon hear him shuffling out of the bed and making his way down the stairs after you, but you don’t care. Sure, you’ve got your speculations about what could possibly have caused your husband to forget your anniversary, but you want more solid proof before you lash out.

Taking a couple deep breaths, you brace yourself on the kitchen counter, turning just in time to see Miguel reach the bottom step.

He watches you with a worried expression, lips pouted and soft eyes wide.

“__? Are you ok? You were shaking a minute ago.”

He approaches you tentatively, almost as if he can sense the inner turmoil within you and knows that it’s because of him.

You simply watch him as he comes closer, trying to keep your breathing and your mouth in check.

“Baby?”

Taking one last deep breath, you push yourself up from the counter, moving over to the refrigerator and opening its door, absently rummaging through its contents to find something to eat.

Behind you, you can hear Miguel sigh, and after a moment you feel his presence beside you.

“__, if something’s wrong, you know you can tell me right? I’m right here for you.”

On reflex, you slam the refrigerator door shut, a pitcher of orange juice clutched tightly in your hand. You speedily sit it on the countertop, trying again to get your breathing in check.

“__, this isn’t funny. The silent treat-...”

“Where were you last night, Miguel?”

You spin quickly, now facing your husband, who appears stunned. His eyes are wide, but this time you can find a trace of desperation and something that looks suspiciously like fear lurking within their bloodred depths.

“W-...I-I was at the lab.”

“And where else?”

You’re slightly surprised by how firm your voice sounds. You’re also able to maintain steady eye contact with your husband, who looks increasingly uncomfortable by the second.

“Doing patrols. Got into a scuffle with a couple criminals. Look __, if…if this is about me missing our anniversary I’m really-”

“You’re sorry, I know Miguel.” Your smile is sardonic, and you once again turn your back to your husband, beginning to pour yourself a glass of juice and taking a small sip.

“You could have at least called.” You speak, and you can see Miguel perk up out of your periphery, but then deflate again at your words.

“You’re right. I-...I’m sorry.”

It’s silent between you for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the birds chirping and your quiet sips can be heard.

Your glass is finished by the time either of you speaks again, and you work to pour yourself another.

“Tell me Gigi.” The man really brightens at the sound of his special nickname. It’s short lived however, because of the words that follow.

“If you had to choose between saving me, and saving everyone else, which would you choose?” You manage to keep your expression flat, and the air around you both seemingly stills as Miguel’s breath audibly hitches.

“I-...” His mouth opens then closes, and he seems to flounder for a satisfactory answer.

“I would…would save you both, of course.” You’ve never really known your husband to stutter so much before.

“That isn’t one of the options I gave you. I said you had to choose between us. So, choose.”

The silence returns, much heavier this time. It lingers for many seconds, and by the tenth you know he’s already chosen his answer.

“You know I can’t do that __.”

The glass you're holding cracks as it hits the marble of your countertop.

“Why the fuck not Miguel?! Why can’t you choose me over everything else for fucking once?!” You’ve spun around to face him once more, one hand perched on your hip. Your eyes have widened with anger, brows deeply furrowed and breath heavy.

Miguel sighs, shaking his head.

“We’ve had this conversation before, __. I have a responsibility. You said you understood!” You can sense Miguel becoming angry himself, which only serves to make you more livid.

“I am your wife, Miguel. The supposed “love of your life,” remember. There ought not be this turmoil about prioritising me. You couldn’t even be there for our anniversary. I don’t ask for much from you, ever. Never have. I just ask that when the time comes, you would show up, like you promised.”

Now you’ve gotten up in his face, expression still severe. He watches you with pinched brows, jaw set tight.

“I was there, Miguel. All those nights, patching you up and scolding you for being a reckless idiot. I was there, comforting you when you failed to save someone, reassuring you when you were losing hope. I’m not saying you ought to choose me out of obligation, but out of love. The same love that I’ve given you unconditionally, the same love that I want returned.”

You stare each other down for nearly a minute, you searching Miguel’s eyes for any sense of understanding.

You find little.

“You’re right, __. You were right there, all those times I made mistakes and had to rectify them. You were my backbone, my support when I had none. But you were also there when I explained how serious this responsibility is to me, and not just to me, but for everyone. You know how selfish I used to be, and I refuse to let my selfishness cost people their lives.”

You scoff out a laugh at his words, unbelieving in the moment that he’s actually being serious.

“So let me get this straight Miguel. You want me to understand that if it came down to it, you would sacrifice me for innumerable other random people, all because it’s your “responsibility”?” You use air quotes, your expression slightly mocking as you stare up at the larger man.

He frowns, breathing once heavily through his nose.

“I want you to be less selfish, __. I thought you understood that when the time came, I would do what needed to be done.”

“Of course I don’t fucking understand that! You said you loved me! I’m supposed to believe you would give up someone you love for a bunch of people you don’t?!” You’re exasperated now, and can feel the tears beginning to build up in your eyes.

Why can’t Miguel seem to look past his “duty” and see what’s right in front of him? Is he…is he trying to push you away?

‘He’s pushing you away so he can feel less bad about pursuing that tramp.’

The thought leaves a shiver down your spine, and you can feel red hot anger bloom as heat all over your body.

“That’s precisely what it means to be a hero, __!” The color in Miguel’s eyes has begun to swirl with his building anger.

“No, Miguel. Sacrificing the people you love for people who wouldn’t even know to appreciate the gesture isn’t heroism.” You look him in the eyes, leaning up close until your noses nearly brush. “It’s foolishness. And it seems you’re the biggest fool of them all.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, the crimson of them shooting scarlet. His breathing immediately picks up, and his hands begin rhythmically clenching by his sides.

“Y-...you-...”

Without finishing his sentence, Miguel turns on his heel and storms up the stairs to the second floor, slamming your bedroom door.

You wait a few moments, before collapsing into a dining chair, hands in your face as you quietly sob.

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You’ve since stopped crying and began making lunch when you hear Miguel stomping down to the first floor. You turn to watch him, who has since become fully clothed, as he heads to the entryway, slipping on his jacket.

“Where are you going,” you call out, averting your eyes for just a moment from the sizzling pan in front of you.

“To the lab,” your husband replies without looking up from slipping on his shoes.

“Why? It’s,” you glance up at the clock, “12 o’clock and you haven’t eaten.”

“It’s fine, I’ll find something myself.” Miguel’s words are curt, his tone clipped.

You contemplate pressing the matter, but decide against it, figuring if Miguel wants to run away like a petty child, then that’s exactly what you’ll let him do.

You hear the door slam, and it makes you only slightly flinch.

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You don’t see Miguel for the rest of the day.

You’ve cooked, ate, straightened up, showered and spent the majority of the day passing time scrolling through social media and catching up on shows and movies you’ve wanted to see.

It’s 9:30, and you’re in the middle of a yawn when the first message comes.

It’s from an unknown sender, and it’s a zip file.

You’re very hesitant to open it at first, becoming immediately afraid that someone is on some weird shit.

But then, an actual text message follows.

And your hand shakes as you read it.

‘You could never understand, __, not like I do.’

Heart pounding, you’ve now been given the motivation you need to open the compressed file.

You very quickly wish you hadn’t.

Inside are dozens of photos, all of Miguel and another woman in…compromising positions, to say the absolute least.

They’re in different states of undress in each photo, the last few even featuring them in what appears to be post coital bliss.

You can’t tear your eyes away from the screen, your absolute worst fears having been realized.

Finally, you reach the end of the content in the file, and to your further horror, it’s a short 10 second clip.

Against your better judgement, you click it.

Immediately, your ears are assaulted with the high pitched moans of the woman in the photos, Miguel’s much deeper swears and grunts audible in the background. It seems the camera’s been positioned at an odd angle, almost as if it’s meant to be hidden.

From wherever it is, you can see both the woman and Miguel in all their naked glory, bodies moving rhythmically against each other.

You only realize you’re crying because your view of the screen becomes blurry.

Your mouth is agape, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Before you can throw the phone away, one last message comes in.

It’s a screenshot of messages appearing to have been sent between Miguel and the woman.

You can’t read much of it, your stomach won’t allow you, but from what little you are able to read, Miguel appears to be complaining about you to the other woman, who agrees and encourages everything he says.

You’ve had enough, and you click your phone off, leaning back on the couch to process all you’ve just witnessed.

‘Miguel is cheating on me. Miguel slept with another woman. Miguel thinks I’m a nuisance. Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…’

You pause, clicking off the television and standing slowly, grabbing your phone and making your way upstairs to the bathroom.

Without a single utterance of sound, you shower and run through your oral hygiene routine, picking out a fresh set of pajamas and climbing into bed.

You find yourself unable to sleep, so afraid you are that your dreams will be filled with visions of your husband’s infidelity.

He doesn’t come home that night.

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hearthotchner · 1 year

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flowers, petnames, and, apologies

— inspired by this post, which was prompted by a tiktok sound

walking into the bullpen, derek morgan couldn’t help but notice the person delivering a large bouquet of flowers, “woah woah woah, who are these for?” he asked, assuming they were for one of his female co-workers.

“um.. a mr aaron hotchner?”

derek’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and his jaw dropped, just before the expression was replaced with a mischievous smirk, “let me take this off your hands, i’ll give ‘em to him.”

after bidding the delivery man a thank you and goodbye, derek carefully placed it onto his empty desk; almost immediately, his coworkers surrounded him, intrigued by the colourful array of flowers that lay on his desk.

the bouquet wasn’t overwhelmingly bright, yet it wasn’t void of hues either. they were light, soft, pastel colours — easy on the eyes — majorly white, but with splashes of light yellows, baby pinks and reds dotted around, with, just a hint of blue.

“do you know who they’re from?” penelope’s voice piped up.

before morgan could respond, he was cut off by reid, “most likely a partner. did you guys know that lily of the valley actually represents new beginnings, which is why they’re used for various occasions: weddings, baby showers. and, the blue hyacinths show a desire to make peace — they’re apology flowers, the colours are those usually used to display remorse.” his voice got higher as he got more excited about the topic, “oh! and roses are typically used for a romantic partner, and are normally pink or red; in this instance they’re yellow, and there’s a lot of them, meaning they’re likely to be his favourites.”finally taking in the bewildered looks of his colleagues, the young genius smiled sheepishly at them, quickly shutting himself up.

“you look way too far into things, reid.” derek rolled his eyes, “they’re probably just an early valentine.”

“there’s a note.” jj pointed out — it was hidden inbetween a couple roses.

as derek reached for it, penelope scolded him, “hey! stop messing it up! we really shouldn’t be snooping, you know he likes his privacy.” she frowned, attempting to remain mature, “but i wanna know so badly- be careful!” she lightly smacked his arm.

with confidence that he was right, derek flipped the note over to read it out loud; the smirk wiped off his face at the first two words he saw, “i’m sorry.” he read in annoyance, while glaring at spencer — but nothing could prepare any of them for the next words,

“miss you pookie bear?”

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meanwhile, said pookie bear was sat at his desk, paying no mind to what was going on in the bullpen, with his head in his hands: your argument from the night before being the only thing he could think about.

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“this is the third time you’ve done this, aaron.”disappointment evident in your voice.

“i know, i’m sorry.” there were his empty apologies, “i got caught up at work, i lose track of time.” and his pathetic attempts to excuse his negligence of your relationship.

“but you always do this, you’re never here. you never text, or call, and i’m waiting up until 12 in the morning for you.”

“look, we’ll talk about it in the morning, i’m tired.” he sighed.

“we won’t, because you’ll be gone before i wake up.” you were telling the truth — that’s exactly what he did the next morning, left for work without saying a word.

he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, “you knew what it was going to be like when we started dating, you said you could handle it. my job is demanding.”

rightfully so, you were becoming upset, “not for paperwork! i understand that you get called away abruptly, and i love that you value other peoples lives before your own — it’s why i fell in love with you.” you smiled at him softly, although, it wasn’t for long. “but, i’m talking about when you’re cooped up in the office for so long, there’s no reason for you to be staying there for that much time, after everyone else has left.”

then, everything went quiet for a bit, with you waiting for him to provide some sort of explanation, and when you didn’t get that, you continued, “i just think… if you had to choose between me or your job, you’d pick your job with no hesitation.”

the lack of response caused your face to fall, “i’m sleeping in the guest room tonight, aaron.”

he should’ve done something, anything. instead, he ran away, avoided you like a coward, using his office as a place to seek refuge from taking accountability for his actions.

one time, you told him he was bravest man you ever knew — he almost laughed at how wrong you were.

history was repeating itself. you were his second chance at love, and he was making the same old mistakes, that cost him his family. aaron thought he had changed, swore to himself that he’d never do something like this again. but, here he was, having someone waiting at home, willing to drop anything for him, yet he wouldn’t do the same.

picking up his phone, he dialled your number.

it rang out for a minute, before going to voicemail — he hoped you were just busy, and weren’t already walking out of his life.

“hey,” he breathed “i wanted to say i’m sorry, for last night, this morning.. everything really. i shouldn’t have left, and i should’ve said something.” closing his eyes, he stopped himself from rambling, because you deserved to hear it in person, “i’ll be home soon, and we can talk.. please call me back.” please don’t leave me. “i love you.”

hurriedly gathering his things, aaron walked out of his office; path coming to a stop when he saw his team staring at him, all looking a little smug. a puzzled look found it’s way onto the unit chiefs face.

“hey there snookums.” derek grinned.

aaron quirked a brow, frown deepening, “what?”

stifling a giggle, emily gestured to the bouquet, “someone sent you flowers.”

knowing exactly who sent them, he swiftly excused himself to set it up in his office.

when he read the note, he felt his lips curve up slightly, and he jokingly huffed at the petname — you always loved making him blush and laugh with the obscure names you’d come up with for him.

but, why were you apologising? you did nothing wrong. it should’ve been him doing this, not you.

right as his thoughts began to spiral, they were interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket.

“hi, aaron! did you get my gift?” hearing the sweet sound of your voice, so excited and happy to speak to him, brought a sense of relief over him.

rough hands slowly reached over to feel the soft yellow rose petals. “yeah, i did. thank you.” his brows tilted upwards, guilt kicking in again, “why are you saying sorry?”

“‘cause, i shouldn’t have accused you of choosing your job over me, it wasn’t right to push that on you-”

were you out of your mind?

“sweetheart, please stop.” he begged. “you haven’t done anything wrong. telling me how you feel isn’t wrong — telling me that i’m not doing enough isn’t wrong. we need to tell each other these things.” he shut down your attempts to put yourself at unnecessary fault. “i know i haven’t been around lately, but i’m gonna change that. i promise. i want to be deserving of your love, (y/n).”

“you already are, aaron.” you whispered.

“i’m leaving now, so i’ll talk to you at home. i have a bunch of free days to use, and we have lost time to make up for.” he smiled.

closing the door behind him for a second time, aaron scanned the room, his team no longer huddled in one spot, now at their desks; still deep in a conversation he didn’t care that much for.

the bullpen fell silent at the sight of him with his briefcase and keys in his hand, shocked that he was leaving early — not even on time.

morgan, of course, was the first to talk, “where’re you off to in such a hurry honeybunny?” snickering at his own joke.

“don’t make me flag you for creating a hostile work environment, derek.”

“that’s not funny!”

#kinda unhappy with how the ending was written ngl #this was meant to be funny idk why he got sad #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #my fic

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danceofthephilos · 9 days

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Hanakotoba and the Meanings of Flowers in SK8 the Infinity

Ranging from very overt allusions in the text to single pieces of official art, almost every main character in SK8 has been associated with a flower. Hanakotoba, the Japanese language of flowers, is something that the creators were attentive to, evidenced by its mention both in the show itself and by staff in discussion about the episodes, and considering how hanakotoba might have been taken into account in the other examples of flower imagery can add an interesting layer of symbolism to speculate on.

The hanakotoba columns on GreenSnap were my primary source for this post, but I've crosschecked the meanings on multiple websites as much as possible to ensure the factual information here is accurate to the best of my ability. This is quite a long post, so bear with me.

🌹 Roses 🌹

Naturally, the first flower to start with is the one that is directly mentioned in the show itself:

As Adam says, red roses do mean "passionate love", though his particular wording (jounetsu no ai) is slightly paraphrased from how that meaning is typically worded. (If you look up the meaning of roses in hanakotoba, you may see netsuretsu na koi (熱烈な恋) instead.) They can also simply mean "love" and "passion" (ai and jounetsu, as Adam uses in this line), as well as "beauty" and "I'm in love with you."

In Japanese as in English, red roses are a very classically romantic gift, so in the finale and the Blu-ray box art, it seems Adam's passionate love hasn't waned.

There are also specific meanings for certain numbers of flowers in a bouquet of roses, and while it's never stated how many roses are in the first bouquet Adam brings Langa, extrapolating from how many flowers are visible in the shots and how many are hidden, as well as the bouquet at Adam's birthday display at the 2022 NAMJATOWN collaboration containing 50 flowers (as I was able to confirm from some fans' photos from better angles, that I won't be reposting here as they were personal photos on Twitter) I believe that the bouquet in the show also contains 50, which means "eternity."

Adam's bouquets to Langa are also not the only times roses appear in relation to him, nor is red the only color they appear in. Several flashback shots of Ainosuke and Tadashi as children feature red roses, which has quite clear subtextual implications, especially alongside the comparison between Tadashi and Langa made in the show itself.

But one prominent flashback also includes pink roses, meaning "deep impression."

In Ainosuke and Tadashi's last scene together in the finale, there's a vase of purple roses behind them, meaning "pride" or "respect."

And his graffiti tag from the 2022 Infinity Week art features blue roses, which, along with being in Langa's image color, mean "dream come true", "impossible" or "miracle."

Roses also have a lengthy history of associations with gay men, both in real-life Japanese gay culture and in the boys' love genre, and how this relates to the use of rose imagery in SK8 could (and likely eventually will) be its own post, but it's an extra aspect to take into consideration with Adam especially.

As a bonus, the mangaka for the official manga adaptation also drew Langa and Reki with red and blue roses (respectively) to celebrate the season finale:

And while Reki is never associated with roses in any more official capacity, Langa does have red roses in his house that are visible in a few scenes:

🌷 Tulips 🌷

This is another one that's directly confirmed, this time regarding Shadow's bouquet in the ending montage.

For love bouquets, Adam uses roses, so Hiromi-chan's was tulips and white baby's breath. In hanakotoba, red tulips mean "confession of love." Pink means "sincere love." Orange means "shyness", so we went with these three. Plus, white tulips are "new love" or "unrequited love" so we stopped there… (lol) By the way, in hanakotoba, baby's breath means "innocent love" and "gratitude."

(Episode 12 Director Masatoyo Takada, Skater's Backstage)

Tulips in general mean "charity" and "thoughtfulness", and Shadow is frequently associated with them outside of just this scene, whether on his clothes or in official merchandise. "Tulip" is also the name of the flower shop where he works!

He's holding another bouquet of tulips on the Blu-ray box art, as well, with the same colors as in the finale - but with the addition of the mentioned white tulips for "unrequited love", and yellow tulips, which can mean "honesty", but can mean "unrequited love" (or "hopeless love") too... Sorry, Shadow.

🌺 Hibiscus 🌺

Moving away from directly stated connections into slightly more obscure ones, Reki is nevertheless visually associated with hibiscus in several places, both in shots in the show and in his 2021 birthday art.

Hibiscus flowers generally can mean "new love", "trust" and "I believe in you" (a meaning thought to originate from Hinduism), while red hibiscus specifically (as Reki is depicted with) mean "bravery."

Hibiscus flowers are also considered as symbol of Okinawa as a whole, making them an especially fitting flower for Reki, who's implied to be of indigenous Ryukyuan descent and is the character who could be considered the most representative of Okinawa (and Langa's new life there) in the show,

🌸 Cherry Blossoms 🌸

This one is fairly self-explanatory; Kaoru's surname is Sakurayashiki (sakura being the Japanese word for cherry blossoms), his S name is Cherry Blossom, cherry blossoms feature on his costume and heavily in the decor in his calligraphy studio, et cetera. As one of the most well-known and famously Japanese flowers, they're well suited to Cherry's traditional Japanese image, and the whole aesthetic of his character is themed around them. Even his birthday is on March 27th, Sakura Day in Japan.

In hanakotoba, cherry blossoms' most well-known meaning is "moral beauty", a phrase referring to the beauty of someone's personality or character. They can also mean "graceful woman" or "pure-blooded", and the specific species of cherry blossom that the ones in Cherry's design resemble (somei-yoshino cherry blossoms) can additionally mean "noble" or "innocent." The fact that the same flower with such elegant meanings is related to both his public and S personas adds to the characteristic duality between his outward appearance and private personality.

While not specifically hanakotoba, the French meaning of cherry blossoms also appears to be well-known in Japan - "ne m'oubliez pas", or "don't forget me", associated with ending relationships.

💮 Chrysanthemums 💮

Another flower associated with a character through their surname, chrysanthemums are the "kiku" (菊) in Kikuchi. A chrysanthemum also features prominently in the design on Adam's skateboard.

Chrysanthemums also appear on both Adam and Tadashi's clothes in a few pieces of official art.

Chrysanthemums' meanings in hanakotoba are all variations of "nobility" and "purity." They're a flower with great cultural significance in Japan, being the crest of the Imperial family, and often appear as a symbol of Japanese society itself - including on the badges worn by both Diet members such as Ainosuke and even certain ones worn by their secretaries, making this flower one that's representative of a very important aspect of both their lives.

While there's no particular history to this meaning, due to the romantic color, red chrysanthemums such as the one on Adam's board can also mean "I love you."

According to director Utsumi in the 2022 Infinity Week livestream, the chrysanthemum on Adam's board was a happy accident, as Thomas Romain, the artist who designed the board, didn't know Tadashi's name or anything about his history with Adam when creating it. The double layer of symbolism is an incredible coincidence!

🌻 Sunflowers 🌻

Joe doesn't have any particular connection with flowers in the show himself, but there is one piece of official art featuring him with sunflowers, which complement the strong association he does have with the sun.

In hanakotoba, sunflowers mean "admiration", "longing" or "I'm only looking at you" - originating from the way sunflowers will always turn to face the sun. As this particular piece of official art was for a magazine feature for White Day (a Japanese holiday where men receive gifts from women they gave gifts to on Valentine's Day), perhaps they're meant to be a gift to him. As Joe's stronger association is with the sun itself (his tattoo is of the sun, his board has the word "sole" - sun in Italian - written on it and a sun incorporated into the design, his restaurant's name (Sia la Luce) translates to "let there be light") he could be seen as the sun that the sunflowers (his admirers) would look towards.

Along with the hibiscus in the image, Reki's birthday event in 2021 also featured sunflowers as part of the display, fitting his yellow image color.

❄️ Snowdrops ❄️

And finally, one more case with only a single piece of official art - but one with a very interesting history behind its meanings. In Langa's 2022 birthday art, he's shown holding snowdrops - a natural association with his S name and the fact that he's a former snowboarder.

In hanakotoba, snowdrops mean "hope" and "comfort." These meanings are said, as you will find on any Japanese hanakotoba site, to originate from a story about Adam and Eve dating back to at least 1925, if not earlier (with 1925 being the earliest version of the story the Japanese Wikipedia page on snowdrops is able to cite.) As the story goes, after Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden, an angel took pity on them suffering in the winter cold and turned the falling snowflakes into snowdrops, to console them and give them courage. In that 1925 version of the story, the first snowdrop was specifically a gift to Eve:

The Snowdrop Legend When the first winter lay white upon the earth, Eve sorely missed the beautiful things of the field. An angel who pitied her seized a snowflake and, breathing upon it, bade it live, for her delight. It fell to the earth a flower, which Eve caught to her breast with gladness, for not only did it break the spell of winter, but it carried assurance of divine mercy. Hence the flower means consolation and promise.

With both the superficial connections of being winter flowers named after snow and their connection to SK8's intentional biblical themes (as producer Mari Suzuki described the show as a whole as "the story of Adam searching for Eve" in Animedia March 2021), these have some of the deepest meanings of any of the flowers depicted, despite only appearing in a single piece of art.

The flower imagery SK8 uses is fascinating and surprisingly layered, especially knowing the deliberate attention to hanakotoba that was paid in certain cases, and it'll be interesting to see how it might continue to feature in the future.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #meta #sk8 meta #adam sk8 #ainosuke shindo #hiromi higa #reki kyan #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #tadashi kikuchi #langa hasegawa

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Interview exclusively with Michael Kaiser after BLLK CAP 260 spoilers‼️

WARNING: There are spoilers, topics such as alcohol abuse, illicit drinks, non-moral behavior. You are warned.

Soleil: Once again in Munich, in the heart of the Bastard Munchen stadium. Before us, we have the emperor, Michael Kaiser. After watching the last episode of BLLK, everyone was left blank after Kaiser's past. Therefore, on this occasion, you are asked for discretion. *Soleil looks at Kaiser* Good afternoon, Kaiser, the fandom and the CF GIRLFRIEND are worried about you and your unexpected past.

Kaiser: Hello again, Soleil. Yes, yes... I know it was unexpected, but the author decided that it was time to tell a little more about me during the work.

Soleil: I understand, I understand... Although many of your fans have collapsed. And many of them also had questions, would you like to answer some?

Kaiser: Yes please. Tell me, Soleil.

Soleil: First question, we know that you are the son of a director and an actress, are you the fruit of a forbidden love?

Kaiser: Possibly it is that. My stupid father didn't tell me anything. Just... Just... that he wouldn't deserve to be in this world.

Soleil: *Looks at him* And that's what he told you so many times when you were just a child who barely understood the world.

Kaiser: That's right, Soleil. I stole food to survive on the streets, although I had a place to 'sleep', I never belonged somewhere where I could be safe.

Soleil: Does that mean you still feel alone?

Kaiser: Yes, yes I could say yes. Even though I have my best friend, Alexis Ness, Ness doesn't know any of this. He will know after this interview.

Soleil: I understand, and when did you start loving football? Well, loving football, no... But, the question is: Since when have you been interested in football?

Kaiser: When I was 12 years old... When I bought a soccer ball in a sports store with money... When I saw it, I thought: "It's so bright... Can I shine like it?"

Soleil: *Looks at him with admiration* And you, shine, during all the moments in the current Blue Lock, young Michael. And what happened when you bought the soccer ball?

Kaiser: Well... I felt good, let's say that. I felt that the soccer ball and I understood each other... I guess because, because the soccer ball can be kicked by the foot for many times, right?

Soleil: Yes... But, I feel that there is another message before your response. Are we talking about that?

Kaiser: That's how it is. Many times, I was on the verge of death. I only remember the soccer ball, jewelry and roses. Blue roses, just like the tattoo on my neck.

Soleil: And what can you say for your fans? Especially @galaxynajma who is your biggest fan, along with the CF GIRLFRIEND.

Kaiser: I'll just say... *Michael looks at the cameras with a disdainful smile* Don't worry, I'm going to therapy so I can move forward in my personal life. I thank you for all the support you are giving me, your messages on Tumblr, on Twitter or on Instagram, they touch my heart. Again, thank you very much. I didn't know I had so many fans, obviously I know I'm handsome and the heart of Bastard Munchen, but again, thank you very much!

Soleil: *Looks at the cameras* That's Kaiser's message for everyone, all those who are Kaiser fans. I just hope they support it like the CF GIRLFRIEND, like all the members of the Blue Lock. With this, we say goodbye to our beloved Michael Kaiser. We will meet again to interview Noel Nola and Alexis Ness after some short commercials. And cut!

Behind the scenes:

Soleil: *Gives a bouquet of blue roses to Kaiser* Gift from FC GIRLFRIEND personally.

Kaiser: *He blushes, and covers his face so that he doesn't see his blush. At that, he picks up the bouquet of flowers and starts crying*

Soleil, Ness and Isagi: The... Emperor... is... crying...

Soleil: *Starts messaging with CF GIRLFRIEND*

Soleil: *Shows messages of support and love to Kaiser*

Kaiser: *Smiles in the most beautiful way possible, enough for Bastard Munchen to blind them, even Soleil*

The cameraman: It's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life... 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Kaiser's smile in question:

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#girlfriend fc #blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser #bllk spoilers #interview

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La Mode nationale, no. 16, 19 avril 1902, Paris. Groupe de toilettes pour dames et jeunes filles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(10) Robe d'intérieur pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen en fantaisie beige. Robe droite à plis repincés; formant dans le bas un volant auquel une broderie ton sur ton sert de tête. Même broderie devant; même broderie dessinant l'empiècement. Décolleté carré sur une guimpe de linon blanc; col brodé. Manche droite, large, ornée de broderie.

(10) House dress for young woman or middle-aged lady in fancy beige. Straight dress with re-pinched pleats; forming a ruffle at the bottom to which tone-on-tone embroidery serves as a head. Same embroidery on the front; same embroidery drawing the yoke. Square neckline on a white lawn wimple; embroidered collar. Straight, wide sleeve, decorated with embroidery.

Matériaux: 7m,50 de lainage.

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(11) Robe de visites pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en voile bleu-pastel. Sur une première jupe à plis fins, tombe une seconde jupe également plissée à repincés. Corsage blouse décolleté entre-deux de guipure descendant pour dissimuler la fermeture. Basque rapportée derrière. Manche large, resserrée au coude, par un bouquet de fronces; ceinture drapée de soie blanche.

(11) Visiting dress for young woman or girl, in pastel blue voile. On top of a first skirt with fine pleats, falls a second skirt also with re-pinched pleats. Blouse bodice with insertion neckline and guipure descending to conceal the closure. Basque attached behind. Wide sleeve, tightened at the elbow, with a bunch of gathers; belt draped in white silk.

Matériaux: 10 mètres de voile bleu; 2 mètres de mousseline de soie; 0m,60 soie blanche.

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(12) Robe élégante pour jeune femme, en bengaline rose bengale. Jupe en forme terminée par cinq volants un peu froncés. Au-dessus des volants, entre-deux de guipure en forme de dents rondes et faisant deux quilles de chaque côté du tablier. Des dépassants de taffetas noir encadrent l'entre-deux. Corsage froncé, voilé d'un grand col de guipure et de deux pattes rappelant la garniture de la jupe. La manche s'écourte sur un bouffant en mousseline de soie blanche.

(12) Elegant dress for young women, in bengal pink bengaline. Shaped skirt finished with five slightly gathered ruffles. Above the ruffles, guipure inlays in the shape of round teeth and making two keels on each side of the apron. Black taffeta overhangs frame the space in between. Gathered bodice, veiled with a large guipure collar and two tabs reminiscent of the skirt's trim. The sleeve is shortened on a white silk chiffon bouffant.

Matériaux: 10 mètres de bengaline; guipure en laize.

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(13) Robe de ville pour jeune femme ou jeune fille. Jupe en lainage vieux rouge quadrillé bordée en forme d'un volant plat en taffetas rouge "légion d'honneur". Corsage-blouse, fermé devant sous une large patte de taffetas. Col en forme en taffetas et petit col rabattu en lainage bordé d'un biais de soie. Manche droite terminée par un biais remontant en taffetas.

(13) City dress for young women or girls. Skirt in old red checkered wool lined in the shape of a flat ruffle in red “legion of honor” taffeta. Blouse-bodice, closed in front under a large taffeta tab. Shaped collar in taffeta and small turn-down collar in wool edged with silk bias. Straight sleeve finished with a rising taffeta bias.

Matériaux: 5 mètres de lainage; 6 mètres de taffetas.

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(14) Robe simple pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en suédoise d'été "son mouillé". Jupe en forme ornée d'un biais en forme piqué et fixé de côté par un bouton fantaisie. Large biais de drap blanc piqué, posé en forme. Corsage croisé, décolleté sur un dessous de drap blanc; guimpe et ceinture en liberty saphir foncé. Manche froncée dans un poignet droit.

(14) Simple dress for young woman or girl, in Swedish summer "wet wool". Shaped skirt decorated with a pique-shaped bias and secured on the side with a fancy button. Large bias of white stitched cloth, laid in shape. Crossed bodice, neckline on a white cloth underside; gimp and belt in dark sapphire liberty. Sleeve gathered in a right cuff.

Matériaux: 5m,50 de lainage; 0m,50 de drap blanc.

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(15) Robe de visites pour jeune femme ou jeune fille, en voile fleuri vert-d'eau. Jupe cerclée de biais de soie blanche. Boléro ouvert sur un dessous en mousseline de soie blanche. Hausse-col et col découpé liserés de biais blancs. Manche plissée à l'épaule et froncée dans un poignet droit. Ceinture à pointe en soie blanche.

(15) Visiting dress for young women or girls, in water-green floral voille. Skirt circled with white silk bias. Bolero open on a white silk chiffon underside. Ruffled collar and cut-out collar with white bias edging. Sleeve pleated at the shoulder and gathered at a straight cuff. White silk pointed belt.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de voile; 3 mètres de taffetas; 0m,60 de mousseline de soie.

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(16) Robe de réception pour jeune femme ou dame d'âge moyen, en crêpe vieux rose. Robe composée de volants froncés bordés de dentelle; le devant est droit; les plis maintenus par une écharpe nouée en satin noir. Décolleté en V sur une guimpe de dentelle. Manche rayée en haut de repincés, froncés au-dessous du coude dans un poignet collant en dentelle à clair.

(16) Reception dress for young or middle-aged ladies, in old pink crepe. Dress composed of gathered ruffles edged with lace; the front is straight; the folds held by a tied black satin scarf. V-neckline on a lace wimple. Striped sleeve at the top, gathered below the elbow in a clear lace fitted cuff.

Matériaux: 12 mètres de crêpe.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1902 #on this day #April 19 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #collar #house

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request for valentines day celebration!! prompt 4, 6 and 12 with emo!wanda x reader. where wanda is trying to hint (kinda new avenger) reader that she’s likes them 🤭🤭 fluffy emo!wanda is my fave

The secret admirer

warnings: fluff , mention of some avengers, stucky ( being gay for a bit)

a/n: mwah enjoy <3

“ Looks like someone got some new things from their secret admirer,” Natasha says as she walks into the kitchen, met with the view of some of the prettiest bouquets of flowers accompanies by a fresh plate of french toast.

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, I know I can't rhyme, but I want to date you,” you read aloud to her, smiling a bit at the cheesy pickup line the person left for you.

In the past couple of weeks, someone in the compound had been leaving things for you, planning it when you least expect it and you haven’t been able to figure it out.

“ There are flowers in the front of your door y/n”

“Who from?” you ask her, reading some papers from a meeting.

“I think that you have a secret admirer.” Natasha taunts as she brings the flowers to your room, confused as to why someone would leave flowers. Being past widows, neither of you were even aware that people did this but you took the flowers in your room for a pop of color.

“ Are you sure that you didn’t send these Natty? I promise to let you down easy if you do” you jokingly tell her.

“ Oh sweet y/n,” Natasha starts off,” I think we’ve established that the only chance that I’d consider to date you is if you were the only other person on earth”.

“ Ouch Romanoff, my heart,” you dramatically say. Both of you had been good friends, meeting each other in the red room, escaping together, and now in a team together protecting the planet from any sort of threats. All this time together meant that you only saw her as a best friend which both of you were fine with as Natasha had her eyes set on a certain agent at shield.

“ You are you dumb y/n-”

“ Calling me dumb Natty? Says the one who-”

“ Hello to both of you,” Wanda says as she walks into the kitchen, looking at the bouquet of flowers on the counter while she witnesses both of her teammates bicker like children.

The younger brunette tries her best to hide her smile as you observe the flowers.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda had been the one who was leaving you all of these messages, too shy to admit the feelings that she had for you with a fear of being rejected. A quick google search leads to her leaving presents in your room, and kitchen but you seem to struggle that it’s her. Wanda even left a bit of clue that might help but even those don’t seem to help.

“ So who got the cute flowers?” Wanda curiously asks, looking at the amazing job the florist did with choosing flowers related to love. The roses and tulips bring life to the boring kitchen.

Natasha out of boredom decides the moment to be quiet to look at the conversation between you too. In her own little investigation, everyone on the team besides Wanda and Sam were the two people left as to who the fuck was sending you all of these things. She assumed at first, Tony would do something like this because he has money to spend for days and he denied it. Bruce only saw you as a friend, Clint has a whole family with kids that he’s very happy to deal with, and Bucky has something going on with Steve that she’ll have to investigate another time while sweet Thot’s heart seemed to belong to Jane foster.

Wanda seemed to forget that Natasha was in the kitchen with you too as she giggles at the little jokes you throw into the conversation, failing badly at trying to hide the crush but can you blame her if she doesn’t have any sort of experience with it?

“ y/n you are too funny,” Wanda says placing her hand on your shoulder, wondering if the article on dating is doing the trick to woo you,” always making me laugh”. All Natasha can do is cringe, feeling bad for the younger redhead with her very terrible attempt at flirting. A couple more attempts at flirting, some jokes made by Wanda, and more awkwardness before you leave the kitchen to make your way to train with Clint. Wanda was about to leave as well to try to get the next set of items ready when she was stopped by her teammates who was smiling like crazy, holding in her laughter.

Now all the cheesy sticky notes left for you make sense now.

“ Natasha,” she starts off.

“ Witchy that was some of the worst flirting I’ve ever seen-” Natasha says before laughing.

“ It’s not that bad Nat, have you seen whatever the fuck Bucky and Steve have been doing?” She asks, a little embarrassed that even the black widow knows about her crush on you.

“ I did not expect you out of all people to send my y/n those gifts, the only thing that confirmed it was the flirting. Also those pickup lines are so cheesy where did you even get them?”.

“ not the point,” Wanda tells her before trying to look in the fridge for food but the mighty black widow stops her. Though Wanda can use her powers to just move her, it’s too early to be doing that and she’d have to be lectured by Stark about the use of her powers to mess with people.

“ It’s been a couple of weeks now Wanda, so when do you plan on telling y/n about your feelings before I don’t know, they just get tired of all the gifts?” Natasha asks the younger woman. They might not be as close but she would hate to see the young woman heartbroken after all of the things that she’s experienced in life so far. At that moment she decided it would be a good idea to help her out with stuff like this.

“ Would you help me out, Natasha? I know that we aren’t close but you know y/n better than anyone and I just want to make this as perfect as possible, like I know that it’s alot to ask so take all of the -”

“ I’ll help you out witchy with your crush and reveal,” Natasha says which elicited a smile from Wanda. Using what she learned from Sam and Bucky, Wanda holds out her hand to give the older woman in front of her a fist bump instead of a hug but she is relieved when Natasha fistbumps her.

“ One more week and I’ll make sure y/n will know about your crush,” Natasha ensure her teammate before they head to her room to make up a plan.

After two hours of romantic plans, Clint joined in and with so many questions that Wanda asked, the plan was finally formed and Wanda could not wait for it to happen.

A week full of busy meetings, training with the senior avengers, Wanda catching Steve and Bucky going at it in the supply closet on accident ( poor girlie ) leads to the both of you spending the weekend at one of Tony’s many cabins near the compound.

As much as Wanda wanted to tell you about her feelings at the compound, she wanted to make sure that it wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone coming in or their pets.

“ So tony just let us borrow it for the weekend?” You ask while you drive together to the cabin.

While you are confused, you are are very happy to take a break from your Avengers stuff, always happy to spend time with the brunette woman. Being earth’s mightiest hero’s left for no free time but when there was some, you’d always take it to spend time with Wanda.

“ something about needing us to bond more since we’re the only two who haven’t spend time alone,” Wanda lies to you , while everyone in the team very much is aware your super close to each other.

“ weird ,” you comment as you pull up into the drive way, always amazed at the size of these cabins and question why the man always needs to go big. Wanda gets her stuff and quickly heads in first before you do, happy to be greeted with a array of desserts, all of them your favorite ones and one last note with a quote that you had said to Wanda when you first met.

“ Wanda maximoff,” she tells herself, “ you are a very pretty girl, you got this, pietro would tell you that you got this.”

You walk into the cabin a couple of minutes after to see Wanda standing in the kitchen next to an array of desserts, getting hungry at the sight of them.

“ WANDA HOW DID YOU DO ALL THIS ?” You say in an excited tone.

“ I wanted to talk about the admirer of yours actually,” she starts off while you sit down at the table along with her.

“ oh that ? Yeah I don’t think it’s Natasha but she’s been spending a lot of time with you , why ?” You casually ask her.

“ well it’s because -“

“ cause she’s only done this once with Bruce and while I know you wouldn’t hurt a single fly, I will throw you out side of a window if you-

“ i dont like Natasha , i like you" she interrupts your ramble before there’s silence between the two of you, the young woman in front of you mad that she didn’t get to do her plan.

“ me ?”

“ you’re so hot your hurting my feeling that I can’t deal, “ she says to you , while you chuckle at the choice of lyrics she uses. Wanda decides to take this opportunity to go towards you , life you of out of your chair to kiss you.

Not the way that she would of imagined it but it’s a memory she’ll cherish forever

#lizs writing #liz celebrates #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #marvel imagine

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cherrythepuppet · 7 months

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Corpse puppet [Part 12]

@sketchquill "This is gonna be good" -The war skeleton, Updates are very late due to me currently being grounded Apologies Folks

"Oh, my dear" Mother muttered as both her and Father looked out the car windows for their Child "Oh, it's almost dawn! Where could they be?!" Mother yelled

"(Y/n (L/n) elopes with corpse! Heartbroken Groom to wed wealthy newcomer!" The town crier yelled "Wealthy newcomer? lt cannot be..." Mother mumbled

"Did he say corpse?" Father asked "Oh, don't be ridiculous! What corpse would marry our (Y/n)?" Mother said as the driver started violently coughing

"Oh, Leo! Silence that blasted coughing!" Mother yelled as the driver, Leo, was coughing and holding their throat then they turned blue and fell off the stage coach before dying

Otto let out a meow as he held wally's bouquet of blue roses in his mouth and contiued walking to the bar with (Y/n) following closely behind

Otto set the bouquet down and (Y/n) picked it up as Otto had ran off, (Y/n) sighed as They entered the bar and could hear wally playing with the piano

(Y/n) watched in awe for a moment before sitting next to him "l...i think you dropped this" They said as they held out his bouquet "l'm sorry...l'm sorry l lied to you about wanting to see my parents...lt's just this whole day hasn't gone quite, well according to plan" (Y/n) told him

Wally didn't answear but he glared at (Y/n) who sighed and put his bouquet on a nearby table before playing a few piano keys

They looked back at wally to see if he'd smile but he never did so just as (Y/n) was about to leave wally grinned and began playing a few piano keys as well

(Y/n) smiled as they contiued to play along and the two played together for a moment until wally's plush hand came off and twirled around (Y/n)'s arm and shoulder

(Y/n) chuckled and so did Wally as he grabbed his hand "Pardon my enthusiasm" he said "its okay...l like your enthusiasm" (Y/n) said

The two stared at each for a moment as once again it was like they've known each other forever just then-

"New arrival! New arrival!" Sally yelled as she violently smacked a bell with a bat and everyone in town began coming to the bar

"Lights up!" "Hurry up, boys!" "Drinks for everyone" "Another pint, sir?" "No, no. Just a half" "lt is impossible to get good help anymore!"

Sally pushed through the crowd while dragging poppy with her "Welcoming committee, coming through! Coming through!" Sally yelled as she and poppy went up to the new arrival

"Welcome to the afterlife! My name is Sally Starlet and this is Poppy Partridge!" Sally exclaimed as poppy waved

(Y/n) stared at the new Comer before realizing "Leo!" They yelled as they ran towards the new arrival "Leo! How nice to see-" they paused

Then (Y/n) realized that Leo's skin was blue "l'm so sorry..." (Y/n) mumbled "Oh, yeah. Actually, though, l feel great!" Leo said with a raspy voice

"Hurry up, boys! Can you not see the new arrival is parched?" Darling yelled behind the counter "Leo, l have to get back! They all must be worried sick!" (Y/n) yelled

"H-how is everyone?" they asked "Well, they're still wondering where you slipped off to Oh, and Mr Howdy..." Leo trailed off as they choose their words carefully

"Yes? Yes, how is he?" (Y/n) asked "Well, he's getting married this evening..." leo mumbled making (Y/n)'s eyes widened "What? Married to who?!" They asked

"Some newcomer, Lady Somebody-or-Other" Leo said with a shrug "But that's impossible!" (Y/n) yelled "Yeah, with you gone and all...l guess they didn't wanna waste the cake" Leo joked hoping it would make them laugh

"But how could he?" (Y/n) mumbled then they began to walk out of the bar "(Y/n)? Where are you going?" Wally asked as he watched them leave...

"Mr Howdy, we must leave for the church now" The maid told him "Yesterday l thought my wedding would be happy Now l feel like l'm caught in the tide, pulled out to sea" Howdy mumbled

"The sea leads to many places, dearie Maybe you'll land somewhere better!" The maid said hoping to cheer him up

"With this candle, l will light your way in darkness. With this ring l ask you to be mine" Julie said as she put the ring on Howdy

"l now pronounce you man and wife!" Pastor Kermit announced.....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #corpse puppet au #fanfic #howdy pillar

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cinemaspoppycornuwu · 11 months

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[You and Sanji got married]

["MINORS DO NOT INTERACT" Header made by @benkeibear ]

This fic is originally made for my beloved friend who gives me unconditional support @syntheticseraton1n . But anyone who reads this can feel self inserted here. Nala, sweetie, I hope you like the wedding I prepared for you. And readers who don't like NSFW, it is okay, cause the first part of the fic is actually SFW! Just a fun wedding and meeting of friends 🥰

But still, I think I messed up with the whole fanfic and ruined it. Sorry, One Piece fans. Sorry, Sanji simps 😭😭😭

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Wedding OST 🎶 (might add more sooner or later, dunno)

1. Nupcial march [violin] (When bride comes in);

2. Barbie 12 dancing princess theme (Couple dance);

3. The wellerman [violin];

4. Hey Brother [cello] (Avicii);

5. Wake me up [cello] (Avicii again);

6. Angel eyes (Abba);

7. YMCA (Village People);

8. California Gurls (Katy Perry);

9. Work (forró version - Rihanna);

The list goes on but it would take too long to put EVERYTHING!

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Honestly, you couldn't be more thankful when you met the strawhats. Everyone there is so cheerful, almost looking like a daycare of children but grown up. Your captain, Monkey D. Luffy was the most childish but he had an empaty ability. Luffy always had that sense inside on his heart to know when people were good or bad.

And then there was your beloved Sanji. The guy who would marry you in that sunny and bright day. Blonde has always been supportive and gentle with you, especially when he joined the crew. Everything in him was so charming. His greyish-blue eyes, the way he lights up his cigarrette to smoke away from you (to not bother with the smell) and makes sure the smell fades away later so he can be closer, his heart shaped eyes when talking to you (well, honestly, for any woman). When he genuinely confessed to you in a wonderful night, your heart did a backflip. It was the very first time you felt like that: butterflies fluttering in your stomach, trembling a little bit, teary emotional eyes, cheeks as red as the most stunning rose. And when Sanji proposed to you? Gosh, it was a disaster because Luffy ate everything Sanji has prepared for both of you. But you accepted him with no hesitation.

Today, was your wedding day. Nami was helping you get ready to get married in the amazing Thousand Sunny. Of course that the ginger one and Sanji thought of marrying somewhere else better for you. But Thousand Sunny has given all of you guys great memories and it meant so much for you, just like the resting in peace now Golden Merry. The gold digger young navigator stopped and helped you dry your tears.

—Just look at you, S/O... You are so wonderful! - the dress was a strapless white one with laces on it. Nami also chose good jewerly to put in your ears and in your neck, giving a special touch on it. Your hair was decorated in an elegant messy bun with flowers on it. Your makeup wasn't that heavy but very perfect for the ocasion. And so were the heels. Not too tight but made you look a little bit taller to kiss Sanji.

—I've... I've never been so beautiful... Oh, Nami, this means so much to me!

—Hey there, it is okay! Just don't cry or the makeup will run! - she said, containing her tears as she gave a friendly kiss on your forehead - Are you ready?

—Of course! Our captain must be waiting for us since he for sure is hungry - the both of you laughed at the comment about the captain - Let's go.

—Just one more detail - Nami stops and gives you a bouquet of fake flowers. Since you guys spent more time in the ship than in the lands, Nami made sure to buy fake flowers for the wedding before the trip to the island where you guys would stay. The flowers may not be real, but the reciprocate love between you and Sanji for sure was.

When getting out of the cabin, everyone was waiting there. Robin was reading her speech to make the cerimony happen, Luffy was already stuffing his mouth with meat, but what had surprised you the most was seeing Zoro being Sanji's wingman. Everyone knows they fight a lot but deep inside, care for each other just like brothers. Speaking of him, he was impecable! Sanji wore his best suit and even put a red rose as a decoration.

—You look amazing, ma cherrie... - Sanji says with a weak whisper as his eyes get filled with tears. You, in response, comfort him with your healing touch.

—Everyone, except for the main couple, sit please - Robin said - Strawhats, we are here together to celebrate a very special ocasion. It isn't everyday someone gets married in a ship. And this is a very special one. We are here to celebrate not only their love. But also their companionship as well. This time, the couple destiny predicted was Sanji and Y/N. I gotta speak some words by myself as well. I was hoping for you two get married and look at everyone now - she laughed - You guys even managed to get our captain all dressed up.

—Robiiiiiiin! This itches! Can I take it oof? - Luffy said impatient.

—The bowtie isn't that tight, Luffy! - Nami growled before noticing Robin adjusting Luffy's bowtie with her devil fruit.

—Back to the cerimony, I want you two to know that this whole crew loves you both!

—Chopper, the rings, please! - Robin called and the tiny reeinder came all happy and proud. He even stood in the point of his hooves to give you both the rings, but the raven haired beauty gave him a little help as well - Now your vows, please.

—Sanji, you are my everything. My moon. My sun. My stars. My whole world. I, Y/N, want to be loyal with body and soul to you. You own my heart. You had saw me at the worse of the moments, saw my deepest fears and I am taking the best decision of my life right here, right now. We finished one chapter of our lives and we are starting a new one - you had to use a mini stair to reach Sanji's cheek so you could kiss it gently, leaving the blonde with goose bumps. He helped you go down

—I, Sanji, promise to always hold your hand and never let go. To comfort you when sadness comes, And the most important: be loyal and loving you no matter what happens. I'll be your light, always - he spoke softly but still with all certain in the world while holding your hand as if you were made of porcelain, kissing softly your hand - And of course, do your favourite meals.

You giggled at the last part.

Everyone was so happy for the two of you and all of them with no exception helped in the decoration of the wedding party. Chopper even did a special chocolate candy. Even Luffy did part of the decoration even though he slept while doing it. You could see Franky crying hard while blowing his nose. He got emotional, someone please give the capitalist cyborg an hamburguer later. And Usopp was in the very same state as Franky. Both held hands while imaging a life like that.

—Sanji, do you accept Y/N as your‐

—Yes.

—And, Y/N, do you accept Sanji as‐

—Yes.

Robin snorted and let out a laugh before finally saying as clear as crystal:

—I happily announce you two as husband and wife! You can kiss now!

—Come here, mon coeur! (Come here, my heart!) - Sanji held your waist, lifted and pulled you closer for a passionate and loving kiss.

There were petals thrown by Nami, Robin's multiple arms due to her Akuma no Mi, Luffy and even Chopper. Let's be honest, he was trying his best in his daily form (boi was sparing rumber balls for important ocasions). Zoro even let out a laugh and said:

—NOW LET THE F*CKING PARTY BEGIN! CHEERS! - he grabbed the first alchool bottle and chugged down half of the bottle.

As soon as the magical kiss ended, Sanji adjusted a string of your hair behind your ear and gave another kiss, but this time, in your cheek. His greyish-blue eyes filled with emotions that he couldn't speak but you understood him better than anyone else.

The party was absolutely amazing! Brook already got his violin on point for the first dance of the night between you and Sanji. Your knight held your waist gently within one hand and with the other, your hand. He had whispered some words before you felt like you were on a fairytale during the song.

—I don't deserve you...

You replied by giving a soft quick peck on his lips that said more than words. Once it ended, everyone clapped and Luffy said automatically to put on a more cheered up music which literally made him drag Usopp and Chopper to dance. You decided to dance with Nami and Franky just for funsies while Brook danced while playing his violin. Sanji danced with Nami, Robin, Chopper (honestly, these two were so adorable together) and even Zoro. Only booze to make them feel like that sometimes. You guys danced and singed for like, 4-5 hours straight. And of course, Luffy ate his daily meats in a corner (some angel had prepared for that monster).

—Attention everyone, the bride will throw the bouquet! 1... 2... 3... Whooo! - and the lucky one to got was... Usopp! (THIS WRITER SHIPS USOPP AND KAYA, OKAY? 😭)

—Sanji! Y/N! Come here!

—Hm? What happened, miss Nami?

—I got a room for the two of you in the hotel.

—Of that lesbian couple of old ladies? - you asked.

—Those two! I talked to them about your wedding and guess what? You two will sleep in the best room!

[HERE BEGINS THE NSFW PART YOU ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, YOU HORNI ONES]

While the whole crew rested on the ship, Nami had reserved a special room for you and Sanji spent the night as a couple. If you know what I mean. Sanji carried you in the most gentle bridal style way and when the door was finally locked, leaving the two of you, both of you were impressed! Nami actually chose a great suite! With even a frigobar, special bathtub with candles, a very comfy bed and anything a newly married couple could want and get in a room. The ginger navigator even included the best breakfast for the next morning.

You could feel your husband smirk in a devilish way and you were right. He started to attack your neck with teasing kisses, starting to get you ready for what you two are about to do.

—Sanji! C-Can we have a bath first?

—Of course! Plus... I know this dress makes you like a queen but I guess tonight it would look better on the floor~ Hm~? - that was everything he said before seeing you fully red. He gently placed you on the bed before removing his fancy suit and put them in some wardrobe. He noticed they also had put robes and towels. Man, for sure these people are prepared.

—Sanji, I can't reach my back. Can you help me? - before you could even think of anything else to speak, the dress was off, revealing the white lacey underwear that Nami also bought you.

—My~ I am trully in heaven~ - he whispered as he removed his pants and then his socks. And finally, his underwear, revealing his dwong, slightly hard and you were impressed of how his pubic hair was slightly blonde as well. Anime logic? Fanfic logic? Where? Logic? What is this? Is it to eat?

As soon as both of you emerged in the bathtub all naked, you reached to get the soap so you could wash your body.

—Soft... - he said as he placed a kiss on your shoulder but quickly cleaned his mouth because it was with soap as well. You laughed at his reaction - Oh, it is like this, then? Already wanting a little punishment in our first night as a couple?

—Oh, you're such a tease~

—I can't help if my love is looking so sexy right now~

—Hehehe~ Let's go once we finish here~

Even though Sanji was excited for the moment, he still helped you wash the body like the gentleman he is with no rush, just loving and appreciating the process. Once he finished, he got a towel to dry both of you and by your surprise, he picked you up like if you were a potato sack and ran to the amazing comfy bed. Now he could begin properly. Sanji started attacking your lips.

His kisses are normally sweet outside (and even with the) sheets. But this time, he was desperate, starving, as if your lips were the last thing that could keep him still but at the same time, weak on his knees. He then went down to your neck, giving small but loving hickeys to remind you how much loved you are for him. With each kiss, your heart increased the beatings. When you less noticed, blonde cook was already in your most sensitive area: your cherry.

—Well... Bon appetit. For me~ - that was his only warning of what it was about to come. It is like that his tongue does magic with your clit and pussy. He knows exactly where to stimulate you and at which speed. Not too slow for you not be teased but also not too fast for you to come quickly, he wants you to enjoy the moment but let's be real: he is enjoying way more for sure. Your fluids were like the best tea for him.

—San... San... Ji...~♡! Aaah~♡

—Don't need to be shy, love~ Just let me hear that sweet voice~ We have the whole night for ourselves... - he lost his composture as soon as you gently touched his head as a sign for you to go further. That was more than enough to get his motor going working harder.

—I'm... I-I-I'm...

—Hm...?

—I'm close!

—Yay! - he let out an "yay" just like a cute adorable kid who had recieved the best chocolate bar. But it was only a gentleman eating a pussy. And you are the wife of that gentleman now - Go on for me, princess~

With one more yelp, Sanji thanked mentally for the tea and made sure to not miss anything released.

—What a yummy meal, my love~ Now, I guess for being such a good girl, you deserve the main part~ Just let me get the condom—

Your hand slapped his gently which made him widen his eyes like "wtf". You spoke softly:

—It's okay... I asked for Chopper to make something for me...

—And how did he reacted?

—He got embarassed. I need to apologize to him once the honey moon ends... Poor fella - you sighed.

—Hey, it's okay. Maybe one day he will ask for his partner in some future ahead use it too.

—SANJI! - you both didn't hold the laugh.

—What? It is true!

—Why don't you come spend some... Energy with me instead thinking of Chopper's future life?

—Sounds amazing~ No condoms?

—Not this time.

With a big smirk, Sanji positioned himself between you.

—I'll go in, okay? - he whispered as he held your hand. You nodded and my, Sanji fitted perfectly on you. About his dick size, he is normal but perfect! Not too thick cause it would hurt you, not that long, but fits inside perfectly. And no matter what size he would have, he would know how to use that sword. Plus, for Sanji, sex isn't only "banana in, banana out, banana in, banana out". It is a loving moment where he can spend with you and be romantic. Sanji absolutely hates quickies and wants give all of his love to his beloved one. It didn't took that long for him to start moving inside with that "ploc ploc ploc" sound coming as well.

—Sanji...

—Shh... Just relax and let me please you... - he couldn't help but groan and let out some soft moans with you. His magical hands stimulated your exposed nipples, bringing more pleasure to your smaller figure - F*ck... But if you keep squeezing me like that I won't handle that much~ So tight...~♡

—San... I... I love you...

His heart did a tiny dance inside his body at those sweet words of yours.

—I love you too, Y/N... - he squeezed gently your hand before kissing your forehead. And it was in that moment when Sanji got a little bit more of speed on his movements, making you moan more and more. You couldn't think of anything else but Sanji loving you intensily - C-Crap... I'll release...

—Me too...

—Together... - that's all he said before kissing you intensily. In some minutes, one of your most intense orgasms finally came. Blonde, panting, kissed your forehead and stayed some minutes still inside of you before finally removing it. God blesses for whoever will clean those sheets. And may the boss give some extra pay for them.

Your husband picked you up and took to the shower just to do a quick clean before finally sleeping in bed. As soon as you two were spooning, he pulled you closer, face to face and whispered:

—The first of many of our nights as a married couple...

—Yup... Sanji, today was amazing... Not only this moment of ours but - you gigled - Our friends finally reunited as well. Even Zoro was happy!

—That marimo. He knows how to have fun sometimes as well.

—You missed him laughing and being like that as well, hm?

—Not that much.

—You admited it! I know you two are besties!

—Y/N...

—Sowwy~ Hehehe~ Let's just... Rest for a while... I got tired... Goodnight, my love...

—Bonne nuit, mon amour... Une dernière chose: je t'aime ♡ (Good night, my love... One last thing: I love you ♡)

🎶["POST-CREDIT SCENE" OF THE REST STRAWHATS WHILE SANJI WAS DOING LOWVE WITH HIS WIFE]🎶

"Take more 4, Luffy" (Nami)

"Nope" *lands one more +4* (Luffy)

*laughs and lands one more +4* (Robin)

"Yohohoho!" *purs two +2* (Brook)

"Not with me!" *puts one +2* (Franky)

"Neither me!" *puts +2* (Chopper)

"...fuck you guys..." *gets +20 cards of Uno* (Zoro)

The couple was just cuddling and being sweet in the next morning, don't worry, fellas :)

(And yes, you guys wrote a letter for princess Vivi about the wedding. She cried because she missed that moment but was so happy for the crew)

The end.

#Vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x reader #Sanji scenarios #One Piece character x reader fanfic

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ninchen1909 · 1 year

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The first time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size!Reader

Words: ~ 2,5k

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, ill body talk, short angst, fluff

Summary: You want to celebrate your six month anniversary with bucky. A loving touch from him, brings back bad memories from your last realationship. Can Bucky heal your old wounds or will your love break?

That’s my first time writing a smut szene, so here we go.

Enjoy:)

You stand in front of the mirror and examine yourself from all angles, you put in extra effort today when you got yourself ready. And all this is just for him. James Buchanan Barnes, your boyfriend, your one true love. Nervously you tug at your dark red dress, it fits perfectly. It lies tightly against your chest and caresses your breasts, your waist is perfectly highlighted by the dress. It hugs your hips and falls in light, steady waves to your knees. The dress emphasizes your feminine curves, you have styled your hair in your favorite way and applied a decent make-up. Your outfit is rounded off by the black ankle strap heels, which you have bought especially for this evening.

The ringing at the doorbell pulls you out of your thoughts, and as quietly as you can with your shoes you jog towards the door. With one hand on the doorknob, you let your eyes wander around dining room once again. The table is beautifully set, his favorite meal, which you cooked especially for this occasion, is set in the middle of the table. A bottle of wine stands on the sideboard, waiting to be opened.

After one last, deep breath, you open the door. And there he stands, the man for whom you have put in all this effort, the man you hope will stay with you for the rest of your life.

You notice how he looks at you from bottom to top, his gaze lingering a little longer on your breasts.

"You look stunning, princess. These are for you. Happy six month anniversary" he hands you a beautiful bouquet of 12 long stemmed red roses.

"Thank you so much, but you didn't have to" you drop your nose deep into the roses, taking in their lovely scent.

"But of course, my girl deserves all the flowers of this world" you smile at him and press a quick kiss on his cheek before inviting him into your apartment with a wave of your hand.

After a delicious dinner and a pleasant conversation, you want to start washing the dishes, but are interrupted by Bucky, who places a hand on your forearm and wants to take the plates out of your hand:" Princess, let me do it, you've already cooked for us".

"Jamie, you've practically carried me on your hands for the last six months, I can cook for you for once and wash the dishes, you go on into the living room and relax a bit, I'll be right there, then we can watch a movie if you like" he smiles lovingly at you, the blue of his eyes even more radiant than usual. You are sure that you will never get tired of his eyes. Tenderly, he strokes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"All right, if you say so. But don't make me wait too long." With a last kiss on your cheek, he disappears towards the living room.

You quickly begin to clear and clean the table. After about 15 minutes you have reached the last plate, when you suddenly feel a presence behind you, he steps close to you, so close, you can perceive his smell, a mixture of vanilla and sandalwood. You feel his hands on your hips while his nose runs up and down your neck, placing feather-light kisses on it.

"What's taking you so long?" he asks you, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

"It's only been 15 minutes Jamie" his needy manner makes you giggle

"mhm, that's 15 minutes too much" you just shake your head with a smile and want to turn your attention back to the last remaining plate when you suddenly stop.

His hands slowly slide under your dress and glide from your knees up to the insides of your thighs, his vibranium hand feels pleasantly refreshing on your heated skin, you lean your head back against his chest and support yourself with both hands on the sink.

His fingers steadily paint patterns on your thighs as he continues to breathe light kisses on your neck and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You feel loved and desired.

"You're so beautiful." his hands continue to move upward as you drop your head onto his shoulder with your eyes closed.

However, when his hands come to a stop on your stomach and his fingers gently massage your curves, you jerk away from him, tears shoot into your eyes and you disappear into the bathroom as fast as you can, locking yourself inside.

Leaving a totally perplexed Bucky behind.

Bucky is pacing up and down the kitchen, he's angry, but not at you, God he could never be angry at you, he's angry with himself. He should never have pestered you like that. It' Just, that from the moment he saw you in that stunning dress, he couldn't think of anything else, but your skin on his.

You are the only person, apart from maybe Steve, that he trusts completely, that he feels 100% comfortable with. In a world that is totally foreign to him, you give him stability. Only with your help, he slowly starts to become the man he was before Hydra and the war. More exuberant, happier. But maybe he's blown that chance by his actions now. He plays with the idea of just leaving to spare you the sight of him. However, his conscience forbids him to leave without apologizing to you first.

In slow, hesitant steps he walks towards your bathroom and knocks timidly on the door.

"(y/n), princess, listen, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to crowd you. I'm going to go now, I hope you can forgive me someday and give us another chance. However, if you can't, I can understand that too. I just want you to be happy." As he speaks, he gently drops his forehead against the bathroom door. He can hear your soft sobs, which also brings tears to his eyes, and before he can stop them, tears are streaming down his cheeks. Maybe he has just ruined his only chance for happiness and true love. He is about to turn to leave when he is prevented from doing so by the gentle "click" of the door lock. The door opens to reveal you, your mascara running down your cheeks in black, thick rivulets. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. Bucky wants nothing more than to take you in his arms, to hold you close to his chest so he can tell you, that everything would be okay. However, he has already crossed one line today, he doesn't want to cross another.

"Jamie, what are you talking about? You didn't crowd me, I liked the way you touched me. But when you touched my stomach, all the negative things my ex-boyfriend said about my body raced through my head. He always said that with my weight I will never be desired by anyone, and that no one would ever touch me willingly. And I'm afraid that when we take the next step, and you see me naked for the first time, that you won't want me then. Because you realize that an Adonis like you and someone like me don't fit together. I don't have a body like Nat, Sharon or Wanda. My thighs touch when I walk, my belly wobbles when I jump and it's really hard to find sexy lingerie with my bust. I don't want you to be disgusted by me. " ashamed, you look down at the floor.

You just wait for Bucky to realize how broken you are and turn away from you. But that doesn't happen, instead an index finger slides softly under your chin and carefully lifts your head.

You look into uncomprehending eyes: "Why should I be disgusted by you? For me you are the most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out. You give me the feeling of being a normal person and not a bloodthirsty monster. You love me even though my left arm is a murder weapon, and you really think I wouldn't love or desire you just because your thighs touch when you walk? I'd love to go to your ex right now and show him why everyone is afraid of the Winter Soldier." Bucky's eyes darken.

Beaming, but still a tiny bit unsettled, you look at him "Are you serious?" your beaming gives him the confirmation he's been waiting for since you opened the door, he pulls you close and presses a kiss to your forehead

"As serious as I have ever been in my life princess. You don't want to know what thoughts went through my head all evening, and all because of your body and this dress." lightly he pulls at the hem of your dress.

"mhm and if I do want to know" through your lashes you glance at him, recognizing a slight hesitation on his face, which is confirmed by his next words.

"Princess, we don't have to do this if you don't really want to. i can control myself, this is all about y...." you don't even let him finish his sentence and press your lips hungrily to his. Immediately Bucky returns your kisses with just as much passion and pulls you so close to him as if he wants to melt into you. The hallway is filled with the sound of clashing teeth and light moans. Bucky's hands disappear under your dress and rest on your ass, while you anchor your hands firmly in his hair.

"Fuck Jamie" you whisper between two heated kisses, and lead him towards your bedroom. Once you are in front of the bed, you carefully push him onto it, so that he now lies in front of you all while staring at you with dark eyes widened with lust. Before he can move, you quickly straddling him, only to take his lips again with yours a few seconds later. You move your crotch, in quick, jerky motions over his and you can practically feel his erection growing. You let out a short shriek as Bucky suddenly turns you around so that you are now lying on your back and James is leaning over you. His hands trace your torso, from your shoulders to your waist, then your hips all down to the hem of your dress. He looks at you questioningly, silently asking for permission to remove this disturbing garment. The fact that he asks you for permission again, even though you've made it clear before that you want him, makes your heart flatter. You give your answer with a short nod and quickly sit up to help him remove the garment better. Now you are just lying in front of him in your coordinated black lacy underwear.

With any other man you would have tried to cover yourself, however bucky is not any other man, he is your man. And the look he is giving you right now makes even the last self-doubt disappear and gives you confidence.

James lets his gaze roam over you again and again, he can't get enough of your body "Beautiful" he whispers again and again. His hands trace the contours of your entire body. Praising you like the goddess that you are, his lips leave a wet trail from your collarbone down to your belly button. His lips stop at the waistband of your panties, and he spreads tender kisses on them, before he simply rips your panties in half and tosses them across the room. He ignores your surprised expression and buries his face in your middle, he lets his tongue slide through you slit a few times before he encloses your clit with his lips tenderly and carefully. As soon as he realizes that you like this action, he starts sucking on it a little harder. Your toes curl up and you bury your hands in his hair only to start pulling on it in your arousal. You try to stifle your moans, but you can't once James insert a finger into you.

The only thing you can get out from under your moans is a soft "Jamie, please" he looks at you with a mischievous smile as he inserts another finger inside you "What do you want princess, use your words" you throw your head back on the pillow and push your pelvis towards Bucky's hand. " Just fuck me already" it seems like he was just waiting for those words, in no time at all he has stripped off his clothes. You marvel at his massive length and lick your lips, Bucky bends over you once again and conquers your lips with his, before he positions himself in front of your entrance, with a deep look into your eyes and a whispered "I love you" he slides into you. You are not a virgin anymore but Bucky's size and the intensity of your act takes your breath away. You overstretch your head so that your neck is exposed, James takes advantage of this opportunity and sucks on the point below your ear. The complete feeling in your lady parts and the slight pain of Bucky's sucking on your neck, make you arch your back and push your hips even closer to Bucky's. He lets go of your neck, only to engage you in an intense and heated kiss before moving his lips toward your nipples, he starts to caress them alternately with his mouth.

You feel the walls in your pussy tighten more and more around Bucky's dick. With constant moans, you try to tell him "Ha..mie I...co" he looks at you smiling lovingly, the beads of sweat on his forehead and his disheveled hair make him seem even more beautiful to you "I know princess, me too, just let go" and you let go, with a loud "James" your head sinks even deeper into the pillows and your eyes turn backwards. Bucky's movements become erratic and choppy, the feeling of your walls contracting around him give him the rest and with a grunted (y/n) he spills his seed into you and drops his head onto your breasts, his arms instantly encircle your naked body, your fingers find their way into his hair again and you start massaging his scalp.

"I love you princess, more than life itself" James looks at you out of tired but incredibly content eyes before pressing a kiss to your belly then he rests his head on your breasts again.

"And I love you Jamie, more than you will ever know" you can feel it on your skin as his lips twist into a smile. Your hands find, each other and you intertwine your fingers together on your bare stomach. Slowly but surely, sleepiness overcomes you, and with Bucky's breathing on your skin and his now spent length still inside you, you give in to the tiredness and just like Bucky, you fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Still connected to the love of your life.

#fluff #angst #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes one shot #plus size Reader #Smut

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yelesomeblue · 1 month

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With the whole Ruin and Eclipse thing in chapter 12 of @sinclairmaxwellao3 Lambs and Slaughters I couldn't stop thinking about what Ruin, Moon, and Sun would wear for their respective weddings. I may color this later but for now I'll describe the colors.

Ruin I feel need to have a white tux with deep orange accents so he can match his murder husband's color. The vest would be the same orange color. Why white? Well he just gives me that white tux vibe for this kinda event.

Moon would have deep blue pants and cummerbund with a white jacket that has deep blue trim. Same with his bowtie. You know the same color blue as KC.

Sun is fairly simple with his white dress and deep neck line but his chest is covered with lace that's connected to a white collar. His bouquet is of course blood red roses.

#sinclairmaxwellao3 #fanart #mafia au #sun and moon show #bloodmoon x sun #Kill code x moon #eclipse x ruin

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valorfaerie · 5 months

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Ruby Soho and Cool Hand Ang Timeline

10/21/23 - Collision ep 19 - Memphis,TN - Flirting backstage

10/27/23 - Rampage ep 116 - Philadelphia, PA - Backstage, Ang grabs Ruby's arm to stop her from walking away, then checks her out when she does.

11/3/23 - Rampage ep 117 - Louisville, KY - Backstage, Ang offers Ruby his comb after Saraya messes up her hair.

11/10/23 - Rampage ep 118 - Oakland, CA - Ruby gets a bouquet of green roses delivered to her mid match vs Red Velvet. Backstage, we find out they're from Ang. Saraya and Daddy Magic are not amused.

11/18/23 - Collision ep 23 - Inglewood, CA - Ruby and Saraya vs Stat and Shida. Ang appears in the crowd wearing a Ruby Soho shirt. Ang comes out of the crowd to help Ruby up and gets clotheslined by Stat.

11/22/23 - Dynamite ep 216 - Chicago, IL - Ruby vs Sky Blue vs Anna Jay. Saraya, Daddy Magic and Ang at ringside. Anna has to remind Ang to focus on her, not on Ruby. Ang catches Ruby after Skye kicks her off the ring apron. Daddy Magic and Saraya have to pull them apart.

11/27/23 - Ruby Tweet - Salad Date that is interrupted by The Impractical Jokers.

12/1/23 - Rampage ep 121 - Minneapolis, MN - Backstage, with Saraya and Anna Jay while they're interviewed by Renee.

12/9/23 - Collision ep 26 - Montreal, QC - Backstage, 2point0 being interviewed by Renee and Ruby walks up with a Cool Hand Ang shirt on. Daddy Magic pulls Ang away.

#aew #ruby soho #angelo parker #i think that's everything so far #let me know if i've missed anything #ruby x ang

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pastel0rchid · 7 months

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Futuristic Lover (2)

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Chapter Two

Chapter Warning: Almost being mugged, being punched, reader gets called a 'bitch'

The hospital finally released (y/n) after a few hours once the bleeding finally stopped and she was able to walk on her own. She waits in front of the entrance to the ER with her hands wrapped delicately around the bouquet of roses she had received from ‘Spider-Man’.

Even though she doesn’t read or watch the news all that much, she’s sure she would’ve heard of this hero. While in the hospital, she decided to search for him with every word she could use…

He never popped up.

Her swirling thoughts were soon interrupted at the sight of her friend’s car driving up beside her, she immediately noticed the worried look in her friend’s blue eyes.

(Y/n) quickly dismisses it with a smile on her lips, just ready to get back to her apartment.

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It took a bit of convincing to get her friend to drop (y/n) off alone at her apartment, she said that she would stay the night if needed. But after a few words, and a promise to text regularly, (y/n) waves to her friend as she drives off.

Once inside, a relieved sigh leaves her lips before quickly searching for a vase to put the flowers in, deciding to keep the note with them instead of taking it off.

Her apartment was silent, this usually being perfect after working at a daycare all day, but today it just felt wrong.

With nerves at an all-time high, she gently fluffs the roses before going to put on a movie. Something that was light in tone and would help ease her nerves. A Disney movie would work, but which one?

(Y/n) grabs the remote to her television, flicking through the large amount of movies before deciding to put on Cinderella. A good movie with good songs, it’ll work for now.

As the beginning tune of the movie rings through the once quiet apartment, (y/n) decides that it would be a ramen for dinner night. Her eyes glance to the clock that read 11:00… she was in the hospital for five hours.

While her dinner cooks, she happily changes into comfy pajamas, deciding to just throw her soiled and ripped clothes into the trash. There was no saving them.

Finally on the couch and under a blanket with a bowl of ramen in her lap, (y/n) felt her body slowly relax against the cushions, softly humming along with Cinderella.

Hours had passed, and the empty bowl of ramen lay untouched on the coffee table. The television had auto-played through the next few movies, The Little Mermaid was on now, and the scene of Sebastian singing to Ariel about life under the sea played on the screen.

Brown eyes observe this peaceful moment through the large window doors leading out to the small balcony, giving him a perfect view of the figure sleeping on the couch.

His body was perfectly perched on the rooftop of the apartment across the street, his mask being gone lets his dark brown hair occasionally moved as the wind whipped around him.

His eyes remain on the girl sleeping on the couch, only moving slightly if a strain begins to appear in his thighs or calf, but he never moves fully from his position. He stays there, making sure nothing would harm the woman in her sleep.

But when the sun slowly began to peak over the horizon… he was no longer there.

About two and a half months had passed.

The daycare was finally rebuilt and approved for return. (Y/n) was there in the 12-18 month classroom, happy to see all of the children after so long.

Her normal routine was back, something she felt relieved about. With not much to do, her mind would often wander to the man and the bombing, leading her into a spiral of anxiety where she wouldn’t leave the house for a few days.

But now that she was working again, it became a very rare occurrence.

It was a usual early morning for (y/n): eating a small breakfast, getting ready for work, and heading to the small coffee shop on the way to work for her iced coffee.

The morning walk to work was her way of relaxing, allowing herself to clear her mind and think of what she would do with the kids that day.

With a smile and thanks, she takes her coffee, occasionally sipping on it as she heads to work. The sun had barely made it over the horizon, leaving the sky a beautiful shade of pink and blue.

In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered when she noticed a hooded figure heading her way.

Her heart rate increases as the grip on the cup in her hands tightens ever so slightly. She couldn’t help but see the image of the man at the daycare pulling out the button from his pocket.

Deciding to keep her gaze on anywhere but him, she tries to get herself to relax once again: it wasn’t him, maybe he was just cold? Nothing was going to happen to her… not again.

(Y/n) speeds up her walking, hoping to pass the man quickly so she could stop her worrying.

Her hope was quickly diminished when the man lashes out, snatching her arm to drag her into a nearby alleyway. Since it was so early in the morning, there was nobody around to witness what was happening.

Quickly struggling against the man’s hold, she smashes the cup of ice-cold coffee into his face, trying to either shock him or get it into his eyes.

It worked for only a second, giving her a quick chance at freedom before the man’s fist suddenly made contact with her cheek. The force was so much and so sudden that it caused her to stumble back against the wall behind her.

“You bitch!”

The man quickly towers over her, pushing her down on the ground and raising his fist to hit her once again.

(Y/n) hurriedly covers her face with her arms, trying to protect herself from the punch that never came. Before she knew it, the man had been thrown off of her, his back hitting the opposite wall with a harsh thud.

The situation was over as quickly as it had started, her (e/c) eyes widened at the sight of red-colored webs holding the man against the wall. His own eyes catch the figure towering behind (y/n), fear evident as he quickly scrambles for an apology.

“I’m sorry man! I didn’t mean to rough her up. Don’t take me back, you said…!”

The man’s mouth was suddenly covered by the same red webs, keeping him from saying whatever he was going to.

(Y/n) slowly glances up, finding Spider-Man had saved her once again, his masked gaze going from the assailant and down to her. The eyes on his mask squint slightly in a smile-like manner.

“We have to stop meeting like this, cariño.”

#reader insert #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv fanfiction #across the spiderverse fanfiction

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 8 months

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‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧

Rules:

- Pick 3 flowers - Pick a character to give these flowers too - Pick fluff or angst - Add a message

Characters I write for:

- Can be found here

Event Status: CLOSED

A/n: Some might have the same meaning, So if they do, then you can choose a better deeper meaning for them.

Welcome to my flower shop! Today is our Grand Opening! To commemorate this big day, you can have 3 free flowers to send to someone! Here is our selection along with their meanings!

1.) Anemone- Protection

2.) Anthurium- Hospitality

3.) Azalea- Fragile Passion

4.) Baby's Breath- Innocence

5.) Hibiscus- Rare beauty

6.) Hollyhock- Rebirth

7.) Zinnia- Remembrance

8.) Plumaria- New beginnings

9.) Primrose- Young love

10.) Pansy- You occupy my thoughts

11.) Nemophila- Healing

12.) Moonflower- Dreaming of love

13.) Lotus- Purity

14.) Marigold- Despair

15.) Larkspur- Strong love bond

16.) Peony- Bashfulness

17.) Cloven lip Toad flax- Notice my love

18.) Coreopsis- Always cheerful

19.) Crocus- Youthfulness

20.) Daffodil- Respect

21.) Buttercup- Charm

22.) Speedwell- Commitment

23.) Primrose- Optimism

24.) Ox-eye Daisy- Patience

25.) Mallow- Consumed by love

26.) Lily of the Valley- Good luck

27.) Delphinium- Levity

28.) Lilac- Wisdom

29.) Honeysuckle- True happiness

30.) Carnation (general)- Fascination

31.) Red- Deep romantic love 32.) White- Luck 33.) Pink- Gratitude 34.) Yellow- Rejection 35.) Purple- Impulsive 36.) Striped- Refusal

37.) Rose (general)- Admiration

38.) Red- True love 39.) Blue- Mystery 40.) Bud- Hope 41.) White- Loyalty 42.) Dried White Rose- Sorrow 43.) Black- Death 44.) Yellow- Friendship 45.) Pink- Comfort 46.) Dark Pink- Apperciation 47.) Light Pink- Grace 48.) Burgundy- Devotion 49.) Coral or Orange- Desire 50.) Lavender or Violet- Love at first sight

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

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danicadenniss · 3 months

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DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 12: He Lives In You

In Trolls Brotherhood AU, the brothers have to fight to sending all the trolls free from slavery. Dante Reyes dislike music around the village and stealing his fortune from him, Ivy and Rosiepuff believe that Clay is alive and he has new allies, Dante Reyes and his hunters trying to stop the people's protest of the trolls' freedom, while it's spread all the chaos it's have caused in the village.

Dante Reyes and his hunters screaming from the animals attack the village during the chaos, but they cleaned up all the mess and the disaster from being destroyed everything.

Elena Wallace: Reyes, stop all the madness! We're free all the trolls from slavery. Let's the trolls go now!

Dante Reyes: No! Never! We are so close!

John Dory: Hey, Reyes! Watch for bees!

He looked at the bees stared at them, the bees chasing him, his hunters, and the rest of aristocrats as they screaming into the stadium and the hunters were stung by them. Meanwhile Alder prayed to God for teaching Dante Reyes and his hunters a lesson for hunting trolls. Brandy laying down on the bed, as she groaned in pain. Alder looked at her, he writes down a letter to him. She struggled in her sleep. Ivy felt a breeze. Opening her eyes, she gasped when she finds herself in flower meadow. There were flowers of all types and colors, like a rainbow. She walked forward and caught a glimpse of some blue roses. She recalled these flowers when she gave to her husband as their anniversary gifts and when she had them in a bouquet for their wedding. She turned to her right and saw her husband.

Ivy: Branch, John, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, You've returned! (She gasped as the stranger smiled lovingly at her)

Spirit Thorn: Ivy? Is that you?

Ivy: Thorn? It's good to see you again after 20 years. (She ran toward him, she gave him a hug, sobbing, he gasped, he smiled at her, he hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go.)

Spirit Thorn: You're here! You're actually here! (Breakers a hug, he whipped her tears off her face, his lips against hers in a soft kiss, something he had been yearning to do for years. He pulled back shortly after, his lips still tingling from their kiss. Her eyes darted all over his face, his body, taking in every detail about his. Alder entered and he is worried about Ivy's daughter in law is in labor, he gasped and saw Thorn as a spirit.

Alder: Ivy, I heard about Clay is out there, and...Thorn?

He smiled at them, his hands on her chest, his green eyes looking up at her with the same love she had known.

Ivy: (whispered) I've missed you, Thorn.

Spirit Thorn: I have missed you too, my love.

Alder: How...

Spirit Thorn: My sons and their new friends fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters by sending the trolls free from slavery. That's will Dante Reyes, his hunters and the aristocrats a lesson for hunting them for their harm. Since I died from my injuries, I know, Alder, my love. I'm sorry for leaving the responsibility of raising John, Spruce, Floyd and Branch, you raised them alone but I am a spirit, I see Clay, I lives in them and it's was my final battle against Hernan Reyes and his hunters, and the fire cause explosion in the forest, I died from my injuries, they grown up as the warriors, the Maximals warriors guided Clay, they, Clay, Viva and their friends saved them from Reyes and his hunters. I watched over you, John, Spruce, Floyd, Branch and everyone else the whole time. I see Clay's alive and Rosiepuff helped along as well. You have done a good job raising our sons.

Ivy: I'm know, Thorn, Branch has grown up fine, John, Floyd, they are helping him to fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters, Spruce has a wife named Brandy and has 11 children, she is in labor and she giving birth to your grandchild, Clay is alive and he is out there.

Alder: We have to find them, (Thorn praying for them, he is in their hearts, he smiled at him.) Thorn? You're lives in us all, I'm missed you after 20 years. Your son were taken from us, Clay is alive and he and his friends Viva and the rest of humans save them. The Maximals are the ancient warriors.

Spirit Thorn: Branch, John, Spruce, Clay, Floyd fight against him and his hunters with their humans allies. They are adults. They can take of themselves. I visited them just as I am doing with you too now. They're healthy and they're friends, Branch will make Poppy smile and as the symbol of true love, it's time for me to return now. They will always return home, they loves his home and they loves me. They're fighting to defeat him and his hunters and send all the trolls free from slavery. Remember, Ivy, you are never alone no matter what. God want to help us all to be freedom from threat and slavery.

Spirit Thorn: I love you. Brandy and my grandchildren to say hi to me. (He managed to say and a smile appeared on her lips.)

Ivy: I love you, too, and you promise me, you're always be here, watching us all from above. (One of his hands came where her heart was and her smile grew when she felt it beating beneath her palm.) I love you. (Tears filling her eyes.)

Spirit Thorn: (whispered) I love you (brushing her lips against him in one last kiss, a single tear rolling down her cheek at the thought of letting her go. She pulled back and looked down at him, both their eyes regretful. It wasn't easy to watch him leave once again and their hearts ached with the thought of having him by her side again, he got on Phoenix and as they walked, she closed her eyes and silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ivy awoke with a start and sat up abruptly, panting, her heart pounding fast and loud into her ears. She took a deep breath, they ran to help them to send the trolls free from slavery.

Ivy: Boys, if you're okay, know that we're waiting for you four expert Clay and I'm know that each and every one of us loves you all. Please come home safely.

Meanwhile back to the village, Dante, William, Arthur, Victoria and Ignacio checking on the slave trolls, they set up for the arena, David and the soldiers put their armors on in the changing room. The brothers and their allies walked to the arena. Dante looked at them, they're angry stare at him.

Alpha Sapphire Soldiers #1: Let the trolls go now, or die!

Dante Reyes: No, not this time!

Spruce: Watch for lions! (The lions and lionesses came to the tournament, he and his hunters screaming in horror and they closed the doors, the lions and the lionesses digging the whole grounds, the slave trolls looked up at them as they heard he and the hunters screaming and they laughing at them, David got out of the room, he saw a man running away from the lions and the lionesses, a lioness chasing him as he screamed and the brothers laughed at them.)

Branch: (smirk) I feel like painting...you two. (They flipped the paint on them splattering blue and red paint all over the soldiers, the brothers laughed at them from up to the top.)

Dante Reyes: (looking up at the top and he got angry stare at them) This means war!

Victoria Kord: I agree with you!

Poppy ran into the church, she gasped and she found Dr. Ferrier dead in the church, William laughed evilly with his knife, he wearing Spring Bonnie suit with armors on in, Cady walked and called her father, they arrived at church, he grabbed her and put her in a cage, he took off his mask, he ran into to the church's hallways. Cady saw her father found dead, she gasped and sobbing as she mourning her father. Abacus saw Father Julius walked in the room. Damian and Janis comfort her, and the brothers saw Dante and his hunters, they ran into the room, Hank and his gangs used the butterfly nets and they caught them, Branch crawling and jumped onto table, he used his bow and arrow, by shot Hank's right feet.

Hank: YEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!

Max: (they looked at him, he ran out of the room. He growled at them as Carl screaming out of the room, Shaw grabbed him, Elena and Noah tackled him on the floor, they use handcuffs and arrested him and take him to the police.) What is that thing?

Hank: How's could you little monster?

William Afton: (looked at him and see Branch is on the table. Father Julius gasped, while he growled at him) How's did you get here? I don't want you scared people, all the creatures cause chaos to village.

Branch: Let's the trolls go now!

William Afton: I don't want all the trolls free from slavery, I will crush you! (He put his mask on, he

Branch ran into cage, he saw Poppy, they saw Victoria, David and the hunters walked to the church, she looked angry at them. Branch looked at the hunters, Dante grabbed him and he opened the cages, put him in the cage and closed it, he walked out of the room. He saw Poppy sobbing, and she heard his father's voice.

Spirit Thorn: Branch, it's time for your destiny.

Branch: Yes, I will!

Poppy: I felt bad for you and the rest of the clan. Don't you get it! I am sorry for everything!

Branch: Poppy, let's me explain, we'll end the slavery right now!

Poppy: Yes! I heard you about this, I love Branch! I ever met you! (Viva and the brothers, and the rest of the villagers gasped at them)

Branch: (smiled lovingly at her) I love you too, Poppy.

They shared their first kisses, her gray self changed back to flamgo pink skin, dark pink hair and her eyes is opened.

Spirit Thorn: Branch, John, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, you five will fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters, it's time Branch. (He proudly magnificently and decided to step down and his leadership to Branch.) My son, you are now the new leader of Glade Clan after our family ancestors passed down to every generations.

Branch and Poppy escape from the cage, and free his brothers and Viva from the cage, they got out from the church, Father Julius looked down, John punched him in the face and he passed out on the floor. Branch rallying all the trolls and the people of the village are ready to fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters.

Branch: For the whole colonies!

The Wildglade Clans: For the whole colonies!

The villagers: For the whole colonies!

Alpha Sapphire soldiers: For the whole colonies!

The elements are powerful, Earth, Fire, Air, Water, Ice, Lightning, Technology, Music, Light Magic, Lava, Metal and the other elements came all together to fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters and defending the whole colonies and the world. The hunters gasped, Dante got angry at the villagers.

Dante Reyes: What! HOW!

William Afton: I hope enough for all the creatures!

Victoria Kord: We don't let them to win!

The trolls are all free and prepared for the battle against them, the hunters gasped and they scream from them.

Viva: All, Trolls! For freedom! (All the trolls battles cry)

The elemental warriors arrived in the village, Noah and the other soldiers are fighting against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters. The final battle began with their battle cry.

Spirit Thorn: Branch, John, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, to fight for freedom and return home.

John Dory: Daddy?

Spruce: Pop!

Clay: Dad!

Floyd! Dad!

Branch: Father!

Dante Reyes: What's going on over there?

William Afton: What the hell is he!

The hunters looked at the warriors used their elemental powers against them, they groaning in pain, Cheetor, and the Maximals destroyed the Talons headquarters.

Dante Reyes: Stop destroying my fortune!

Victoria Kord: I can't believe! This is happening!

Spirit Thorn blowing the hunters around the village, he smiled at them, David used him spear, Floyd used his sword and combined with the elemental powers against him and knocked him down. Spruce throw his ax at Afton's armors, Cady used her knife and his chest, he groaning in his defeat, they arrested the hunters, Dante looks at Edgin and his soldiers fired with bows and arrows at him and his hunters. John threw bombs at Arthur and his partners as they scream and cover their eyes. The village policemen arrested them for their crimes.

John Dory: God want to send all the trolls free!

Spruce: They're no longer slave trolls no more!

Clay: We're not give up on the fight against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters!

Floyd: Rebellion Alliance Never Quit!

Branch: Yes, We will fight Reyes and his hunters for ruling the whole village, home and the colonies of his tyranny.

Spirit Thorn: John, you are the first oldest son of Thorn, Captain of the Glade Clan, Spruce, you are the second older son, the blacksmith of Glade Clan, Clay, you are the third and middle son of Thorn, you are a brave, kind and friendly to the humans kind, and a learner, Floyd, you are the fourth son of Thorn and a swordsmen of the Glade Clan and with all the elements came out from the lands, and finally Branch, you are the fifth and youngest son of Thorn and the new great leader of the Glade Clan. You boys must to fighting against the Talons Bounty Troll Hunters, Alder always taught all of you. I love all of you, boys and never, ever give up.

The brothers and the sisters: Now!

Dante Reyes: Hurry, up!

The brothers, the sisters elemental glowing along with their allies, the villagers, the trolls, the Alpha Sapphire soldiers and the elemental warriors, they used all their elemental powers against them all, Ignacio saw the waves as he screamed of his defeat, the hunters screaming in horror and their defeats.

Dante Reyes: NOO! (Branch and Sky laugh along)

They stared at him, Branch with a small smile, Poppy wiped at him, he tipped and she punch him in a fist.

Poppy: (heroic smile) Too bad, your fist in your mouth.

Branch fight against him, the brothers grabbed his leg and pulled him down from the ground. Branch used his elemental powers against him and his hunters, the hunters screaming in horror, glaring up at the trolls free from slavery and they arrested by the police officers. The nature are restored their homes, the battle is over,the Alpha Sapphire soldiers and the villagers cheered for the roar of their victory.

Harriet: We have seen it for ourselves. He's a legend and that's they remember Thorn as his legacy, his sacrifice and his life, he passed to Branch as the new leader of Glade Clan as a legend. Branch's girlfriend named Poppy. His brave brothers and her sister and the other trolls are all free from slavery.

Police #1: Dante Reyes, you're under arrest for violent crimes against humanity, destruction, fraud and terrorism experts slavery and murder. (They handcuffed on him and took him)

Dante Reyes: I was just kidding, come on for the trolls slavery and the music we hate. Everybody? I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU! And I always got away from those meddling villagers and the little creatures too!

The police report him behind bar in his own prison along with Victoria, David, William, Arthur and the other hunters, the people smiled at them for their bravery.

Harriet: Thank you for all, John Dory the Captain, Spruce the Fearless, Clay the Brave, Floyd the Swordtroll and Branch the Unbroken Spirit.

All the trolls leaves from their homes as they farewell to their allies, going back to home, the people waving to their goodbyes, all the trolls into the heart of the Wildglades.

They got home on time, Spruce heard a trolling crying and the brothers, Brandy see her husband, he see named Thorn II after his father, Ivy smile at them and she hugging her sons, Clay smiled at her mother, she hugging him.

Ivy: Boys, I'm glad you're home. Clay, you're grown up after 20 years. I miss you, son.

Clay: I'm miss you too, Mom.

Peppy: Poppy?

Poppy: Dad, I'm sorry for everything.

Peppy: It's okay, you're kind heart inside you. (Poppy smile)

Viva: Daddy, I'm miss you!

Peppy: I'm miss you too, sweetheart.

Few months later, after they dating, the wedding ceremony, the humans and the creatures lives in harmony, Alder smile happily at them and he pronounced them husband and wife. They cheered on them. Alder paint on his forehead and he spoke to them.

Alder: We're have our new leader of Glade Clan!

They have now lived in happy home with their allies, humans and creatures lives in harmony, Branch the Legendary Unbroken Spirit, Poppy and Branch got married after dating, since Reyes and his hunters are behind bars for now. They will always return home. To be freedom from threat and slavery for now.

The End

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