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smuthospital · 7 months

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⭐️Yandere Miguel Ohara⭐️

Premise: You're a scientist, and Miguel is struck with a strange virus while out on the field. It's up to you to help him

Warning: Non-con, aphrodisiac, biting, fem reader

Minors DNI

You fiddle with your handbag nervously as you walk into the large building, entering the main foyer. You walk up to the main desk to see no one manning it. Just before you were about to look for an employee, a hologram flashes before your eyes. "Ah, you must be here for the interview. I'm Lyla, Miguel's AI assistant. Miguel's office is on the top floor. The elevator is to the right. Good luck!" You nod, thanking her before scurrying off. "Grumpy pants is really gonna like this one. Just his type," she chuckles, just out of earshot before disappearing. You're sweating bullets as you enter the elevator. You hope no one can see your sweat through the clothes you carefully selected for today.

You press the top floor key and wait. The ride to the top is agonizingly long. The doors opened to reveal a long corridor with a set of double doors at the end. You hesitantly knock followed by silence...Maybe he's not in? "Ugh. What now!?" A deep voice booms from the other side, the door immediately swinging open to reveal a very, very large angry man leaning over you. Surprise paints his face as he looks down upon you. He forgot he had one last interview for the day. Lyla snickers behind him, purposefully withholding your arrival for this scene. "O-oh! My apologies, please come in. (Y/n), was it?" He moves out of the way, allowing you to walk into his spacious office. He takes notice of the way your hips sway as you walk. He shakes his head, trying to dispel his unwanted thoughts. "Yes, that's me. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Ohara," you say, smiling up at him.

He chuckles. It's adorable and strange at the same time to see someone so cute trying to be professional. "The pleasure is all mine. Have a seat,(Y/n)." He enjoys the way your name slides off his tongue. He sits at his desk and you take a seat in front. He crosses his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge. It's as impressive as it is intimidating. You feel like a small bug before him. Your hands are clamming up. You barely make eye contact with him, opting to stare at the ground. Your resume was a good match for the position and his team of scientists were looking for a helping hand with experiments. It also helped that you were required to submit a photo with your resume and he liked what he saw. He must admit that you look even better in person. More promising candidates came before you, but you had his favour, not that he would ever admit that, even to himself. He asked you a few questions about yourself, knowing he'd hire you as soon as you walked in.

"Your resume was quite impressive. We could use a hard worker like you around here," he says as his eyes drift down from your pretty face down to your sexy collar bones...and accidentally land on your slightly open blouse that shows a delicious amount of skin. "Thank you. I admire all the work you and the scientists do here and I wanted to be a part of it." His eyes snap back up to yours. He inwardly shames himself for allowing himself to indulge in your appearance so much. It looks like you didn't notice his perversion. He smiles down at you, still having heard your response.

He stands up from his seat and outstretches his large hand towards you. You blush furiously and take his hand in yours. You watch your hand disappear as it's completely engulfed by his. He relishes the feeling. Chills of pleasure go down his spine. your hands are so delicate and smooth in his. He gives it a firm shake. "It was nice meeting you. Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Ohara, " you say smiling up at him with that same sweet-as-candy look from before. So Polite! Miguel has already taken such a liking to you. He hesitantly releases your hand, missing the feeling of your soft skin on his. "I'll be looking forward to your help around here, (Y/n). Have a nice day." He curses quietly to himself as he watches you leave the room, finding his eyes land on your ass once again. The spider in him is telling him to do awful things to you. Those stupid instincts of his.

Your first day of work comes and you're welcomed by the senior scientists instantly. You're the youngest member of the team. You now have the important task of assisting the other scientists with their tests. Venom testing, finding antidotes for said venoms, and going on coffee runs! You worked very hard in school to get this position, studying tirelessly day and night so you were a bit disappointed when the majority of your tasks were just coffee runs and grunt work, but you're still very grateful to be able to at least watch them at work.

A few days pass and you get the hang of your duties. The scientists usually appear extremely tired and overworked. That's when they wore their pyjamas to work and you went on the most coffee runs. Your co-worker appears before you with a stack of documents and a box of test tubes and tiredly sets them down before you, causing the table to shake. "Here, girl. Take these to Miguel. He was struck by a monster that's given him some...unwanted side effects. The antidote and ans the originally tested venom are in here. He's expecting them very soon so hurry...And bring back some coffee!" He doesn't give you a chance to respond, going back to his desk where a larger pile of papers lies before him along with four empty cups of coffee. Afraid of angering your exhausted senior, you quickly take the papers and make your way to the elevator. You begin to get nervous again, not ready to see the large muscly man so soon.

Miguel paces around in his office, quickly taking a seat behind his desk when he hears you knock. "Come in," he shouts. You notice he's a bit off when you enter. He seems nervous.. and he's blushing. He can't stop his eyes from focusing on your most intimate parts. Try as he might, he can't look away. The way he's looking at you is...frightening to say the least. His hands clench and unclench as beads of sweat roll down his neck. He swallows hard. He's using all his willpower to stop himself from ripping your clothes off. The priapism mixed with his spider instincts is not a good pair. He is so painfully hard. He already came twice before you came in, the underside of his desk splattered a white mess. "Mr. Ohara, I've brought the test tubes and documents you request-" He cuts you off before you can finish. "Hand me the antidote."

"Yes, sir!" His cock jumps when you call him that. He grunts and digs his palms into the wood of his desk. To you, he just seems upset. You read the labels on the tubes. They're written in classic doctor's handwriting, but from what you can see, one of them is severe priapism and the other is the venom he was injected with. You quickly hand him the tube which he downs immediately. He's quiet for a moment, waiting for his bothersome symptoms to go away, waiting for his swollen cock to finally calm down. He breathes heavily, tapping his foot with his eyes closed. He can't bare to look at you, feeling so very embarrassed. He hopes you haven't picked up on what's wrong with him.

Suddenly, he stops his body going completely still in his seat before he tumbles out of his chair. You have no idea what's going on. You don't even know what he was infected with. "Mr.Ohara!? W-whats wrong!?" You approach the desk, about to look over at him. He's oddly quiet. You're scared. Is he that hurt? Was there something wrong with the antidote? Did you give him the wrong tube? Oh god, you need to inform the lab and the infirmary. "I'm gonna get hel-" He leaps over the desk and lunges at you, an animalistic growl escaping his throat. you let out a scream and dive out of the way just in time. You crawl away from your boss, your heart pounding against your ribcage like it wants to escape.

You look into Miguel's eyes. They're different now. Instead of their usual red-brown colour, they're red with slits. You feel like you're facing off with a jaguar. You have a feeling that the second you move, hell attack. Tears border your eyes as you sit there in fear. Lyla appears once again, but the calm look is wiped off her face at what she sees. She looks Miguel up..and down and realizes what went wrong. She covers her mouth in shock and looks over at you. "(Y/n)! You have to get out of here! Miguel isn't himself!" You look back at her, feeling your limbs go numb. You know you have a limited amount of time to sit there and do nothing. On three, you'll force your body to get up and make for the door.

One...

Two.......

Three!!!

You scramble up from your spot on the ground and make a mad dash for the door, not even looking back. You don't need to though. You can feel him behind you. You can feel his claws barely grazing your back. You can hear his footsteps right behind yours. You open the door and slam it behind you. You know that won't hold him and just as expected, he bursts through it and starts chasing you on all fours. You continue running down the hall and slam your hand on the elevator button. By gods grace, it opens immediately. You think it may have been Lyla.

You waste no time getting in the elevator and pressing the emergency shut button a second before he would have joined you in there. You breathe a sigh of relief and click the button for the lab floor. Hopefully, in his animalistic state, he doesn't know how to operate an elevator...You were right, he doesn't, but it doesn't matter. You hear a loud slam and see a dent form in the elevator. then another and another. You scream and cry as he pries the doors apart before the elevator could start moving. Your only chance of escape is getting past him and using the stairs. Right as he gets the elevator doors wide enough, you slip between his legs and run towards the stairs.

He grows and chases after you. You've never been more scared in your life. In your panic, you trip over your own feet, sending yourself tumbling down the stairs. although it hurt, you fell faster than you could run. You lift your head from the concrete to see Miguel jumping six steps at a time. You get up as quickly as you can and enter the floor below Miguel's office. Spiders are looking at you questioningly, wondering why a scientist is running around crying and screaming like a lunatic. their confusion is cut short when they see Miguel burst from the stairwell, knocking over everything and everyone in his path to you.

"P-Please! Help me!" you scream. Spiders immediately get between you and him, but it doesn't last long before he's throwing them around like rag dolls. You take the opportunity to run down the next stairwell, hoping to find somewhere to hide. You make it two floors below and hide under a desk. You curl into yourself and cover your mouth with both your hands, trying to muffle your ragged breathing and whimpering. You shut your eyes and take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your soul nearly flies out of your body when a hand rubs your knee followed by a hush. You look over to see that it's just a spider. They lean in and whisper "Shh it's ok, love. I'm Hobbie. We have to get you out of here. We're going to capture boss man. Follow m-" The desk over the two of you goes flying. Miguel stands there with heaving shoulders, eyes just as wide and animalistic as before. The Hobbie takes your arm and crashes through the side of the building, swinging down and crashing down into the main atrium.

It looks like your arrival was prepared because a large team of spider people and the science team are already there waiting for you. You remind yourself to thank Lyla later. You scream as you and Spiderpunk continue to be chased by a very persistent Miguel. Spiders try to stop him, shooting webs and attacking him but he just busts right through them again. He's unstoppable. Your legs are getting tired and your lungs are burning. You can't take much more of this. Miguel is used to this sort of activity, but you're just a scientist. Miguel bars his fangs at you. He's gone completely feral. What was he even infected with?

An electric red web shoots out toward you. You think it's over for you, but open your eyes to see that Spiderpunk got in front of you. "Go! Keep running! Jess will find you!" He shouts. You reach a dead end with a bathroom. With no other choice, you run in and hide in a stall. It's silent for a moment. No footsteps, no sounds. Just as you think you lost him, you feel a hot sticky liquid hit your cheek. You look up in terror. It's Mr. Ohara. It finally clicks what he's been affected with. The liquid came from the bulge in his suit. He jumps down from the ceiling, landing on his feet and towering over you. You fall back, immediately clambering out of the stall through the bottom gap. He breaks the door off its hinges, following right after. Just as he's about to reach for you, a red light flashes. Miguel is caught in his containment device. Jess helps you to your feet. "(Y/n), are you ok? You did a good job leading him to a closed area." That was a complete accident, but you don't have the breath in your lungs to tell her that. You look over to Miguel to see him snarling and slashing at the red cage with the sharp attachments of his suit, his eyes never leaving your form. Your face is red for all sorts of reasons now. His cock is still visibly leaking arousal,

Finally. He's contained. The science team could help him from in there. After the sudden events, you let out a sob. You were chased through HQ by the strongest man in there. If it weren't for Jess, he would've... You sniffle. You're led back to the science team by Jess. They all look at you like they've seen a ghost. You assume it's because of what happened. Jess pulls them to the side and whispers between themselves. You can't make out what they're saying. After they split up, the scientists get back to work, sending you suspicious glances now and then. You must be in trouble. Jess walks into the room and whispers to the scientists, who suddenly look frantic. Jess grimaces. She pauses in her spot, looking at the ground before walking over to you. "Hey, sweetie, we got Miguel back to himself. We gave him a double shot of antidote to counteract his double shot of venom. He'd like to apologize to you now if that's okay with you." She extends her hand and you take it, feeling reassured. You're happy the nightmare is over. Jess helps you up and leads you back up to Miguel's office.

You look around at the wreckage. Miguel has caused quite a mess. The doors need to be replaced. All of them. You arrive at Miguel's office door, which seems to have been repaired with webs. You're about to enter when you hear a soft growl from the other side. Your heart rate accelerates. Jess shoves you through the door and uses her webs to stick it shut before you can even think of running. You bang on the door, not even facing the monster you're trapped in there with. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). This is the only way we can calm him. He broke through his containment device before we could make an antidote strong enough and he's too dangerous to let him roam free." You continue banging on the door, trying to push it open in vain. "No! Please! Let me out! I'm begging you, please!"

Your heart sinks into your stomach as you hear her footsteps fade away. A shadow encompasses you from behind. You're ripped away from the door and thrown to the floor, knowing the wind out of you. You scream as the monster known as Miguel Ohara climbs over you, his arms holding yours sown and jaw snapping towards your neck viciously. You're screaming uncontrollably, ducking away from his snapping teeth, missing him by a hair. "Mr.Ohara! Please stop!" you cry, trying to appeal to his long-lost humanity. His claws dig into your arms, bringing your torso up and smashing you back into the floor, winding you for a second time.

He latches his mouth onto your neck, his fangs sinking into your soft flesh. You cry out in pain as blood leaks past his lips before you feel a cold liquid enters the wound from his fangs. Slowly, you lose the ability to move any part of your body. You feel his ginormous bulge press into your clothed crotch. He grabs onto your waist, grunting while violently humping into you until you feel a hot wetness explode onto you. He came through his suit, soaking you.

You're helpless as he releases your arms and inhales your scent, moaning as he breathes out. He sinks his body lower on yours, pausing at your chest. He raises a clawed finger and begins tearing it in two from the center. Once off, he does the same to your bra, exposing your breasts. He doesn't hesitate to lick your nipple, lapping at it and tweaking the other with his fingers. He sinks lower on you and digs his nose into your crotch, pressing in and inhaling. The clothes protecting your pussy from his hungry eyes don't last long, falling to the floor in pieces.

He licks a stripe up your pussy and stares into your eyes. You try to tell him to stop, but your lips and tongue won't move the way you want them to. Noises slip past your parted lips in a pathetic attempt at begging. Your face burns bright. He grunts as his suit rubs against his throbbing cock. He rips his suit at the crotch to free his painful erection and climbs over you, his monstrous cock rubbing against your cunt. You whine in protest. as he lifts your thighs and puts them on his shoulders, leaning over you to lock you in a mating press. Tears run down your hot cheeks. This will kill you! Or render you handicapped at the very least!

He hisses as he pushes forward. You squeeze your eyes shut. Oh god, it hurts! He's stretching you open on his cock. Inch by inch, he sinks himself in. With nowhere else to go, his cock forms a large bulge in your lower stomach. A pained moan escapes your throat. he rears his hips back and rams forward, punching your cervix. He lets out short animalistic grunts and growls. He grunts as he finally manages to bottom out, your cervix screaming for help as you're fully stretched over his massive cock. He doesn't give you a second to adjust, ramming himself in and out rapidly until he thrusts in one last time before you feel hotness shoot inside you. There's so much that your stomach rises from the sheer amount before escaping past his cock. He bucks his hips forward as if to taunt you, forcing his cum deeper inside your already swollen insides. He pants on top of you before slowly unsheathing himself from your abused hole.

Your brain isn't able to process anything but the feeling of your insides and that he's finally done with you. He roughly flips you over on your stomach and pulls your hips back, forcing your back to arch up before him. He presses his thighs to your ass, lining his cock up with your entrance. You whimper, tears leaking from your eyes. He sheathes himself within you again, leaning over you and growing right in your ear. His hips piston in and out of you ferociously, his hot, ragged breath fanning over your neck. Your walls begin to clench around him again. His hands grab your hips, pressing your ass flush to his hips. The height difference causes your knees to lift off the ground. you can feel every inch of him inside you.

Your eyes cross. You can't take much more of this. You're getting drunk off the feeling of being raped by your boss. He ruts faster inside you, smacking sounds echoing through the room. You feel shame pool in your gut along with the same hotness from before. You feel it flow into you before running out of space and running down your thighs. His claws dig into your flesh, causing rivulets of blood to leak past his fingers. You feel your energy drain from you as you come down from your high. He continues pumping in and out of you as you succumb to sleep.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse

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hyunfilms · 2 months

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | twenty one. (final)

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.4k

—chapter content/warnings: not much, really just wrapping everything up mainly for these three, some crying, overwhelming feelings of nostalgia and missing someone, two cute flashback scenes

☁︎ on rotation: magic hour - jhene aiko

—a/n: thank you again for coming along on this journey <33 i appreciate you, and the support always means so, so much to me 🩵 i'll be back with chan's fic soon. 🥰

As the days go by, you find yourself feeling better in your own skin than you were a year ago. Despite the troubles you had endured, you feel like you're finally where you need to be. Things feel settled, time seems to be moving slower, your relationships traversing on calm waters. Because the flower shop had been booming with more customers and clients, Mrs. Pak made you lead florist while she hired another part-timer, Bora, who helped in between her classes. You're mainly at the shop, preparing pre-ordered bouquets and setting some aside for grabs at the store; while the other half of your time is now spent traveling to venues to set up for special events. You've greatly appreciated the bump in responsibilities, enjoying that most of your time is spent doing what you love. During nights or weekends that you are free, you occasionally head to the pottery studio to continue creating pieces to add to your collection or sell.

As for Minho, the time felt like it did you well. But in a sense where you were able to say your peace to the past, where you were able to process the highs and the lows in that chapter with Minho. Though things changed the trajectory of everything, Minho has never left your side. He continued to create enough distance until you were ready to bring him closer, always ready to support you in any way that he could. But, there was never any pressure to be more, to be less. Minho let you be and that's because he loved you;

And he loved you enough to let you go.

Loved you enough to let you properly conquer this world without him holding you back.

In the end, you will always love Minho, but you're realizing that loving him as who you are now, as where you are now, as his bestfriend, will always be more than enough. So you let it sit the way it is now, afraid to force something that wasn't meant for the next chapter of your life.

In the end, you will have Minho the way the universe allows you to, and vice versa.

In the end, you'd rather have a part of him than lose him at all.

"Hey." You pick up the call, gathering some last minute items and tossing them into your bag.

"Hey, I'm out front." Minho says on the other line while he shuffles around in his car.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

"Take your time." You purse your lips together before ending the call. You run your chapstick across your lips once more before grabbing your bag and heading out of the door. You walk through the side door seeing Minho relaxing in the driver's seat— scrolling through his phone. Since it's been a good amount of time, your stomach no longer drops when you see him, heart no longer feels like it's beating out of your chest, palms no longer wet and sweaty from anxiety.

And it feels nice.

Refreshing.

Peaceful.

"Hey." He says, turning to you as soon as you swing the door open and settle into the passenger's seat. You give him a tiny smile before buckling in your seatbelt. "All good?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Is it too warm?" Minho adjusts the heat slightly.

"No, it's good. It's perfect." He nods, driving off to your childhood neighborhood. "Cafe is okay? Surprised you were able to run off."

"Mhm. Yeah well, JJ's got it, plus we hired another person to help out. It's been pretty smooth lately."

"That's good. Then, you're able to do more for your dance group and the studio, right? Just like you wanted?" He nods.

"Yeah, I am. We're finishing up for our competition next weekend."

"I'm glad you have more time for that now. I'm sure it'll go great."

"How's the shop and Mrs. Pak? Still busy, I'm assuming?" You sigh and let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, it's booming lately. But, Bora's been a lot of help when I can't be around so I'm grateful for her. I was just afraid of Mrs. Pak having to handle a lot on her own again."

"I'm sure she appreciates everything you do for her and the shop." You nod.

"I have to travel next weekend. The client that hired us for the event is about 2 hours away."

"You'll be okay?"

"I'll be okay. I know I can call you guys if anything comes up."

"Okay." He looks at you, content with your answer. And when Minho looks at you, he still sees love, feels love.

He always will.

But, he's also gotten to understand what it truly means to put you first, to put your needs above his own, to be your bestfriend. For a moment, he felt lost when you distanced yourself; no longer by his side like you used to be. He wondered how he could salvage everything and fix the problems overnight to bring you close again. He wondered what he could do differently this time, wondered how he should act, how he should talk, how he could paint himself in a different picture. He felt exhausted from trying to control every single aspect of life, micromanaging every little detail he could.

Then, he realized the answer was in front of him this entire time. He realized how much he was holding you back when you started to smile more, when you started to laugh and move with grace more comfortably; dancing along with the wind, while your eyes held more life than they used to. He realized you needed to shape your own life outside of him, outside of Jisung and your friends, outside of Uncle Adrian.

Create your own version of the greenest grass, the bluest skies, the starriest nights.

This is the unconditional love you needed, even if it was from a distance.

As he continues to drive, he peeks over from time to time, watching as you keep your eyes glued to the surroundings as it passes by. He can't really tell if things are starting to feel familiar, or if you are trying to dig deep within yourself to find that familiar feeling. Overall, you seem to be content, and you don't seem to be regretting your decision of asking Minho to take you here.

When Minho finally drives down a familiar street, he slows his speed a bit; pointing towards certain places while telling you as much as he remembers from his own memory. Although Minho wasn't a part of your life during this point of your childhood, you and Jisung used to take him to this neighborhood pretty often— bringing you to the convenience store you always hung out at, the grocery store your families frequented, the park that had the monkey bars you and Jisung used to fight over. Even though he wasn't there, he felt included. Always.

"You guys took me here quite a few times." Minho points at the convenience store. "We'd go in there and spend our spare change because they had $1 surprise gifts." Minho chuckles a bit. "We'd get a range of things, like random sticker books. Bracelets. Keychains. You even got lucky once and got your favorite pink pencil case out of that." You giggle.

"I still have that sitting on my desk." He nods.

"Yup. We'd spend so much visiting there. They always had our favorite snacks. Sometimes, there would be a hotteok cart nearby. It stopped coming after awhile though." He turns down a road that leads into a residential area. Most of the houses were designed similarly, probably having the same layouts and just enough rooms for families to live comfortably. It's a quiet street, barely any kids playing out front or around on the block. Minho parks his car along the curb, pointing at the park that's a bit of a walk down a path into the middle of the area. "Wanna talk a walk to the park with me?" He looks at you as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

"Sure." He gives you a small smile before heading out of the car, finding his place next to you as you stand and breathe in the crisp fresh air. He digs his hands into his jacket pockets, careful to not walk too quickly. You finally catch wind of a few kids playing around at the park while their parents hang around. Minho chuckles a bit when he hears a child screaming and laughing while their father spins them around on the roundabout; pleading for their dad to go faster.

"Jisungie hated that thing. Even when we'd come here in high school."

"Let me guess, he almost fell off of it."

"Yup." He lets out a breath. "Anyway, you and Jisung grew up at this park. When we came here all together, we'd play around on the monkey bars and wait for the ice cream truck to come. That ice cream truck sold the specific brand of strawberry shortcake ice cream you loved so much. You refused to buy anything else."

"You know, now that you mention it, I haven't had that in awhile." You giggle and kick at the leaves beneath your feet, eyes now darting to the kids chasing each other around the park.

"You loved that ice cream." He walks over to the tree on the opposite side. "We used to play the dumbest games here, like tag. Hopping from bridge to bridge, trying not to step on the ground or else we'd be out." You laugh.

"Everything sounded so fun."

"And chaotic." You watch as he looks at the tree bark, running his fingers across the surface before calling you to his side. "Come look at this."

"Hm?" You hum, walking around to stand next to him. You let out a small gasp seeing your names carved messily onto the bark, the 'o' shape on your mouth slowly forming into a tiny smile. "This was in high school?"

"Yup. We spent a lot of good times here." You look at him. "Ready to walk to your house? It's just down this way." He points towards the ongoing path behind him.

"Mhm." You nod.

The walk is quiet, but it's a comfortable silence that falls between you and Minho. It's quick anyways, especially being that you thoroughly enjoy taking in the fresh air while observing your surroundings. You can hear the birds chirping amongst the trees that line the pathway, the dirt beneath your feet with every step. You follow Minho as he turns down the corner and stops, pointing at a dark brown, ranch-style family home. It's not small, but not the biggest; obvious that the maintenance wasn't a high priority over the years, the paint chipping off in certain areas.

"That's it." You stand and stare, taking in the small, quaint house sitting by itself— a good distance separating it from the next house over.

"Hm." You hum. "It does feel like home." You say, unable to explain the huge wave of nostalgia that suddenly overcame your senses. "I can't put my finger on it, but it certainly feels like home." Minho nods. "I can't believe we were here. This is where I grew up."

"Yeah."

"Wish I could remember it." At this point, an elderly lady comes out— walking onto the small porch with her cane. She notices you two and gently smiles, heading towards the flowers planted along the walkway into the house.

"I don't usually see pretty faces like yours come around. Are you from here?" She asks with a sweet smile, tending to her growing rose bush.

"I, um, grew up in this home when I was really young. I just wanted to come by and see it. I hope you don't mind that we're standing here looking at the house." She chuckles.

"Nonsense. My son bought this house but eventually moved out of the country, then had us move in here."

"That's nice."

"Does it look the same as you remember it?" Minho looks at you, but before he could intervene, you respond simply with a :

"I think so. Feels like it."

"I'm glad." She looks at her door then back at you two. "Do you, maybe, wanna come in?" You shake your head, afraid of it being too overwhelming, too much. Especially for someone like you, who is still learning life and the world.

"Oh, no. Thank you, though. We're going to leave soon. Seeing it from here is enough."

"You sure?" Minho asks quietly. You look at him and nod.

"Okay, sweetheart. If you ever change your mind, please knock. My husband and I are just around in the house."

"Thank you." You give her a small, curt bow before turning to Minho. "Let's go."

"Okay." Is all he says before following you down the path, creating enough distance between you and the house before chiming in again. "You sure you don’t wanna go in, Y/N?"

"Mhm. I'm just afraid it'll be too overwhelming for me, and I won't even know why. I'll have nothing to compare the feeling to.” You pause. “I promise. I'm okay seeing it that way. I think—" You sigh. "I think that feeling of seeing it and having it feel like home is enough. I don't want anything else to take over that."

"Okay." He pops his arm out for you to take and hold onto it. "That sounds good to me. We can make our way to the cemetery at a good time."

"Thanks, Minho."

"Course." The two of you continue to the car, laughing and smiling at the kids that are still playing in the park. You plop into the passenger's seat and buckle your seatbelt, rubbing your hands together to get rid of the morning cold. Minho checks on the flowers in the backseat, making sure they're still sitting prettily before hopping into the driver's seat.

"Good?" You nod. "Ready to go see your mom?"

"I am."

"Mmkay." Is all Minho responds with before pulling away from the curb. The cemetery is close to an hour drive in the opposite direction, and Minho makes sure you're comfortable for the ride over. He keeps it rather lowkey, playing soft music in the background while keeping the heat on. He doesn't really try to make small conversation not only because he's not much of a person for it, but because he can also tell your mind is already occupied. He does ask you from time to time if you're hungry and if you'd like to eat first, but you respond with a soft 'no;' reassuring him that all is well through a smile before leaning your head against the window.

Uncle Adrian was caught up at work, but he lets you know he'll meet you at the cemetery as soon as he's able to slip away and pack it up for the day, telling you to take your time and sit with her for as long as you'd like. You aren't really sure what you're gonna do when you get there though, to be honest. You're not even sure how long you plan to stick around. But, thankfully, Minho doesn't mind. He knows you need this right now, and he'll do whatever he can to help ease this.

To ease the transition in closing this chapter, in moving forward.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | EARLY COLLEGE

Minho is woken up in the middle of the night when he hears you giving off small whimpers. You're still snuggled against him, enveloped in his arms; though, he feels you twitch every now and then. He looks down at you, brushing the hair away from your face when he realizes you're still asleep and probably having a bad dream.

"Y/N." He says softly with a gentle shake at the shoulder. "Baby." He says a bit louder when you don't budge. He's a little bit rougher with his shake, finally getting you to slowly pry an eye open before the other follows suit.

"Hm?" You sleepily ask, rubbing at your face.

"You were having a bad dream."

"No."

"No?"

"My mom visited me in my dream. I was crying for her."

"I'm sorry, love."

"Nothing to be sorry about."

"Do you remember if she said anything to you?" You nod and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly as you recall the best parts of your dream. Although it was a happy, beautiful dream, you found yourself tearing up at the thought of how angelic and peaceful your mom looked. At least, you could confirm that she was okay and that she was happy— wherever she was at.

"Mhm. She said she missed me, and that she was really happy to see me. She said she thinks about me all the time and that she's always by my side no matter what." You sniffle. Minho lifts your chin with his finger, wiping away at the tears that manage to slip down your bottom lid and down your cheeks.

"I'm glad she visited you."

"I am, too." You begin to cry a bit harder as reality hits you, the thought of not actually being able to physically hug your mom feeling incredibly painful tonight. "I miss her so much, Min. I wish I could hug her."

"I know you do, baby. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just got scared. I wish I could do more to help."

"No, it's okay. Just really miss her. But I'm glad she seems to be happy."

"And I'm sure she's very happy because she can see you doing well and being so strong."

"I hope so."

"I know so." Minho gives off a tiny chuckle before pulling you close and hugging you tightly. "Let's get back to sleep, yeah? We've got a couple of more hours before we need to be up."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." You whisper against his chest, shutting your eyes in hopes of finding sleep again.

☁︎ END

It's a bit past lunch time when you arrive at the cemetery, and you still don't feel hungry. You do feel nervous for whatever reason, somewhat anxious, even. Minho parks in a free space, shutting off the car while letting out a breath.

"You okay?" He looks at you while you stare out of the window. All you can do is look at him and nod once more before unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the car. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the back seat, hoping to rearrange them at her grave. Minho takes lead down the grassy field, stopping a few feet away from the car. He stands above a grave, looking down at the flat headstone before laying down a blanket and turning to you. You slowly approach him, letting him throw an arm around you and give it a soft squeeze.

"It's her." Is all he hears you say before you kneel to the ground and place the flowers down. It takes a moment before you register what's happening, before you realize that you're finally meeting her after all this time.

Again.

You take another moment just to observe, to sit and be still. Then, you look at her picture, and you just cry. You cry, and cry. Because you miss her, because all you feel is overwhelming love for her.

You shakily run your finger down the picture, her smile so beautiful, so calming.

So peaceful.

You wish you could hug her tightly.

"I wish I could hug her." You say softly, and Minho can't help but gently rub your back to help ease your crying. Though, it's nice to know that you aren't alone, and you know you never will be. You do believe that your mom has been here with you, never leaving your side— especially throughout everything that's happened.

"We can stay here for as long as you need to." Minho adds. You quietly begin to arrange her flowers, Minho sitting back after he's added the bowl of oranges to the headstone. He watches as you delicately fix each stem, each flower, helping them stand tall and long.

"Do they look okay?"

"They're beautiful." You give him a small smile.

"Mrs. Pak just got these in a couple of days ago. The baby blue Baby's Breath? They're so pretty."

"They are."

"I hope she likes them."

"I'm sure she does." You sit back contently, hands falling to your lap.

"Minho, I really wish I could remember the moments I've had with her. I think that's been the most upsetting part about everything. Not remembering the times I've had with my mom. Cause I can't get those back, and I can't necessarily make new ones with her."

"I'm sorry, I know. But, I know Uncle Adrian would be more than happy to walk down memory lane with you whenever you're ready. And I know she'd be happy to see you making new ones with him. She's with you everywhere you go, and she's in everything you do. You know that, right?"

"Mm, yeah. I just.. I don't know. I wish I could have a pass to go back in time to talk to her, or see her in my dreams." You sigh. "At least I can talk to her here, though. I hope she hears me."

"She does." Minho responds softly, watching as you stare at your mom's photo. He doesn't interrupt, gives you a moment to let your thoughts be.

To let you hold space. For you, for your mom.

And it's like this for awhile. Minho doesn't mind, especially since the weather has cleared up a bit and gotten warmer.

"Yo!" Jisung suddenly comes up the path, hands dug deep into his jacket. "Sorry I'm a bit late, I got caught up with some work stuff even though I told them I was taking off early today." He lets out a sigh as he sits next to you on the blanket. "You guys okay?"

"Mm yeah. I think so." You murmur.

"You sure, cielo?"

"Mhm. I just miss her, is all." Jisung pulls you into a hug and rubs at your arm while looking down at her headstone.

"Whenever we went on trips, your mom would always buy me bags of my favorite gummies. She'd always take us to get ice cream, or to the local convenience store to buy whatever snacks we wanted. Sometimes, she'd sit outside with us just to get some air and people watch." Jisung chuckles. "Your mom was really like my second mom. She was the nicest person. Always smiling. Kinda like you, I guess?" You laugh.

"Wow, you guess?" He shrugs.

"Twins, for real." Jisung continues to tell you stories about the trips your families have taken together— how she would never let you two be unhappy, always willing to take you two to the places you wanted to visit even if everyone else was tired. She'd patiently wait for you two to finish playing, swimming, whatever it was— as long as you two were happy.

Then, the three of you find yourselves sitting quietly in front of her grave, looking out at the hills beyond it. The sky is bright and blue with no clouds in sight, weather warm with a very gentle breeze. The trees around you are full, showing off their healthy green leaves.

You sit, you breathe, you feel.

You turn to Jisung who is quietly dusting off your mom's grave, picking at the old, tiny, brown leaves that have accumulated in the corner. A small smile grows at your lips when you notice how focused he is on the small, tiny details; finger tracing the edges of the flat headstone. Then, you turn to Minho, who quietly sits by your side, looking out at the distant city view ahead. He suddenly meets your gaze, a smile growing at the corners of his lips. He pulls you into his arm, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

No words being exchanged, no words needed to be said.

Nothing.

You've come to know what the blue side of the sky truly means, what it truly feels like. Because there is so much pain, anguish, hurt in this world, so many grey skies and loud, aggressive storms.

But not in this moment.

In this moment, there is only happiness, comfort, peace. Blue skies and warmth.

In this moment, there is only love.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | EARLY CHILDHOOD

"Y/N." Your mom says as she holds your hand as you attempt to walk in a straight line on the curb. You giggle when you almost lose balance, your grip around her fingers tightening as you regain it. "Y/N love, are you listening to mommy?"

"I am, I am." You giggle and look up at her, flashing her that million-watt smile she adores.

"Okay, good. I just want you to listen to me for a second."

"Okay, mommy."

"You know, the world isn't a scary place, but it isn't perfect either, love." You continue to walk silently along the curb, listening to your mom. "You know mommy is always doing her best to raise you well, right?"

"Mhm, mhm!"

"I don't want you to grow up fearing new places, new adventures, new people. But, I also want you to protect yourself and save yourself for those that really deserve you. Every bit of you. Okay? I'm trying my hardest to raise you to be brave and strong, and I know you will be. But sometimes, you can't be. And that's okay. That's why it's so important to have good people around you. Good friends. People that care about you and love you no matter what. Always surround yourself with love."

"I have friends." You smile at her and she smiles back. "Like Jisungie."

"I know. And Jisungie is a perfect example of a good friend who will never leave your side. But sometimes, Jisungie might not always be there. What are you going to do?"

"Be strong! Because I am strong!" She laughs when you raise your arms to show off your muscles.

"Right, be strong. You're my brave girl. You will always be my brave and strong girl. Life may not always be that kind to you, but I know you'll be able to overcome anything. You deserve the very best, always. Never let yourself believe otherwise."

"Is it because I'm like you, mommy?"

"Yes." She giggles. "Yes it is. You're just like me." She scoops you into her arms before planting a kiss on your cheek and pointing upwards. "You know, if you ever have bad days, or if you ever need a reminder. Just look up at the blue sky." She pauses and taps the tip of your nose. "Because no matter what, that blue sky will always come back after the rain. It'll never let those grey skies completely take over no matter how hard the rain comes down. It will always come back and be there for you."

☁︎ END

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blanketbvby · 5 months

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A Demon's Guide to Anthropology 2

Part 2: sunlight

Word count: 655

Tags: use of 'MC' and they/them pronouns, brief description of a pill bottle and vitamins, rushed and short, fluff

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MC going back to the human world periodically over weekends and denying staying in the Devildom over breaks despite claiming they wanted to confused Mammon.

It had been explained to him a thousand times, and yet he'd seem to forget just as soon as it was said. He simply didn't understand.

One one particular return to the human world, Mammon went straight to the source of all his confusion, sat down on the bed, propped his elbows on his knees, and stared with a seriousness one would only see in his gaze at a casino.

The human who brought such emotion from him murmured to themself as they packed a small bag about needing to keep a bag ready to stunt this constant packing and unpacking only a few things, and Mammon stayed silent in thought.

When MC stood, bag slung over a shoulder, Mammon pounced like a cat.

"So.." He drew it out nice and slow, swing casual despite his body language showing he clearly wasn't being such a thing.

"Why do ya need to go back so much?"

MC blinked and raised a brow, turning to look at the greedy demon. A flash of amusement formed in their eyes, a companion to their confusion.

"Didn't Lucifer explain this to you, like, a billion times?"

Mammon scoffed and grumbled, mumbling under his breath about the question and the realities of it before giving his response.

"It's not my fault! I-I'm just curious, but it's not like I care or somethin'! You're just a human why can't I ask? You're in my care, so just cough it up you-!"

He cut himself off when he heard laughing coming from above, glancing up and watching the object of his torment wheeze and laugh, covering their mouth to poorly hide the humor they felt.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just.. I need to go back, it's not that I want to. Humans can't survive without sunlight," they explained.

This only brought more questions than answers, along with a sense of growing urgent dread.

"You what?"

"Yeah, humans need sunlight to survive. Why do you think I take these?" MC held up a small bottle labeled with their name on top. Inside of it was a few clear capsules. Vitamins, Mammon is quick to put a name to them.

"W-Well, I just thought- I just-" He huffed and crossed his arms, pouting like a spoiled child denied their wants.

"Without sunlight humans die, so I take these to sustain myself each day here, and go back to the human world with Solomon whenever we can."

It all made sense partially, but Mammon knows truthfully it wouldn't make a whole lot of sense even with a dumbed down human anatomy lesson. This once, he conceded and allowed himself to not fully understand, despite his sin making him internally scream for answers on his human's health.

"But," MC began again, causing the sulking demon to perk up and look at them from where he sat on the bed and where they stood. "If you're good next week, I'll ask Lucifer and Lord Diavolo if you can come next time? Just don't tell anyone, I don't want the others knowing I'm only taking you."

MC knew just the right answer to cheer the avatar of, and immediately to hide his rebounded embarrassment, Mammon turned his head to the side and scoffed, arms crossed.

"You think I can't last a week? I'll show ya that I can last a month!"

The humans merely shook their head and sighed, readjusting the hold on their bag, and giving a small smile.

"Sure thing, Mammon. And pigs can fly."

The demon gave a squawk once he realized what that meant, the human beginning to leave as they laughed.

"HEY!"

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zirobitches · 5 months

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One Piece Domestic Fluff

I'll crawl home to her - Sir Crocodile x GN!Reader

Note: Not related to soulmate AU i just love croc

Summary: Devil fruit users are weakened by seawater, and I'm convinced some of them really hate all water as a result. Anyways reader comes back from a trip to find their partner Croc greasy af.

Tags: domestic fluff, takes place during cross guild era, slight angst? just taking care of ur mans, just domestic things. also implied/mentioned nudity bc yall take a bath together, also Buggy mention (i kind of insult him but i swear i love him i just dont find clowns hot)

Words: 3100+

AN: I'm usually an angst/slow-burn writer but I needed some fluff. this has not been beta-ed and i'm posting as soon as i get done writing. it is currently 2am. lmk if there's big errors. thanks ily bye

There was a knock at your cabin door.

“Come in,” you call across the room. The door swings open and one of the crew of your ship peeks his head in.

“The island is finally in sight, we should be arriving by 5.” He reports.

“Thank you, go ahead and make sure the rest of the crew makes preparations.” He nods in reply and the door shuts behind him. You sigh, and lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.

It had been almost three months since you had last seen Crocodile. You two have had longer separations, courtesy of Strawhat and the Marines, but that did not make it easier. You weren’t supposed to go this long originally, but certain encounters with some old Whitebeard crew on your end had incurred some delays. That was then followed by the official disbandment of the Seven Warlords, and Crocodile had to extend your reunion date to take advantage of the situation.

Now that the Cross Guild has been established, and no one was chasing you or Crocodile, you could finally find each other again.

Stepping onto land had never felt so good. Everyone that you passed or tried to speak to you was blurred due to your tunnel vision. You scanned the small crowd that had come to the dock to greet you, looking for the familiar tall figure.

Instead, you are stopped by a clown.

“Y/N, right?” You froze at the brightly colored monstrosity in front of you. He seemed familiar for some reason.

“Sir Croc sent me to get you, he and Mihawk had some business to wrap up before you arrived.” The clown continued to talk to you, but you were distracted by his large red nose. You recognized him from the posters - he was Buggy the Clown, the pirate who originally began Buggy’s Delivery Service, now known as Cross Guild. But you were just wondering why the red nose looked so realistic. Surely it’s not real?

“Y/N? I’ll show you to his room, it’s where he told me to bring you.” The nose was real, but you now had more important things to think about.

“His room should be fine, thank you.” You finally replied, making eye contact. Just to be met with freaky pale blue eyes. This man did not win the genetics lottery.

Buggy continued to ramble as he showed you around. Your mind however was not retaining any of it. After three months of not seeing Crocodile, the person you held most dear in the world, you were itching to see him again, and being closer to your goal did not put you at ease. Instead, you were even more anxious. Even this slight delay due to Mihawk had you peeved.

Finally, you arrived at a large gilded door. It was very Crocodile - a golden gilded frame for a large black door, granted all doors had to be large to allow someone like Croc through. You reached for the matching golden handle on the door and walked into his - no, your room.

Buggy wished you well and ran off before you could say goodbye. You didn’t listen to him much, but it was easy to tell that he was terrified of Crocodile.

You chuckled and closed the door behind you. A quick sweep of the room told you you had beaten Crocodile to the room. You sighed and tossed a backpack you had brought on a nearby couch.

The room was massive - it was easily the size of a small apartment. The first half of the room was a lounge; a large fireplace to your right with the couch and coffee table in front of it, and a Crocodile-sized armchair in the corner. To your left was a desk, already drowned in papers - why being a pirate created so much paperwork, you would never know. The second half was the bedroom. At the center of the back wall was a massive 4 post-bed - absurdly large, even for Crocodile. Both of you could lay in bed at the same time and never accidentally touch. But the fancy, if not gaudy decor that covered the entire room was not surprising to you.

Sir Crocodile had always been partial to the baroque style.

You made your way to the bed and climbed onto it. You may have to ask for some steps to be installed if you are supposed to sleep here every night. You sunk into the bed and let out a long sigh. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be much longer till he arrived.

Then, as if summoned by your thoughts, the door opened again and Crocodile stepped in. You immediately sat up on the bed and looked at him.

The purple vest wasn’t your favorite look on Crocodile, but right now just having him in sight brought a grin to your face.

As soon as he saw you he vanished into sand and then reappeared on the bed in front of you. You inadvertently sucked in a breath - you were used to seeing him use his devil fruit powers, but having him so near - his face now less than a foot away from yours - well, you weren’t prepared for it.

“Hello my love,” Croc’s voice swept over you, the deep rasp of it driving straight into your chest.

Before you could get a reply out he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into him, all the tension of your separation vanishing with his presence. He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, and his hand came up to the back of your head to gently press you against his lips, his weight now resting on his hook to your right.

You pressed forward, your hands finding support on his chest - warm and solid, he was finally there with you - and hand one traveled up to cup his face. He hummed against you, then finally pulled back. The kiss could not have been that long but you were still at a loss for breath, but smiled at him.

A soft smile appeared across his face as well, his massive hands still cupping your face.

“Gods I missed you,” You finally responded and he chuckled. As you two just looked at each other you noticed a strand of hair fall in front of his face, his normally slicked-back style beginning to fall apart.

You moved your hand from his jaw and began to sweep the hair back into place, but then paused your hand atop his head. Your fingers briefly carded through his hair, and then you grabbed a portion between your fingers.

“Croc, darling, when was the last time you washed your hair?” Now that you looked at him, Crocodile did not look. Well. His deep-set eyes now seemed darker due to the bags underneath, his face paler than you were familiar with, and his hair….

At first glance, you thought it was a healthy shine that covered it, but now realize it was oil. His hair had clearly not been washed in days, maybe even weeks from the look of it, and stayed slicked back on his head from the build-up. The last time you had seen him in a similar state was shortly after he escaped from Impel Down.

Crocodile heaved a sigh, his eyes closing and shoulders slumped. He mumbled something towards the bed, but with his deep voice and his face not facing yours, you didn’t quite catch it.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You tried to use a gentle tone with him - you were now concerned for him, confused as to how he got in this state.

“I haven’t been comfortable enough to bathe, not since the Warlords were dissolved,” Crocodile spoke up, but still not making eye contact.

You felt yourself slightly lean back in surprise. It made sense you suppose - not only were devil fruit users slightly weakened by any body of water, sea water or not, but Crocodile’s powers were rendered completely useless when he got wet. If he had been chased by Marines for the past few weeks and then untrusting of his new business partners, he was going to avoid putting himself at risk of being vulnerable.

You briefly considered having Daz acting as guard at the door when Croc was bathing, but not only would that indicate he was at his weakest, but it was sure to somehow make him embarrassed. For a man with such a large ego, he really could not handle any bruises to his pride.

Instead of prying into his discomfort, you brought your hand under his chin and lifted his face to look at him.

“I need to bathe as well after all the bullshit that’s happened. Would you care to accompany me?” Your offer of an act of intimacy like this was sure to distract from whatever negative feelings he may have.

Sure enough, a smirk spread across his face, his eyes already seeming to undress you before you two had even made a move towards the bathroom.

You move your hand from his chin to his face, covering his eyes. “Cut that out, I’m too tired for anything like that.” It was true; whatever adrenaline had kept you going during your time apart was now gone, swept away and replaced by exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to get clean and crawl into bed with this man and sleep for the next 16 hours.

Crocodile merely laughed at your indignation and brought his arms underneath your hips. He easily lifted you into his grasp and carried you off the bed and into the bathroom.

You had noticed the door to the left when you walked in but hadn’t made it that far. While it may have been fair to assume it was large, you were still taken aback by the size.

It was practically a small spa. The shower could easily have both of you in there and even more, people if the occasion required it. But what stole the show was the bath.

It was less like a bath and more like a large hot tub. Or a private hot spring. It was already filled with water and steam rolled off the top.

“I had someone prepare the bath for us.” You looked up at Crocodile, finally dragging your eyes away from the bathroom. “I figured you wouldn’t be pleased by the state I was in and I thought you would enjoy relaxing in a bath.” He was looking down at you, his signature shit-eating smirk sitting on his face.

You just sighed in response and leaned into his embrace, resting your head below his chin.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him press a soft kiss on your head.

He eventually let you go and you both undressed, piling all your clothes together. You stepped into the water first, standing on a wide step as you looked at Croc. Several steps went down into the bath, which was really just a small hot pool you decided. It allowed you and Crocodile to be submerged at your preferred depth in the water, a convenience you were grateful for.

Crocodile was a vision. Still as well built as the first time you meant, now slightly softened by age and covered with more scars. You tried your best to keep your eyesight above the waist but couldn’t help some appreciative glances at what was below.

Crocodile also stared back at you, his eyes devouring the sight of you naked in the bath before him. Any apprehension he may have had vanished when you reached out to him, beckoning him to the water. He walked down the steps and went past you, deeper into the water, till he was only a foot taller than you rather than his usual height difference.

You now felt too drained for words, the warm water relaxing you into a state of drowsiness. You gestured towards Crocodile to sit down on one of the higher steps. He gave you a questioning look but listened to your commands. He was used to the occasions you decided to go nonverbal.

After he sat down in the water you noticed it - there was a detachable shower head that was attached to the edge so you could wash your hair in the pool. That would make this process much easier.

Grabbing the shower head you found the knob at the base and turned on the water. The sound of running water made Crocodile turn his head and look at what you were up to. You just smiled back at him and gestured for him to lean his head back so you could rinse. He dutifully closed his eyes and leaned back as you rinsed the water through his hair.

After you had prepared his head you then went back to the edge of the pool and looked at some soaps that had been provided. They were thankfully labeled in little dishes - a bar of shampoo, a bar of conditioner, and body wash. You grabbed the bar of shampoo and thoroughly lathered it in your hands.

You then walked back to the large man who sat there and began to work the shampoo into his hair. As your nails gently dragged against his scalp, Crocodile leaned back towards your touch, a deep sigh escaping him as he fully relaxed into you.

Your heart ached at his softness. When was the last time he let himself relax? The last time you were together? If so, you couldn’t imagine how amazing it may feel for him to finally be at ease after months of staying on guard.

Before you let yourself get emotional by this, you focus back on the task at hand. You were now determined to get this man as relaxed as possible. You had loved Crocodile for a long time and took pleasure in doing mundane daily things such as this with him. The fact that he seemed to not only enjoy it but often only did these mundane tasks with you, made them into something special.

Lather, rinse. Lather, rinse. Condition and while you let it sit in his hair you began to wash your own.

Eventually, you both emerged from the now almost cool pool, completely clean and perfectly exhausted.

Robes had been prepared along with everything else, and after you dried off you slipped yours on. It was normal person-sized, definitely not something you could mistake for Croc’s robe that was so long it would have engulfed you.

Before you could begin to walk, Crocodile leaned down and picked you up again in a bridal carry.

You made a small noise in surprise but then leaned into his chest, the robe soft and warm against your cheek.

Crocodile carried you back into the bedroom and carefully placed you into the bed. You pulled back the blankets and arranged the pillows as your partner went around and sat on the edge of the bed and lit his final cigar of the day. As he puffed the cigar he went about dismantling his hook.

Crocodile was quite adept with his chosen prosthetic, you never feared he would accidentally hurt you with it, but at night was a different story. It had taken a while to convince him you would both be better off if he didn’t wear it at night and he had relented. Now it was a nightly ritual for him to take it off before going to sleep.

You leaned back into the bed and turned to face Crocodile. Your partner was occupied reading some documents he must have grabbed from his desk at some point - being able to turn into sand had its perks - but turned to meet your gaze.

The cigar was quickly put out and discarded to the nightstand on his side of the bed. He then leaned and turned off the last lamp and the entire room went dark. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight coming from the windows of the room and you could just barely make out Crocodile.

He finally leaned back into the bed and then you felt more than saw as he reached out and pulled you to him, the large bed not large enough to keep you away from your love.

Crocodile was always so warm. For someone with his namesake, you had assumed that he would be cold-blooded, but for you, he burned. His hand, wide and warm and no longer covered in rings, made its way to your face.

Leaning across the pillows, Crocodile kissed you again. Your hands reached out to pull him closer, and soon both of you had your arms and legs wrapped tight around each other. Part of you wished neither of you would ever have to let go, that maybe you could just drown in him, be buried alive in the sand and smoke.

You separated the kiss to breathe again and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.

“I can’t do that again. Being away from you for so long was horrible.” You finally spoke up, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion.

Crocodile’s grip around you only tightened, his face leaning down to bury it in your hair. He took a deep breath and exhaled before responding.

“I have forgotten what it was like to live before knowing you.” His voice shook through you, the vibrations of it coming from his chest. “I’ve found out I am no longer capable of finding joy without you.”

You felt like you might cry - from happiness or sadness, you were unsure. Instead, you blinked back the tears and backed from his chest to look at him again.

Crocodile had never looked so tired before. He looked at you with such longing, maybe even grief in his gaze, that you knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth. He didn’t look like he would cry, and you have never seen him shed a single tear. But this was probably the closest you have gotten to him doing so.

“So I guess we'll just have to stay together from now on, hm?” You murmured to him, your hands coming up to brush some stray hairs from his face.

Crocodile just smiled at you and agreed. “I do hope you realize I wouldn’t let you leave me even if you wanted to.” He spoke so softly that it sounded sweet rather than obsessive. But you were so obsessed with him in return you didn’t even care.

“Sounds perfect to me.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Eventually, the two of you began to drift off, finally safe and sound in each other. As you fell asleep that night, surrounded by Crocodile’s warm embrace, you had never felt so loved.

#one piece #sir crocodile #one piece fanfiction #crocodile x reader #buggy mention #ily buggy but im not into clowns #sorry for being my victim #zirowrites #x reader

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buckybuckyboo · 1 year

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Dad’s best friend

Summary: After quitting your job and finding your boyfriend in bed with another woman, you decide to go back home for a while to recharge.

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count: 3,017

Warnings: NSFW. MInors DNI. P in V, age gap (reader is in her 20′s), oral (male receiving),

A/N: Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!! Any feedback is welcome. All mistakes are my own.

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It has been a hell of a week at work, well more like ever since you started working there. You finally had it with your boss and told her to stick her job up her ass and that you quit. Packing your stuff and heading home, you decided to stop in at your boyfriend's place to tell him you did what you wanted to do for so long. Maybe he would feel sorry for you and buy you some dinner. When you got to his apartment, his door was a jar and you instantly thought he had been broken into. Slowly you pushed the door open, nothing was out of place and everything looked fine. Then you heard some noise coming from the bedroom. Walking towards the door and swinging it open you see your boyfriend in bed with another woman. Talk about the final nail in the coffin.

Storming out of his apartment and heading back to your place, closing the door behind you and sinking to the floor "Fuck! What the fuck is happening!?". Pulling yourself together, getting off the floor, and deciding to get rid of the pictures you have around your place until you found a family photo. Your mom, dad, and your older brother. It's the only place you wanted to be right now so you give your dad a call.

"Hey, dad! I was wondering if I could move back home for a bit?"

"Of course honey! We would love to have you home! Is everything okay?"

"Thanks, dad, I'll tell you everything when I get there. I'm gonna pack a few things and then I'll be on my way. Love you. See you soon!"

In minutes you had your bag packed and you were on your way home. This will be just what you needed, going back to your roots. Fresh start. The drive home was relaxing, you listened to music the whole way, loudly. Your now ex never liked the radio up loud in the car. Everything was under your rules now and there was no turning back! It wasn't a long trip home, just about 3 hour drive. All your childhood memories came flooding back as you drove into the neighborhood. Flashbacks to riding your bike along with your childhood friend. As you pulled into the driveway, turning your car off, your dad was already waiting for you at the door with a big smile on his face. Running to him and wrapping your arms around him.

"Thanks for letting me come home"

"You're allowed to come home whenever you need to honey, no questions asked"

Heading inside to the kitchen, your dad made you some tea and a snack.

"It will be just you and I for a few days. Your mom is having a few nights out with her friends"

"That's okay, I'm glad she's out having fun. Did you have anything planned while she was gone?"

"No, just the regular night in with Bucky, drinks, and whatever sport is on. Or we will play poker. He will be over tomorrow evening and he sometimes stays. You don't mind?"

"Not at all dad, I don't mind at all. It will be nice to see Bucky again. Haven't seen him since I left for college. Wow, that's a long time ago"

It was true, you hadn't seen Bucky in years. You always had a teenage crush on him. You couldn't help but think how he looks now. Putting your cup and plate away then heading upstairs to your old room. Everything was just as you left it. You were exhausted from the trip and telling your dad everything that happened. Just wanting to sleep and forget about this whole day. Climbing into bed and falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon. Heading downstairs and heading into the kitchen to see your dad made a full breakfast, eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He remembered just how to cheer you up after everything that's happened.

"Good morning honey! Just making some coffee. Take a seat, pancakes are almost done"

"Thank you, dad, you didn't have to you know"

"Shh, I'm just happy to have you home with me" You smile and start eating your eggs and bacon then your dad brings over the pancakes.

"So, what time is Bucky coming over?"

"He comes over at around 7. I was thinking your car could do with a wash, wanna help after we're done here?"

"Sure, dad! But don't you have to -"

"I don't mind at all but take your time, and make sure you eat" You smile again and go back to eating. Then grabbing some coffee. Looking out the back window, watching your dad get everything ready to start washing your car. You head upstairs and change and meet him out there.

You both spent most of the afternoon washing your car, you couldn't help but mess with your dad throwing water at him but he knew you were just having some fun. He wanted you to have that big smile on your face.

"Do you want me to go out for a few hours so you can have your guy's night tonight?"

"No honey, you don't have to leave. We spend most of the night in the living room. You won't be bothering us"

"Okay, well I'll just have my dinner and head upstairs, watch a couple of movies"

"You could always join us if you want"

"Then it wouldn't be boy's night" You laugh.

"I'm gonna head in and get cleaned up" Dropping your bucket and sponge, you head inside and upstairs to shower.

After your shower, you headed back downstairs to make yourself some dinner. After the day you had yesterday, this called for a big bowl of pasta. Just as you sat down at the kitchen island to eat, the doorbell rang "Oh hon, that's Buck. Will you let him in, please? I'll be there in a minute."

"Sure!" Getting up and going to answer the door. When you open the door you see a very handsome man standing before you. He looks older, you can see the bits of grey in his beard.

"Hi, Bucky!"

He stands there mouth hanging open as he looks at you.

"Y/N What are you doing home? Did your dad cancel? I didn't get a message or anything."

"No, he didn't cancel Bucky. I didn't want to interrupt your night. Come on in, I'm sure you know where the living room is"

"Thanks, doll, you didn't answer my question though," He says as he walks past you and turns to look at you.

"What are you doing home? Something happen? Are you okay?"

"I just needed some time, I'm okay" It's like he can sense that something has happened, you didn't want to get into it again though and you didn't want him feeling sorry for you.

"Dad will be with you in a few minutes, I'm going back to the kitchen to eat my food before it goes cold. See you later."

Heading back into the kitchen and sitting back at the island. You could see Bucky come in seconds after you and put his beers in the fridge. You have your back turned to him but you can feel his eyes on you. Sitting there, eating your dinner, scrolling through your phone till you see him out the corner of your eye, then he is in full view and leans against the kitchen counter.

"So, I haven't seen you since you left town with that boyfriend of yours for your new job" He smiles. "Yeah, a long time ago, and now I don't have either of them"

"What?"

"New start. No more assholes"

He moves beside you at the island placing his hand on your shoulder. "Are you okay baby girl?"

"Yeah Bucky, I'm fine" You give him a sweet smile and move off your chair, leaving your plate in the sink.

"Cause you know I'll take care of him, just give me the word"

Moving over to him and placing your hand on his cheek and kissing him on his other cheek, then looking into his eyes. You feel his hand placed on your hip. "No need Bucky, He's already miserable without me". Where is this confidence coming from? He smiles and you leave to go back to your room.

A little while has passed and you're sitting comfortably on your bed looking through the job section on your laptop. You could hear them downstairs laughing and shouting at the TV, well mostly your dad shouting but you could hear Bucky laughing too and it made you smile. Then the daydreaming started. Thinking about back into the kitchen after kissing his cheek, leaning in again, and kissing his lips. It left tingles all over your body. Your phone ringing pulled you out of your daydream, it was your brother.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/N you at your apartment? Need a place to crash for the night. Had a couple of drinks, can't drive"

"No, I'm back at mom and dad's, don't go to my apartment"

"Why?"

"Long story"

"Okay, um, can you get dad on the phone please?"

"Yeah, sure, give me a minute". Hopping off your bed, you made your way downstairs and gave your phone to your dad. He left the room and you turned to Bucky.

"Having a good evening?"

You noticed his eyes on your legs, then his eyes snapped up to yours. You had forgotten that you changed into something more comfortable to lounge around in. Just an oversized shirt of your dad's. Bucky smirks at you.

"What?"

"You look good in my t-shirt sweetheart"

"Oh, this is yours? Thanks, it's nice and comfy" Your dad comes back into the room.

"Honey, I have to go pick your brother up and take him home. I'll be about an hour or more till I get back. Rain check Bucky?"

"Um, dad?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Can Bucky stay? I don't wanna be alone"

"You mind Buck?"

"Not at all, I'll stay till you get back"

"Thanks, I'll be as quick as I can"

"Drive safe!"

He grabs his keys and heads out the door. "Can I get you a beer doll?"

"Sure, that would be nice" He gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab one for you while you take a seat on the couch. He comes back into the living room handing you your beer. "Thanks, Bucky, sorry your boy's night got ruined"

He sits beside you on the couch. "It's okay doll there's not a whole log going on anyway" He stretches his arm over the back of the couch behind you "So you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Why?"

"Well, do I need to beat him up?"

"He's definitely not worth it. I just need to get the strength to get my stuff out of that apartment"

"I can help you with that"

"That would be nice Buck. God I don't even wanna see him"

"You won't have to doll. Tell me what he did."

"I came home from work after an awful day and told my boss to stick her job up her ass"

"Good, I'm proud of you"

"Thanks" You smile sweetly at him and then it fades. "When I got to his apartment, I found him in bed with a tall blonde. She was everything I'm not. I left, and decided to come home"

"I'm glad you did sweetheart, you don't need that"

"Yeah, been thinking about going blonde"

"Don't you dare, do not change because of that asshole."

Looking at him and smiling, your eyes moving from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips again, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. "Um, what was that for doll?"

"Just shut up and kiss me James" Placing your hands around his neck and kissing him deeply then he pushes you away gently.

"Sweetheart we can't do this, your dad will kill me"

"Who's gonna tell him?" He looks at you surprised

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes James, show me how a real man treats a woman" Bucky leans back in, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. You don't waste any time and slip your panties off from under your oversized shirt and climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply and grinding against his jeans. He's already hard, you feel him through his jeans.

"Well, you don't waste any time getting hard huh?"

"Oh baby, I've been rock hard ever since you opened the front door to let me in"

Wasting no time and undoing his jeans and zip, reaching in and wrapping your hand around his cock. Bucky's head falls back on the couch as you slowly stroke him. His tip already leaking pre cum. Wping it with your thumb and bringing it to your mouth and moaning at the taste. "Shit baby girl, you're killing me here. You not gonna let me taste you?"

Taking your other hand and bringing it to your core and pushing two fingers inside yourself, taking them out and rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds and lining him up. Pushing your fingers into his mouth as you slip down on his cock, both of you moaning together. Your reaction had both pleasure and pain. Bucky was bigger than your ex, the sting adding to the pleasure as he slipped in more. He left you to take control so that he doesn't hurt you. He was sucking on your fingers greedily and moaning at the taste of your pussy.

Bucky pulls you closer to him, pulling your shirt up and moving your bralet, taking your nipple into his mouth. You hissed at the feeling and he did the same with your other nipple and gently biting at your skin. Pulling his head up and kissing him again as his hands now rest on your hips. Looking into his eyes, you start to move your hips back and forth, gently at first. Once your pain had stopped from the stretch of his cock, you were overwhelmed with pleasure. He let you have control, and you gently rocked back and forth on his cock. You couldn't help moaning "F-Fuck Bucky!"

Leaning your head back as he attacks your neck with kisses as he lifts his hips to meet yours, pushing his cock deeper.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good doll, so fucking tight and perfect"

"I'm close Bucky! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum all over my cock baby it's all yours"

His hands help you move back and forth on his cock. His fingertips dig into your skin as you move. He moans against your skin as your pussy tightens around him

"Fuck! Oh, FUCK!"

Moaning against his lips as you kiss him, his hands still on your hips moving you back and forth on him. Your body jerks, coming down from the high.

Pushing your hair out of your face, he looks deep into your eyes. "Are you okay?" All you can do is nod. Bucky's hands move from your hips to your back as he kisses you passionately as he moves to lay you down on the couch, grabbing one of the cushions to lay your head on. You both smile at one another while exchanging kisses. His hand moves down your side holding your hip, once again as he holds you in place as he pushes his cock into you again. Your breath hitches as you feel the stretch again. You knew from this moment that no one else would give you this feeling. Bucky slowly out and back in again. He grunts softly as he fills you. "Bucky, faster, please"

His movements pick up, he's hitting a new spot and you can't help moaning. Your moans fill the room. Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Sneaking your hand down between your bodies and starting to massage your clit. Bucky grabs your hand and holds it to the couch. His hips move faster, the sound of skin slapping and both of you moaning filling the living room.

"I'm getting close doll, I'm gonna pull out though okay?"

"No, please don't, I'm on the pill. Please don't stop I'm so close again"

He buries his head in the crook of your neck as his movements become a little sloppy.

"Yes, Bucky! Right there oh god fuck!" You moan as your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenching around his cock as you come sending Bucky into his own orgasm.

He moans into your neck as his movements become slower. Bringing his head back up and kissing you softly, then he rests his head against yours and you both smile. You don't know how long you have been there on the couch but you don't want it to end. Never thought this would be your happy ending to the week you've had. Then you see headlights shine through the window and car doors closing, your dad and your brother laughing.

"Shit! they're back! I gotta go upstairs!" You get up quickly fix your shirt and run out the door and to the stairs. Bucky quickly fixes himself up and runs behind you "This only a one-night thing?"

Turning to him quickly and kissing him.

"It doesn't have to be, I'll see you around" Smiling and then running upstairs. Bucky smiles and rubs the back of his head turning back into the living room. He sees your panties on the floor and quickly picks them up and shoves them into his pocket. Your dad comes inside "Hey Buck" You're still here?"

"Yeah, um, I gotta go though. Give me a call when you wanna have a game night or whatever" He quickly leaves your house and makes his way home.

A few hours later when everyone is asleep, you sneak downstairs to get Bucky's number from your dad’s phone and you send him a text.

"Hey, it's Y/N. Still wanna help me get my stuff from my apartment?"

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #dbf!bucky

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reddeaddamnation · 5 months

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"Possession vs Obsession" - Sub-Zero x reader x Scorpion- Chapter IV

Summary: An arranged marriage between clans in the name of peace ironically disturbs the peace of the two brothers who find themselves in a new feud. This time between themselves. Betrayal and heartache had been destined for them since she entered their lives. Y/N of the Shadow-weaver clan, promised to Bi Han, future Grand Master of the Lin Kuei, stands in front of the difficult decision- to end the war between their clans or end the war within the Lin Kuei temple.

"Foolish girl..." Bi Han muttered as he carried Y/N into the temple in his arms. It took all his strength not to collapse as soon as he saw the familiar safe space of his home. He had to be strong. For the clan and for her. Y/N had lost too much blood, now barely lingering on the thin line between consciousness and unconsciousness. The way here was much more difficult for both of them, as they had to rest more often and that caused hypothermia to weaken the Shadow-weaver even more. Bi Han tried to talk as much as possible along the way. He didn't remember talking this much in his life. He didn't even know what to say... Only opting for stories from his battles throughout the years.

"What the hell happened, Bi Han!" Kuai Liang rushed over to them, looking over the wound on her arm and the bruises around her body. He was angry... Y/N tried to focus her eyes on him. Even though her vision was hazy, she could make out the worry in his body language. Bi Han tensed. "What do you think happened?" He snapped back "Step aside, she needs a doctor."

But Scorpion ushered him to stop. "I will handle that. You go see father." With an annoyed tsk, his brother allowed him to take the injured girl from his arms. The chill feeing was immediately replaced by warmth and comfort, making her feel safe, finally able to relax. She heard Kuai Liang call her name multiple times, but unable to answer him, she closed her eyelids, lost in the sound of his beautiful voice.

She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. When she opened her eyes, a sharp pain in her arm quickly sobered her up and she focused her eyes on the first thing she laid them on - Kuai Liang... not Bi Han... "You're awake." He spoke softly "I was becoming quite worried." Y/N looked at her arm. The old makeshift bandage, drenched in blood was replaced by a fresh one and she felt stitches tugging at her skin. "You're safe now." Scorpion reassured, reaching to touch her hand gently with a smile on his lips.

"Thank you... I'm glad you..." Abruptly, she was cut off by Thomas who burst into the room, worry splattered all over his face. "I came as soon as I heard. Oh, Y/N..." in several large steps, he walked over to the bed she was laid on and looked over the damage. "What happened to you? Didn't Bi Han protect you?" Y/N looked away from both of them, biting her lower lip, contemplating her words carefully. "I... I saved him from being in my place right now." She explained quietly "He didn't see a swinging sword in his direction, so I intervened, which caused my own distraction." The boys shared a look, but didn't cut her off in any way "One of the... things we were fighting slashed me. Then... I would have been dead if Bi Han hadn't saved my life. So you can say we're even." She scoffed.

"That was very noble of you." Thomas spoke first "It's a lie what they say about you Shadow-weavers. Bi Han treated you with nothing but disrespect and you still saved his life. I'm glad you're alright now." The girl nodded with a smile. "I'll leave you to rest now. You two did a good job. You deserve all the rest you need." Smoke squeezed her hand lightly, reassuringly and made his way out of the infirmary.

Pushing the blankets aside, Y/N attempted to stand up herself. "What are you doing?" Kuai Liang asked, watching her with furrowed brows. "I should see the Grand Master." She explained "I had enough laying around." She pushed herself off the bed. Her feet touched the cold floor. But after less than three steps, she felt lightheaded. Dizziness overwhelmed her mind and body and she stumbled back. With lightning fast reflexes, Scorpion stood up and held her before she could fall.

For a moment, Y/N reveled in the warmth of his body, hands on his broad chest. His touch was gentle, welcoming... like she belonged there... Bi Han was cold and rough... Even when he was holding her yesterday while treating her wound, he was distant, as if she was a business ordeal. Like he had built an unseen wall of ice between them. She looked up into Kuai Liang's eyes again and saw him staring back at her with worry. "Please... don't push yourself." He murmured. His hand reached up to caress her cheek with a feather like touch, into which she leaned more.

Kuai Liang, mindlessly lost in the moment, eyes staring deep into her own, whispered softly "I was afraid of losing you..." Then, he blinked, snapping back to reality after the realization of what he had said. "I... That wasn't my place to say... I'm sorry." He stuttered, sitting her back on the bed gently. "I should let you rest now..." his hands were a bit shaky. Y/N's heart was beating like mad. She wanted to scream at him to stay... that he was wrong and in facr it was his place to say what he said...

Until the reason it actually wasn't met him at the door. Bi Han walked through the door, eyeing the two of them, searching for something even he didn't know what for. "Have some shame, brother." Kuai Liang glared at him on his way out "Not being next to your future wife in the infirmary..." Sub Zero stared at him as he walked away, wondering what his problem could be. Ultimately, he shrugged it off, deciding not to cause scenes in front of an injured person. "I didn't thank you for what you did in actuality." He came closer to her "So... Thank you."

Y/N smiled slightly, nodding her head. "I should be thanking you, Bi Han." Oh, how lovely his name sounded coming from her lips... "I very much didn't expect that from you." He changed the subject "Nor did I expect you to hold a fight the way you did. Impressive." The smallest smile could be seen tugging at the corner of his lip. She blushed, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling too much at his comment and looked down, avoiding his gaze shyly. His hand reached over to touch her cheek... the same one Kuai Liang held only moments ago...

#mortal kombat sub zero #mortal kombat scorpion #scorpion x reader #scorpion #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #sub zero x reader #sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han #mortal kombat #mk1 2023

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 5 months

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ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - PT.2 (FLUFF VER)

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: I've decided to give in and give Maliksi and u guys some comfort hehe~ So my Rough around the Edges series will have 2 versions. The angst version (the earlier versions), and fluff version. Go ahead and pick your poison guys.

Part 1 here. Updated MASTERLIST.

((headcanon ko na Maliksi's voice sounds like Tsukishima Kei's from Haikyuu. salty and sarcastic kings))

You lay restless on your bed, staring at the ceiling with your mind wandering off elsewhere. In a few hours, that door will swing open and Makisig will come in to help you go back to the human world.

Makisig already explained the necessary steps and how the process will be safe and painless, and that you won't have a single memory or recollection of being in the Lost City and of them- both him, and his younger brother....Maliksi.

You have secretly hoped to atleast properly say goodbye to Maliksi, yet he's still locked up in his room for the past two hours, sulking like a toddler denied of a trip to the ice cream shop.

That is why you almost fell down your bed in surprise when the door violently swung open, revealing Maliksi whose face is all scrunched up in annoyance, brows furrowed, his expression clearly a frown.

You softly chuckled before sitting up at the edge of your bed. "Came to say goodbye? You know I can list down the kutsinta recipe so you can make it even when I'm gone."

"Shut up! It's not like it's the best kutsinta ever!"

It definitely is.

"C'mon! I saw you stuffing your face with 3 kutsintas at the same time the other day." You burst out giggling at the memory of Maliksi, devouring kutsinta, not knowing you and his kuya Makisig can see him with his round cheeks, eating like a man who's served a hot meal after being starved for days.

"Psh. That's not true!" Maliksi denied it while rolling his eyes.

There was dead silence between the two of you for a few minutes before he speaks.

"Would you mind if I'll be the one to send you off instead of Kuya?" He softly said, his voice not any louder than whisper yet his tone sounded genuine- caring, even.

You smiled before you shook your head. "I wouldn't mind."

Maliksi slowly walked towards you before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. You can feel your cheeks slowly heating up from how close you are sitting with him.

For the duration of your stay at the Lost City, there are only very few instances that Maliksi allowed himself to be this close with anyone. Infact, the only thing you can remember is that time when you got lost while taking a stroll around Biringan.

"C'mon, stop crying. I found you."

His words still rang through your mind. The way he tried holding in his chuckles as he helped wipe away your tears with the sleeves of his shirt.

Those words.

Those damned words.

Those were your last straw before you were able to get it through your thick skull that you were indeed falling in love for him. You smiled bitterly knowing that you'll be forgetting about all of it soon.

You'll forget about his golden eyes that he probably rolls way too many time each day whenever he hears something stupid, yet it's the same eyes that lights up whenever he sees his beloved kuya,

You'll forget about that voice of his that usually spouts sarcastic clapbacks which gets him into fights most of the time with the other binibinis.

And that cute mole on his cheek. Hell, you badly wanted to touch it yet you knew it will be one weird request before going back to the human world so you bit your tongue in an attempt to not mention it.

"So, Kuya already told you the process, right-"

"He told me that it's simple and that it won't hurt and I wouldn't...remember a thing." You replied as you tilted your head in confusion. "Wait...Isn't it just you waving a finger and poof! I'm magically back at the human world?"

Maliksi raised his brow before looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N. I'm a tamawo, not a wizard."

"Oh. How do you guys do it then?"

"I have to kiss you. On the lips. For atleast 15 seconds."

Kiss? Did you just heard him right? A kiss on the lips?! For 15 freakin' seconds.

"You're not joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He grumbled in his usual mocking tone.

Maliksi sighed before slowly inching his face closer into yours while looking into your eyes. "You can still change your mind and just stay."

Stay?

Stay and live your life swallowing your growing feelings for him because you knew it was something he is just not made for. You can feel that same numbing ache in your chest, knowing your feelings will be better off erased and forgotten.

Isn't that just sad?

"I can't, Maliksi."

Maliksi took a few seconds examining your face as he nods. His expression and gaze softens while his hands gently reached out to brush your hair away and tuck some loose strands behind your ear.

"Then I guess this is it, huh?"

"This is it." You swallowed the lump on your throat as you smiled. "It was lovely meeting you, Maliksi."

"Likewise, Y/n. Now- please close your eyes for me, pretty."

You sighed at his words. Damn. He is cruel. He's really torturing you at this point, suddenly sounding all sweet and gentle at this moment when you're about to leave. He even sounded like his Kuya when he's being a proper tamawo and giving attention to the binibinis.

You gave him a small smile for one last time before closing your eyes.

Maliksi cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you slowly and tenderly.

One

Two

Three

It was perfect.

You can feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest as you can't help but move your lips against his, slowly enjoying the bittersweet moment.

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Maliksi slowly pulled away, pressing his forehead into yours.

"That...was not fifteen seconds." You slowly whispered, your voice a little hoarse, and your breathing a little too ragged for your liking.

"Oh, is it not? My apologies. Suddenly I'm bad at counting." Maliksi said innocently, yet you can clearly hear the soft chuckle he's trying to hold before he leans in to kiss you again.

Your eyes widen and it took you a few seconds to finally kiss him back once again. The kiss started slow before building up to a more needy pace.

This was definitely unexpected but you are not one to complain, not thinking much about it since you already kept the thought that you'll be forgetting about this at the back of your mind. What's the harm in enjoying these final moments with Maliksi, right?

Maliksi smirked as he pulled away before the kiss lasts for fifteen seconds.

"Maliksi!" You grumbled underneath your breath.

"What? That's not 15 seconds? Dang. Maybe I should study my numbers once again."

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing into yours once more, his free hand gently pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/n, please stay?"

((I SAY WE DESURV FLUFFFFFF))

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gummiworm-writes · 9 months

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eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst

warnings: chronic illness (eleazar), implied human experimentation, kidnapping (dw it's to go to a hospital), implied murder (sohreh)

a/n: this is akademiya/eleazar hospital era dottore. i'm combining them into one for funzies :3

word count: 1,057

part two: haerysays hospital records

eleazar is unlike any disease i've ever encountered. it somehow forms rough, black scales on the patient's skin. that is only the visual portion of the disease, though. these scales cause numbness and nerve damage, leading to progressively clumsy behavior, as well as fatigue, mood swings, pain, and even delusion.

"zandik, where are you going?" you call out. he turns around, his fluffy blue hair falling into his face.

"work," he says simply. "i've begun...volunteering at a hospital in dar al shifa. it should help progress my studies in amurta."

"oh, right," you said, running to catch up with him. "how is amurta, by the way?"

"you shouldn't be running. it makes eleazar worse," he said, sounding annoyed. "just go back to your apartment and rest, okay? we'll talk later."

"don't treat me like a baby, zandik, i can handle myself," you said, rolling your eyes. your tone was much harsher now.

"no, you can't. that's why i'm here," he muttered. he glanced back at you, seeing the frustration. he sighed, not wanting to see you upset. "...okay, how about...i bring you a wheelchair from the hospital? it will allow you to move around without making your eleazar worse."

"i don't need a wheelchair--"

you tripped and fell. luckily, zandik was there to catch you.

clumsiness, mood swings, and, even though you didn't say it outright, zandik could tell you were experiencing pain and fatigue.

"...go home and rest, okay?" zandik said, his voice growing soft and gentle. "i'll be back before you know it. i promise."

the scales have the possibility to turn into ulcers, which can then develop necrosis and kill the patient. this outcome is most unfavorable. ulcers are to be removed as soon as detected.

zandik hated lying to you about his "volunteer work," but you would never face him if you knew what he was truly doing. the hospital in dar al shifa wasn't exactly traditional, and had some...less than savory practices. oh, and the volunteer work bit was a lie, too. he was the head doctor.

or...researcher, i suppose is the correct term.

"abbas is in unstable condition again," another doctor, amoudi, said. he sounded panicked. but zandik didn't care. "his ulcers--"

"remove them," zandik said, rolling his eyes. "i have much more pressing matters to tend to than the stability of specimen IV."

the other doctor quickly ran, most likely preparing for surgery. not that it mattered to zandik. after all, he was currently studying something much more important.

you.

he'd taken a blood sample while you were asleep. all he had to do was measure the elemental content, and--

oh.

oh no.

the toxins had already spread to your bloodstream.

eleazar scales will inevitably cover the entire body, effectively immobilizing the patient. if left untreated, this could cause the toxins in the scales to seep into the body, causing paralysis and possibly a coma. death is inevitable. avoid allowing the scales to cover the entirety of the patient's body at all costs.

zandik rushed to your apartment as soon as he could. you were asleep in your room...this was perfect. all he had to do was find a way to fix you, to save you.

he couldn't risk losing you.

he injected a sedative into you, before carrying you out of the apartment bridal style.

he then returned to the eleazar hospital.

he began work immediately.

not all hospitals are equipped to deal with eleazar patients. as much as it pains me to say it, the hospital in dar al shifa is one of them. we are not an akademiya recognized hospital. we have no funding. we have no equipment. we only have our brains and the few tools that we can bring in.

you woke up at the eleazar hospital, covered in scales, and you looked so, so scared. zandik couldn't stand it.

"z-zandik?! where the hell am i?!" you asked, your voice hoarse. the scales were beginning to cover your neck.

"shh, shh... don't worry, it's okay," zandik said quietly, patting your head. "you're safe, i'm gonna keep you safe...okay?"

"that doesn't explain where i am, zandik!"

"a hospital. i found traces of eleazar toxins in your blood," zandik sighed, running his fingers through your hair. "but don't worry, i'll take care of you, okay? now, be a good boy and go to sleep, alright?"

you weren't sure if it was the fatigue from eleazar, the medications he had pumping into your body, his warm, soothing voice, or the feeling of his hands playing with your hair, but you felt exhausted...and you did as he said, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"there we go... that's a good boy," he said softly, caressing your cheek gently. "i'll be right here when you wake up...and you won't have eleazar anymore."

little did he know that you wouldn't wake up.

there is no true cure for eleazar. there are ways to delay the inevitable, but there is no way to stop it completely. after all, it is a physical manifestation of the withering on a human body. archon residue is the best suppressant we have, but it would be unwise to allow our supplies to dwindle by wasting it on every single patient. not to mention how unstable and dangerous it is. for now, all we can really do is remove the scales as they appear.

you hadn't woken up in four days. you were alive, but completely unresponsive.

you were in a coma.

zandik couldn't handle the idea of losing you. he spent days on end researching. his grades dropped, his health deteriorated...he was a mess.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months...all zandik could do was keep you stable. he would return to the akademiya in the daytime, and then rush to the hospital at night. that was his routine.

until he was expelled, of course.

it wasn't his fault sohreh got in the way of his research.

but he could now spend all of his time at the hospital...a silver lining, he supposed. but, despite how many hours of work he put in...it was never enough. an ill-equipped hospital is still ill-equipped, no matter how long you work there.

he thought it was hopeless.

he thought he would lose you.

the fatui thought otherwise.

a/n: i might make a part 2 idk :P

edit: i did :3

#dottore x male reader #dottore x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #il dottore #dottore #genshin #genshin impact

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Destroyed...

Paring: Wally Darling x Abused! Male reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6

Summary: Wally was on his way Home to see Eddi rather distressed looking for... him? Why is that?

Main Au (Illustrated Au), picture by @fandom-wreck-9000

Wally's pov

I'm walking down the street to go Home, Sally really talked my ear off with her new play. I look around to see Eddi with something that looks similar to red paint in his hands, he looked frantic? Scared, maybe?

"Wally! Thank the rainbows I found you! Something happened to M/n and Home seems angered, I think I don't understand that house," sighted an exasperated Eddie leaving me confused. Home angry, M/n? What could happen?

"Eddie, please tell me that is red paint on you...," I said softly while Eddie looked at the ground sighting.

"I wish I could," was all he had to utter for me to ran back Home. Home's door was broken open and they seemed exasperated, right next to my red arm chair lay M/n holding his stomach while gasping softly for air.

"Hey pretty... boy," said M/n softly while he looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his only that now they looked dull. I had Eddie pick him up and take him to Poppy since she will help him out, I need to know what happened.

"Home... who did this?," I asked softly knowing Home would never hurt M/n on purpose. Home started squeaking and banging multiple thing in a rapid way. They were rambling but I only catched the words 'Josh', 'beat up' and 'M/n' which gave me all the information I needed.

"Can you see him?," I asked to which Home very slowly answered with a squeak of the door which made me smile.

"He ran to the woods? Silly, silly...," I said while walking to the hidden closet inside of Home's walls. I grabbed my axe and started walking away from Home but before anything I need to make sure M/n is okay.

I hide my axe in my pocket and run towards Poppy's house, to see her sniffing softly. She sees me and her eyes seemed to widen in regret.

"Don't tell me he is dead Poppy," I said softly to which she shook her head in an agitated way, I walked towards M/n to see him cover in bandages which made my heart sink slightly. I place a kiss in his forehead and look at Poppy.

"He is in something called a coma but he should wake up in a couple of weeks time," Poppy said making me nod. I get M/n a last kiss in his hand and walk outside and start heading towards the forest to where Home said he should be. He is trying to reach the division between words and that I'm not going to allow that.

The forest and his bloody prints lead me towards him to see him standing just over the edge. I charge towards him and grab him from the back of his shirt before he could jump and throw him against a tree.

His eyes widened in shock seeing me standing only a few feet from him and that shock soon turned to fear when he registered the axe which made me laugh. I bet he didn't feel fear that often!

"Oh Josh, silly, silly. You should have left M/n alone when you had the chance," I said before lifting up my axe and taking the first swing of what would be hours of suffering for this piece of trash.

Should I do a part four? Let me know and I'll tag you if I do!

Tag list:

@mythjustiice @distinguishedpuppyface @pr5is1ng @lunamonkeypower @waywardstardustcollector @thelostboys11 @darling-w

#Welcome Home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #tw; abuse #tw; injury #tw; near death mention #tw; death #tw; coma mention #Tiredly Jackie writes

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pedrotonin · 11 months

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LOST IN THOUGHT - PART 3

Or: Thanks to Joel Miller.

[part 1] [part 2]

Summary: you tugged his hair again and then messed everything up. You think.

Paring: Pedro Pascal x Female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mild sexual tension.

A/N: and that's a wrap. Sorry no smut, but writing a RPF...it just made me uncomfortable. I guess I'll just have to start writing a character based one soon 😉 oh and look at this gif. Rawr.

10 minutes pass. 20 minutes pass. Still no sign of Pedro.

After 30 minutes you start wondering if he'll come back at all. Maybe he told his stylist what had happened. Heat creeps up your face, maybe it's for the best. It seems you're not in control of yourself when he's around.

Suddenly you hear him clear his throat to get your attention. You slowly turn towards him.

He stands in the doorway, not meeting your eyes, wearing a new white button up and the sweater from before. One hand on the back of his neck, the other in his pocket.

"Look, I'm sorry," you begin, "I'll just pack my things and-"

He cuts you off.

"Don't."

He looks at you now. No smile this time, his expression serious.

"I would like for you to stay," he takes a deep breath. "Please."

You nod, can not find the right words. Taking a step to your right you make room for him to sit down.

He hesitates for just a second, but then he takes off his glasses and takes a seat.

Nothing happened after that. You styled his hair without any tugging -or accidents- and he had to leave right after you finished.

A few weeks go by. You allow yourself a peek on Pedro Pascal fanaccount. Watch 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' again for the umpteenth time. You even allow yourself to read a real smutty Joel Miller fanfiction.

At night your thoughts drift to Pedro. You have dreams of pulling his curls, hard.

The next day, you finally get a call. A last-minute request, so you're currently on your way to meet them at some fancy hotel.

After parking your car and swinging your backpack over your shoulders, you walk into the hotel lobby and spot Pedro talking animatedly to one of the receptionists. Raising his hand in a way of greeting when he sees you.

He's wearing his purple Lakers shirt and it makes you smile. Slowly making your way over, you see he allowes the receptionist to take a selfie with him before he turns towards you.

"Hi, so glad you could make it on such short notice."

He gently puts his hand on your lower back and guides you to the nearby elevator, pushing a button. He tells you he just finished an interview and they requested a photoshoot.

He gestures you into a room and you begin to unpack your bag while Pedro changes into a deep red polo shirt. He sits down and tells you what he wants this time. Slicked back. You reach for a comb but he stops you, placing his hand on top of yours.

"Listen. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of creep. I just seem to particularly enjoy it when you...touch my hair. I hope it's not a problem."

He removes his hand.

Did he just sort of confess to you he liked it when you pulled his hair? A strange warmth spreads through your body. He looks at you, waiting for an answer.

"It's not," you reassure him.

He smiles and it emboldens you.

"Next time, I'll tug a little harder."

His beautiful rich laugh fills to room.

"Please do".

-----

Months have past and the two of you are sitting on his couch. He sneaks his arm around you and moves his face to your neck, breathing you in.

"Look at us. I am so glad you could not control yourself around me... and my hair," he whispers.

You elbow him in the side, making him laugh. Straddling him, you pull his hair, yanking his head back. He moans as his arms wrap around your back.

Silently, you thank yourself for your lack of self-control as well.

And for Joel Miller fanfiction.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal female reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal rpf

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luvtonique · 3 months

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I try to sort of be a ditto when it comes to people.

If someone's nice to me, I'll respond to them nicely.

If someone's generous to me, I'll be generous back.

If someone's friendly to me, I'll be friendly back.

Like this example here!

But when someone comes out the woodwork making some really fuckin hateful comment about me, and I go to them and go "Hey what the fuck's your problem? Do I know you?" people tend to think I'm a huge dick for doing that.

Like bro what the fuck happened to people? Real talk, real talk.

Why is it that if someone's being a fucking cock to me or trying to slander me on social media or blatantly making up lies about me

I'm like completely not allowed, according to a large number of people, to step in and tell them to go fuck themselves?

I don't get it, what's this "Be the better person" culture?

What's with this "Revenge Bad™" mindset that makes people into such Bike Cucks that they go "Oh, if someone stole $100,000 from me, it'd be wrong of me to chase them down and throw them in a trashcan and take my money back. They probably needed it more than I do, that's why they stole it! I bet deep down they just wanna feed their family and donate to charity with my money that I earned from working hard and saving it for 10 years."

If someone is being incredibly rude why do I gotta be nice to them? Or turn the other cheek? What did they do to deserve me being nice to them? They didn't put in any effort to be nice, why should I? They ran at me with a chainsaw and I'm supposed to just like... dodge roll and alt-F4 to quit the boss encounter? Like bro, I'm gonna swing back, and I don't understand why people consider defending yourself on equal footing "bad."

It's just "Having balls" in my opinion. Having a spine. Standing up for yourself. Asserting yourself.

Someone's being a shithead to you and you balls-up and shithead them right back. Stop being the "better person" to bullies and ass holes. Be the better person to the people who are being the better person to you. One-up kindness with greater kindness. Create a back and forth kindness battle with each other that never ends.

Don't be the better person to assholes. Soon as someone's being rude you eye-for-an-eye that shit.

Unless you royally fucked up and deserve it. You know what you did, Kyle.

Added note: But always allow people to apologize, too. If someone admits they were being an ass hole and says they're sorry don't just stay on the offensive. People can just be in shit moods. Talk it out. Be reasonable. But don't let people walk all over you.

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probably-impossible · 4 months

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Crush

A story about the End of the Wild West; or, the Prophet sees two trains explode on his one-hundred-and-fourth birthday.

(Aka my Activity 1 for the @dollarstrilogyevent that I got way too into hahahaha)

By his own reckoning, Prophet was one-hundred and four years old as of that September in 1896. Perhaps unsurprisingly he had lost most of his hearing, but his vision was still good. He saw the door of his shack swing open, and he struggled to sit up in bed. “I've already found Jesus and I'm not buying anything!”

The face that poked around the door belonged to Fluke Dudley, a young man who worked on the ranch that had sprung up next door. He was just about the only one who visited him anymore. “It's me, Prophet,” he said. “I w- - - - - to - - - - you- -”

“Speak up, boy!”

“I SAID THERE'S SOMEWHERE I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU TODAY!”

“What? Where's that, then?”

“IT'S A SURPRISE!” Fluke scratched his nose and grinned. “For your birthday. You'll like it, sir, I promise.”

Prophet grumbled but allowed Fluke to lift him into the rickety wheelchair that sat beside his bed. “Don't need remindin’ about no birthday,” he said. “I've had about ten too many of ‘em, I reckon. Wish someone had put me out of my misery back when the goddamn good-for-nothing trains took my hearing!”

“Oh, don't talk like that.”

“I'm a hundred and four years old, I'll talk however I damn well please!”

Fluke rolled him out of the shack, towards one of the ranch's small one-horse wagons. He lifted the old man up onto the seat and stowed the chair in the bed, then jumped up and flicked the reins.

Prophet squinted at the scenery as they rolled slowly alongside the train tracks. “I used to get visits from all sorts of people, you know,” he said. “I used to know everything about everybody in these parts. They'd come from miles around to see me. To get their information.”

Fluke nodded. He'd heard this story before.

“Lawmen, outlaws, drifters,” Prophet continued. “Bounty killers. I've seen them all. But they just don't make men like that anymore. I tell you, boy, things have got too civilized around here.”

“ - - - - ”

“What?”

“I SAID YOU'RE RIGHT!”

“Damn sure I'm right.” Prophet leaned over the side of the wagon to glare down at the tracks. “It's all the fault of those trains! They take all the civilized folk from out east, load ‘em up into their carriage cars with the lacy curtains and little fruity drink trolleys, and send ‘em out here. And soon enough there's so much civilization around a man can't hardly be himself anymore.”

Prophet leaned back and went silent for a while. “I wonder how many of those young men who used to come and see me are still alive,” he said. “They strung up Willie Foster last year, I know that. And Kid Frasier fell off his hoss. That old marshal Colby… whatever happened to him?”

“He got killed in a shootout, you said.”

“Right, right. Davey and Red Kelly done it, and then they run off to Mexico.” He blinked as another wagon passed by them. It was loaded up with people, chatting and laughing. He lost his thought for a moment, then picked it back up again. “Angel Eyes… he's long gone. That retired colonel went back to North Carolina. Now what was that young buck's name… Manco. Fell off the face of the earth, far as I can remember. And worst of all, poor old Cheyenne…”

“Shot in the gut by the president of the railroad company,” Fluke muttered.

“...shot in the gut by the president of the railroad company! Did you ever hear of a worse way to go?!” Prophet sighed. “Somehow I outlived them all. Now I'm the last of a dyin’ breed. They just don't make men like us anymore.”

“No sir,” Fluke said. There were more wagons around now, and people walking along the tracks, too. They all seemed to be going in the same direction. Fluke tipped his hat as they passed by a group of ladies holding parasols.

Prophet looked at him skeptically. “Where exactly are you taking me? There sure are a lot of other people headed this way.”

“You'll find out soon,” Fluke said. “We're almost there.”

“There’s nothin’ wrong with my hair!”

“I SAID WE'RE ALMOST THERE!”

As they kept riding the crowd really started to thicken. They passed by lemonade stands and carnival games, a grandstand with a band, even a circus tent. “Just this once I'm glad I'm deaf,” Prophet muttered. “Who's runnin’ a goddamn county fair along the train tracks?”

Fluke slowly drew the wagon to a stop and pointed up at a large banner that had been hoisted next to a section of the track. It read ‘Crush, Texas. Est. September 15, 1896.’

“The railroad company's putting on a demonstration,” Fluke said, raising his voice even more than usual over the sound of the crowd. “They're gonna take two old steam engines, run ‘em as fast as they can, and crash ‘em right into each other!” He beamed with pride. “How do you like that for a birthday present, sir? You and me are gonna watch two trains smash each other to smithereens!”

Prophet blinked. “...What? The railroad company’s gonna smash their own trains?” he said, puzzled. “What for?”

“They're old engines, I guess,” Fluke said. “No use for ‘em anymore.”

“So they're crashing them? What, with all these people around?”

“It's supposed to be very safe. No chance of the boilers exploding or anything, that's what the man from the railroad said.”

Prophet went quiet for a while. Fluke felt his own excitement start to deflate. He'd been so sure the old man would love to see this. All he ever talked about was how much he hated trains! The whole affair seemed perfectly designed with him in mind. But he didn't look excited. In fact, he seemed a little… sad.

“The railroad company…” he muttered. “Making a whole damn spectacle out of busting up some old trains that aren't good for nothing anymore. And it's perfectly safe. ‘Course it is.”

A ripple of excitement went through the crowd; rumbling could be heard in the distance. Fluke slouched on the bench of the wagon. “...I'm sorry, Prophet. I thought for sure you'd like to see it.”

“Oh, don't look so damn mopey, boy,” Prophet said, gently. “Old bastards like me can't ever be satisfied with nothin’, that's all.”

They sat there in silence for a while. Fluke listened to the rumbling while Prophet watched two black dots appear on either end of the horizon and grow steadily closer.

Eventually the rumbling grew to a roar, and an anticipatory hush fell over the crowd. The ground began to shake. The trains were close enough to their destined meeting place now that Prophet could make out the shape of the engine cars, could see the smoke billowing from their antiquated stacks. For the first time in his life, the sight of the damn things didn't fill him entirely with hatred. They were being put out to pasture, just like him. To make way for newer, better trains. And when it happened it would be a perfectly-designed show, perfectly safe. Perfectly civilized.

The two trains met right beneath the banner. There was a mighty crash, so loud that even Prophet could hear it, and the sound of splintering wood. Then, a moment of total silence.

When the explosion began, time seemed to slow for Prophet. He could see a bright orange light well up within each of the smashed engines, then blossom into two beautiful balls of flame. The light danced in his eyes, and he smiled with glee. The boilers of the old engines had blown up after all. The sight of it was breathtaking.

All this took place within less than a second. As the fire billowed outwards, the force of the explosion sent millions of pieces of metallic debris straight into the gathered crowd. Prophet grinned with ecstasy and thought about how awful this was going to be for the railroad company. Oh, they were going to have hell to pay for this. It was a fiasco. Maybe it would even drive them out of business...! Of all the ways for a man like him to go, this was a fine one. He was grateful the boy had brought him out here, after all.

The explosion nearly knocked Fluke from the wagon, and he felt a stinging pain in his forearms as he shielded his face. It was all over in only a moment. He could hear groans and shouts from the crowd as he slowly regained his senses. He looked down at his arms; he'd been hit by some shrapnel, but not badly.

He turned quickly towards Prophet, then froze. The old man lay flopped backwards over the wagon bench, unmoving.

A metal bolt had gone straight into his forehead. Even so, there was a satisfied smile on his face.

#based on real historical events btw #man it seems like we're all getting into the feels for this first prompt :')#for a few dollars more #prophet #trains #dollarsfandomevent #fan fiction

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tai-templates · 1 year

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🥀⸝⸝ ♡︎﹒LEAVE MY CORPSE TO ROT " 』 . . . RP Template ! ─── Free to use (with credit!)

It's been a while since I made another sheet, and tbh - I felt a bit rusty haha. Hopefully I'll be able to get back into it full swing sometime, though it'll depend when the next RP servers I make open up.

Anyway this one's been really fun! I love flower themes and I kind of really wanna try something out of my comfort zone soon but I'm not sure what yet. Ah well!

I also wanted to put here again the ZCleo artwork I used are not mine! Here's the links to the artists if you would like to check them out! ♡

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bl3upi3 · 1 year

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Avatar, the fate of Sully's children (chapter 5)

[Neteyam x OC]

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DISCLAIMER: I saw ATWOW once in the movies and can't remember some details so I'm writing this fan fiction with what I remember. English is not my first language so sorry if I don't know some of the words, please be indulgent, I might edit this story once I finish. I still hope you will like it. In this story the main character is 19, Neteyam is 18 and Lo'ak is 17. Everything I write is fictional and all rights go to James Cameron.

Summary: Sirrah grew up with the Sullys. Her life was already mapped out and her fate was known to Neytiri. Could it be just a legend or could she not escape what Eywa has planned for her?

Neteyam and I didn't talk about what was going to happen between us, I think we wanted to let things happen naturally but in the meantime it was impossible to talk about it with Neytiri.

We entered the tent, Lo'ak and Kiri were arguing about something as usual. I remember when we were kids and they were always fighting over things and Jake always had to get in between them.

Lo'ak stopped in his tracks and looked up at us, "Where have you guys been?" he asked looking between his brother and me.

"Uh...we went for a walk" I began and heard Neteyam laugh softly behind me.

Lo'ak raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother, "And you couldn't tell me? This is the kind of thing we do together" and now he was jealous too.

"Oh come on, are you going to cry because we didn't take you for your little walk?" replied the boy behind me, laughing.

The boy sitting on the ground raised one of his hands and raised his middle finger, I snapped his hand as soon as he did "Be careful who you do that to" I said challenging him crossing my arms.

"Oh yeah or what?" he lowered his head slightly and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you".

"No one is going to beat the shit out of anyone" Jake interrupts the conversation as he walks behind us.

"Father, if Sirrah and I get into a fight, who do you think will win?" Lo'ak rolled to his feet and walked toward his father.

Jake looked around for something, he turned around and looked at Lo'ak with an obvious look on his face "you don't stand a chance against her" and went back to his work.

Lo'ak continued to bother his father when I felt Neteyam's gaze on me "Stop looking at me like that" I whispered and slapped his arm.

" What, I'm not allowed to?" he chuckled.

"No," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Hey Lo'ak! What about 2 against 1" he shouted, his brother turned around with a big smile. Neteyam put his arms under mine, though I was trying to get out of his grip, Lo'ak came and took my legs. I wriggled, but it didn't matter, they walked to the edge of the dock.

"One...two..." I looked up to watch the younger guy start the countdown as he began to swing me back and forth "three!" The older guy finished and I was thrown over the edge landing in the water.

I surfaced looking for air "You bastards" I let out before Neteyam betrayed his brother who was laughing next to him, he pushed him into the water before jumping too.

"You traitor" Lo'ak shouted while splashing his brother.

We played in the water for a few moments before being called by Neytiri to eat, we got out by going around and out on the beach. Lo'ak was ahead of us walking back to the tent, Neteyam grabbed my hand bringing me close to him.

"What are you doing? Your brother is here," I whispered, unable to stop smiling at the boy's beautiful face lit up by the glowing spots on his face.

"I have something to show you, don't sleep tonight, I'll come get you" he whispered, his breath brushing against my ear. I nodded before walking away, the smile never leaving my lips.

We had a quiet dinner, with a few glances between Neteyam and I, well I was just looking at him because he was just staring at me the whole time and someone would notice. Everyone went to bed, I slept with the girls while the boys slept on hammocks and Jake and Neytiri had their own bed. Neteyam waited until everyone was asleep to come to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I knew it was time to follow him. We left the tent and I followed him into the forest in the center of the island with only the natural light of the plants and animals that Pandora offered. Holding hands, we went deeper into the forest until we came to a beautiful waterfall with lots of vegetation around.

"Wow it's...beautiful" I said looking up to the sky.

"I knew you would like it" he smiled before turning to me, he took my chin and turned my head to look at him "You're even more beautiful" he lowered his eyes to look at my lips.

"I know" I said jokingly.

He scoffed as he met my eyes again "I've known you for so long and from the beginning I knew my heart belonged to you. I've never looked at anyone like I look at you. And I can't see myself continuing my life without you, I need you to stay by my side forever" he confessed, I looked at him with so much love in my eyes, my heart was beating so fast.

"You know what's funny? It's that your mother knew we were made for each other, she told me that this is the path that Eywa set for us" I laughed softly "But in reality I am afraid of the future, we have lost so many people, I don't want to lose you too".

His hand moved from my chin to my cheek "I'm scared too, but the one thing I know now is that I want to be with you for life" he was looking for something in my eyes. I closed my eyes under his touch, his hand caressing my cheek "Do you want to be mine?

A tear rolled down my cheek and I opened my eyes again, "Yes, as long as you want to be mine." I smiled at him before moving closer and placing my lips on his.

He broke the kiss and got on his knees "I love you Sirrah" he said looking up at me.

I also got on my knees in front of him, he took his queue and I did the same "I love you too" connecting with him. I swung my head back feeling him in me, his soul was one with mine, my senses were multiplied by a thousand and I was ready to feel him even more.

The night was long, I did it with my best friend, the boy I grew up with and the one I learned life with. I was so happy as if I was on a cloud, and I was already looking forward to see what life would bring us.

I slept in his arms and we were awakened by the sunlight through the trees.

"Hi" I put my hand on his cheek.

"Good morning" he smiled at me.

"We should get back before someone realizes we're gone," I stood up.

"I think everyone is already up," he got up, still half asleep.

"So let's not wait," I put out my hand, waiting for him to take it. He yawned and grabbed it and we headed back to the village.

"I love it when you're bossy" I heard him say from behind, I turned to him and rolled my eyes with a smile "And you're so beautiful".

"Stop" I laughed as we moved closer hand in hand.

In the distance we saw everyone running into the water "What's going on?" I grabbed Lo'ak by the arm stopping him in his tracks.

A/N: I know I said I was going to write a smut but I didn't feel comfortable writing it, so I did this, I don't know if you can call it fluff but it's an intimate moment between Neteyam and Sirrah. I want to remind you that both characters in my story are over 18 years old. The next chapter will be the last one, it will be much longer and will take more time to be written. I wish you all a merry christmas ! This book is also on my Wattpad @_bl3upi3

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Feverish Understanding.

A snippet of TSR's MC and Benefactor, a year after the tragedy.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Go away." I groan out with difficulty, the scratch at the back of my throat leaving me less than hospitable to whoever is crazy enough to knock on my door.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Jesus fucking Christ. I lift my heavy eyelids open and glare at the wall in front of me.

The knocks on the door are still three, but there is a rhythm to it; the first knock comes out hard, but the second knock is softer than the first.

Then the third is just a vicious bang, like the person put a lot of power to make it as loud as possible.

Only one person knocks this way.

I move out of my bed with my blankets curled around me, my hands gripping the fabric as I waddle my way out of my room to the front door. Using one hand to hold my blanket together and the other to grab the door knob, I swing the door open.

"Hello, little nightlight!"

Of course.

I stare at Benefactor, with zir trademark grin and a plastic bag full of unknown items. Ze is in a suit again, this time with a navy blue color. The tie around zir neck is of a dark green color again, another trademark of zir.

I frown quizzically.

"Benefactor," I start, "I didn't know there's another mission today."

"Oh, there isn't." Ze lifts the bag up as emphasis for...well, something, "But I figured I drop by my favorite beneficiary."

"I'm your only beneficiary."

"And you know I only pick the best." Ze counters my statement off lightheartedly, "Mind if I come in?"

I open my mouth, ready to give a response. But ze doesn't even wait as ze strolls in, easily so given how my body feels like a lump right now. As if ze's aware of it, Benefactor grabs me by the biceps and holds me steady before pursing zir lips together.

"Wow, you really are sick."

I swat zir hands off of me. "I'll manage." Despite my words, Benefactor doesn't seem the least bit interested in leaving my apartment. Rather, ze moves to close the door behind zim before trying to drape one of my arms around zir shoulder.

"Come on, be a good employee and let me handle you."

"Who are you, my-" My words get cut off, something tickling my throat hard enough to unleash a coughing fit.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Really now, nightlight, you should have called."

"Call my boss that I can't do my work because I'm sick?" I scoff. "Unethical in our society, don't you think?"

"But I'm not like other bosses, am I?"

I cough again and the phelgm that has been in my throat for a while gets ejected onto my tongue. I furrow my brows and Benefactor manages to grab a tissue while walking me to my couch. Once I sit down, ze offers the tissue to me. I grab it. "Thanks."

"I already told you that sick days are allowed."

"And I think I told you-Mmph!"

I find myself holding a stick between my lips. I look down, just in time to see the digitized thermometer as the numbers go higher and higher until-

"41 degrees." Benefactor clicks zir tongue and I rip the thermometer out of my mouth.

"You-cough!-Wouldn't it kill you to cool it with the mo-cough!-mother hen act?"

"Oh come now, does it kill you if I have a heart?"

I open my mouth to respond but all that comes out is another series of coughs. I take a moment to glance up at zir face, the way Benefactor has that expression of uncertainty.

"You must rest, nightlight."

"I'm..." The heat on my face and the dizziness seems to increase.

"Nightlight? Oi, nightlight!"

My vision turns black soon after.

~~~

Something is stroking my head. There's nothing dangerous about it.

The hand is coarse, but it's also gentle and soothing somehow. I sigh, sinking myself into that warmth.

It's like Ittania is the one stroking me. But this hand is much too large for it to be hers.

The hand disappears but what comes after is something soft covering me. It brings the picture of Maverick tucking me in.

"I'll be right back." Someone tells me. This voice has a soft tone, like Rydigan's. But it is too deep to be his.

A gentle squeeze on my hand. The strength is stronger than Enid's, but no less warm. I fell asleep before I even realize it.

The next time I gain a sense of consciousness, the smell of something boiling forces me awake.

Who's cooking?

I open my eyes wearily and face the ceiling, the setting on one of the light sources in this room on a dim brightness. I still smell the scent.

It reminded me how it's been a year since I lost my sense of smell for food. Or taste.

They all just taste empty to me.

I will my body to move, to sit up from my bed and fight against the fever that plagues me. A heaviness weighs in my mind but I pay no heed.

I raise my eyes and find the figure of Maverick sitting on the lone chair in the room. I can still remember that disapproving gaze of his - a mixture of worry added in.

"I don't need rest." I mumble to him, yet knowing him to be merely a conjured up imagination.

The figure doesn't say a word. I get off my bed and head for the door.

The one standing in my way for it is Ittania now, with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. I move my hand for her.

She slips away from me, leaving me with the cold air instead of her body's warmth.

"[Name]..."

I don't need to turn around to know it's Rydigan. I grab the doorknob and swing the door open.

And Enid is there, staring at me.

A part of me still aches. But I have dance this tune much too often. I close the door behind me, keeping my body away from hers.

I still feel cold from my attempt with Ittania.

I make my way for the kitchen with silent steps, following the source of the smell until I see Benefactor.

Ze's wearing a soft green apron, with hand stirring a pot full of soup and the other holding a bowl.

"Still there?"

I sigh at zir question and step deeper into the room till I'm near zim. "Yeah."

Benefactor nods in understanding. Ze knows I have ghosts hanging onto me, no matter how many therapists, drugs or treatments I get. Whatever therapists that didn't try to scam me for my money usually said this was my survivor's guilt talking, that I was traumatized over being the witness and sole survivor of a tragic tragedy.

Benefactor, who abhorred their assumptions, told me it was simply me not wanting to let them go, that I felt more guilt in not being there for them than outliving them.

I couldn't agree with zim more

"You cook?" I start a conversation with zim and Benefactor doesn't bat an eye.

"The fact you ask me that means I'll have to do so more often." Benefactor pours the soup in a small bowl, the liquid releasing hot steam. Ze passes the soup to me. "Remember to blow before drinking."

"I'm not a child."

Ze chuckles. "Of course not. I'm reminding you as an adult."

I roll my eyes at that and blow on the surface and edges of the liquids before taking the smallest sip. Much to my surprise, the soup tastes...fine.

No, rather than fine-

"How is it?"

"I can taste this."

Benefactor nods, pauses then asks again. "Do you truly?"

"It's not a lot," I start, "but the fact I can taste even the salt is something."

Benefactor chuckles. "I'm not surprised. This had been an old recipe, one of a kind."

"Then how did you learn it?"

Ze stirs zir spoon into the soup, mixing the ingredients and spices within. "Someone taught me to."

I furrow my brows. "That's vague."

"I've always been vague," Ben answers without much to reveal any deeper meaning on that. I watch zim stir, again and again...

"What were they like?"

Ben stops stirring. A stony silence.

I look at zir face but it's an unreadable one, unlike the usually mad grin ze adopts. But zir black eyes remind me of what I see every time I look in the mirror since the incident.

I open my mouth. "It's okay if-"

"They were beautiful."

I stare blankly at the words Ben speaks out. The first set of words to escape zim. But more than that, zir black eyes have softened considerably. It's like the inky, black void turns calm and gleams with a light I've never seen before.

Then ze turns to me and zir gaze darts to my bowl.

"Drink up before it gets cold."

#TSR #The Sole Reminiscence #Benefactor #snippet

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