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hyperfixiation-station · 1 month

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🥺 hi. I get so anxious asking for requests. So I’m sorry if it’s weird. But could I please please Pleaseee get a ghost x fem reader. Hurt to comfort. They were on a mission and she’s there for medic help. Not even to fight. But she got taken by the bad guys. And she gets tortured for information that she doesn’t have. And they play mind games with her. Making her think that they will never come rescue her. They really fully break her body and break her mind by the end of it. But before she thinks she’s about to finally die, Ghost and the others come and save her. And it’s about how the only person she feels safe with after all that is ghost and just him helping her heal and get back to the woman she was before all this. I want it to hurt my soul. 😭 but then there’s hope at the end of it bc they have each other.

My Heart Will Go On

Don't be, I love when people ask me things, and I looooved this request so much!!! I too like to torturehave fun with my OC's :)

TW: Blood, torture, manipulation

Pairing: GhostxReader

Part 2

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all, actually. It was just another mission, another day on the job. You went out with the boys as usual, their assigned medic as theyghost refused to work with anybody else. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it was your soft demeanor, your gentle touch, the way you never judged himthem for anything hethey did. But whatever it was, they liked you, and so with them you went.

You hung back at the evac point, also as usual. Sitting in the truck, first aid kit on your lap, a comm in your ear as you listened to your boys and made sure they were all okay. It was a tense fight, gunshots and pained grunting filling your headset. You were on edge, rocking back and forth as you listened for your que to come in. In fact, you were so focused on the comms that you didn’t even notice the danger you were in until it was too late.

Your first cue something was wrong was when the comms went silent. The sounds of battle filled your ears for hours before getting cut off abruptly. Your hand shot to the comm link, fiddling with it as you frantically tried to reconnect, worried something was wrong.

“Ghost, do you copy?”

“Ghost?”

“Price?”

“Gaz?”

“Can you hear me??” Your voice got more and more panicked as you got no response. You yanked the headset off and shrugged your vest on, kit in hand as you slid out of the truck.

Your second clue something was wrong was when you looked up to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your face. You didn't even have time to ask ‘what’ before everything went dark.

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“Hello, princesa.” You blink hard as the blindfold is removed from your eyes. The light is blinding, the splitting headache you got from being pistol whipped only intensifying under the harsh lights.

“Who are you?” You manage after a moment, eyes slowly focusing on the man in front of you. He is large, easily over six foot, and built like an absolute unit. His face is covered by a black balaclava, though his scarred, tattooed forearms are on display.

“Don’t play stupid with me.” His voice is deep and smooth, and if you weren’t in the situation you are in you would have asked him to keep talking.

“‘M not! I don't-"

“Don’t lie to me Princesa. I don’t like liars.” A shiver runs down your spine as his tone darkens.

“But I’m-”

“Ah ah lovie, I am one asking questions here.”

“I wasn’t ask-”

“SHUT UP!” You flinch back at the drastic change in tone, the sound sending bolts of pain through your skull.

“Oh sorry Princesa, did that hurt?” Seriously, you are going to get whiplash from his bi-polar personality, “Forgot you have concussion. Let's get you Advil for that and then we see if you talk, yeah?"

You watch with blurry vision as he leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound sends waves of agony through your pounding head, and by the time you can focus again he's back.

All it takes is one well placed blow to the head, an attempt to get you to pay attention, and you're out like a light.

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“I don’t know anything I swear! Please! I don't know anything!” The sobs tear raggedly out of your throat, already raw from screaming. Your voice is scratchy and broken, but still you can't stop begging.

“I don’t know anything” You sob. Those words, I don’t know, had become your motto over the past few daysweeks(?)

“Oh Princesa. I know.” He croons, running a finger down your bruised face.

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Time was meaningless. Has it been 2 days since you were captured? Two weeks? Months? You don’t know. Your meals come at staggered times, and your captors never come at a routine time. The lights turn on and off at staggered times, nothing in a set pattern, a system created to mess with your mind.

Not that you know that. This wasn’t the kind of life you lived. You were a medic for heaven's sake. Your hands had been built to mend, to fix, to heal. Not to clutch at broken bones, to scratch against cement, to be chained and broken. You arewere a gentle creature, not designed for this world of torture and terror.

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"They no come for you." You moan as the words pound through your skull, nearly unintelligible.

"Wh'...y'say?" You mumble, voice scratchy and broken.

"You're friends, Princesa. They are no coming for you." He sighs and moves next you, prodding your side with his steel-toed boot, "You are replaceable, your skills are easily replicated, they no spend time and resources to find a simple medic."

"They…'ll c'me." You wheeze, refusing to belive that Price, that Gaz, that Soap, that Ghost, would just...leave you.

He laughs in response, digging his toe into your side until your gasping in pain.

"We shall see, Princesa. We shall see."

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You weren’t built for this. Weren’t built to recognize the manipulation, the mind games. Weren’t built to survive the two-face man who was reshaping your brain. The man who was your greatest source of pain, but also your only friend. The man that flayed your flesh open, but soothed and bandaged you when it was all over. This man, who was slowly becoming the only thing you could trust in your unstable world. He may bring you unbearable pain, but he brought you comfort too.

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"That looks bad, Princesa." The man lightly touches the bones sticking out of your forearm. You whine in pain, clutching it to your chest. He chuckles, wiping your blood off on the cell floor.

"Let's get that fixed up, yeah?" His voice is soft, and gentle, and the nicest thing you've heard in a loooong time. His touch is the same, gentle caresses of bruised and broken skin, revolting and appealing at the same time.

Oh, it's utter agony as he sets and stitches your arm with no pain killers. You scream, back arching, lungs heaving, body seizing.

But after? Oh it's heaven. He holds you, cradling you against his warm body, making sure you don't go into shock, telling you you're a good girl, and that you've made him proud. You hate yourself for it, but you can't help but preen at the praise.

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He brings you a calendar. One month. It’s been one month since you got taken.

“It’s been over a month.” He says, a deep voice tinged with pity, “and no sign of your…friends. I’d give up being rescued if I were you, because they clearly have.” You can barely hear him as you stare at the paper in his hands, 31 days marked off with big, bright X’s. 31 days that you have been trapped here. 31 days that your squad…hadn’t come for you. Is he right? Are they really not coming? Did Ghost really give up on you? Are you-

“Ay Princesa, I even did what you asked. I sent your squad pictures and videos that even the greenest tech member could pull some coordinates from, but nothing. It’s like I said. Your ‘friends’ don’t care for you. They are not coming for you. I am your only friend in this place. Tell me, who bandages your wounds, who feeds you, who makes sure your living space is comfortable?”

“Y-you do.” You whisper uncertainty, “But…you also hurt me, don’t you?”

“Oh Princesa, I wouldn’t hurt ya if y’ would just listen. It not torture if you're disobedient. It's just…punishment.” His voice is sickeningly sweet, “And you just back-talked me. Do you remember what happens when you try to give me sass?”

"I get…punished." You mumble, cheeks flushing with shame.

"Obviously, you fucking idiot. I mean how."

"I…you…I have to do affirmations."

"Look at that, y'r gettin' it!"

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"Say it again." He snarls. You sit in front of a mirror, face bruised, bleeding, and swollen.

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends…'re n-no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'v'ble…I 'm r'pl'c'…able." You whisper for the hundredth time.

"Again."

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'…able."

"Again!"

"I 'm r'pl'c'able, my friends 're no'...c'min'...I 'm no' l'vable, I 'm r'pl'c'…able."

He makes you keep going, repeating those 4 sentences until you literally can't make sound anymore, a fact he tests by seeing how much it takes to get you to scream. You pass out before he gets anywhere.

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"Ghost?"

"Simon?"

"Please."

"Why are you not coming for me?"

just FYI if the timing seems disjointed and the speech is wierd, that is intentiweird,

anyways I hope you liked it!!!!

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readychilledwine · 2 months

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Auralism

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Does this tiktok do something to you?

If you listen to his voice and suddenly feel true sexual arousal, you may have a form of Auralism. Auralism is the sexual arousal to sound. It could be voices, music, an ASMR trigger, etc. The most common in females is arousal from voices, and that's what I will be working with today. So, whoever your dream man saying "Hello Feyre Darling," is, I need you to think about him as you are reading this.

Auralism is a way of practicing what sex experts call "mindful sensuality" or the practice of using certain skills to enhance emotional and mental erotica. This typically involves using more senses than just touch and vision. Auralism focuses on specifically the sound aspect and a bit of imagination.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - degradation, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, inferred poly!batboys

Being High Lady of the Night Court held several responsibilities, but your least favorite was, and would always be, the Court of Nightmares.

Rhys kissed you one more time as the doors to the throne room sat closed. “We'll finish what we started later, I promise. I will not leave you unsatisfied for long.”

Gods, that timber. The purr. You felt his voice setting heat through your body and did the best to push the feeling away.

Rhys held the wine glass to your lips, watching you drink it as his hand ran the length of your inner thigh. His gaze went back to Keir, his eyes almost narrowing. “The High lady looks beautiful tonight, nephew.”

You felt the predatory shift in Rhys, felt the mating bond grow tight. “My mate is always delicious, uncle. You'd be smart to remove your eyes from her.” His voice went straight to your cunt this time, a wave of heat landing there. Oh really? His high lord voice always turned you on, the command of it, the strict tone.

Keir nodded, walking away, just as your thighs pushed together. His lips brushed your ear, that deep voice hitting you again. “I see I may have left you too desperate, my star.” His hand trailed the valley of your breasts, settling on your lower stomach. “I do wonder if I can get you off just from speaking. Is that possible, darling? To have you come on my lap with such little effort?”

You whimpered again. Head falling into his shoulder. Each letter off his tongue was dipped in honey, sending wave after wave of arousal through you. You kept your thighs together now, knowing in this dress spreading them would put your glistening core on display.

As if he sensed your feelings, he pushed them apart slightly, a growl escaping him and his eyes growing dark as he looked. “Cauldron boil me, you will cum from this, won't you? Have you gotten too good at playing the role of my whore, y/n darling? Should I fuck on you on this throne and let everyone watch?”

“Rhys,” it was meant to be a warning to stop, but it came out as a soft moan.

“You'll be saying my name over and over later, begging me to keep going as I fuck you so hard our bed breaks. You always feel so good, wrapped tight around my cock.”

Your core clenched, the coil starting to slowly build. “-and look at you now,” he continued. “Wearing an expensive dress, dripping onto my thigh. When this damned party is over, I will bend you over this throne.”

You moaned his name again. That purr was doing something to you that you've never had happen. “I bet if I spread your legs further, Azriel would be able to see how wet you are from his spot at the back of the room. Cassian can probably smell and taste you.”

The general had a small smirk on his face as he kept his spot behind Rhysand and the throne. Azriel had his eyes locked in you two, a single brow kissing his hairline.

“I might let them stay and watch if you wanted. Let them watch me claim you over and over until you're soaking me. Once I'm done with you, maybe I'll let them play too."

“Rhys-” You were so close, snuggling further into his lap, thighs pressed back together and rubbing.

“Uh-uh,” his hand pushed them apart enough for his pleasure again. “Your High Lord wants to see how desperate his whore is. Gods, look at you. Look at you clenching at nothing, about to cum from my voice alone.”

His name left your throat in a quiet needing moan and Cassian looked down with a full smirk now. A voice cold as death came from the other side of him. A voice Rhys knew you found attractive. “Release my High Lady from her misery.”

“Cum for me,” Rhysand whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. “Cum for us.”

The coil snapped, your back arching against his chest as Cassian placed a hand over your mouth. “And now look at you, coming with no effort on my part, forcing our general to have to cover your mouth so I don't have to kill everyone here to getting to listen to the noises that are for me and me alone. Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Rhys switched to his High Lord voice again. “Cassian, take the High Lady somewhere to clean her up.”

Cassian nodded, picking you up from Rhysand's lap as your high ended. “Come, my lady, let me take care of you.”

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reiding-writing · 28 days

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OH MY GODDDD CONGRATS IN 1 MILLION FOLLOWERS ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Could I request the colours red, with dialogue prompts 1 and 3 <3333

HANDKERCHIEF [CLIMACTERIC]

1. “You're bleeding.”

3. "They're so hot."

WARNINGS: mildly suggestive, guns, blood

spencer reid x gn!reader || ???? || 1.3k || climacteric event!!

a/n: add 3 zeros and then i’m at a million 😌 you see my vision of hot people (even though you don’t even watch the show 😭😭😭)

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Sometimes you wished you’d taken Morgan up on his offer for you to join his daily gym sessions, you did not do enough cardio to be chasing an armed assailant around without feeling the effects of it on your lungs.

He’d actually run out of pistol bullets about a quarter of a mile ago, so at least he wasn’t actively shooting at you any more, but you were still reeling from the shortness of oxygen in your system.

You were half debating giving up on the chase entirely. Spencer and Morgan were already way ahead of you and you were just playing catch up. Surely they’d be able to handle it on their own.

Or maybe not.

You can just barely see Spencer reach out to grab the unsub as he rounds a corner, and instead of actually managing to stop him, he’s met with a sharp hit from the back of the pistol in the unsub’s hand.

The sound of the contact makes you flinch a little, and you abandon your plans of catching up to Morgan as he continues the chase as you stop at the corner to check if Spencer is alright.

“Hey-” You call out to him breathily, staggering yourself to a stop through broken inhales once you’re a few feet away from his back. “Are you okay?-”

You hear a low groan from him, presumably in pain — which you definitely can’t blame him for — and then he’s turning to face you and your jaw practically drops to the floor like one of those cartoon characters.

He has his hand cupped under his nose, dark red spilling down the expanses of his fingers and pooling in his palm to leave small droplets on the floor below him, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he hisses through the pain.

“You’re bleeding-”

“I’m alright-” He gives you a half nod, his nose scrunching slightly as it brushes the side of his index finger and sends another sharp wave of pain up his septum.

You watch a small trail of blood trickle over the back of his hand, falling down between the crevices of his knuckles until it collects underneath his pinkie finger and lets gravity pull it onto the concrete at your feet with wide eyes, blatantly staring with no acknowledgement of what he’d said whatsoever.

“You don’t have to look so shocked, it’s really not that bad,” Spencer uses his left hand to tug a handkerchief from his pocket that replaces his right under neath his nose, the white fabric slowly turning red as his blood spreads through the fibres. “It’s probably not even broken,”

You again don’t acknowledge his attempts at waving off his worries, your eyes following his right hand as he lets it rest at his side, separated slightly from his leg so he didn’t stain his new slacks to instead let the lingering blood fall down to his fingertips.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows at your apparent distraction, causing another wave of pain to shoot up his nose and eliciting a pained groan from his lips.

It didn’t help your situation.

“Are you- Uh- Hello?” He tilts his head slightly at you, with a raised eyebrow, slowly removing the handkerchief from his nose once he’s sure his nose isn’t bleeding anymore.

“You’re so hot- I mean- you look- No- Your face- Your face is red and you look like your hot—warm—are you sure you’re okay?” You reach up to the back of your hand to press it against Spencer’s forehead in an absolutely horrible attempt at covering yourself under your running mouth, definitely digging yourself into a deeper hole in the process.

His face wasn’t even red. Well it was now but it wasn’t when you’d blabbed about him ‘looking like he was hot’. God what had you done? You’d managed to blab yourself into a pit and make Spencer uncomfortable.

“I’m- I’m okay,” Spencer gives another small nod as the back of your hand brushes his forehead, and you retract it the second he opens his mouth to stuff it in your pocket and look down at your shoes like the idiot you were.

Now that he was thinking about it, he was feeling quite warm. His cheeks honestly felt like they were burning, but it wasn’t a side effect of his nose bleed, they don’t cause temperature fluctuation unless you’re hit hard enough to get a concussion, and Spencer didn’t feel light headed.

He did feel a little dizzy though. The type of dizzy where you don’t actually feel dizzy but your stomach drops a little and you feel like your head is full of clouds instead of a brain.

“Sorry you uh-” You point a finger underneath your own nose with a small amount of hesitation. “You’ve got-”

“Hm? Oh-” Spencer brings up his left hand, contaminated handkerchief still held in his fingers as he instead chooses to wipe away the small staining under his nose with the back of his hand instead, leaving a small red streak on the surface of his skin. “Thank you-”

“Yeah no problem…”

The two of you stare at each other like you’re locked in a stalemate, both unsure of exactly what to say in continuing the conversation. You don’t have to wait too long before you’re interrupted.

“Damn you look like you’ve been mauled,” Morgan chortles shortly as he walks past the two of you with your unsub in cuffs being pulled along beside him. “You should be careful pretty boy you’re going to stain your pants,”

Morgan gestures towards Spencer’s right hand with his head, and Spencer finally breaks eye contact with you to look down at it. “Oh- Right- Yeah thanks,”

“No problem, now lets get this guy to the station so we can get lunch, I’m starving,” Morgan continues back to the SUV without waiting up for the two of you.

“Here let me-” You slide the handkerchief out of his left hand to pick up his right with it as a shield between his tainted hand and your clean one, slowly wiping away the starts of stains where the blood was oxidising around his fingers.

“Thank-” Spencer clears his throat animatedly. “Thank you…” His gaze flickers between where your hand was tending to his and the red dappled concrete beneath him like he wasn’t sure which one to look at.

The way you pulled the fabric down the lengths of each of his fingers felt oddly intimate, and that hazy cloudy feeling was slowly overtaking his mind again as his eyes settled on watching you work.

“Oi lovebirds lets go I’m hungry!” Morgan’s voice reverberated down the street and caused you both to physically jolt as you’re ripped out of the little atmosphere you’d trapped yourselves in.

You back away from him first, stuffing his handkerchief in his hand with a feigned cough before wringing your hands together behind your back and turning in Morgan’s direction. “Coming!”

This would have to be a conversation you saved for later.

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son-of-a-top-gun · 3 months

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Sky's the Limit (part 1)

Hello all, so I rewatched Top Gun Maverick last night and was inspired to finally finish this enemies-to-lovers series I've had in my drafts for literally months featuring everyone's fav sexy asshole Hangman!

Warnings: two idiots as usual, Jake being arrogant, innuendo, author fem!reader

Sky's The Limit

You take off your glasses and slump your face into your hands. You had been staring at the same blank document for the last two hours and still had not typed a single word. You hear the bar door swing open and chatter filling the bar, but you do not look away, instead keeping your face in your palms.

When your Aunt Penny had offered you the chance to stay with her in sunny San Diego over the summer to finish your long-awaited second book, you practically leapt at the chance. Back in New York, your agent, publisher and frankly every literary magazine were rabidly awaiting the next brilliant idea from bestselling debut author ‘Sky Bentley’. What you couldn’t tell them was that ‘Sky’ didn’t have a single clue what that brilliant idea was. So you had leapt at the chance to not be Sky, just for a little bit, while you tried to figure out your next steps.

You had only been in San Diego less than 12 hours before scuttling down to the Hard Deck. You had loved spending your summers here as a teenager, but hadn’t managed to come back since graduating from NYU. You had tried writing in the house this morning, but Amelia had some friends around and you couldn’t think with all their excitable chatter, so here you were. You knew the bar was pretty empty during the day, but the day was rapidly turning to evening and it was becoming less quiet. But you could tune it out. Until.

“You know darlin’, this is a bar not a library right?”

***

When Jake Seresin walked into the Hard Deck that day, he had assumed it was just another quiet evening as usual. He had strolled over to the pool table as usual, confident that he would win, as usual, when something caught his eye. Unusual.

There was a person sat in a booth, who was…working? It was hard to discern much, except they were wearing a baggy Top Gun T-shirt and what looks like short shorts, although they are sitting cross legged so it’s hard to tell. Judging by this and the messy bun, he thought it might be a girl, but he wasn’t not sure. They had a computer out, but their head was slumped in their hands, with glasses strewn to the side. He had never seen anyone try to work in the Hard Deck in the whole time he has been coming here, especially not at 5pm on a Friday.

“Who’s that?” He asked Javy, who is setting up the balls.

“Damned if I know.” Jake looked over in thought. Javy elbows Payback. “Hey, maybe we’ve found a girl in California that Hangman has managed not to sleep with.” Phoenix coughs. “Except you of course, Natasha.”

Jake smirked and started walking over. He loved a new game.

“Well, not for long.” Javy sighed. Nat considered the scene more closely. She had a good feeling about this.

“How much are you willing to bet?”

***

“Sorry?”

When you finally remove your hands, your vision is still blurry. You can tell there’s some sort of guy in front of you, in what looks like Navy uniform. Fantastic. It was hard to tell as you looked around for your glasses, but you had dealt with enough of these kinds of guys at family parties. Just another meathead who would say the same old shit as they always did.

“Pardon my manners, sweetheart but you seem to be lost. The library is -” Before he can finish, you cut him off.

“Oh yes, actually, I think I am lost. I thought I was at the Hard Deck, but from the looks of you this is where Chippendales go to die? I hope you don’t mind but I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling, thanks.”

You hear him laugh a little.

“I’m pretty sure we’re the same age.”

You look around for your glasses.

“Sure, whatever the Viagra guys keep telling you, buddy.” You can see him fold his arms out of the corner of your eye, but you ignore him, continuing to search for your glasses. Silence ensues for what seems like forever.

“I think you’re looking for these, Grandma.” He hands you your glasses, and you snatch them out of his hands.

“Thanks.” You put them on. You see him properly now. He’s tanned, blond and incredibly handsome, like he’s walked straight out of a Hollister ad. He leans back, arms still folding and biceps definitely flexing and your heart skips a little. Sure, it had been a while since you had gotten some, but then he smirks and it’s clear that he’s the sort of handsome asshole who knows how good-looking he is. You roll your eyes and straighten up, folding your laptop.

“I’ve gotta go. It was a real displeasure meeting you,” You stand up, but before you can turn around, you hear a familiar voice.

“Ladybug! It’s you!”

“Bradley?” At this point Bradley Bradshaw swans into the bar, wearing one of his usual god awful Hawaiian shirts and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ladybug?” Navy Ken raises an eyebrow. Bradley turns and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, I should have known you’d be sniffing around here already.” Bradley turns back to you. “You’ve had the pleasure of meeting Bagman, I see?”

“Bagman?” You mimic Bagman’s expression, complete with raised eyebrow.

“It’s Hangman. Although most people know me as Lieutenant Jake Seresin.” Jake winks at you. “At your service.” You scoff.

“If I’m at your service, I think I’ll rather die.”

At this point Bradley lets rip with a belly laugh, placing a hand on a bare stretch of your arm. You swear you see Hangman’s jaw tense a little.

“How do you two know each other again?”

“Me and Ladybug grew up together.”

“We’re old family friends. Bradley used to babysit me and my sister when we were little.”

“And look at you all grown up now, some bigshot fancy auth-” You shoot him a glare. Bradley is one of the few people in the world you’ve trusted with your secret, and you explicitly told him not to tell anyone. You just wanted a summer to be normal, with no pressure.

“Fancy what?” Jake looks you up and down.

“Academic. She’s a pHD student.” Bradley says immediately. Damn, that was quick, you think to yourself. You look up at him. Was Bradley always this good at lying?

“Yeah. English lit. Here working on my thesis.You wouldn’t be interested.” You make sure to put extra venom in the ‘you’.

Bagman’s furrowed brow offers a little fake smile, but before he can retort, Bradley leads you over to the other aviators. While you are a little tense going into the group of navy guys, most of them are immediately friendly. You struggle to remember everyone’s real names and call signs, but they don’t seem to mind. In particular, the girl, who is called Natasha, links arms and drags you off to a corner.

“Thank god you’re here. It will be nice to have another woman in the midst.”

“Honestly, it would be nice to just have someone who isn’t a pilot”. Her lanky WSO pipes up. “I heard you were doing a English lit degree.”

“Oh, er, yeah. It’s Bob right?” I mean it was sort of true. Except you had completed said degree about five years ago, but it certainly helped as Bob started enthusiastically talking about books. He was cute, and you were trying to reply, but you found it hard to focus when you could feel a certain pair of green eyes boring into you from the other side of the pool table. You deliberately refused to look in Hangman’s direction the rest of the night, until you couldn’t stand it any longer.

You stride over and gently put your hand on the guy who you think is called Fanboy.

“Do you mind if I take this?” You pick up the cue. He nods and you turn back to Hangman. “Right, are you going to play me or what?”

He tilts his head in disbelief. “Darlin’ are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Well, darlin’ If it means you stop staring at me like a wounded puppy all night, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The rest of the squad have all dropped their conversations to turn and stare at the two of you.

“Suit yourself.” He sets up the balls to break, before leaning over to whisper in your ear. “Just remember if it gets too much, you can always beg me to stop, Ladybug.”

You try not to react. After all, it’s better he thinks like this. Having watched him play the last few games, he was clearly a very good player, but you knew you have to play the player, not the game. As you break, the game begins fairly normally. He manages to pot a few in quick succession, looking visibly relaxed with a gloating smile over his beer. You deliberately shuffle, and readjust until you can tell he’s stopped looking at you. This is the time you make your move, potting several balls to take a significant lead. Jake turns back suddenly, his jaw slackening a moment before regaining composure. You can hear Bradley stifle a snigger. Being dragged around from base to base with few kids your age to play with meant that Bradley had grown up watching you whoop the ass of everyone you played at pool since the age of eight.

“Something funny, Rooster?” Jake’s head swivels around.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Jake starts playing more ferociously, almost clawing it back until you’re both got two balls left. You walk past.

“If it gets too much, you can always beg me to stop.” You look him up and down, before you whisper in his ear. “I like a man on his knees.” Jake’s cheek flushes and with that you pot the final two, claiming victory. You yawn. “I think I need to head home, but it was lovely to meet you all. Well almost all of you.” You blow a kiss to Jake, before waving goodbye and swiftly leaving after giving Bradley a hug. The rest of the group stand in stunned silence.

Jake raises one hand. “Don’t say anything.”

****

Jake lies on his bed. He couldn’t sleep. This was unusual. Well, not the not sleeping part. He always struggled to get asleep. At least, when he was sleeping alone. That’s why he made an effort not to. But tonight was different.

For one, it was rare for him to be alone in bed on a Friday night. But he had been so distracted, he hadn’t even managed to follow up with the pretty blonde who had asked for his number at the bar.

He couldn’t stop thinking about your stupid face.You and your stupid face and stupid glasses and stupid lips and the stupid way you said on your knees-

He got up and paced around the room.

This would simply not do.

Not only were you completely infuriating, but you beat the great Jake Seresin at pool. Bradley said you were here for the whole summer. So Jake had some time to get his own back. But how? He had noticed something odd about the way you looked at Bradley when he mentioned your pHD. Something was up, Jake could just tell, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. But not before he had a cold shower first.

part two

#jake seresin x y/n #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin x reader

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ledalasombra · 1 year

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The granddaughter Chapter 3 - a single family

Marinette entered her apartment, closing the door behind her. She checked if everything was organized, closing the curtains and windows, heading straight to her room. The day had been hectic, she was still jet-lagged, her anxiety over the conversation she'd had with her grandfather was at its peak and she was tired from dinner with Jagged. She took out her cell phone sending a quick message to her grandfather, letting him know that she was already home, as she had previously promised.

Mari: Hello grandpa, I just got home. We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep well!

Grandpa Al: Rest well my dear.

She smiled slightly when she saw the message from her grandfather that appeared on her cell phone just a few seconds later, placing the device on the table next to her bed. Marinette made a beeline for the closet, where she stopped in front of a dresser, reciting a few words almost inaudibly, with the palm of her right hand over the top. At the end, she opened the top of the furniture, removing the miraculous box, performing the sequence to open the box lid. She waited a few seconds until all the Kwamis got out of the box and started to disperse around the room. The young guardian smiled slightly. She liked to see the little gods free, even though she knew they would be creating chaos in the place.

"Okay everyone, you know where your food is. Remember the rules we talked about, try not to break anything and don't make too much noise, please. Sass and Wayzz, if you could hold on for a moment, I'd like to have a chat with you" she said watching the Kwamis disperse seeing only the two of them stay. She held out her hands for them both to sit down, moving towards the bed and watching Tikki enter the room through her peripheral vision. She sat on the bed, thinking about the right way to start the conversation.

"Did something happen, guardian?" She heard Wayzz speak, directing her attention to him.

"I need to know if you know the name Alfred Pennyworth" she said looking at the two Kwamis

"Masssster Alfred wasss a good holder. Masssster Fu judged him to be a reliable person with good instinctssss."

"Master Fu had a good friendship with him. It was a difficult decision to trust someone with a miraculous, especially after the disappearance of Nooroo and Duussuu, but he saw something else in Alfred. He said that his essence was in harmony with Sass. After we found him barely alive, Master Fu needed a lot of effort to make him well again. It took almost three days for him to regain consciousness."

"Alfred undersssstood that the miraculous should not be involved in the war directly and accepted its use very reluctantly. Monthsssss later with the end of the war, he returned the miraculoussss to Master Fu. We saw each other a few timesss after that, before Masssster Fu made the decision to hide." Sass completed watching Marinette carefully. "Both ssstayed in contact for many yearsssss and I can say that he, besidessss Marianne, wassss the only person that Masssster Fu trusted. May I ask where you heard that name Guardian?"

"Alfred is my grandfather Sass. I went to visit him today. I talked about my Mandarin teacher and then he started telling me about his days in the war. He said Master Fu made the same tea for him." She smiled slightly.

"That's great guardian. I said you don't have to go through this whole process alone." Wayzz smiled slightly looking at her "You don't have to do like Master Fu. Having someone to rely on is important and Alfred is certainly someone you can trust. Or do you think not?"

"He's the person I trust the most right now Wayzz" she smiled caressing little Kwami "I'll think about it. He knows that I know about the miraculous, that I've heard about Sass, but he doesn't know that I'm the new guardian. I don't I want to have to lie to him. Thank you both so much. You can go, if you need anything let me know." She stopped looking at the wall in front of her, lost in her thoughts. It would be a long night...

*********

The day seems to have gone by in one big blur. After having spent most of the night panicking about what to do about her grandfather, she ended up sleeping late and therefore missing most of the morning. Marinette had received a message from her grandfather saying that he would not be able to meet her during lunch. She took the opportunity to cut the fabrics that had arrived in the early afternoon, then getting ready as she was going to meet her uncle in the late afternoon to go out. As soon as she left the apartment, she already found the car stopped, seeing the bodyguard outside.

"Bruno! How are you? We almost didn't talk yesterday." Marinette spoke with a wide smile heading towards the bodyguard. "You were too busy keeping the paparazzi away…" she said as she got in the car next.

"In the rush that Jagged puts me through, mia cara…" he smiled, getting in the car right after. "It's good to see you mia bella. It seems happier outside the city of love…"

"I think I am? Things are simpler here" she smiled slightly turning her attention back to the rock star

"Jagged, Penny... Did you have a good day?" She greeted the couple in front of her "where are we going? You said everything and nothing yesterday Jagged and I'm just riding the wave with you" she laughed, seeing jagged smile and Penny smiling and shaking her head.

"Own M, we're going to see my childhood friend Bruce. I think you're going to love him and his kids. They've been trying to convince me to bring you here for years."

"Bruce?" Marinette asked looking at Penny

"Bruce Wayne, billionaire and extravagant. His children are... one of a kind, you might say. It's a short drive from here to there. We should get there quickly, the apartment you've chosen is in a great area"

"Ah… yes. Remember yesterday I mentioned that I was going to see my grandfather?" Marinette laughed lightly at the incredible coincidence. That's probably why Alfred couldn't go out today.

"Yes, you spent the afternoon with him yesterday, didn't you? I thought you were having lunch today?" jagged replied

"So he can't just come…" Marinette stopped talking as soon as she heard her cell phone ring, quickly apologizing to the couple, frowning. "Do you mind if I pick up?"

"Make yourself at ease dear.." replied Penny

"Adrien. How are you? It's kind of late to call me, isn't it? It must be close to 11 pm in London." She spoke as soon as she picked up, listening to him speak and responding with simple words and quick responses. "I told you I wasn't going to tell you where I was Adrien…" she sighed as she noticed the car slowing down.

"Here we are. M, do you want some time?"

"You can go Jagged, I'll see you soon." She responded to the rock star turning her attention to the phone when she saw both of them get out of the car "Adrien, I told you I was going to follow Jagged on his tour for a while. I won't go into detail with you." She replied in quick French, in a low voice, getting out of the car and turning her back to the door of the mansion beside Bruno.

Jagged and Penny got out of the car and stopped in front of the door, which was already open, with Alfred waiting outside to welcome the guests. Raising an eyebrow slightly at the sight of his granddaughter talking on the phone and gesticulating quickly, the butler turned his attention to the couple in front of him. "Mr and Mrs Stone, it's always a pleasure to see you again"

"Heya Alfred, how are you? It's been a while and it looks like you haven't aged a bit." Jagged said hugging the butler

"I guarantee the guys have added a fair amount of gray hair to my head," he replied to the rock star who laughed at the comment.

"It's always good to see you, Alfred. I hope we're not bothering you by coming so suddenly." Penny commented as she greeted the butler.

"It's no bother. Let's go inside and I'll come back for the young lady. That way she'll have the privacy to end her call." he spoke indicating the way for them to follow, leading the couple to the living room where the family was talking animatedly.

"Heya Bruce my friend! It's been a long time! My goodness, they don't stop growing…" Jagged said as soon as he entered the room seeing the boys in a heated discussion. The loud talk stopped almost immediately with the arrival of the singer and his wife "I'm getting old…"

"Jagged, it's always a pleasure to see you. You haven't changed a bit! I was surprised when I heard you were in Gotham. I thought you were on tour." Bruce replied as he watched the two enter the room, hugging his friend next. "Did you decide to take a vacation?" The eldest smiled.

"Nah… my life is on stage. I came to see if my niece was well accommodated, she came here to attend Gotham University." he replied as he greeted Bruce's children in the room. "Dick, my boy, did I hear you have a daughter now?"

"Yes, she's traveling with her mother. She should be back in a week or two… she's already 5 years old." Dick responded by sitting down after greeting Penny and Jagged.

"Geez, I'm old" he joked taking a light slap from Penny on the shoulder.

"Oh no need to exaggerate Jagged… your kids are the same age as Mari and if you're getting old that means I am too" she told him "It's good to see you again, I'm glad to hear you're doing well." she said turning her attention back to the patriarch "Thank you for having us Bruce."

"It's always a pleasure to see you again. I'm glad you decided to stop here, it's been what... 5 years since the last time you came." Bruce said making a thoughtful face

"Oh Man.. has it been this long since we've seen each other?" Jagged exclaimed "Whenever I go through Gotham you're busy."

"It's been more complicated every year…" he smiled politely "I thought someone else would come with you... your design, if I'm not mistaken"

"Yes, my honorary niece!" He smiled extremely enthusiastically "Mari is on the phone outside, we thought it best to give her some privacy with the discussion she was having with her ex over the phone.."

"Jagged" Penny cut him off, pinching the bridge of her nose "you know she's very private…"

"Oh come on Pen, you know they broke up because of him and now he's running after her asking her to come back… He is a good guy, but I won't let him make her suffer like this. Especially after all the trouble he's caused with the media."

"Media? If he is famous, the paparazzi certainly must have made a mess of the relationship" Tim commented, taking a sip of his coffee and remembering the countless times that the family was involved in similar events.

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Ok guys, sorry for the delay, but my life is crazy. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I hope you all enjoyed it

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sleepingsun501 · 1 year

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Same Heart, Same Blood

Character(s): Fives, Rex, Kix, Hevy's ghost

Summary: Fives' near-death experience after getting shot.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Character death, near-death experience, talking to dead people, coma, organ transplantation mention. (Lmk if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: This goes along with my work Set to Stun, so if you haven't read that, I highly recommend you do!! This is all based on a late-night headcanon discussion, my being sick, and very little editing, so I hope it's not too rough. I also apologize for any medical inaccuracies. But hey, Star Wars medicine! Special thank you to @rexxdjarin for talking me through the organ transplant HC, and to @writingbylee for letting me use her bacta HCs!! You're both awesome!!

Same Heart, Same Blood

He was floating, oddly disconnected from his body but still trapped within its confines. His hearing was irritatingly muffled, and he could not tell up from down or left from right anymore. He was simply there.

Through the cottony filter, he could hear what sounded like Rex, but he could not tell what he was saying. The brash voice of General Skywalker was there, too, but it was quickly fading, replaced by another brother’s voice.

“Six… minu… nee… mo… him… ow…” said the distorted voice. “ves… kno…in…ther… Fi… ang… on.”

He barely felt a pinch in his neck before an ethereal coolness enveloped him, taking him deeper into the welcoming darkness. He let himself drift, unable to do anything to stop it, and was content that he had done all he could.

***

Fives opened his eyes but saw nothing. The inky blackness was all-consuming, but it did not cause him any alarm. There was no need for panic. The deep dark space was calm, tranquil, and welcoming in an odd way. He was no longer in any pain, and there was no danger, no war, and nothing left to fight for. Peace at last.

Was this where death had brought him?

Before he was done registering the question, he saw a wisp of the most beautiful blue glide in a ribbony trail past his vision. Another quickly followed on his other side, splitting through the dark like hyperspace trails. More and more streaked across his line of sight from all around him, and he tracked their movement until he realized they were leading him away from wherever he was.

Fives took an automatic step, not realizing he had been standing on anything at all, and joined the swirling colors in their dance to wherever they were headed. He could not tell how long he walked, for there seemed to be no concept of time at all, but the wisps soon blended and faded into a warm, misty glow. He had no name for the color of the space, but he could see movement in the distance beyond—a figure drawing closer.

“Hello?” he asked. His voice sounded like his own, but it was also more like an echo in his head.

The figure took shape and became more solid the closer it got, and Fives wondered why his heart was not beating through his chest. He knew them—the tattoo on his jaw was unmistakable.

“Hello, Vod.”

“Hevy!” Fives breathed, reaching out for his long-dead brother.

Hevy’s semi-corporeal form reached back, locking a hand around Fives’ neck and bringing their foreheads together. “You did good, Vod, but it’s not your time yet.”

“What?” Fives asked, feeling like he should have been shedding enough tears to fill Kamino’s oceans. The wisps around them started moving faster, becoming brighter, until they were whiter than Fives’ could bear to look at directly. “You’re dead. So, am… am I?”

Hevy released him and gave him a gentle, familiar smile. “There are many things you still need to do.”

“Hevy, I-I don’t u-understand,” Fives stuttered, but the hand on the back of his neck gripped him more firmly.

“You will. Just listen for the echo.” Hevy removed his hand and suddenly began to fade into the bright wisps around them.

“Echo?” It was only then that Fives felt a surge of panic. Echo was dead. But why had Hevy come to him instead? “Hevy, wait! Where’s Echo?!”

Fives felt a hard tug behind his navel, pulling him into the bright light. “Where’s Echo?!” he kept calling. “Hevy!”

***

Beep… beep… beep…

It was a sharp, repetitive sound ringing in his ears every few moments. It was downright annoying. It was too bright now, pain shooting through his head.

Pain.

Once part of him had registered it, he became aware of it all at once. Every muscle, every limb, every inch of him down to his toes ached. He felt like he had been hit head-on by the Resolute jumping to lightspeed. His throat was dry, his lips hurt, his bones ached, and his lungs felt raw. He squeezed his eyes shut harder against the bright light, and even that hurt.

“…aking up,” said an urgent voice somewhere in the distance. “Contac… Rex…”

Fives groaned, realizing there was some kind of obstruction in his throat. He coughed against it, and it was quickly, albeit painfully, removed. As he slowly came around, blinking his crusty eyes furiously, he realized it was Kix hovering over him.

“Welcome back, brother,” Kix nearly laughed, smiling down at him. “Hang on, this will make you feel better.” He picked up a line and injected a generous amount of myobacta into it. “Thought we lost you there for a while, Vod.”

Fives tried to form the words he wanted to say, but he ended up in a hoarse coughing fit instead. Even as the bacta spread through his body, everything still ached.

“Easy, easy,” Kix soothed, elevating him into a reclined sitting position and adjusting the overhead light so it was not directly in Fives’ eyes. “You’ve been out for a few weeks, and you’ve got a new heart. It’s gonna take some time for you to fully recover. Just try to relax for me. I promise you’ll be all right.”

A new heart? Fives wondered. He lifted a weak hand to move the medical gown aside and looked down at his chest. There was a long, new scar over his sternum and a blotchy burn scar that was still sealed under a bacta patch on his left pec. No wonder everything hurts.

His thoughts were still disconnected and sluggish, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he had known since he was a shiny that the bodies of fallen brothers were often recovered after battles, and their organs were harvested and put into stasis in case another clone needed a replacement organ. It had always made him feel like the Kaminoans had done that purposefully, just to reinforce how expendable they were. He had tried to own it all the same, recalling telling the cadets on Kamino they all had the “same heart, same blood.” It was one of his more poetically symbolic moments, and he remembered Echo saying it would make a good tattoo.

Even though the dark truth was hard to admit, and it made him angry that such a thing as harvesting organs from fallen clones would be necessary, he also knew it had probably saved hundreds, maybe thousands, of other clones’ lives over the years—now including his own.

“Hey, you listening to me?” Kix asked.

Fives nodded weakly, thankful that Kix had moved the unforgivingly bright light. He had to wonder what had happened to him, though, to warrant receiving another brother’s heart. Kix’s bedside manner was also never this good unless someone had really been through hell, but he did not have long to dwell on the thought before the door burst open.

Rex came surging through the door as if he had sprinted the length of the Military Complex parade deck at full speed without stopping. He looked a little worse for wear, sporting an expression that was somewhere between elation and relief, and a new pale scar on the side of his head.

“Fives!” he all but laughed. “You’re awake!”

Fives nodded again. Why did everyone keep saying that? He had never fallen asleep that he could remember. He was with Hevy, and before that…

It all came flooding back in a rush. He remembered the plot, warning Rex and the general, picking up his pistol and screaming in a panic, aiming it at the red-clad Corries sent to take him away. He had been shot. Commander Fox had shot him directly in the heart. He remembered the searing, burning pain as his heart had ceased to exist in his chest, reduced to carbon and ash from the plasma.

“Fives? Hey, talk to me,” Rex said, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“He needs to rest up a bit. Here, drink a little of this if you can,” Kix said, bringing a straw to Fives’ chapped lips. When Fives did as he was told and made a scrunchy, disgusted face at the bitter taste, Kix chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the reaction I expected. He’ll be fine, Captain.”

***

Hours later, Rex had still not left Fives’ side, explaining at length what had happened. They had figured it out after all.

“You made me and Kix dig further into your warning, and we found out the truth about the chips in our heads,” Rex explained, pointing to the healing scar just past his right temple. “We uncovered a whole plot by the chancellor to destroy the Jedi Order, and we would’ve been his tools if you hadn’t tipped us off. The Jedi managed to remove him from power, and he was promptly executed.”

Fives had slowly regained his voice, but he still sounded like he had been screaming over blaster fire on the battlefield for too long. “Still can’t believe I got shot,” he snickered hoarsely. “Can’t say I blame Fox for doing his job, though.”

Rex’s lips pressed into a tight line and twitched at the corners into a tense smile. “It wasn’t his fault, Fives. He doesn't remember doing it.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was Palpatine, too. He’d been manipulating Fox’s chip like a test dummy for years. It caused him to have memory blackouts. Cody found records of it in a journal Palpatine kept while they were sorting through the intel after he was executed,” Rex explained.

Fives grimaced. Even fresh out of a coma, his blood boiled because of all the injustices and inhumanities every clone had endured, all for Palpatine's war. They were human, and they deserved to be treated like humans from the beginning, given rights and choices—not manipulated like programmed droids. “That’s fucked up.”

The captain nodded, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his clasped hands. “Actually, Fox said he wants to come visit you—as long as it’s all right with you. Says he wants to apologize and hopes you can forgive him. He’s been pretty beaten up over it.”

“Nothing to forgive. He can come anytime and I’ll tell him myself,” Fives said with a genuine smile. He could not help the wave of grief that swept over him, though. None of this should have happened to any of them. “I just wanted to do my duty, what was right.” Fives’ said sorrowfully. His already hoarse voice cracked. “For Tup, too. He didn’t deserve to die the way he did.”

Rex nodded solemnly in agreement. “But you saved us all, and Tup’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain. With Palpatine dead, peace talks have started all over the galaxy with fracturing Seppie worlds. The CIS is falling apart, but there are a few holdouts that keep fighting. I’m headed to Anaxes with Cody tomorrow. They are proving difficult to counter. It’s like they know our moves before we make them.”

Fives gave a cheeky smile, one that still showed all of the inner fire he still possessed. “I wish I could be there with you, sir.”

Rex squeezed Fives’ atrophied bicep reassuringly. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of fights left for you once you’re better. Kix might actually skin me alive if I try to sneak you out.” He stood and gathered his bucket, chuckling with his vod before making for the door.

Tell him. Fives thought. He should know. “Rex?” he asked, causing the captain to pause. “I… I know this sounds crazy, but while I was out, I saw Hevy.”

“Your batchmate? The one who died on Rishi Station?”

“Yeah, him. He told me that it wasn’t my time yet, and… he told me to listen for the echo. That’s when I realized… wherever I was, wherever Hevy came from, Echo wasn’t there.”

Rex looked skeptical, furrowing his brow and eyeing Fives curiously. He had his suspicions about an afterlife, but after spending enough time around the Jedi, he had long decided nothing was too farfetched. “You think Echo may still be alive?”

“I don’t expect you to believe me. I’m not sure I entirely believe it myself,” Fives sighed, shaking his head. “But I just have a gut feeling, you know? Just do me a favor and… listen for him, I guess.”

The captain offered him a confident smirk and a nod. “I’ll keep my ears open.”

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hazbinextgeneration · 3 months

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Demon Bride Ch38 Blood Is Thicker Than Water

(Warnings!!: Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, some blood being mentioned, mentioning of death, mentioning of wounds and a broken leg, mentioning of reader's head exploding. Slight mention of nudity at the end.

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Enmu watched as her body went rigid, cold to the touch under his hands as he fondly watched the life drain from her face and look as pale as a corpse. Large purple eyes stared at him in shock. Before they slowly rolled into the back of her Head, and her body went limp-

"MOTHER?!" pale hands reached up as the woman collapsed into Enmu's awaiting arms. Instantly rage filled green-red eyes snapped at the perverted figure daring to hold what was HIS. "What did you DO to her?!"

"Me? I've done absolutely nothing." He smiled down at the half-concious woman. Her pale and defeated completely was so adorable on her.~ It sent a shiver down his spine.~ She was sure to be careful maneuvering her limp body into a more comfortable position in his arms as the boy flung his sleeves back and held up both hands threaded by webs- "Now there's no need for that. She just half fainted is all. The news probably only shocked her slightly."

"Slightly?"

"She'll be fine in a few minutes. Don't worry."

"How do you know?'

"I'm a doctor.~"

"YOU'RE A PERVERT!"

A groan filled the air as the woman moved in Enmu's arms..And your head raised. What was-...It felt like you just woke up in the morning again, but in an uncomfortable position. Your eyes blinked back black splotches and slowly your vision focused until you could make out something. A face with teal eyes and a giggling mouth smiled down at him.

Enmu giggled more at your blinking face before humming. "Hello, Darling.~ Did you sleep well?~'' A hand smooshed his cheek as it pushed his face away.

"A-Alright you. Back it up a little bit there." He chuckled more before pulling you slowly back up into a standing position and removed his hands when you shooed him away from your body. However you were still... confused. "W-What...What happened?"

"You fainted," Enmu bluntly said with a smile, "But because of your body's new regeneration abilities, you recovered back quickly. My how fascinating.~"

"I don't... understand."

"Then you're going to want to sit down for this. There's a lot for me to explain." He hummed spotting your futon and gestured. "Take a seat.~ Rui, dear. Why don't you be a good boy and help Mother into bed?"

"I don't take orders from you!....But you are a reliable doctor so alright." A pale hand took yours and led you towards the futon.

Enmu took his time to go back to the open door, peek out, and say to someone. "Go away. No one is to come within fifty feet of this room. Or there will be such delightfully painful consequences.~"

Before closing the door and turning on his heels back to you hands clasped in front of him watching as you slowly sat down in the soft silk sheets of the futon assisted by Rui. Silence rang out as the three of you just sat there facing one another in the tense silence... before Enmu inhaled and clapped his hands together.

"So...How much do you remember before you fainted?"

"Most of it. You know...It's not nice to joke about that type of stuff. I know you're kind of amusement is sadistic but-"

"Oh no. I was a hundred percent being serious. You are definitely of demon blood," he spoke in a happy blunt tone making you freeze. "Will you faint again?~ It was so cute the first time."

You continued to stare at him letting your numb mind recharge at his words before your eyes widened again. "....I dunno. I guess it depends on how you explain it to me which would be nice." You eventually mumbled out in a ln almost shocked state which left Enmu giggling again.

"This isn't funny! Why don't you stop laughing and explain yourself before I lope your mouth off!," Rui threatened again straining the webs in his hands-

"Relax.~" Enmu held up his hands like it was the most casual thing ever. "I'm going to explain everything." He stepped towards the futon with a hum. "That's the other reason I'm here." He sat down with a smile. "So tell me how much you know about the situation first."

".... Literally nothing." You finally frowned now. "Why don't you tell me?"

"Gladly! But I will warn you to brace yourself. It all started when I first examined your blood a few months ago. You see from the moment I met you it was obvious that there was something different from any other humans I've met." Wait..so bluntly? Just jumping right into this huh? Ok. You guess you were doing this. Your expression made him give an amused smile. "You see when I first brought back your blood it smelt like flower smelling perfume, but I only thought it smelt that way because you were wearing perfume at the time. However when I opened the vile containing your first sample I nearly died from inhaling the smell."

Your brows shot up. Enmu almost died?!From smelling your blood?! HOW?! Blood would just have a coppery smell to it wouldn't it? Or in your case flowers, but how could anyone die from smelling flowers?! Was he allergic to pollen or flowers? He mentioned before not liking perfume but those didn't make sense either. You weren't a flower and couldn't produce pollen or anything else like a flower except for the smell part. You couldn't help but give him a worried look.

"Are you alright?!"

He chuckled and waved a hand. "Perfectly fine. If I wasn't I wouldn't be here, but that doesn't matter now. My point is that human blood doesn't do that. Smell I mean at least not like flowers. You see...Human blood smells like the metal known as copper-" See? You were right!! "-with maybe some iron to it, and it has the human's personal scent on it. So different blood from different humans will smell slightly different as it'll be from different people."

"Ok. That makes sense so far," you said nodding trying your best to follow along with his medical talk, "But how would that kill you?"

"Well to be blunt, your first blood sample smelt so heavily of wysteria that I went into a choking fit as soon as I opened the bottle."

..... Wysteria?

"Wysteria? You mean that purple flower that grows on trees?" He nodded. Wysteria?...At this point you weren't surprised to know your blood smelt like another flower but why was that so bad?

"You see there's very few things that can easily kill a demon. The wysteria plant is one of those things. Not only is it highly dangerous to our health but it's so poisonous that even inhaling it's scent in perfumes can kill a weak demon or make them extremely sick," he explained and you stared shocked. "Luckily I'm not a weak demon and your blood was easily contained so it didn't give me more than a massive headache for a few days, but that was when I knew you were no ordinary human. Because you must understand Y/n, human blood...Does not do that. However demon blood can have many affects to it."

"But ... I'm not a demon."

"That's what I thought so at first too but no matter how much I tested the first sample I couldn't find any explanation for your smell. You see at first your blood looked the same as any other humans blood cells. I couldn't find any natural explanation for the smell. There wasn't any contamination or anything of the sort so I decided to get another blood sample when your leg was healing. Your leg gave me the second clue to my theory."

"...My leg?" You gave your leg a look, the one that had been hurt by that demon so long ago. "How?"

"You see from what Kyogai told me how your condition was when you first got injured, you're leg should've been completely shattered...but it wasn't. It wasn't even broken. It was a small fracture instead. Yn. Humans don't heal that fast.." His head tilted as you stared at him. "Again I didn't think much of it at first, I chalked it up to Kyogai and his healer not knowing a lot about human anatomy. I mean that was the whole reason why he called me, but over time it got harder and harder to explain. You healed up faster and started walking around unlike any other human I've ever seen. And again your second blood sample provided nothing... Except for one thing."

"What?" You were starting to feel woozy at this point. It made your head spin.

"Well.. your red blood cells still looked human but their was two different blood cells mixed up with them. Those being the blood cells of two different demons." His eyes became half lidded. "Those two demons were none other than Mr. Kyogai and Kaigaku. Somehow their DNA got mixed up within your body. Can you tell me why?"

"WHAT?!" You gasped at him and felt stunned. Your blood mixed with Kyogai's and Kaigaku's. Was that the cause of everything?! But....How? "How?!"

"Well there's three ways. You could've had a blood transfusion from the healer but I already asked Kyogai about that and he said no such thing has happened. You could've eaten their blood-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!! ARE YOU CRAZY-... DON'T ANSWER THAT!! NO!! IM NOT A CANNIBAL!!"

"Then the only logical explanation is that you three unknowingly contaminated your body by mixing together blood through open wounds," he said with a wide, excited grin. "Now tell me...Was there any wounds you both had at the same time that might've allowed it to happen?~"

"NO!! I would've never just rubbed wounds with them! That sounds disgusting!!" You threw your hands up to your face wanting to facepalm. "I couldn't ha-" Your body ran cold. Your hand one inch away from facepalming your head when you noticed something on the palm of your hand. A small barely seen scar from long ago. Left behind by a demon chase through the woods and into Kyogai's mansion. You just stared at it for a long time as Enmu frowned at your sudden frozen body. "......Oh my gods."

"What is it?"

"I did have a cut." Your hand slowly lowered until it hit your lap and everyone could see the faded scar running across the palm of skin. "....I had an open cut on my hand when I helped clean Kyogai's wounds ages ago."

"Let me see.~" Your hand was quickly snatched up by Enmu who hummed and rubbed a thumb along the barely present marking.... before nodding. "That would do it." He looked back up. "But what about Kaigaku? It couldn't have been when you all got into a fight with the Hantengu Brothers. I got the contaminated sample before that happened...Is it possible you fought when he first met you?"

You shook your head. "N-No! I didn't have any cuts then and he didn't harm me. And I never saw him with any woun-" Again you froze going wide eyed. "Wait a minute. Yes I did. I did see him with a wound!" Enmu blinked as you grabbed onto his arm. "Months ago he was at Kyogai's garden with a wound on his cheek. I cleaned it for him ...A-And I had a paper cut on one of my fingers at that time!" You remembered now. You got a paper cut while reading to Eri and Kaigaku was too stubborn to clean his own wound so you made him hold still while you did it.

Enmu slowly nodded thinking. "...That would explain why their demon genes was mixed in with your human ones."

"Is that what caused me to turn into a demon?"

He blinked. "Turn you?....Pfft. AHAHAHAHAHA!!" He threw his back and laughed smile coming completely back now. "Turn you into a demon? Not a chance. The only one who can turn a human into a demon are members of the Kibutsuji Family and there's only one alive who can do that! Even if Kyogai and Kaigaku have traces of the Master's blood in their veins, you won't be turned unless the Master specially wants you too. And he hasn't turned anyone since K-" he stopped himself mouth wide with a smile. "Hmm. Well....that isn't important to the conversation. Just trust me when I say no one 'turned you'."

You rose a brow but sighed in relief. Being turned into a demon was a scary thought. "So then...how can I be a demon if I'm human?"

"It's simple! You had a demon ancestor! Has anyone told you how demon and human genes work?" You nodded. Yes. Akaza did. "Then you know that human genes are the more dominant ones when mixed with demons. While Demons and humans are able to reproduce together, ninety nine out of a hundred times their child will be human. But there is rare cases of them producing a full demon offspring."

"Like Akaza."

He perked up. "Oh. So he did explain it to you. " He nodded. "That's good. It's rare but not Impossible, you must've been one of those one percents and didn't know it!"

Your brows furrowed more in thought. "... Alright. What you say makes more sense now. But why is this only happening to me now?!" You gestured to yourself. "Shouldn't I have horns? Or a tail? Or different colored skin? Or another pair of arms?!"

"Not necessarily. You remember Kaigaku can change his appearance to look human yes?" You nodded. "Well as with some demons who can make them look human...there are those who look human but then make themselves look demon. For example you do look different now than when I first met you. For example a few of your teeth are already sharper." He then pointed at his eyes. "But the biggest change is your eyes. When we first met your eyes were f/c with a hint of purple, however now they're completely lilac in color and your pupils have permanently dilated like that of a snake's."

"WHAT?!" You yelled hands scrambling to grab at your face as if that would make a difference since you couldn't see your face. In a panic you turned to Rui. "Rui! Go get that mirror from your room!"

The boy wasted no time scrambling to his feet and running off in the direction of his connecting room and disappearing through the doorway. A few seconds later and he returned with the golden framed mirror he'd been gifted and immediately held it up to you once he got close enough. You snatched it up from him quickly and brought it up to your eyes, only to nearly drop it as soon as you saw the reflection of two cat like eyes staring back at you in deep purple hues. THESE WEREN'T YOUR EYES!! I mean...They were! But at the same time THEY WEREN'T!! Your eyes were f/c not purple!! And what happened to dilate your pupils?!

"Oh you're so pretty when you're in shock.~ Hmhmhmhn.~ But that's not the only change. Look here, Love~" He lovingly tapped your hands. "Your nails have also changed color.~"

Your gaze went down and gawked at the deep purple nails. YOU HADN'T PAINTED YOUR NAILS?! "W-WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MY BODY?!"

"CALM DOWN!" A firm hand yanked the mirror out of your hands as another grabbed your shoulder, giving it a firm shake to make you look back at Enmu. "...Calm down. Take a deep breath and try not to panic." The mirror was handed back to Rui before he smiled. "You're not in any danger. Your body just changed a little bit in appearance due to your awakened genes. It's nothing that's going to harm you."

"But...WHY is this happening?! Why now?!"

"You asked me that before. You remember what I said about that one percent in demon genetics?" You nodded. "Well fifty percent of those one percenters actually don't know they're demons. They look very much human or are late bloomers only discovering the truth when something drastic happens. While I don't believe you changed when Kyogai or Kaigaku's blood entered you, I do believe that somehow the introduction of foreign demon genes in your system activated your doormat demon DNA within your system. That's why this is happening now."

"I-...But how could I NOT know about this?!" How could you NOT know?! Why didn't your grandmother tell you anything about this?! Did she purposely not tell you anything?!

"It's actually quite possible your family didn't even know you were a demon either. As I said this situation is quite rare. What did your parents say about your family line?"

"I-I wouldn't know! My parents died when I was a baby, and my grandmother never told me anything about this!"

"Oh, actually she did. Quite obviously too." You just stared at him. Guess he had to explain that too. "You said your grandmother mentioned the name Tamayo correct? Y/n." His free hand squeezed your hand as his smile turned serious. "Tamayo is the family name of a once prestigious demon clan. That was...until they all passed away, but the fact that you're a Tamayo in of itself explains literally everything. Would you care for me to explain?"

You didn't say anything at first before looking at him dead in the eyes and saying, "Tell me everything."

He smiled. "Gladly. I will warn you however that this is not a happy story."

"I don't care. Tell. Me."

He chuckle again. "As you wish. Well..to start with, the Tomato's were actually one of the only demon families to start out as humans before someone long ago turned them demon." He shrugged. "Don't ask me how or way. That was long ago even for me. But their family quickly grew to be one of the more powerful ones being able to harness plants from the earth and even withstand wysteria that holds up to this day. Again do not ask me how or why, it's lost to time. Perhaps their humans genes before being turned had something to do with that but they were one of the most powerful families ever in our history lasting generations."

"But how could I be one of they all died out like you said?"

"Ah. You see they didn't." He held up a finger. "You see there was actually one left. THE Lady Tamayo. She was the last of her family. Oh there used to be others. She had a husband and some children but they were all tragically killed by the previous Kibutsuji king as punishment and labeled a traitor for trying to develop a serum that heightened her family's human genetics and thus be able to turn demons into humans."

Your mind reeled. Turn a demon into a human?! "Is that even possible?"

"No. Even if it is, nothing came from any research. But that's not why this fascinates me so greatly. You see after being labeled a traitor, Lady Tamayo was supposed to be married to my Master."

"WHAT?!" You scowled at him. "What kind of backwards logic is that?!"

"Yes, it does seem unorthodox. But the late Lord Kibutsuji thought the addition of the Tamayo bloodline would produce powerful heirs that would inherit the Tamayo family's resistance to wysteria poison."

"What is with you demons and wanting to have children with my family?!"

Enmu laughed. "Well it wasn't what happened in the end. Around the same time they were supposed to be married the present Lord Muzan was harshly defeated by your ancient human warrior and had us give us all our territory over the Eastern mountain border which caused quite the scuffle. In the chaos I guess the Lady saw her chance and fled into the newly banned Territories. No one had heard from her since until recently."

You deadpanned. "You mean when I appeared."

He shook his head no. "No. I mean when we were actually able to confirm her death. Y/n that is why I was so surprised. Twenty something years ago, there was news of her death. It seemed like she finally passed away from some human related illness. Kind of ironic as she was a healer herself."

"... Alright but what does that have to do with me?"

"How old are you? Early twenties by the looks of it."

Your brow rose at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"*Sigh* You still don't get it? It seems like I have to explain everything." You frowned at him. "The Lady's entire previous family was wiped out long ago leaving her the last of her family until you came along, so there wouldn't be anyone else you could've been descended from."

".... What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you're not just descended from the Tamayo bloodline. You ARE the daughter of Tamayo herself. It all makes sense. The timeline, your absent mother, your demon traits..And even your battle with the Hantengu boys."

"What are you spouting about now?"

"You became a full demon temporarily when you had an encounter with Hantengu's sons, but you don't remember because of the exhaustion your sudden transition had on your body."

You stared. ".....Ok. Now you're really kidding me. I would've remembered something like that."

Enmu for once in the entire conversation addressed Rui by gesturing at him. "Ask him. He was there and can confirm everything I just said."

You looked to Rui to your shock and dismay sighed and nodded. "Unfortunately...yes. I can confirm that happened. Your head was also exploded." You instantly felt sick. "And one of them slashed you across your-"

"*HRK!!!*" A hand slapped over your mouth as your head swum and you tried not to vomit your breakfast.

"What's wrong with you? I'm telling the truth."

"That's just a little bit too much information for now." Enmu patted his back once before retreating from the boy's hateful look. "But he's correct. You regenerated at great speeds and even performed blood demon arts similar to those of the Tamayos. There's no....Are you alright, Begonia?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Would you like one of my motion sickness pills? They work wonders for upset stomachs."

...you nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just need a minute to take this all in."

"You're oddly calm about all this."

"I've seen so much that this is actually more surprising than shocking. Where's that pill!?"

You were quickly given one of the pills Enmu gifted Rui and leaned against the soft blankets to catch your breath and let the panic and stress and panic and heavy breathing and fear and panic...Did I mention panic? Rolls over you all in waves and bounce around in your head over and over and over again until your brain was able to calm itself down from the thoughts of "IM A DEMON?! NO!! I CANT BE A DEMON I DONT WANT TO BE A DEMON?! WHEN DID I LOSE MY HEAD?!"

During which a voice kept reassuring you,"It's alright. Deep breaths. In and out. Slowly dear. There you go. That's it. Try to calm down your breathing. You'll pull through this."

until you inhaled, accepted it, and sat back up to face them.Both looked at you in sitting positions.

"Welcome back. You were lying down for nearly two hours now. Are you feeling better?" Enmu tilted his head at you and you noticed that he was the one holding your hand and rubbing your back. Rui had his head tilted at the demon giving him a... indifferent look.

You nodded pulling your hand away from him with a sigh. "Yeah. Sorry. Guess that was a bit more of a shock than I thought it was."

A hand pressed into your forehead. "Hmm.... You'll be perfectly fine. However you might want to take a few days to relax and let yourself unwind. How do you feel?"

"Honestly?... I'm stressed out. I feel trapped here, Enmu!" You pulled his hand away making him blink. "I don't like being trapped in like this."

He again blinked. "Oh? I thought you would've liked such luxury as this."

"Are you serious?! I have absolutely no privacy here other than just barely! I'm afraid someone's going to try to grab me any moment of any day! I'm always being put in a room to wait! Having 'luxery' items doesn't change how I feel!! I could be in a room made of pure diamond or the dirtiest dungeon in the world, and I would still feel the same! Enmu, please!" You grabbed his shoulders and he blinked as you shook. "IF I DON'T GET OUT OF HERE FOR AT LEAST A FEW HOURS I'M GOING TO GO NUTS AND TAKE IT OUT ON EVERYONE AROUND ME!!!"

Your hands stopped shaking him and his eyes rolled about before refocusing with a shake of his head and smile. "Not a problem. I can arrange something next week when you're not watching the boy."

You blinked. "....Wait. Really?"

He nodded. "Question though. Do you like spas?"

"What's a spa?"

"Oh good. You'll be surprised! Just trust me on this one and believe me when I say that it's a totally harmless place. It'll help destress you and it's someplace out of here. Doesn't that sound nice?"

You paused for a moment in thought. It didn't sound like a permanent solution not at all...but..at the same time it sounded like a good idea to have some time for yourself without anyone else. Although you had to be careful with this. It was still Enmu after all. For all you knew this 'spa' could've just been another train or something like that. Still.. better than sitting in your room for hours on end right? You nodded.

"Alright. I'm interested."

"Then I'm going too."

"Ooh. I'm sorry young one." Enmu smiled at him. "But I'm afraid you'll be in school at that time, but don't worry. I'll make sure she doesn't go alone.~"

"Like I'd let you be alone with her."

"Oh you're mistaken about that. I wasn't referring to me. I was actually talking about Daki."

"Daki?" You rose a brow. ....Huh. Why did that name sound familiar to you?

He nodded. "She's one of the Kizuki and she's coming here to stay with her brother for a few months on a well deserved vacation. I'm sure I could convince her to let you join her shopping spree. I know it's not much but it's the best I could do on such short notice."

Shopping spree?... THAT COULD GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO LOOK AROUND AND POSSIBLY FIND AN ESCAPE ROUTE!! Also might be useful to try to at least map a mental map of a few areas in this place just in case. It was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

"Alright then. That's fine. But before anything else is there anything else important I should know about?"

He shook his head. "No.. That's it, however I will be staying to continue studying your blood work and anatomy to be sure nothing else is going on. So I'll still be staying here if you need me for anything. Don't worry about my trains. My conductors and station masters can manage good without me for a while."

A small bit of comfort came from his words at least. If Enmu was still present then those servants won't try anything again in fear of him. "Alright but I have a request for this Muzan character. Could you pass it along to him?"

He blinked. A flash of realization coming over him as he seemed to remember something. "Oh?...OH!....Oh no. I completely forgot about that."

"What?"

"I'm afraid the Master won't be back until the end of this year."

You froze. "....What?"

He nodded."Yes. He left on a business trip three days ago to visit some other human provinces."

"WHAT?! WHAT DID HE DO THAT FOR?!"

"He's discussing some peace talks with a few human leaders and discussing the possible purchase of more land he's been interested in for a while. It's going to be a while to discuss everything with the humans. OH! He also wanted to discuss some new foreign trade lines and station some more opporations for it along the coast using my Mistress's various business connections."

You perked up . "What about her?! Rei right?! Can I talk to her?!"

"My Mistress is not here at the moment. She's with her husband on the business trip to assist him and visit family she hasn't seen for a while."

"Kokushibo?!" He was the next one in charge right?!

"He's overseeing the reconstruction of the destroyed parts of the forest and the rebuilding of the Tsuzumi Mansion. He'll be back sooner than my Master but not for a long while still."

"Akaza?!"

"He is away on official business in one of my Master's provinces investigating a string of murders and other business Kokushibo is unable to attend to there."

"Then who's in charge HERE if everyone else who's a compatant leader is gone?!"

"That would be Upper Moon Two or Douma..Or Lord Douma. Or Founder. Or Lord Founder. Which ever name you prefer to go by."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. "DOUMA?! No way! There's no possible way THAT guy can be a good leader."

"On the contrary. Douma despite what people say is a competent person in leadership positions. He runs the entire Eternal Paradise Cult in the mountains with hundreds of inhabitants. So he'll be perfectly capable of running the Infinity Castle temporary until Kokushibo can come back and take over for my Master. All Kizuki meetings and blood battles have been put on hold until Master returns in November."

That pervert blonde demon was coming here? Ggggrrreeaaattt. Maybe he'll be too busy taking care of the entire place to actually pay attention to you hopefully. It seemed everyone was too busy to really pay attention to you other than Enmu at the moment.

"When is he coming here?"

"At the moment Lord Douma is making arrangements for his most trusted subordinates to run his cult while he's away which will take a bit but he should be here by next week or the week after."

So he'll be here in one or two weeks. Great. Still there was a big chance you wouldn't see him at all if he was going to be that busy which was some relief. "Great. It's going to be one hell of a year."

"Hmhmhm. Yes. ...But there is one thing that I must make clear to BOTH of you." Rui was surprised now as a serious strained smile was sent his way from the man. "Under no circumstances can you let anyone know you're a Tamayo. Not until I can assure you that it'll be safe. There's still many of my people who consider Lady Tamayo a traitor and even more who'll be interested in taking control of your special abilities. Neither of you can tell anyone else of this. Not. A. Soul."

"I would never do anything to harm my mother."

"And I'm not dumb enough to put myself in that danger!"

"Then it's settled then." With a smile Enmu stood up dusting himself off in the process. "I shall retire myself to my room then and allow you two to have lunch in peace. If you need me again, I'll be staying in my room until tomorrow morning." He bowed to you then turned-

"Wait!" He hummed expecting you to ask something again but what he wasn't expecting was for two arms to throw themselves around him in a hug. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done for me. I actually do appreciate it."

He.. slowly blinked before chuckling and patting your back. "Anything for my Begonia.~ Just remember. You are in charge. Don't let those under you push you around."

"Heh. You must be able to throw your weight around then if you're that confident."

"Actually I weigh less than Kaigaku does. If you really wanted to you could probably pick me up." You blinked at what he said... before smirking at an idea. "Is that a human figure of speech? I can't reca- HHHAAAAA!!!"

An almost girly squeal left Enmu's mouth as your arms locked around his upper torso and LIFTED. He easily was pulled up into the air as you smiled at your mischief. His face already a bright red.

"Wow. You're right." You shifted him in your arms. "You are light. You just weigh a little more than me.~"

"B-BEGONIA?! T-T-This isn't e-exactly what I meant when I wished to be in your arms- EEP!?"

He squealed again when he suddenly was shifted and found himself in the bridal style with you holding him. "Eh. Too bad. Since you're here why not stay for lunch ?" You asked turning still holding onto him.

Not surprising he swooned arms thrown around you. "YES MY LOVE!!~ TAKE ME AWAY!~ IM ALL YOURS!!~" you laughed at his antics.

Rui sighed behind you both holding up more threads. "I'll need more of these."

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Silent.

That's what the entire dark room was when he finally got back. He wasn't surprised when he stepped in and closed the door softly behind him, walking into the middle of the room before stopping and turning to the darkest corner. Before smiling at a moving shadow.

"Daki, good evening my dear. You look lovely tonight as always. Did you have a nice trip coming over?"

Two piercing yellow eyes scowled back at him. "I've been waiting here almost all day! Where the hell have you been?!"

He chuckled. "Forgive me. I lost track of time doing work, but I did confirm what the Master suspected. You know your assignment to keep an eye on her until he comes back?"

"Of course I do! I'm not stupid!"

"That's good. Oh my. Where's your brother? I hope he knows too."

"He's here. He's just asleep bored from how long you made him wait. The dummy was never able to get anything done without me pushing him! I have to do everything I swear! Including making sure he doesn't die a marriage less idiot!"

"Oh?... You're still insisting on setting them up? I would've thought you would've wanted to keep your brother's attention only on you."

"He's never even kissed a woman before and complains all the time about whenever someone has a girlfriend but does he ever try to put himself out there? Oh no. But whenever I want to go on dates it's always 'No, Daki. You can't date until Im dead and three days after to make sure I'm dead.' UGH!! IM ALMOST TWO HUNDRED YEARS OLD!! I CAN GO ON DATES BY MYSELF!!"

"Oh. So it's a matter of you wanting him to have a distraction so YOU can have dates... Sounds like a big brother alright. Not sure how I feel about you trying to set him up with MY begonia...but Im too curious to see how this goes to stop you."

"Hmph! I don't need your permission anyways!" He only chuckled again and walked over to a desk where he grabbed a quill and piece of paper. "What are you doing now?!"

"I'm writing a progress report for our Master. Turns out our suspicions were true." The woman rose a brow in surprise as a feather quill scratched on paper. "Dear Master. How is your trip? I'm happy to inform you things are well here but there's something you should know."

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-THIS TAKES PLACE DAYS LATER BUT THE SAME WEEK-

The frost from the rising water fogged everything in sight of the room. A mystic winter pool almost besides the fragrance of oils and the many colorful flower petals floating in the cold waters surface. A hum of content came from the powerful entity relaxing in the water leaned back against the wall of the water's bath and happily allowed himself to be pampered like a king. Delicate hands scratching his scalp further pushing the soap into those shining platinum blonde locks so many compliment him for as another pair of hand he so graciously let hold his hand that could easily crush iron into splinters working to gently file the beautiful blue nails adorning them.

Oh how he needed this. The woes of bringing others wishes come true and helping others find eternal peace took a toll on him so. He barely had the will to eat anymore-

"Another bon bon, Lord Founder?~"

"Oh I shouldn't. It's bad for my weary body...But since you asked.~"

A mouth full of fangs opened and a second later a delicious taste of chocolate and cream filled his maw. He had to admit a lot of these foreigner sweets were actually quite delicious. Perhaps he should try gifting these to Akaza? That might make a great break through through his tsundere attitude towards him. Akaza was such a hard ball. The thought of his friend punching chocolate and frowning at getting his arms all messy made him give a chuckle.

"What is Lord Founder thinking about today?~," a sweet woman's voice asked rubbing his shoulders making his sigh in content.

"Nothing to worry my dear followers assuredly. I must say my break before answering my god's call for assistance has me on edge some but it is nothing I cannot answer too." In actuality he was interested in taking over responsibility of the entire Infinity Castle dimension for a bit. He was never given that much responsibility before. Kokushibo and the Master always made Akaza do anything like that sighting him as too reckless but that was absurd. He was perfectly capable of doing such a thing and now that they had no choice...he grinned wider. "I think I'll gift all the high ranking spirits (ladies) flowers when I arrive. Something humble from our small place on earth to show my gratitude for their choice to pick me out of everyone."

"Oh that sounds wonderful, My Lord. You must be so excited for this. Your state of enlightenment will increase surely~," a different voice cooed at him.

He only chuckled before there was a series of knocks from outside the room and he hummed. Oh. Who could that be? "Whoever it is may enter. All are welcome here."

A moment later there was a slide of a door and footsteps approached. "Your lordship. A package has arrived for you from the Infinity Castle." A man's voice spoke.

"I do?" A face covered by a mud mask and cucumber slices turned to him with a smile. "Well, well. I wonder what it could be?" A secret admirer perhaps? A gift from a past lover? OOH! Maybe it's another offering from someone who wishes to seek his favor! "Who's the generous gift from?"

"Er...Well that's just it, My Lord. The package isn't for you," the man started unsure, "It's your own package."

.....A blue nailed hand was held up and the two ladies working through his hair and nails stooped instantly. A perfectly manicured hand removing one cucumber slices to peek a beautiful kaleidoscope of rainbow at the very, very, VERY nervous man bowing in his presence. Despite the coldness of the room the human man was sweating and gulped when his eye looked at him, before slowly trailing down, and stopping at the pink box wrapped perfectly by a pretty ribbon he held. HIS package. The one he had sent days ago. It made him hum with a blink losing his smile.

"Oh. Did she not end up liking it? I had at least ten ladies help me pick out the perfect dress based on her size."

The man was shaking at this point. Whether it was from the coldness of the room or from fear or both he was unsure. "I..N-No, my Lord. She sent it back without e-e-even opening it. S-S-She d-didnt...want it."

There was silence as shocked faces were shared around the room in gasps. And he ended up staring at the package, now noticing that it was in fact not opened from the moment he closed it and perfectly attached to it was the letter he sent along with it too, the wax seal unbroken. ...She had...rejected it? Hmm. Interesting. But why? Was it too small? Did he not decorate the box pretty enough?

"The nerve of the woman! Who would be so rude as to reject you, Founder?!", One woman rude scolded offended on his behalf and murders of agreement followed.

He was...unsure of what to respond with at first. What could be going through her poor head?...Poor? POOR!! OF COURSE!! He smiled again. "Oh. The poor thing came from poverty. I totally forget that some people aren't as fortunate as us. How rude of me. Come now we shouldn't scold her. The poor dear must've thought it must've been a mistake not being used to such luxuries. We must be more understanding of her past and remember that we should try to show kindness."

"Oh...Yes. Of course. She must've mistaken your gesture. But she has been chosen by the gods to be your lover wasn't she? Shouldn't she be more accepting of her role?"

"It's only right to court her first. Hmm. I know." A blue hand pointed at the man who flinched. "Send her the package again and ask my head lady for the best gift to send along with it. I'm sure she'll be much more grateful for them when I visit."

And this would be very, very interesting to see. She rejected his advances huh? Hmm. That's a first. Usually he was the one rejecting others. Surely she'll be a hard one to convince but that was all in good fun-

"My Lord." The rainbow eyed turned back to the trembling man. "There was... something else that was sent back with your package although it a-arrived l-later than it. A.. second smaller box."

"Oh? What is it?"

"I am ... unsure. It only said to deliver it to you." From out from under the pretty pink package the man pulled out a smaller plain box and held it out to him.

Of course he accepted it happily to see what it was. He opened it. He looked inside...And blinked surprised at many reflections of himself blinking back. Reflecting off the pretty surface of an ice lotus blossom...One he...gifted...as a courting gift..to...He stared at it. He turned back to stare at the package unopened in the man's lap....His confused mind made him blink again.

"Anything else? Or perhaps a letter explaining all this?"

"No,Sir ."

"Oh...Well this IS going to be an interesting experience."

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obsessed-with-obsessive · 1 year

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Yan!Ayato takes Readers vision / “ “

Hello hello - I had an idea for what it would be like for a Yandere to use their darlings vision against them! This is a somewhat continuation of my previous fic Here !! >

TW : abuse, Memory loss, kidnapping, reader uses she / her

Tags : YAN!Ayato, Yandere Ayato x Reader, Genshin impact

Truly, your attempt at escape, your want to leave, your secret actions, none of it hurt ayato, what did hurt him was the cryo vision you were bestowed in that key moment. If not for thoma’s ever loyal flame melting your ice, he would of lost you, so it was only natural for him to have to take it from you. Even if the gods wanted you two apart, he would desecrate their will if it kept you close.

After you were fished out of the sea, your vision removed and stored away in a locked metal box, which always gave ayato frost burns when he touched it, you were never quite the same. Even when you awoke, you had this dull lack of life in your eyes, as if you had no understanding of why you even existed at all. Ayato couldn’t argue that it made things easier, if anything just to justify in his head that keeping you by his side was the safest option for you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d ruined something. But, he was nothing if not a determined man, and fixing this was no different.

You felt your memories start to come part in small parts one day, you couldn’t quite place it, but in ayatos presence you felt your purpose come back, whenever he would enter the room, it was like a fog cleared in your mind. Ever since you awoke here, you were rather indifferent on your situation, the guards warned you often about escaping. Truly, you had no idea what they were on about, liyue? What was that? well, that was until that fateful day with ayato.

Inclining of the nation of contracts would come to you in dreams, you would piece together fragments of memories each day you spent with ayato, all the while he was loving the new found attention he was receiving. This was a perfect symbiotic relationship for you both, until one day something clicked in your head.

“Ayato?”

“Yes dear?” he responded without missing a beat, head still deep in his latest report. You paused, “I’d like to leave, i don’t know where this place is, but I feel that I belong to a nation named liyue.”

He froze, which only confused you further. it was silent for a moment, before he let out a sad sigh and stood up, letting out a dark chuckle. “What was it this time? Did you catch a glimpse of it?” he mused. Glimpse of what? the confusion struck you, this was until he opened his jacket, unclipping something from his belt, and apon seeing it, the rush of memories, joy, fear, love, hatred, purpose, it almost knocked you over.

“M-my.. my vision.. you, you took it that day, you took it then. You were-“

“Yes yes, god as much as i love you, this conversation truly only gets more tiresome everytime we have it, what are we on now? 8? 9?” he interrupted, calling for his guards while you were sat to take in what was happening to you. How many times has he ripped away your vision, only to give it back to you in small doses, to have just enough of you, would you remember this when you woke up? Fear overtook you as you were grabbed by his guards, as they began escorting you out, and you let out a cry “Wait! i’m sorry! please! please don’t take it away again!” you sobbed, everytime your vision was ripped from your soul playing back in your mind.

Ayato smiled, a soft sympathetic smile, though you could tell the sympathy was not for you. “Don’t you worry love, I will find the perfect distance and exposure for us” He smiled “Until then, be patient.”

When you awoke you were confused, where were you? dressed in a silk kimono, the world dull and foggy, you looked around confused as to how or where you are. This was until a knock at the door, and swift step from a tall man with cool hair knocked you out of your confusion. “Hello love” he said with a soft smile, as if he’d said it thousands of times before. despite feeling as though you’d never met the figure in front of you, your hair stood on end and something in you, told you to run.

/// NOT BETA READ , written on mobile while drunk as fuck :)

#Ayato #kamisato ayato #genshin impact #yandere kamisato ayato #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #Yan!ayato x reader #yandere ayato x reader

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ha111ngton · 2 years

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dilf!stevexfem!reader

warning:smut (daddy kink)

summary: it’s thanksgiving and your dads best friend is over. You’ve always have fawned over him throughout the years, but on your 21 birthday you had seen him at a bar and made a move. Seeing him now 1 month later some feelings had rekindled.

MINORS DNI ‼️

Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday; food and family, what could be better. Although that was not my only reason.

Steve Harrington, my dads best friend. He always has had some sort of hold on me even in my teen years, but since i’ve grown the ‘crush’ has only grown stronger. My 21st birthday was 1 month ago and that was the last time i saw him.

FLASHBACK (1 month ago)

‘“steve” i utter as i look down to find his head buried in my pussy. My fingers laced through his brown locks grinding into his face. My wines and whimpers for him only grow louder and louder until he puts a hand over my mouth, silencing me.

“shut up” he says pushing his fingers knuckle deep into my drenched pussy. “You’re such a fucking whore for my fingers, hm.” he tsks “i haven’t even stuck my dick into you yet and hear you are whimpering and whining like a fucking child.” the pumping of his fingers only grow faster and faster.

“i bet you like the idea of you fucking your dads best friend. I bet it makes this pretty pussy so wet, yeah?” he asks as a rhetorical question.

I felt like death in the best way possible. The fading of my vision and the spasms throughout my body felt like electric shocks. My hands desperately trying to grip the wall as my head pounds in the immediate pleasure. “STEV-“

END OF FLASHBACK

i was knocked back into reality as my aunt walks up to me engulfing me in a heartfelt hug. “Sweetie! I feel like it has been so long, look at how much you have grown!” i roll my eyes into the hug in annoyance. I always hated her, she only ever called or texted me when she needed money or something which i always gave gracefully, yet reluctantly.

“Hello, aunt Brenna! How have you been!” she starts to tell me about recent events in her life and i standing there half listening and half dozing off.

The only thing i can think about is Steve and how good he looks. His tall broad frame leaning on the kitchen counter, his hair messily pushed back. A bear in his hand as he throws his head back taking a sip, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the cold drink. I stare until i see his brown soft eyes trailing along my figure his eyes meeting mine, eye fucking each other.

“So that’s how i’ve been, what about you doll?” I hear my aunts annoyingly high pitched voice redirecting my gaze to her with a fake yet, sweet smile. “i’d love to catch up with you aunt Brenna, but i actually must go use the ladies room now if you don’t mind.” i dismiss her pleads for me to stay heading straight towards the bathroom.

I could already feel the wetness that had pooled between my legs. My pussy begging for some friction and who am i to deny myself some pleasure.

I knew it was wrong and i knew i shouldn’t have been doing this but it was too late.

My hands trailing down my body and in to my panties my fingers engulfed in the wetness of my folds. My fingers teasing at my clit i let out a few strained moans trying to quiet myself but failing. One hand gripping onto the sink and i finger myself with the thoughts of last month rewinding in my mind. “augh…steve fuck.”

My pleasure had abruptly stopped as i heard a few knocks on the door my pulse racing as i’d realized i have just been caught.

“open the door Y/N” a voice i could distinguish from anywhere, Steve.

I scramble to remove my hands from my pants turning the sink on the quickly wash them before opening the door trying to look as normal as possible.

“Oh, Steve hey did you have to use the bathroom because i was actually just leaving” i say attempting to walk out, but before i could escape i was pushing against the wall my arms pinned above my head.

“i heard you Y/N, your begging pleas for me to walk in here a fuck you so good. God you’re such a slut Y/N, couldn’t even wait until after dinner for me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

“S-Steve i’m s-“ i start but bearishly stopped with a sting across my face. “that’s not my name you whore, what’s my name Y/N..i wanna hear you say it, better yet i wanna hear you scream if” he says grabbing my by my thighs and setting me down onto the sink, frantically unbuckling his belt. “you only cum when i tell you to. You only speak when i tell you that you are aloud to. Understood, bitch” he says in a low rough voice as i frantically nod eager for him to be inside me.

“i would give you some foreplay, but it seems as if you have already done the for me, yeah” he speaks with a cocky grin plastered across his beautiful face. His hard, large cock springs out from his navy blue boxers. One hand pumping his dick and the other on my cheek pulling me into a passionate wet kiss.

“are you ready to take me, slut?” he utters roughly, his forehead against mine. “yes, daddy” i speak softly, oh-so ready for him. With my verbal consent he lines his cock up with my dripping entrance thrusting into me roughly not even caring about how deep he is inside me.

“STEVE” i gasp my hands clutching onto his back my voice silenced with another slap to the face. “WHATS MY NAME SLUT, SCREAM IT” he yells in my face, turning my on even more.

“DADDY” i yell back making him smirk. “say is again, pet” “DADDY” i yell against his shoulder, my thighs shaking as he pounds into me like a touch starved man. “you feel so good around my cock Y/N, i bet you replay last month in your mind everytime you touch that pretty pussy, yeah?” he praises as he continues his assault on my pussy.

I attempt to reply but fail as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me causing me to scream in pleasure, my nails digging into his back. Which i could tell he enjoyed because everytime i did it he would grunt in my ear.

“daddy…i’m gonna-“ i could barely finish my sentence. “me to baby it’s okay let it go” he says his thrusts becoming sloppy but never lessening my pleasure.

“fuck, fuck, fuck yess mph fuck daddy!” i yell as my vision turns black, my eyes screwed shut. My thighs shake and my grip on his back only tightening as i feel his warm seed leak inside my used pussy.

As we both fall from our highs and catch our breath his warm and soft demeanor fades back. He leans in planting a soft and warm kiss on my lips. “i’m sorry if i was to rough on you, baby” his voice soft and laced with sorriness.

“it was perfect, thank you steve” i lean in kissing him back everything feeling perfect.

#steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington smut #smut rp

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Demon Bride Ch38 Blood Is Thicker Than Water