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You’re So Pretty II (Remus Lupin x Reader)

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A/N: friends to lovers, fem!reader, jealous!remus, remus loves you but he’s so terribly scared of a relationship, Hogsmeade bookstore dates

Warning: very short (like three sentences) mention of sexual thoughts.

Word count: 4.1k

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Y/N smiled as the snow sizzled under her feet. Her and Remus walked side by side behind the rest of the gang, heading over to Hogsmeade Saturday afternoon to get a well deserved break from classes and studying.

She hid her face behind her thick scarf, her gloved hands buried deep in her winter coat pockets, protecting herself from the chilly breeze. She wanted to reach over and hold his hand, to feel the warmth from his skin against her. She didn’t try though, too afraid to be so forward with him.

“Lily said she’d be at Honeydukes today so I’m probably going to hang around there until I run into her,” James told everyone. Y/N rolled her eyes. Even when they were out as friends, he was still falling head over heels for that girl. Lily was one of her best friends, sometimes it just got annoying hearing her friend talk about her constantly all day.

“Oh, I thought we were gonna go to the Three Broomsticks?” Y/N asked, tilting her head a bit to the side with a frown etched on her lips.

James shook his head, waving off to his friends. “Maybe I’ll catch you guys later, yeah?” He walked in the opposite direction of the little restaurant they were headed to. She just shook her head. Typical of that loverboy to leave. She was grateful that Remus never had anyone else to go to, any other girls he wanted to follow around. She was used to Sirius and James doing so, not so much Peter though. He was always quite unpopular with the ladies.

The Three Broomsticks was quite loud, as you would expect on a busy Saturday with all the Hogwarts kids coming to hang out and get drinks. Y/N decided on a hot butterbeer and salty chips, finding herself awfully hungry from the walk over to the little village.

She was tucked into the booth, closest to the inner wall with Remus to her right and Sirius and Peter across the table facing them. Her thigh, only covered by thin black tights under her short corduroy skirt pressed to Remus’ corduroy slacks, and a chill ran down her spine at the thought of being so close. He didn’t seem to mind that their thighs touched, and his arm rested against hers. Nor did he notice the way he could turn his head and be mere centimeters away from kissing her, if he wanted.

Y/N wanted to be kissed. Whether it be in front of the boys or in private, she wished every night before she went to sleep that the dirty blond would kiss her silly. That he would cradle her cheeks in the palms of his hands, tilting her head up to meet his. That he would press his soft lips to hers and run far away with her heart. She wanted to drown in him, if he would just let her.

But she refrained. She kept her eyes trained forward on Sirius, listening as he went on about some problem he had in transfigurations with Professor McGonagall.

Remus couldn’t help but wish she would stop looking at Sirius like that, like he was the most interesting person in the world. He wanted her to look at him that way. Instead she always shied away, ducking her head or looking off beyond his shoulder. Did she hate looking at him? Was he that unattractive? Thoughts rushed through his mind, he barely noticed Sirius was talking at all.

He was conscious of her leg pressed to his, practically sitting in his lap at this point. His eyes ran quickly over the hem of her skirt which rode up a bit when she slid down the booth. What would her thighs feel like in his hands, or pressed to the sides of his head. If it was anything like the mere feeling of her pressed to him in the booth, he might as well explode.

Remus, honest to Merlin, didn’t want to think about her in that way. He really didn’t. It was inappropriate and wrong. Still, her face flashed through his mind, what it would look like if he was hovering over her, and the sounds she would make as he eased in and out of her. He was filthy, a pervert. He knew that. He just couldn’t brush the thoughts from his mind.

It didn’t matter what he thought anyway. Y/N wanted to fuck his best mate, Sirius. He had no chance.

He reached over and took one of her chips, hoping it would distract him as she laughed quietly at a joke Sirius told. He chuckled too, but only to seem like he was paying attention.

“Rem, what do you think?” she asked, and he had to snap back into the conversation quickly.

“Think about what?” He cringed. So much for pretending he was listening before.

“About spending the holiday at the Potters’? Guess you were daydreaming again?” she replied, poking him in the shoulder jokingly.

If only you knew, love.

He shrugged. “Sure. They know how to throw a good party. Is James okay with it?”

“Yep. Not to mention Sirius lives there too so it’s kinda his house as well,” she laughed. “It’ll be like a week-long sleepover.”

The thought definitely interested him. Spending nearly a week with her in the same house. It would give them time away from school to chill out without the looming threat of homework over their shoulders. He knew how worried she got about her classes, considering she never did too well in them.

Just as she was about to say something else, a flustered James rushed through the doors and up to the booth. “Sirius, Pete, you gotta come with me. I need back up.”

“Back up for what?”

“Lily, obviously. She’s here with Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary. I need you two to distract the other girls while I sweep my darling Lily off her feet,” he said, a bit rushed. It was obvious he was under some sort of time crunch. Maybe they were getting ready to leave Honeydukes already.

Y/N quirked a brow. “What about Remus and I?”

“Figured you wouldn’t want to spend your day following me around.”

“And you assumed I would?” Sirius piped up, although he was already sliding out of the booth to do as his friend asked.

“You nerds can go to the bookstore or something. Or Brood and Peck?” James suggested. He peered out the window across the table and spotted Marlene and Lily walking into Honeydukes, that familiar wash of red hair flowing behind her. “Gotta go, sweetheart.”

“See you later, angel, moony” Sirius winked, and with that they were off. Remus tensed at her nickname, as he usually did. It wasn’t abnormal for Sirius to flirt with her, to call her endearing names and send suggestive looks in her direction. He saw the way her eyes pleaded with him to stay, to not leave her behind with plain ol’ Remus.

She waved goodbye to the boys walking out the door before turning to stare down at the plate in front of her. “Sooo, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” she asked, feeling a bit awkward now that they were completely alone again. She liked hanging out with the boy, it was just hard to maintain her cool when they were alone. She liked when Sirius was around to relieve some of the tension she felt around Remus. “The bookstore is a good choice, or maybe the botanical shop? Whatever you want to do is fine.”

He took a sip from his warm cup of butterbeer and sighed. If only he had the guts to consider this a date. There were dozens of times in which they hung out around Hogsmeade, just the two of them, enjoying the other’s company the best they could. She was willing to go to any of the stores around, she wasn’t very picky. It always felt like they were dating, but he never addressed it. It made him anxious, the thought of confronting her about their friendship.

He chose to ignore it. If anyone brought it up, he just brushed them off like they were wrong and being silly. It was the only way he could cope with his hidden feelings.

“Let’s go to the bookstore. I’ve been meaning to find more Shakespeare. Maybe you’ve got some recommendations,” he told her, knowing that her eyes would light up at the mention of the muggle playwright. He smiled when he noticed the familiar sparkle in her eyes, peering over the rim of his mug.

She clapped her hands together. “Perfect! I have a lot of recommendations, not just Shakespeare either. There are so many classics you might enjoy, if we can find them.” Thankfully the bookstore in Hogsmeade carried quite a few muggle books along with the traditional magical novels written by wizards. “Let me just finish my chips and drink so we can go,” she said, taking another bite of a now room-temperature potato.

She went on to talk about her classes as he sat, his cheek in his palm, watching her silently. He observed the way she perked up at certain topics, and frowned when they moved onto something she disliked. When she found herself drifting off to a discussion about her grades, especially those in Transfigurations and DADA, she grimaced. They were never very easy for her, and he knew that better than anyone as her tutor.

When she was finally finished with her food, she pushed away her empty glass and straightened up in the seat. She pulled a couple coins from her jacket pocket and left them to sit on the table to pay for her snacks, plus his butterbeer which he had been sipping on slowly for the past half-hour or so. He could have listened to her talk for longer, finding it relaxing to hear her voice so at ease, but they had more things to do than just sit around the tavern.

She wrapped herself up in her scarf and hat, buttoning up her jacket to the top notch, knowing it was going to be chilly when she stepped outside. The hearth warmed the little restaurant perfectly, she almost forgot it was winter outside and the snow was piling on the pathways.

As they walked through the crowds, heading to the bookstore, he kept his hand hovering just above the small of her back, careful to touch her gently and not break any boundaries. He wanted to keep her close so as to not lose her in the crowd of students walking by. She didn’t seem to mind the touch either, trekking ahead through the snow.

They entered the bookstore and a little chime rang out above them from the copper bell hanging. She waved to the store owner before heading up the tiny staircase to her favorite second. Muggle Studies and Famous Works.

“So, Remus, what were you thinking of this time? Something funny? Romantic? Tense?”

“Just pick out something you’d think I’d like. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way,” he told her, his fingers sliding down the spines of the old hardcovers, reading the titles under his breath. She nodded and started her search for the perfect novel to give her best friend to read. He was an avid reader so she was sure he would like mostly anything she suggested.

She grabbed a Shakespeare comedy, followed by a couple other classics such as A Portrait of Dorian Gray, which always reminded her of Sirius a bit, and Pride and Prejudice which reminded her quite a bit of some of the romances she had seen occur at Hogwarts. She climbed down from the ladder she stood on to reach the books and handed the pile off to her friend, who was still just wandering aimlessly around the second floor of the store.

“Find some good ones?” he asked.

She nodded, handing him the three books. “These should last you a while. I picked a couple different genres in case you didn’t like one of them you could move onto the next,” she told him. He peered down at the covers and nodded. If she suggested them, she didn’t have to worry about him not liking them. He would read anything she suggested and enjoy it, because those books made her happy and in turn, that kept him engrossed as he flipped the pages.

He paid for the books, since she paid for his drink earlier. They were ready to head to another shop, only to pause the second she opened the door to the outside. Quickly, she shut the door with a yelp. “Godric, did it drop ten degrees in the time we’ve been in here? I’m going to freeze to death out there,” she exclaimed. In reality, the wind had picked up and whipped at anyone daring to go outside with icy air.

She shivered, rubbing up and down her arms with her mittens to try and warm herself up a bit.

“Do you want my sweater?” Remus offered, already shrugging off his thick winter coat so he could lift his pullover jumper over his head. He didn’t really think to wait for her reply, automatically ready to give up one of his layers for her.

“Remus, really, you don’t need to do that-” Y/N tried to stop him, but he was already out of his brown tweed jumper before she could do anything about it. She took off her winter coat and slipped on the added layer over her thin sweater. It was warm from him wearing it so close to his body, and it smelled just like him. She felt like she was enveloped in a big hug, and it was wonderful.

“Fits perfectly,” he joked, seeing as the sleeves were a bit too long and the hem went down to mid thigh. It obviously wasn’t made for her, but instead incredibly tall, lanky boys.

They both put their jackets back on, and she adjusted her hat and scarf once again. “Thank you, Rem.”

“No problem. I tend to run hot anyway,” he replied, carrying the books he had just bought under his arm, using his free hand to push open the door and enter the harsh winter streets. When he wasn’t looking, she dipped her head down and pressed the hem of his sleeve to her face, taking in the smell, hypnotized by that reminder of him lingering on his clothes.

He smelled like parchment and ink, like dark chocolate and mint; it was hypnotizing. She had read plenty of books in which the boy gives his jacket to the girl, sparking a bit of romance between the two. She didn’t think Remus meant anything by the kind gesture, however. She was nearly confident that Sirius or James would do the same for her, absent romantic intent. Remus was just so kind and thoughtful. Surely that was the reason he gave her his sweater.

“Did you want to stop anywhere else?”

“Do you want to go pick up those seeds I need from the botanical shop?” she asked. “Professor Sprout said I could grow them for extra credit, and I’m not doing too well in that class right now.”

Remus nodded, turning on his heel to head in the direction of the seed shop, with a chipper girl following closely behind him.

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He never asked for his sweater back, not even when the group of friends reconvened in the common room after their outing, and she stood in plain sight with his sweater hanging loose from her shoulders. Instead, she sat on the couch beside Sirius, his arm on the couch behind her, his fingers just barely grazing her shoulder. He never meant anything by it really, she and Sirius just had a close friendship. Sirius knew she would never fall in love with him, not like some of the other girls they hung out with. Y/N knew that he just liked to hook up, and he wasn’t about to pull any moves on her. Not when he knew about the crush she had on his best friend, Remus.

Remus didn’t know that though. He only saw his crush, his girl, wrapped up so closely to Sirius at any given opportunity, and he hated it. He hated that Sirius was so confident in himself that he would flirt with anyone. He hated that the other boy was so attractive and charming that all the girls fell for him at some point or another.

He couldn’t stand the jealousy he felt. It made him depressed, sad any time he saw them together. At first, he had only been angry with the situation, but over time he found himself falling apart, unable to fight it any longer. He was just hopeless and lonely.

Y/N glanced over at Remus standing behind the armchair Lily sat in, his arms crossed over his chest with his forearms on display, having rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt.

She was brave. She was in Gryffindor, for fuck’s sake. She could talk to the boy she liked.

The girl stood from her place on the couch, waving to Sirius and Marlene as she did so, walking over to where Remus stood. He eyed her down, his cheeks flushing red at the sight of her bare shoulder hanging out of his jumper. “Y/N?”

“Rem, do you have any chocolate by chance? I’ve got a sweet tooth coming on,” she asked, knowing that he always had some of the sweet treats in stock somewhere on his person or in his room. It was his cure for nearly every ailment imaginable.

He nodded. “In my dorm, yeah. You want some?”

“If you don’t mind,” Y/N hummed, nudging her head in the direction of the four boys’ dorm room just up the stairs. “Let’s go.” She extended her arm, her hand held open for him to take, which he did even if her touch caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was times like this, where she was affectionate with him, that he really felt nervous. Nervous that he would make a mistake.

He felt his hand starting to clam up and he cringed. He didn’t want her holding his warm and sweaty hand. Fortunately, the walk up the stairs to the room was brief and she dropped his hand the second she walked through the doorway. Happily, she walked over to his bed and jumped on it, pressing her face into his pillows with a sigh. She cuddled into the sweater wrapped around her, inhaling the scent of her wolfish friend swallowing her up.

“So, you’re feeling chocolate?” He asked, walking over to his bedside table and opening a drawer. He pulled a couple bars from the drawer, one of them filled with caramel, a treat he knew she liked quite a bit. He tossed it over to her, landing on the bed beside her head.

“Thank you!” She chirped happily, unwrapping the candy bar and taking a bite, smiling as she munched. He took a seat on the bed and leaned against his headboard, sitting up as he broke off a piece of a dark chocolate bar for himself. She rolled onto her side and faced him, propped up on her elbow. “Today was quite fun, don’t you think?”

“Definitely. I’m excited to read the books you recommended.”

“Yeah,” she yawned, “it’ll be fun to discuss when you’re done.”

They laid there for a while talking about books and the next day’s events, including a quidditch match their friends were going to be competing in. He loved just talking to her. No one else entertained him the way she did, with those bright eyes and her round cheeks filled with happiness. No one understood his love of poetic justice in literature as well as she did. He never wanted their conversations to end really, even if they always came to a close one way or another.

After a while, she found herself growing more and more tired, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned more deeply than before, eyes grown heavy by now. He’d sunk down to lay beside her, their heads sharing a single fluffy pillow. His eyes were trailed up to the canopy above the bed while she watched his profile, every little move of his lips as he spoke and the way his eyes flickered when something caught his gaze.

He felt anxious when she pressed herself into his side, sighing at the warmth coming off his body in waves. He wasn’t opposed to her being so close; he enjoyed it, actually. He just felt sick to his stomach knowing that this wasn’t forever. That she would get up soon to venture back to her own room, leaving him cold and alone on his bed, hanging onto his moment until he was graced with the next one.

“You’re so warm, Remus,” she mumbled in her sleepy haze.

Her voice sent shivers down his spine. “I think you’re just cold.”

“Maybe,” she hummed.

It was only a matter of time before she stopped replying to him about whatever they were talking about and her breaths became soft and slow, signaling that she had fallen asleep in his bed. It wasn’t the first time, but usually he was sitting in Peter or James’ bed and not lying right beside her. Her arm was wrapped loosely around his, the other curled up against her chest.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly, only to be met with the same quiet breaths.

He wanted to lay beside her. He wanted to let her cuddle him all night long as she slept, and wake up beside him in the morning. He wanted to be met with her bright smile when he opened his eyes the next day. God, he wanted to stay the way they were, just like this.

Only, he couldn’t do it. He was afraid. She didn’t deserve to be tied down to him. She was so wonderful and beautiful and kind. She was everything he loved, and he was a monster. He could hurt her if she got any further involved with him and his problems.

He lifted her arm gently, making sure not to wake her up as he rolled off his side of the twin sized mattress. He lifted his heavy quilt to cover her body, making sure she wouldn’t freeze in her sleep when he left her. He didn’t want her to wake up now and explain why he was going to leave her all alone. He certainly wasn’t going to wake her up and kick her out to her own room either.

He would find somewhere else to sleep for the night. Make up a lie in the morning about how he got up and went to the common room, fell asleep by accident on the couch.

He left the room that night with a grimace, regret pooling in his heart at the thought of leaving her behind. He waved to his friends who still hung out in the common room, but their numbers were beginning to dwindle. Marlene and Dorcas had gone to bed and Lily was about to go back to her dorm as well.

He fell asleep that night on the couch and woke up to the sound of early risers getting ready for breakfast. Meanwhile, Y/N woke up in a room that was not hers in a bed that was emptier than she remembered. James snored loudly to her right while Peter’s snores came out more of a light whistling. Sirius sat by his mirror, running a comb through his hair.

“Where’s Remus?” She asked.

“Slept on the couch downstairs.”

All she could do was sigh, a small “oh” leaving her lips. Sirius sent her a sympathetic look, as if he understood how she was feeling. She just fell back on the mattress and stared at the ceiling, wondering why her friend was so persistent on this constant space between them even when they seemed to be growing so close. He was a confusing guy, clearly conflicted with emotions running through that she didn’t understand.

Still, it broke her heart to wake up alone, cold under the blanket he’d left for her, surrounded by friends. So many friends, just not the one she wanted to be there.

Part Three out.

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delta-piscium · 11 months

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@steddie-week day 1: Hunger | 1.1k words cw: light angst in that Steve is a little sad/dealing with some mental stuff but like hurt/comfort (not EDs which mental stuff combined with the prompt word might make it seem like, hunger is used as a metaphor)

Sometimes Steve doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He just shuts himself in his room and hides, barely leaves his bed. Pretends he doesn’t exist, or that time has stopped and he’s the only thing that exists.

Sometimes, he’ll go back too soon, feel bad for the ignored calls and drag himself out of bed to see the people who matter most to him. But it won’t feel warm and soft those times. He’ll be too raw and It’ll feel like they’re grabbing his insides and eating them. Pulling his heart and brain out of his body and devouring them without letting him eat theirs in return.

Usually, he’s okay with that. He knows his place, he knows that’s what he’s for. For other people to get fed. And he’s happy to feed, to do that for them.

He loves them, of course he’s gonna give himself over. It’s just that sometimes they take too much. They don’t know they do he thinks, they don’t know they’re eating him alive. That he’s presenting himself on a silver platter and letting them take take take, and that sometimes they take too much.

That’s why he disappears, so he can grow back. So he can give more. Because if he stops giving he's afraid they’ll get tired. He won’t be useful, he can’t give when he’s like that. He starts craving, he starts wanting. He feels starved and wants to take and feed too, and that’s not part of the deal. He’s not supposed to eat, he’s supposed to be eaten. So when he turns hungry and ravenous he hides, he isolates.

Robin is the only one who truly gets this about him, who doesn’t take and demand. She gently accepts the things he gives and never without giving too, forcing him to stay whole. It’s overwhelming and sometimes he has to hide from that too, he doesn’t know how to deal with the force of it. He’s so used to the constant hunger it’s a shock when it’s gone but he’s gotten better. And anyway, he and Robin are part of one whole so whatever is given or taken between them is never really gone. It stays with both of them.

Robin is the only one, or she was the only one he should say. Because now there’s Eddie. Eddie who gives and gives and gives, almost as much as he does. But who doesn’t seem to dwindle and dim like Steve does. Who doesn’t seem to starve or hunger. Eddie who notices when Steve does, when he stumbles and gets greedy. Who holds him up and makes him whole with a look, a touch, a word.

Eddie who breaks in through his window when he shuts himself in his big empty house and lays with him in his bed, softly telling Steve stories and running his fingers through his hair.

It’s wonderful.

It's the worst.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna end up as empty as me,” Steve tells him, whispers it into the dark. “That you’re here now and you’re giving and I’m taking and you’re gonna be the one left with nothing.”

Eddie doesn’t respond immediately but hums in acknowledgment, lets him know he heard and is thinking.

“This is good for me too,” he says eventually, “being with you and resting. Getting to be here for you when you never used to let anyone but Robin be. It’s good for me too.”

“It can be good and still drain you.” Says Steve, knows it to be true. He doesn’t resent giving the way he does, he loves it, it’s good. It drains him.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, “this doesn’t drain me, you’re comforting me too. It’s balanced.”

Balanced. That’s what Robin tells him too. That’s what Nancy sometimes asked him for when they dated and he couldn’t let her see the cracks. That’s what he wonders about with his other friends.

He doesn’t usually know how to do that. He doesn’t know where the lines are. He doesn’t understand how Eddie knows.

“You let me give, and I let you give, so it’s balanced. We don’t take from each other, we gift and we receive. It’s balanced. You have to let other people give sometimes too, Steve.”

It hits something deep in him, the last words. He knows this, he doesn’t want to know it.

“I’m afraid they won’t. if I open myself up to it. If I ask, I’m afraid they won’t.” He says it so quietly it’s almost inaudible but Eddie hears.

His hands still in Steve’s hair for a moment before moving again, gently scratching his scalp.

“I know baby. But that’s not fair, they want to give too. If they knew how much they took without giving back they’d be heartbroken. It’s not fair to you or them.”

Steve lets Eddies words wash over him, he knows he’s right. They’d be nauseous with it. His sweet wonderful friends and family would be crushed.

“Sometimes it will happen, maybe,” Eddie continues when Steve doesn’t respond beyond a sharp breath in. “Sometimes people won’t know how to give after only getting but you gotta let them try. Sometimes they’ll learn and adjust, sometimes they won’t and you’ll have to deal with that. But you can’t starve yourself like this because you won’t let them try.”

"What if I take too much?"

"Then they talk to you, like you should talk to them."

“When did you get so wise,” Steve snorts, his voice is tight but he makes the effort, tries to lighten the mood. Deflects, like he always does.

Eddie lets him, a little, knows Steve has to. But he’s still serious when he answers.

“Wayne is like a never-ending well of insight and digging around in everything, never lets me get away with shit.”

The opposite of Steve’s parents who were the first to take from him and never give, never look into his eyes and tell him to eat.

“He’s a good guy,” Steve tells Eddie instead of weighing him down more than he already has. Instead of acknowledging and relieving the hunger pang that strikes him at the thought. Even now, here, he doesn’t know how.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here to relay his wisdom, like playing telephone with whatever stuff he teaches me. The things your parents took away from you.”

Eddie still knows, of course, he does. He always knows.

“And what do you get?” Steve has to ask.

“I get you. I get everything.”

Steve smiles, turns around to kiss Eddie. He doesn’t feel empty when Eddie kisses him back, hungry. When he takes and devours.

#i didn't think i was gonna be able to do steddie week becuase it crept up on me and i haven't kept up #and i wasn't gonna post this but like i wrote this in like 40 minutes in a haze and then went on tumblr and saw one of the #prompts for day 1 was hunger and i had literally just written this thing where i used hunger as a metaphor so i went back and reread it #and did some edits and now im posting it #which well i usually stick to humor in my writing so this is always scary but here we are #this is so different from what i usually post but this is also representative of like 70% of my notes app i just dont share #this kind of writing but fuck it i guess #my writing #dels steddie thoughts #steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie week

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Can you please do a Demon Rengoku x reader and the reader is just going ready for bed and Rengoku breaks in and is totally ready to kill her but sees how beautiful she is and wants to make her his I’ve yet to see this done and your such a beautiful writer 😪🙏

Yaaaay. I have missed Kyojuro so much, and I just did Senjuro so it’s time to complete the Rengoku Brother duo! I’m excited for this, I have done a Demon/Upper Moon Mitsuri so now it’s time for Demon/Upper Moon Kyojuro

Rengoku Kyojuro- Sweet Nightmares

As the dark shadowy night swallowed over the pale sky, your tired throbbing hands swam over the silky fabric of your vibrant nighttime Yukata to the plush beneath, as you gently flicked your hair strands off your shoulder to begin crawling over your soft futon. The room was lit by a trio of candles, a warm luminescent that strongly scented of strawberry and melting wax

Your bedroom window was closed and locked tight but with how thin the glasspane is, anything could see through into your private quarters and even enter. Dropping down to your side to further get comfortable and pulling the thick blanket over your frame, your bright eyes slowly fluttered but you left the candles to burn and glow

On the other end of your lonely homely cottage, a flame-toned pale-skinned demon politely broke the lock of your helpless door to enter. It was time for him to collect his feeding of human, it has been a day since he had indulged in his beloved intake of fresh human flesh and he could care less for what human he must hunt down

On slow, steady footsteps carrying him smoothly through the hallways to try sense the presence of his next dinner. The demon named Kyojuro stopped before the open entrance of the bedroom with raised claws and gritted mighty fangs in preparation to strike down but what he saw made him flinch

His gorgeous flame-like irises scratched over by deep black kanji writing of ‘Upper 7’. A Upper Moon has managed to find you, a mere Kakushi and his claws balls up until those sharp tips dig into his cold skin

He didn’t want to hurt you anymore, he didn’t want to turn you into a mangled body for him to rip apart and devour for his neverending hunger. The way you sat up and flicked your gorgeous hair once again as it laid flatly over your face only seconds after you closed your eyes. He couldn’t see your face from his angle but he was falling in love with your frame, your cute voice sighing out and he knew in that moment, he was in awe

His peaked curiosity must be explored as he disappears long before you can turn around in concern for hearing your wooden pane floor creak, phasing back into existence like he was a ghost behind you and pressing his beefy clawed palms over your mouth so you can’t scream out, your noises of fear muffled. Kyojuro may be a cruel demonic entity but he doesn’t wish to unnecessarily injury or violate you so he was only pressing enough to keep you quiet

His sick, twisted smile flashed at you. His gorgeous blonde spiky hair with actual flaming yellow tips and a pair of dark red horns over the long sides of his forehead. Thankfully, he kept his head far from your hair so his internal roaring fire cannot touch you. The small streams of that candle trio, besides your futon slowly grew to a intense bundle of flames

Upper Moon… 7. Upper Moon… you’ve been caught by a Upper Moon. You were beyond afraid but you didn’t dare to fight against him as he could reduce you to pieces in a single swing. Kyojuro purred delighted at your darkening horrified eyes gazing up at him, lifting you up from your comfy bed with zero issue and eventually dragging you away from the only sense of safety you’ll ever have from now on as Kyojuro was truly stuck on having you

He wanted you, he didn’t want you as his food. No. Kyojuro wanted you as his wife

“Good morning, darling~! We’re gonna have so much fun together, don’t you think so?”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #short story #kny hashira #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x you #kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro #kimetsu kyojuro #demon au #upper moon AU #demon Kyojuro

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valeskafics · 1 year

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Scream for Me (90s!Aegon/Aemond x Reader, 90s!Jace x Reader) - Scream AU, Chapter Eleven

a/n: mood board by @ruby-dragon love of my fucking life

Summary: The identity of the killer(s) are finally revealed.

TW: profanity, innuendo, MURDER, violence, death, afab reader, she/her pronouns, blood, gore, gun violence (aka death by shooting), manipulation, gaslighting, reader throws up fair warning, LITERAL MURDER IM SORRY I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, blood kink, stabbing

Word Count: 2,235 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“We all go a little mad sometimes.”

When Aemond speaks, it’s as though time freezes around you. You watch, a pit in your stomach, as Aemond stabs Jace in the shoulder, making the brunette let out a grunt of pain. As Jace falls to the ground, you finally come to your senses. You gasp in horror, shoving Aemond away, helping Jace to a chair, trying to keep an eye on the blonde as you do so.

Aemond drawls, admiring the way Jace’s blood now adorns his knife, “Anthony Perkins. Psycho.”

Jace continues groaning in pain, clutching at his shoulder as you finally manage to get him into an armchair, probably one Alicent bought from some luxury furniture company. Well, she can thank her son’s psychopathic tendencies for the blood currently staining the upholstery. You note that Jace’s blood isn’t flowing too badly, ripping a piece of your shirt to tie around his shoulder.

“Jace, it’s okay,” you say, attempting to soothe him but internally panicking at this entire situation, “Uh, it doesn’t look like it nicked an artery or anything. Just apply pressure there, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

Jace looks up at you, brown eyes shining with gratitude. You almost feel guilty for slamming the door in his and Aegon’s face, but the sweet smile on his face shows you that he understands. He squeezes your hand weakly, watching as you turn toward Aemond.

You let out a sharp breath, glaring at the tall blond, who’s still leaning against the door, twirling that goddamn knife between his fingers with far too much grace for someone who isn’t a murderer, “Are you out of your goddamn mind?! You just stabbed someone! And how are you even walking? You were stabbed! Aemond, tell me what the fuck is going on right now!”

Aemond chuckles and looks at his hand that holds the knife, licking the blood off of his fingertips before smirking at you, his good eye dancing with mischief as he speaks, “Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he walks over to you, giving Jace a disdainful look. You take a step backward, stumbling slightly in your haste to get away from him. Aemond clicks his tongue and smirks at you.

“Are you afraid of me, kitten?” Aemond coos, advancing on you, gripping your chin in his free hand, “You didn’t seem too afraid back in your living room when I was touching your sweet little cunt,” he leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear in a way that’s both frightening and, almost, arousing, “Or when your lips were wrapped around my cock in the video store this afternoon.”

You feel like your heart is in your throat at the realization that Aemond, your neighbor, your crush, one of your closest friends, the guy you gave your fucking virginity to, is one of the killers. You stare at him, your eyes watering slightly as he brings his knife to your cheek, giving you the slightest of nicks along your soft skin. He watches as the slightest bit of blood pools at the site of the cut and runs his tongue along it, moaning.

The sound jolts you out of your stupor. You wrench yourself away from him and make a mad dash for the kitchen, where one of the landline phones is. And that’s where you bump into Aegon. You break down in tears, sobbing into his chest, never so happy to see your best friend in your entire life. He looks down at you, resting a hand in your hair, shushing you as if to calm and reassure you that he’s there now and nothing will harm you.

You begin rambling, recounting everything that’s happened, still burying your face in his chest, your eyes closed as you sob “Aeg, I… Aemond stabbed Jace and… And, I-“

“Aw, Princess, it’s okay…”

You pull back slightly and look into his lilac eyes, feeling safe in his arms. Knowing Aegon would never let anything happen to you.

That’s when you notice the blood on Aegon’s shirt. You glance down, seeing several bloodstains on his shirt and jeans, his shoes… And his hands. You take a step back, only to feel Aemond’s chest against your frame, caught between the two brothers. Like a mouse in a lion’s den.

Aegon pulls out a small device from his pocket and gives you a wry grin as he speaks into it, “Surprise, angel.”

It’s not Aegon’s voice. It’s the voice. The killer’s voice. From the locker room, when you punched him. From the bathroom at school when you let him touch you… From the very first phone call… That’s how the killer knew what you were wearing. It was Aegon and he could see into your house.

“I,” you stutter, “I… This isn’t possible… You’re… I know you, you wouldn’t kill anyone. Aegon,” you stare up at him, feeling entirely helpless, “Tell me it’s not true!”

He looks almost guilty, but when he glances behind your shoulder and sees Aemond staring at him, his eyebrow arched, he knows that they’ve come too far to give up now.

“You liked when I touched you, though,” Aegon puts the voice modulator away, moving to hold your face in his hands, his already deep voice now a husky rasp, “Didn’t you? You felt so good around my fingers, angel. You know I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I,” you’re speechless at the revelation.

Not only are two of the people you trust the most in the world fucking serial killers, you’ve also been… Intimate with both of them. While they were on killing sprees. The thought makes you sick to your stomach. You push away from them and retch into the kitchen trash can, your entire body shaking, this entire situation being far too much for you to handle.

You’re a senior in high school. You’re supposed to be worried about your SATs, who’s going to ask you to prom. Not if you’re going to survive a fucking murder spree.

Aegon immediately goes to sit beside you, pulling your hair behind you, rubbing your back, murmuring in your ear, “That’s alright, baby, let it out. Let it all out.”

You hate that the sound of his voice still soothes you. The idea of finding comfort in him disgusts you after what he and Aemond have done. You stumble back over to Jace, the brothers following you, knowing you’re in no condition to go running off.

“Was stabbing our cousin completely necessary?” Aegon snarks at his brother, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I did it for fun,” Aemond snaps back, “Anyway, are you going to tell her? Or am I?”

Aegon grimaces, “Can’t we let him tell her?”

Jace pipes up, “I… I’ll tell her.”

“Tell me what?” you question, looking at Jace, “Jace? What’s going on?”

He lets out a sigh before speaking, “I, uh, I’m kind of a Ghostface too.”

You step back, “No. No you’re not. You’re too short to have been either one of the ones I met-”

“I’ve only killed twice,” Jace says quietly, gazing up at you, “And I’ve never approached you when doing it. I… It was me in your house today, I’ll admit that. But I’ve never spoken to you in the costume or even come near you,” he lets out a heavy breath before speaking, “My first kill was Great Uncle Vaemond. A few months ago. After he tried to say all that stuff about my mom being a slut.”

Aegon’s brows fly to his hairline, “That was even before Alys and Will…”

Aemond speaks up next, “I thought Vaemond’s death was because of a faulty epipen…”

“And who gave him that epipen? And the peanut contaminated sandwich?” Jace rolls his eyes, “God, you two are stupid. Make it look like an accident and no one suspects shit.”

You stare between the three as they discuss their fucking murder tactics, feeling like you’re on the verge of a full psychotic meltdown.

“Well, I got Coach Lannister while Jacey boy was slicing and dicing Officer Crispy-”

You cut Aegon off, looking between your friends in shock, “You guys killed people tonight?!”

You sink into a chair, hearing their words, but not fully processing them. Jace killed Vaemond. Aemond killed Will and Alys, then Robin. Aegon killed Otto then Coach Lannister. Jace killed Officer Cole…

“How in the fuck were you planning on getting away with all of this?” you question aloud.

“Oh, simple,” Aemond says, walking toward the kitchen closet and dragging out none other than…

“Uncle Larys?” Jace questions, “Oh shit, that’s inspired, actually…”

“He got away with fuckin’ murdering your bio dad and grandpa. He got away with all the shit he pulled with our mom,” Aegon drawls, “Seems like a perfect choice, right? Finally fuckin’ paying the price for all the shit he’s done.”

You meet Larys Strong’s eyes, and for the briefest of moments, you feel pity for the man who you know is about to be murdered in front of you.

That’s before you think about everything he’s done. Letting him take the fall for Aegon, Aemond, and Jace’s crimes. You watch as Aemond pulls his knife out of his pocket and hands it to Jace, yet again shocking you.

“He killed your father,” Aemond says quietly, “You deserve your revenge, Jace.”

Jace takes the knife, his hand shaking, “Thank you, Aemond… But I can barely hold it. Kinda fucked up my shoulder, bro.”

Aemond grimaces, “Sorry.”

You look between the three, speaking after a moment, “A knife? You’re trying to pin it on him… And you’re stabbing him to death? God,” you let out a disbelieving laugh, “You’ve got to be the three most idiot serial killers I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Clearly, the best way to do this is grab Criston’s handgun from his cruiser and make it look like he shot Larys while he was bleeding out.”

The three of them look at you, slightly bewildered, but Aemond is the one who speaks, “Bunny… That’s a very smart plan.”

Aegon walks off to grab the gun from Criston’s - surprisingly unlocked - cruiser and brings it back. Your friends look at the object in confusion, completely unsure of how to use the small handgun. You give them an annoyed glare and grab the gun.

“Have any of you idiots even fired a gun?” you snap, “Where the fuck is Cole’s body?”

Jace leads you all to the garage, where Criston’s body grows cold. You grab a pair of work gloves from the toolbox on the corner table, putting them on and leaning down beside Criston’s body. You manage to place the gun in his hands, but keep your own finger on the trigger.

“Drag Larys over by the car,” you demand, the boys complying without a second thought.

You manage to fire the gun three times. Straight into Larys Strong’s head, once in his stomach, and once in his leg. The blood splatters slightly on your face and that of Criston’s corpse.

Aemond watches in delight, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, looking downright giddy that you’ve killed with them. In fact, if you aren’t mistaken, he seems… Almost turned on by the blood that now stains your face.

Aegon watches you in something akin to awe. He’s always known you were strong and smart, but never did he ever think you’d be able to do something like this. And he thinks, if it’s even possible, he falls in love with you a little more in that moment.

Jace looks shocked for a moment, before an expression of relief washes over his face. He wishes he could’ve been the one to kill Larys. To get vengeance for his father and grandfather. But if not him? He’s glad it was you. The girl he loves.

You move to stand, leaving the gun in Criston’s dead hand, looking at the boys as you put the gloves in your back pocket, “The gunpowder residue is gonna be on his hands and these gloves. We have to hide the gloves and we’re home free.”

“Angel’s first kill,” Aegon gives you a small grin, “That was… Ridiculously badass. And sexy.”

You scoff, “Yeah, of course the serial killer finds me murdering someone sexy.”

“Serial killers,” Aemond corrects, walking up to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Bunny… I need you to know… Everything I said before. Everything I feel about you. None of that was a lie.”

“I know,” you say, meeting his gaze, “And I feel the same about you. And Aegon,” you pause before turning to the fourth member of your little group, “And Jace…”

The four of you stand there in the garage, staring at each other, wondering where the fuck you’re supposed to go from here.

“Well, clearly,” Aegon speaks up, “We all have some pent up energy here. And I think the best option to clear our heads and figure out what’s next is sex.”

You, Aemond, and Jace look at each other incredulously before turning to Aegon.

“That’s,” Aemond pauses, “Not the worst idea.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “I mean… Not a terrible idea.”

“Kinda a good idea,” Jace adds.

“Well,” Aegon grins at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Get ready to fuckin’ scream for me, baby.”

#Jacaerys x reader #Jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #jace velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #aemond Targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #Aegon x reader #Aegon Targaryen x reader #aegon ii #Aegon ii targaryen #Aegon targaryen ii #scream hotd au #scream for me fic #my writing

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patheticbabie · 11 months

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For the made up fic title: Heart Shaped Box 💕

Heart Shaped Box - Jason Todd x reader

It’s cliché really, people tell you being best friends with the opposite gender never works out, that one of you will fall for the other. And here he was a big fucking cliché, sat across from his best friend, watching her tell a story of her falling down the stairs among other bad things, that had happened to her leading up to their hang out, or maybe she’s just clumsy, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but watch her with soft eyes, and an even softer smile.

“...it’s like the whole universe is against me today, first the stairs, then I can’t do my winged eyeliner right, no milk for coffee, I didn’t have breakfast, and then some idiots have a slow reaction time and don’t know how to drive? Tell me I’m not going insane, right?” she said all in one breath and she looked at him with an angry pout

He couldn’t help but laugh and reach across the table to pinch her cheek before her hand swatted him away and gave him a not so threatening glare “no, you’re not princess. Although….I do wish I was there to witness you fall down the stairs” he smirked

“Yeah yeah, my ass still hurts, pretty sure it’s gonna bruise tomorrow” she huffed as she took a sip of her coffee

He nodded in understanding having been in her position before, but as he sat across from her, admiring her, his nerves shot through, suddenly hyper aware of no time is better than the present to get things over and done with. He reached into his pocket and slid a heart shaped box towards her and tapped on it to get her attention. She glanced down at the box, then back up at him with her head tilted to the side, “what’s this? My birthday is 3 months away Jay.”

“I know, but can’t I just give my best friend a little present just for no reason? Go on, open it princess” he said softly

She glanced at him with a soft smile and opened the heart shaped box carefully, and gasped upon seeing a heart shaped necklace. Delicately she took out the heart shaped necklace and gazed at it in awe. He didn’t know he was holding his breath and was daydreaming before registering that she had asked him something.

“Huh? Sorry, what did you ask again?”

“I said it’s beautiful Jay, can you help me put it on? I wanna wear it now and show it off.” she whispered, afraid to break the moment they were currently in. She watched as he got up from his seat across from her, and made his way behind her. Sweeping her hair to one side, she held her breath as she felt his feather like touch along her neck, before carefully clasping the necklace around her neck with such carefulness. His touch lingered there, as he slowly bent down to place a kiss to her neck and shoulder, unaware that both of their hearts were beating very fast.

“There, looks even more beautiful on you, princess” so yeah, maybe people were right, it’s a big fucking cliché to fall in love with your best friend, but maybe that’s what both of them wanted to be. A big cliché, who’s destined to fall for their best friend, whether they give cute presents in heart shaped boxes or that they’re there to listen to you ramble on about how the universe is out to get you.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #candice writes #;babies ask

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luveline · 2 years

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can you do a peter blurb where they get into their first fight? not argument like a real fight and it’s angsty and fluffy. peter yells at reader and he’s never yelled at her and she’s crying and she’s like don’t break up w me and he’s like ??? what no i would never

hi thanks so much for your request, i hope this is okay!

It starts over his irresponsibility. You're afraid that there's gonna be a night where he's not gonna make it home. It snowballs, and you can't remember how you got here, an abundance of space between you, a tea towel still in his hands. Your own balled into fists, you flinch as he raises his voice.

"Because not everything is about you!" he yells in frustration.

He's never shouted at you before. He seems to realise that this isn't what he wanted to do, looking sheepish but still mad as he sighs and turns away. You can see the muscles in his shoulders twitch with tension.

Maybe it's the shock of being yelled at or the yawning chasm between you, but you end up crying. At first slow, then panicked, pressing your hand over your mouth so he doesn't hear.

Perhaps you are being selfish. You just don't want him to die.

"This isn't working," Peter sighs.

You freeze up. You can't believe it, the tangible tearing pain of the idea that you'd break up and how it manipulates your chest. You round the table towards him and he turns back, surprised, lips parting.

A foot from him you pause. "Peter, I'm sorry. Please, it will work. I won't bring it up again."

"You're crying?" he asks, dumbfounded.

"I won't say anything about it. I don't mean to be so selfish… you're the best thing in my life," you say, hands pressed so hard to your sternum you know there'll be bruises left behind. "Please. Don't break up with me."

"I-"

"Please."

"I wasn't," Peter says, pressing his lips together, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"No?" you ask, scratching at your wet face ruthlessly.

Peter's face is impassive. He catches your hand, knocks it out of the way to wipe your tears himself. His fingertips are tender, and that soothes you just enough to ease the panic. "We're just arguing."

"You said it's not working." You're dazed, eyebrows following his as they pinch together.

"The arguing, bub, not us." He frowns, smooths his hand out over your cheek. Usually you'd be desperate for his touch but the nausea of fighting makes you hesitant. You take a step back.

"I shouldn't have shouted at you. I'm sorry," he says.

"It's okay."

"I wasn't trying to scare you."

You shake your head. "You don't scare me. I don't know why I'm being such a wuss," you mutter to yourself, looking down at your socks.

His own socks creep forward. There's a heat as he rubs your forearm, tentative but familiar. You feel yourself deflating.

"I don't want you to die," you say, an offering, an olive branch in the silence.

"I won't die," he murmurs. "Sweetheart, I know you're worried, but you have to stop."

"How can I? You're gonna die, or I'm gonna keep thinking you're gonna die and my worrying is gonna drive a wedge between us and you're going to break up with-"

"I'm not going to break up with you." He sighs very loudly. "Y/N," your name is soft on his lips, "you want a hug? Right now? 'Cos I want one."

"I'm mad at you."

"I'm mad at you, too. Kind of. Well, more like frustrated."

You laugh though you don't want to and drop your head into his chest. He works one of his arms under yours and the other needles over your neck, hands pushing your shoulder and the small of your back. His fingers curve around you.

You follow suit, though you can't quite get to his shoulder, coveting the soft hairs at the back of his head instead.

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear. "I really am sorry for shouting. It's not okay. I just, I wish you'd see my side."

"I mean… I didn't enjoy being yelled at, but I know why you did."

"I was overwhelmed. It's not because you deserved it. You shouldn't ever get shouted at like that, especially by me." He squeezes you until your ribs creak. "Forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me for… I don't know. For not being on your side. I'm always on your side."

"Baby, we can disagree without my thinking you're against me."

"No, 'cos I was making it about me, and-"

"I shouldn't have said that." He pulls away from you, both hands on your shoulders. "We're partners. I actually really like when things are about you, and I'm not mad at you for caring about me – the opposite. We just caught each other at a bad time. Yeah?" he asks, still frowning.

"Right. We're partners."

"Can I ask you for something?" he says.

You tuck a sweet brown curl behind his ear and nod.

"Trust me to know my limits. I know it's a lot to ask, but please. Trust me. I can do this. Nothing bad is going to happen to me."

He probably shouldn't say that, but you're relieved to hear him promise.

"I trust you."

"Thank you," he says. He takes your hand from his neck to press your fingertips against his lips, eyes soft as melted butter. He shakes his head. "I can't believe you thought I was breaking up with you."

You feel a little spike of hurt. "What else should I have thought?"

He kisses your fingers as you talk, glares at you when you're done. "I worship the ground you walk on and you think I'm throwing in the towel after one fight?"

"No…" you say guiltily.

He rolls his eyes. "S'what I thought too. And another thing! 'Please don't break up with me'? Babe, if I ever go that crazy I want you to spit on me and keep walking. Don't forget how much of a catch you are." He makes a small fishing rod movement, like he's reeling you in.

You laugh, startled by his absurdity, a happy lightness blooming in your chest. You're so relieved you could scream, and it colours your words as you burst out, "Spit on you! That's disgusting."

"Is it? I don't think I'd mind. Maybe we should try, just to see."

"Peter!" You laugh, trying to squirm away from his pinching hands in protest.

"I'm serious," he says, letting you move but keeping hold of your hand. He works your fingers together. They fit perfectly like they always do. "About everything. I really am sorry for losing my temper."

"I'm sorry for pushing you. I trust you, Peter, I do. It's New York I don't trust."

"You shouldn't," he says happily, tugging your hand, pulling you back towards him. He pushes you back by the forehead, your chin tilting up. His smile hovers over yours. "New York is a temperamental little bitch."

You laugh. Your lips are still parted as he leans down for a kiss.

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dragondemoness · 1 year

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Can i request Junko, Mahiru and Maki with a S/O who is getting harassed by a guy and they go to beat the hell out of the person who is harassing Y/N? i hope this isnt breaking any rules

.It's not, don't worry. As long as it's not the characters doing it, and are just comforting the reader, then I'm fine with it. I just won't write the explicit details

Warnings: Mild violence, implications of almost s*xual assa*lt, female reader implied (sort of) but no pronouns specified

Junko, Mahiru and Maki Protecting their S/O from Assault

Junko Enoshima

“Get the fuck away from them, you piece of shit asshole!”

She arrived on the scene before he put his hands on you, thankfully

But it still ended with her foot on his throat and you having to pull her off

She gave him a final glare before taking your hand and leaving the scene

He’s never gonna bother you again, especially with her influence

Once you’re out of his sight, she immediately makes sure you’re okay and that he didn’t touch you

Then she presses kisses all over your face while holding you close (if you’re comfortable with it)

She’s gonna tell her sister about it and have her deal with the motherfucker later

But for now, her main focus is on you

She’s gonna hold you close for the rest of the night, stroking your hair and giving you soft kisses

Plus, she’ll give you thousands of affirmations, to help dissuade any negative thoughts that nasty prick planted in your head

She’s gonna keep a close eye on you next time you’re out together

And on any sleazy weirdos who flirt with you

She’s never letting that happen again

Mahiru Koizumi

“Get away from them, you creep! Never let me see you near them again!”

As sharp-tongued as she is around guys, she isn’t one to get violent most of the time

Except this time

Nobody touches her baby and gets away with it

She’s gonna land a good few punches, and send one final kick to his nuts

The second he’s out of your sight, she starts fretting over you

“Are you okay?? Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Oh, I should have been here sooner I’m so sorry-”

You’ll have to kiss her to make her calm down

It’s not gonna quell her worrying, but she’s so incredibly grateful you’re okay

She’s not taking her eye off you for the rest of the night

She’ll tend to your every need, and hold you to make you feel safe

You can feel how stiff she is while she’s holding you

Give her another kiss, and she’ll give you a small smile

Her protectiveness over you increases by like, a 100 after that

No more going out without her

Anyone who even looks at you weird is getting an earful from her

It can be overbearing, but her heart’s in the right place

Maki Harukawa

No words

Just pure, smoldering rage

She doesn’t even utter her famous line as she takes out the knife she keeps in her boot

Although her actions are telling enough

She’s gonna give him a good beatdown before leaving a small battle scar

She wants to go further, but not in front of you

“Stay away from them, or you will die. I’m not afraid to take out disgusting creeps who bring harm to my partner.”

Once he runs (or rather, limps) away, she takes your hand and brings you to her dorm

She doesn’t say a word on the way back

Once she closes the door, she takes you in her arms; a tight, strong hold

You can feel her shaking a little bit while she holds you

You head straight to the bed, and lay down in comforting silence

She runs her fingers through your hair as you rest on her chest

She doesn’t have much to say, so she expresses it through her touch

She hopes it’s enough to let you know that you’re safe, and that she’s always gonna protect you

She whispers it to you as you fall asleep

After that, you’re gonna have a protective assassin girlfriend on your arm while you’re out

She’s sending death glares to anyone who seems sketchy in any way

Things could have been far worse if she hadn’t been there, and she’s never letting anything like that happen again

Anyone who tries is gonna talk to the knife

One time was enough, but she’s not giving second chances anymore

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #junko enoshima x reader #mahiru koizumi x reader #maki harukawa x reader

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claymorexpunisher · 9 months

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Live Forever (unedited scene preview)

(Rhea Ripley x OFC!Vivianna x Dominik Mysterio) (18+😈)

(This turned into something longer than I expected but I just kept writing lmao! Dom can’t seem to put his 👅 away and it got me thinking. Oops!)

“Harder.” I said louder. I smirked as Rhea’s eyes lit up with devilish glee, tightening the hold that her index finger and thumb had on my sensitive nipples.

Right at this very moment, I was glad we had decided to taken that month-long break. Though my interactions with Rhea, Damian, Finn, and Dominik were fleeting due to our schedules not aligning as much and me not living with them for that time period, I felt like we were stronger than ever. Especially after Dom and I mended our fractured relationship as well. I wouldn’t say everything was perfect, but being away from one another really put things into perspective.

And it definitely helped our bodies and souls miss one another. It was as if time had passed yet it hadn’t at all. My body reacted to Rhea’s touch as it always did and yet everything felt that much more intense. I couldn’t explain it and right now I didn’t care to try.

“Harder, huh?” Rhea mocked as she watched my features scrunch up in pain and my back arched as the pleasure soon followed.

Right now my body was hers entirely. Hers to touch, taste, and play with as she pleased. Her touch on my body was like a musician plucking the strings on her guitar… testing which cord made what sounds. And she made sure to make note of my every move and every scrunch of my features just to pluck those strings that sent my body into overdrive again.

I arched into Rhea’s touch as she released my nipples and her greedy fingers snaked over my torso, pinching and soothing my warm skin until she reached the creases between my thighs and my pussy. She laid soft kisses where she could reach, on my thighs, my lower stomach, teasing the skin until I giggled softly.

“Stop,” I laughed at the ticklish sensations, gasping when her fingers moved between my legs where I was drenched and waiting for them.

Then, there were two knocks on the bedroom door and Rhea and I stopped and stared at another.

“It’s Dom.” Was all she said. Her brows raised and I immediately understood that she wanted my permission to let him in. I hesitated for all of two seconds before I nodded.

“Yeah.” I said, licking my lips nervously. My skin grew hotter with simmering anticipation as the door slowly slid open at Rhea’s approval and Dom’s hesitantly playful presence filled the room. His eyes shined as bright as the smirk on his face when he was met with the sight of Rhea’s naked and toned body nestled between my plump thighs.

Like I said, everything between us all seemed to settle especially after Dom and I bared our souls to one another like we should’ve done ages ago. But things weren’t perfect. There was still a slight hesitation between the two of us underneath the building sexual tension that seemed to pulsate every time we were in a room together. As if we were afraid of ruining the carefully put together stitches in our relationship.

But at this point, I was over being hesitant. I knew I had Dom’s heart and he had mine. We all knew where we stood with one another but it was time that I made it more than clear with Dom.

Clearly, Rhea thought the same.

“Come here and lay next to her, Dom-Dom.” Rhea said, her eyes gentle despite the way she smirked before she slowly balanced on her knees on the bed, removing herself from between my thighs.

The way she commanded the room- especially the way she commanded Dom- was nothing short of marveling. The unbridled trust they had in one another was so… beautiful. It went past what fans saw on tv and it was amazing to witness personally.

“I was gonna eat you out until you cried… and I will. But I think… I think Dom Dom should go first.” Rhea said.

My eyes quickly shot to Dom and my pussy throbbed at the heated desire I saw in his eyes. The way he licked his lips as if silently confirming his agreement with Rhea had me mimicking his movements.

I slowly pivoted my torso, turning onto my side as Dom laid flat on the bed. I grew slightly drunk at how easily he lifted his head as my hand slowly slid beneath it. I let my instincts guide my movements and smiled at the pleased look on Dom’s face, his eyes hazy as I gripped his hair. My grip on his hair was firm but not rough, just enough to get his full attention.

And holy shit did I have it. I wasn’t quite prepared for the complete devotion that swam in Dom’s eyes. It hit me square in the gut and I almost lost my breath at the sight.

“Do you think you should go first?” I murmured playfully, leaning until our lips were a breath’s width apart.

Dom nodded, clearing his throat until he found his voice long enough to answer me.

“Y-yeah. Yeah I definitely think I should.” He murmured back, eager. So eager. And my pussy gave another heated throb.

“Sit on his face.” Rhea said, swiftly cutting the trance Dom and I were in. Despite how firm and calm she sounded, as Dom and my eyes met Rhea’s we both noticed her heavy eyelids and the way her chest heaved up and down, clearly affected by what was going on in front of her.

After one more nod by Dom, I didn’t waste any time in getting situated. Except… I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want this to happen but I had a bit of a concern. This wasn’t a position I was used to being in and being a bit of a curvier girl, my cheeks grew hot as old insecurities I thought were long gone suddenly plagued my head.

That was quickly cut short when Rhea’s voice broke through those thoughts once again.

“Vivíanna. Sit. On. His. Face…. He’s yours now. He doesn’t need to breathe. Do you you, Dom Dom?” Rhea asked mockingly, smiling down at Dom from her spot next to me.

The brat answered with a shake of his head and a shit-eating grin on his face that I quickly covered with my pussy, sitting on his face firmly now.

I let out a shuttering breath as Dom’s mouth worked on my pussy almost immediately. His tongue lapped on my folds and on my clit and our fingers laced together against my thighs as I searched frantically for something to hold onto.

“Fuck, that feels so good… oh my god.” I exclaimed, my eyes going wide at the eagerness in the strokes of Dom’s tongue against my sensitive pussy. I already felt my release chasing me but I didn’t want this to end so soon.

“Mhm… he’s good at that. Isn’t he, princess?” Rhea whispered in my ear, not moving from her spot on her knees next to me. Her hands trailed over my body, adding to the already intense sensations I was feeling and I let out a shutter with every stroke of her fingers and Dom’s tongue.

“Yeah… so. good.” I managed to say in between gasping breaths and breathy whimpers. “Oh god, so good. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t-” I let out an overwhelmed squeal as Dom’s sucked on my clit harder and Rhea’s twisted one of my nipples at the same time. I didn’t know what to react to more and I knew the sounds I was making the closer my orgasm got were anything but human. But I didn’t care.

I didn’t care how I looked, how I sounded. All I cared about were my partners and the delicious torture they were dishing on my body.

“Oh he’s not gonna stop. He’s not gonna stop until you- or I-” Rhea added pointedly, reminding me that ultimately, when it came to me and Dom’s pleasure, she was in charge. She had the final say. Where I owned Dom, she owned us both.

“Until you or I tell him to stop.” She finished before her lips found my neck and her fangs sprang out and they nipped at my skin playfully.

“Right Dom Dom?” Rhea asked, smiling as I gasped when Dom- the little shit- nodded his head while his mouth continued its sweet, sweet torture. My shocked eyes looked down into his smiling ones.

His nodding brought on all-new sensations that had me reeling towards my orgasm, my thighs shaking from the force of it…

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nelissecrectplace · 1 year

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ch3

Neteyam x reader

word count: 4k

tw: bodyshaming

language: ‘evi- child (affectionate)

summary: Adjusting to your life in the forest. The teasing cannot be escaped completely but slowly you are gaining more freedom and knowledge of your new home. At 13 your relationship with a certain na’vi began to spiral into something new.

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The years you have been living in the forest have been a gift from Eywa. Shortly after coming here you began training to become tsahík of the clan. Of course at your young age you did not know this and simply thought you were training to become a healer. Your lessons often times were private because of the years you had missed you had a lot of catching up to do. It had been two years before you were even aloud off of the mountain, your father prohibiting you from leaving the area afraid you would get hurt because of the mobility you lack because of your lower body. The story’s from the sully kids kept you entertained enough.

“Y/n you will not believe what happened today!” Busting through your tent door a 12 year old Lo’ak came stumbling to you as you organized the new herbs you were learning. Looking over to the na’vi you urged him to continue as you finished up your task.

“Spider started painting himself blue!”

Rolling out of his squat position the boy fell onto his back as he started to laugh his ass off. You giggled at his grand display as you tried to picture the image in your head. They had described the sky people to you but they lived in a camp on the ground so you had never seen one. It was hard to imagine such a strange creature.

Lo’ak and tuk were usually the ones telling you crazy stories every afternoon, they seemed to always find you not matter where you were. Kiri always brought gifts and she would teach you the omatikaya way of weaving in the free time you shared while you would share your metkayina weaving skills with her putting the seashells you brung to use. Although you moved away your father still taught you certain things like weaving, and hairstyles of your old clan. He would not admit that he simply had no idea how to do omaticaya woman hairstyles. It did not bother you because where he lacked the woman who fancied him would always lend a helping hand to you if you asked them to do your hair. Having a high rank warrior as a father came with perks.

You spent most of your free time with kiri basking in nature and exploring the mountains. You began to grow as time passed and a new skirt was weaved for you but this time it was if omaticaya fabric. After two years of being best friends with kiri you finally took off your skirt showing her your lower half. Of course she was consumed with joy as she examined your foreign features and complimented them non stop. She finally understood why you were so much faster than her in the lakes you would swim in. You did not share your secret with anyone else kiri was the only na’vi besides your father who knew about your strange shape. This strengthened your bond and put a seal on your friendship.

Neteyam was usually busy but he always made time for you. Eventually you gave in to his pleading and taught him sign language in return he helped you conquer your fear of heights and now you traveled through the mountains with ease.

“Woah, water girl is getting fast on the vines.” His voice whisked away swiftly as he took long strides to past you.

“You wont be laughing when I pass you in a couple years!” Yelling ahead you took carful but fast strides as you attempted to catch up to the boy. It was not easy as he was a head and a couple inches taller than you. Damn the boy for hitting his grow-pert before you. Rushing off the vines your broke into a sprint as your feet touched the soft grass, the forest na’vi in front of you turned around as he braced your body as it collided with him.

“Woah slow down there tiger.” Neteyam flashed you a smile as you looked up at him from his chest.

“One day your gonna break my nose doing that” Huffing you push yourself off the boys chest as you make your way to your spot. You hoped he would not see the way your ears turned purple as you walked away. You heard fast steps as the boy jogged to catch up to you.

“What are you teaching me today?”

“We’ll see what you remember.” You teased as you sat down on a big moss covered rock. Neteyam sat in front of you as you guys began to converse in sign language. Although both of you had never said anything it was an unspoken rule that this was your spot. It was far in the first mountain he had even taken you too, this is where the big mossy rock sat. There was always beautiful rays of sunlight shinning perfectly through the trees and the the plants surrounded it so when eclipse hit it would light up your surrounding in the most beautiful ways. Your favorite part though was the tiny pond that was to the left of the rock. It was not big enough to swim in but perfect to cool off on a hot day in the forest.

The third year you were here nothing changed much your relationships stayed strong. You had figured out that the other kids would talk about you but they never said it to your face because you always hung out with the sullys. They did not want to risk getting on the bad side of their future leaders. Whenever you father would go out on hunting trips you practically lived with the sullys, and once neteyam tamed his Ikran your father finally let you go down to the ground. The boy was happy to fly with you, and you were excited to finally meet this Spider boy they talked about.

The first time you saw the blond human your mouth hanged slack as you looked at the tiny thing. You were even more shocked to find out he was older than you! The lab did a number on how your views as you were introduced to many of the humans the sullys talked about every day, you felt as if you were on another planet.

“Woah kiri this is your mom?” Looking at the girl in amazement you looked into the weird bubble that held a floating na’vi that they called an ‘avatars’.

“Yep! They do not know how I was made but here I am.” The girl almost seemed sorrowful as she made this statement.

“I believe that Eywa herself gave your mother a gift as a parting.”

Kiri swatted shyly at your comment. “You are too much y/n”

You only beamed at the girl. Kiri had changed in these few years you guessed she had matured. You knew she felt different, and you felt the same, so you always got along. Though her outgoing personality had dulled she was still the Kiri you knew.

“So who do you think knocked her up, i’m pretty sure it was norm.” ruining the sweet moment lo’ak comments turned both of your heads.

“Bro, he’s like in every shot!” Laughing spider pointed to the device you learned was a computer. The boys continued to tease as kiri denied their rude comments.

“I would kill my self, I would drink acid!” Kiri said as she looked as the boys with an unamused looked.

sighing you pulled her away from the boys. “Let them be let’s go explore more of the lab!”

Nodding she sent one last stank eye to the boys as you both sauntered off.

“I think spider likes you” informing kiri in a singsong tone you tell her your observation.

“As if, your too young to know.” Pushing you playfully you both giggle as you explore more parts of the lab.

Neteyam did not have interest in the lab and everyday you would go down he would simply drop you off and pick you up. Like your father Neteyam was strict on his rules and would never let you wander into the forest. He would only bend them a little and occasionally let you walk a mile in. Of course when he was not there the 2 siblings and spider would take you deep but not too deep as you had not had training or knowledge of traveling through the trees.

Your father was not please with your interest in the sky people but did not limit you, hoping you would satisfy your curiosity and forget about them. You were glad he let you have that much freedom, but he still would not allow you to train to become a warrior so you could have your own ikran. Kiri and Lo’ak had tamed their own and ever since then you have wanted to take part in the training as well. You were a skilled healer but you felt left out of the fun stuff, you were only aloud deep in the forest with the other healers when you were gathering herbs and most of the time you could not go because you lacked an Ikran to take you to the locations. It was insufferable but your fathers ruled were rock solid.

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On the date that marked your 13th year the clan held a celebration, of course it was not for you ,na’vi did not celebrate birthdays, but it was the day Neteyam passed his Iknimaya. He was the first na’vi in the clan to pass his trials so early and this celebration made his time away from your worth it.

“‘Evi are you ready. The celebration starts soon.” entering your pod your father rushed you to prepare yourself.

“Can you help me with this braid?” Hands tied in your hair you motions to the other side. Your father was quick to get to work helping you finish the braid on the top of your head. They were a couple medium sized braids helping keep your hair out of your face as you let the curls in the back flow down to your waist.

“I am glad you have your natural hair out” Admiring you your father fluffs your curl and you couldn’t help but giggle. You shuffle to your corner of the room as you shut the makeshift curtain that covered your corner of your home. You admired the matching set of black loincloths you wore as you wiggled your, now brown, skirt over your frame hiding your thick tail. You adored the top with the feathers your father had assigned you tonight as the black contrasted nicely with the beautiful colors of brown and white. You put them on over your shoulders as the black cloth covered half of you and the feathers necklace covered the other top of your half.

“How do I look?” Twirling for your father you gave him the full 360 of your outfit.

“You are beautiful ‘evi, now let’s go, tonight is an important night for you too.” Taking your hand father rushed guided you out of the pod. Confused You analyzed your fathers words, how is this night important for me? It’s literally all about Neteyam.

Soon you reached the sight of the festivities and you couldn’t help but feel excitement as you saw all the na’vi dancing. You were quick to find Neteyam as your father sat next to Jake.

“Congratulations Neteyam!” You practically screamed as you walked over to the boy. He seemed fluster by your presence as he looked up at you with suprised eyes. You only laughed as you handed him a bracelet with a seashell weaved into it.

“I wanted to give you this as a gift, to honor your achievements.” Fluster the na’vi took your bracelet, he felt his face heat up and prayed to eywa it was too dark to see. Of course your peering eyes did not see as you studied the white paint smeared all over his body.

“oh my eywa you guys have matching feathers!” Tuk yelled as she approached. Looking down at the boy next to you dread settled in your stomach. You felt guilty as you looked down and started fidgeting.

“I am sorry, I did not know, I was not trying too-”

“Wow, that’s really rude trying to take attention away from him on his big day.” Suddenly an all too familiar voice cut you off. Your eyes immediately met her cold yellow ones. It was Kyna, a female warrior in training about a year older than you. She had never spoken to you until now but you knew she talked shit about you before, and her hateful eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd.

“That was not my intension I truly didn’t know!” cowering from her judgmental gaze you turned your eyes to the ground.

“Kyna, it is fine. It’s y/n’s 13th year anyway she deserves some of the spot light.”

Suddenly the hard spoken girls tone changed as she ignored your existence and began conversing with neteyam.

“Really nete? Well it’s not like much could take the spot light away from you” Giggling she sat down next to the boy as her tail traced up his arm. He only offered an awkward smile in response. The girl continue to talk but you could care less all you felt was this feeling in your gut that made you want to hiss at her in a rage. You did not understand why her touching neteyam made you feel this way.

“I’m going to dance.” Announcing your plan you began to get up but not before Kyna got her nasty comment in.

“maybe it’ll get you into shape with huge legs like that!”

Stomach twisting you made your way to the dance floor trying to keep composed. Of course it did not last long, you could not even dance for one song before you were forced to walk out of the main room. Tuk followed your movement with your eyes, she was not sure why you were sad but she knew it had something to do with the na’vi over there. So, she did what the only reasonable thing in her mind to do was. Skipping over she threw herself into Kynas lap and bit down into her leg.

“Neteyam!! Get your sister off me!! ow!” The girl screamed in pain as tuk’s jaws sunk into the meat of her thigh. The older na’vi only laughed as he quickly picked tuk up and usher her to their mother.

“Ah, you should get that checked out! I must go, I’m sure someone else can help you.” Flashing a kind smile the boy ran off. Not wanting to be around that girl for another second, his only objective was to check on you.

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Thoughts stormed through your mind as you made your way to the only safe place you could think of. Your legs took you across the thick vine as you rushed into the forest of the mountain. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about the girls comment. It brought up memories of the reef kids, of your childhood. You knew the girls talked but having it said straight to your face hurt, what hurt even more was Neteyam did not disagree with the girl. Oh how stupid you were, you knew you had a crush on the boy but to think he was going to think any different than the other na’vis was crazy. Although they could not see your tail you were still a freak with your teal skin, green eyes, and legs that were slightly bigger.

As your mind cleared ended up by the mossy rock dipping your legs into the small pond. The area around you seemed to glow as you swayed your legs in the water that was full of glowing pearls. You let your thoughts run wild as tears dropped down your face, and eventually you could not think anything more. It was like time had stopped and you felt as if you were numb. You allowed your body to slip into the shallow part of the pond, it reached just above your waist soaking the tips of your hair.

“Hey.” The sudden voice knocked you out of your daze. Looking up slowly your eyes met yellow ones that looked almost concerned as they looked at you. You could tell the boy had been running as his chest heaved up as down as he gradually made his way towards you. No words left your mouth to respond as the boy sat next to you.

“Are you ok?” A hand reached out and took one of your curls twirling it around their fingers. You quickly snatched it back as you stood up out of the water. Your skirt clung to your body as you made your way to the Mossy rock, plopping down in front of it so you could use it as a back rest, you brought your knees up to your chest so the boy could not look at your legs. The skirt was long enough to cover you so he couldn’t see in as it stuck to your calf’s and pooled around your feet.

“y/n, please talk to me.” Pleading the boy followed you to the rock as he took his place next to you.

“I am fine.” The burn of his yellow eyes never left you even as you turned your head away from him. Warm hands gently grasped your chin as the boy turned your head.

“Do not lie to me.” Hot tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as he gazed at you with such a soft and caring look. Who does he think he is? Agreeing with her than chasing after you Eywa he was stupid!

“You did not defend me, you agreed with her, so stop playing with me if you think i’m that disgusting to look at! You do not care.” Tears escaped your eyes as you looked into his yellow ones. His face seems to soften as he brung your body into his. You tried to push away but the boy outrivaled you in strength as he held you close.

“I did not agree, but I also did not say anything. I did not know her comment would make feel like this, please do not cry.” You stopped trying to pull away as the boy talked into your ear. He took this as a moment to pull the rest of you onto him so that you were sitting between his legs.

“I do not care what she thinks, in my opinion your body is perfect. More beautiful than all of the clan girls.” Lifting your chin up so he could see your face he smiled down as your eyes looked up to him. His thumb whipped the edge of your eyes clearing them of their tears. “It’s a waste of such beautiful eyes for them to be filled with tears, especially when i’m missing my own party to see them.”

You felt your face grow hot as you processed all his words. You felt stupid for overthinking as he complimented your appearance twisting your curls with his left hand. You could feel his body pressed up against your back as he hugged you close with his right arm.

“I am sorry for making you miss your party.” You spoke softly scared he would change his mind and get angry with you.

“I much rather be with you.” Resting his head on your head he closed his eyes as he relaxed with you in his arms. He was trying to keep himself composed but knew that if it was day the purple hue of his ears would be obvious. He did not want this moment to end as he hugged placed both hands around your waist bringing you in as if you would disappear if he let go.

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The sound of animals around u was the first think you heard as you regained consciousness. Slowly your senses awakened as you peeled your eyes open. Sitting up you felt something fall onto your lower body, looking down there was a dark blue hand draped over your leg’s. The memories of last night came flooding into you brain as you felt your body heat up at the memories. You fell asleep in each-others arms last night! Covering your face you suppressed a scream as you recalled the events. You were a teenage girl after all of course you were going to freak out about cuddling with your crush.

“mmm, eclipse has passed already.” A raspy voice graced your ears as the boy next to you stirred sitting up as well. Your sea green eyes scanned him as he sat up, you could not tear your eyes away from the way his torsos extended as he stretched.

“We should head back, our parents are going to be pissed.” Bringing himself to his feet the boy offered you a hand. Slowly you placed your hand into his as his larger one engulfed yours. The urge to talk about last night consumed your mind but as you looked into his piercing eyes you could not seem to get the words you wanted out. Had it meant nothing to him? He did not seemed fazed in the slightest at the display of affection he gave last night. Not having the courage to pry you let him pull you up as you trailed behind him, making your way to Highcamp. No words were spoken as the whole way. Sadness consumed you as your brain has come up with the conclusion that he regretted it, he simply was trying to cheer you up. You only felt shame and embarrassment on the long walk to high camp, he had successfully led you on.

On the other hand Neteyam was barley keeping his composure. He was shocked at his bold display, hell be even fell asleep with you pressed against him. He thought he could keep his cool but was wrong, the moment your sea green eyes met his he felt his stomach do flips. The boy swore that anymore contact with you would make him combust. He did not even notice the tension too busy freaking out about last night. He knew he was suppose to be promised to someone but he couldn’t help but fall in love with your shy but playful persona.

The sound of a horn signaled your arrival and while neteyam felt sad knowing he would soon be torn away from you, but you felt relief wanting nothing more than to leave the boy you thought was toying with you. Your relief was quickly replaced with anxiety as an angry Jake and Antu came stomping towards the two of you.

“Boy are you crazy?! Ditching the most important part of the celebration than going MIA for the night?”

Jake grabbed Neteyams arms as his enraged eyes switched to you. “Your coming too.” Dread settled in your stomach as you followed the chief. You looked to your father who was behind you but only got a disappointed head shake in return.

The two of you were soon sat in the chiefs pod as he lectured the two of you, Neteyam got most of it and you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you watched the boys ears droop. Fighting the lump in your throat you finally forced a sentence out.

“It was my fault, He came to find me after I ran off” Once your words were spoken a deathly silence filled the room. Glancing to the side you saw Neteyam yellow eyes widen. Jake only sighed as he looked for Antu for help not wanting to scold a child that was not his. Your father peered at you with disappointed eyes as he processed your words.

“Now why on Eywas green planet would you run off after I told you how important that night was.” You could not look your father in the eyes as you peered down at your legs. You felt the lump in your throat break as you let tears fall from your eyes. All the feelings you felt from the night before came crashing back like a wave, all because of the memory of Kynas one comment.

Antus eyes softened as he heard your crys but before he could reach you another pair of arms was already around your figure. Neteyams yellow eyes burned with slight rage as he looked at the men that had brought you to tears.

“Kyna was targeting her last night, I guess it brought some stuff from here time on the reef.”

At the boys words both men shared a soft look almost as if agreeing to let this slide. The men waited for you to gain your composure as Neteyam ran his hand down your back calming your sniffles.

“We will find another way to announce the news to the clan than.” Sighing jake rubbed his face with his hand as he processed his thoughts.

“what news?” Softly the words left your tired vocal cords as you peered at the men who seemed to be brainstorming.

“You and neteyam are to be mated.” Father stated it as if this was common knowledge and you couldn’t help but open your mouth slightly in shock. The Na’vi next you shared a similar look as his eyes search your green ones.

“But we do not see eachother.” You stated what you thought was a fact trying to save the boy from being trapped in a relationship with a freak like you. Neteyam on the other hand was hurt by your statement as he scanned your tiny body trying to figure out where he miss read your signs.

“You will one day ‘Evi, now you kids go to your lessons, you’ve caused enough trouble today.” Suddenly turning stern your father ordered the two of you out. Quickly you scrambled to your feet and obeyed as Neteyam dragged himself behind you.

“Are you ok? Your father was awfully hard on you.” You shot the boy a concerned look as you turned to face him.

“Why do you care? You do not see me.” Poison dripped from the boys words as he pushed himself past you. You felt hurt by the exchange as you watched the boy stomp off. He really was upset about last night….

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Solacing - Sirius Black

Solacing

Summary: After a particularly rough night with Walburga, Sirius needs something to comfort himself that he can only find in you, and you’re always there to help.

(Warnings: mentions of abuse from Walburga, very brief mention of sex, angst, a little intimacy, let me know if i missed anything)

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You sat in silence as you faced Sirius, who was leaned against the headboard of his bed, head hung low as tears streamed down his face. He didn’t need a lecture from you, or some big speech about how you were gonna help him out of his house. He just needed you there, with him, keeping him grounded.

You knew he felt embarrassed, letting you see him like this, but you also knew his need for you vastly outweighed any pride he could muster up. He was definitely afraid to sleep on his own, however, at least for that night, and he had yet to muster up the courage to ask you to stay. But of course you would, he didn’t even need to ask.

You just held his hand, softly stroking the back of it with your thumb. Soft touches was something he wasn’t used to as of late, and he had returned to Hogwarts from break, wincing everytime someone clapped him in the chest too hard. He tried to cover it up with a laugh, but you saw the pain in his eyes.

He eventually came to you that evening, and here you were, hours later, sitting with him to calm him down. You were light with your every touch, making sure he knew nothing you would do would hurt him.

You tried not to meet his gaze too often, wanting him to be comfortable. He eventually couldn’t ignore the way you were eyeing him, pondering in thought.

He let out what almost sounded like a whimper, and you immediately regretted considering it in the first place. “What is it?”

“No, it’s nothing love, it’s fine, just lay back and rest,” you quickly responded.

He stubbornly shook his head. “Please tell me.”

You hesitated, before sitting back on your heels, leaning over to half straddle his lap. Even though he was laying down, you still didn’t put any weight on him, just wanting to be closer.

“Can I take off your shirt?”

He scoffed, wiping a hand down his face. “Really not in the mood, love.”

His voice cracked halfway through, and fresh tears spilled over. You quickly shushed him, shaking your head.

“No, love, that’s not what I meant, I promise. Do you trust me?”

He was still for a moment, but nodded. You moved to grab the hem of his shirt, when you could see him stiffen, his breath shaking. You immediately let go, leaning back over him.

He desperately clutched at your shirt, crying into your shoulder. His voice was muffled.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

You quickly shook your head, carefully pulling his head from the crook of your neck. You smiled fondly at him as you tucked his hair behind his ears, gently caressing his face. You carefully wiped away tears, gently cradling his face in your palms. You didn’t speak until his eyes met yours.

“Don’t apologize, Sirius, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with. I didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

You lightly ran your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed. “You didn’t scare me, I…I just didn’t want you to see the bruises.”

Your heart fell at his words, but you didn’t immediately react, hearing him out. “Why not, baby? You can show me anything, you can talk to me about anything, nothing is off limits. Whatever you’re comfortable with, it’s up to you. But please don’t be embarrassed about any bruises or whatever is making you panic, it’s not worth the panic.”

You knew his mind immediately went to his mother, her easily being the number one person that could reduce him to shambles. “She’s not worth your tears, Siri. And neither are any bruises, there is absolutely no shame in them.”

He chuckled, sadly. “They’re so ugly. They make me look horrible.” You smiled at his slight shift in mood. “Oh, love, there’s nothing you could possibly do to yourself that would make you ugly, not even if you tried. It’s an impossible feat, trust me.”

He blushed, fiddling with your fingers in his grip.

You hummed at him to get his attention. “Are you gonna let me take that off now? You absolutely don’t have to, but if you’re comfortable enough, then just trust me, please.”

His face twisted with worry, but he nodded. You gently reached for the hem, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head, discarding it next to the bed.

His torso was littered with bruises and scars, most you knew for a fact weren’t there when he left for break. Most could easily be healed with a few good healing spells, enough to the point where, in a few days, you would never really know they were there.

Still, you were seething as you thought of his own mother, the one who was supposed to unconditionally love him, wondering how she could do this to her child. You could see Sirius growing anxious under you, and you leaned back over him to give him a quick kiss, ignoring the salty taste from the fresh tears that had fallen, his eyelashes damp as he carefully watched you.

“Trust me, love. Lay back for me. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I would never hurt you.”

He relaxed into the mattress, fully trusting you, and you pressed one last kiss to his lips, before shifting down his body. You gently placed your hands on his hips, steadying yourself.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then down a path across his chest. You placed kisses from his sternum, all the way down to his navel. You placed kisses across his stomach, and on either side of his hips. You made your way back up, leaving a few scattered across his ribs.

Somewhere in the middle of it, Sirius had grabbed your hand to hold, squeezing it tight. He made no noise of protest, and you continued. You pressed a kiss to his neck, leaving one on his forehead, both cheeks, his nose, and finally, another long kiss to his lips.

You pulled away, scanning his face to check how he was, and he was looking back at you with nothing but full adoration. His lips were pursed, tears threatening to spill over again. You could hear the emotion caught in his throat, and he reached out hands for you, pulling you down to drape across his chest.

You were careful where you laid, trying not to move as he wrapped his arms around you. You kissed his shoulder one last time as he laid his head on top of yours.

After a minute or two, when he could finally speak to you again without crying, he took a deep breath and spoke, albeit, shakily.

“Thank you. You have no idea what you mean to me, Y/N.”

You smiled into his chest, letting him cling to you. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he quickly responded, securing his grip on you. You didn’t mind, enjoying being so close to him.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Impossible, sweet boy. I love you more than anything. Now get some rest, please, I don’t want you exhausted tomorrow.”

You could feel him nod, and you settled into his chest, closing your eyes. He sighed contently, and you could hear his breathing quiet, going still and steady as he fell asleep, feeling completely and totally safe, loved, and secure with you next to him.

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A/N - Hi! I’ve never written anything like this, and this was kind of a blurb that I had in mind, I hope it’s ok. I wrote it really quick so I don’t love the results, but I had to write it out before I forgot about the idea. Maybe I’ll revisit this idea with a better story sometime.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #wattpad #harry potter imagines #harry potter #marauders imagine #the maruaders

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now you listen to me | eddie munson x reader

AN: hello! this is just a little drabble i thought of, includes a lord of the rings reference! i might go over this again, make it longer later on. But this is it for now, i hope its okay!

The sun was setting, casting a comforting glow out into the world. The air was heavy with bated breathe and childlike laughter, the calm before the storm as the gang tried to savour their last few hours before everything began. Before the fight started. Dustin and Steve were giggling, bickering like siblings as Steve tried to deny his jealousy of Dustin’s latest ‘older male friend.’ Nancy and Robin were sat against the stolen mobile home, reassuring one another worries and trying to cling onto the small hope that any of their plan would actually work and not fall to pieces. Erica and Lucas were talking lowly, gentle smiles on their faces as their own usual squabbling ceased.

Eddie sat a distance away from the gang. His stare hardened, almost sad as he tried to focus on the sky. His own plan dancing through his mind, the feeling of the suns warmth soon to be a distant memory. But a hand brought him away from the dark recesses of his mind; her perfume a dead give away as to who had broken his isolation. Eddie leaned into her soft touch, trying to memorise the feeling. “What you thinking about, Ozzy?” The bright smile and teasing tone forced a smile on his face, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance as Y/N plonked herself down beside him.

Resting her own head of curls against him, sighing as she nervously scratched at her upper arms. Eddie pulled her in closer, their rings clinking together as he folded his hands over hers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He shrugged, a darkness clouding back over that even Y/N’s soft presence couldn't keep completely at bay. “Just what’s about to go down…if all my little sheepies are gonna make it out…if i…if you..” Y/N always had a talent for pulling information out of the closed off metalhead. Ever since the first day they met he had found it impossible to lie to her. It frankly felt sacrilegious. He felt her tense up against him, their hair rustling as she tilted her head up to look at him. A cold shiver weaving around her as she was met with a dark stare, it scared her that Eddie the Brave was worried.

“Hey..” Suddenly she was sitting up, her hands holding his face gently as she attempted to soothe away his worry lines. Her heart felt like breaking as tears slowly began to fall down his face, the exhaustion that had gripped Eddie since this all started now unmistakeable. In all the years they had known one another, Y/N had never seen Eddie be afraid. Even when his uncle had to shave off his hair after some basketball goon stuck bubblegum in it. She tilted her head, wiping away the tears with the end of her jumper, it was her turn to be brave now.

“I mean..what if..what…i don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself if you get hurt down there…it’s my fault you are even involved in this mess in the first place.” Eddie’s chest was heaving, his breathe becoming tangled as he heaved for air. Y/N shushed him, holding him close and pressing a kiss behind his ear (for safe keeping.) She held him until he had calmed down, rubbing his back reassuringly as he finally sobbed into her shoulder. After a few minutes Y/N peeled herself away, keeping her hands tight on Eddie as she brushed his now damp curls out of his face. She set him with a stare that reminded him of the way mothers would look at their kids, she used it on Dustin every now and then when he panicked, it felt so strange to now be the one under her trance. But he couldn't ignore the tears building behind her own eyes, the quivering of her lip as she began to speak. “Now you listen to me Munson, I would go with you to the fucking end, into the very fires of Mordor.”

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #angst #lord of the rings reference babey

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Your magnetic filed - Nina's pow

Summary: When Nina saw the mysterious zabrak again, collapsing in her favorite place. She decides to help him, and she has some questions. Also Nina doesn’t know his name nor that he is a sith lord but something drawn her to him.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI!

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language. The title if a line from the song from Lights - Magnetic field.

Please enjoy reading!

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Divider from the lovely Saradika!

When Nina saw him, she knew things were gonna change. She felt it in every molecule in her body; she even felt the shift in the air. It was heavy like a dark velvet blanket, not light and airy.

Although she couldn't see him well under the black clothes, she still felt that it was Him.

First she just stared at him frozen in place. Her mind screamed to run away, but her body disobeyed the instinct, it was too inviting to resist. The comfort of darkness surrounded her, softly and full of feelings fleeting around her like a melody. Anger, betrayal, pain. These were familiar to her. Why would she be afraid then?

What happened next was not what she expected. The tall frame in the black cloak trembled and before she could’ve thought it through Nina acted only instinct, rushing over to offer support. Her brain almost screamed as it tried to activate survival instincts to prevent her from approaching the figure, but Nina ignored the voice. It really was Him. Nina didn't even have a moment to realize what was happening, the zabrak's hand reached out and grabbed her hair. He dragged her down with him. Made her to fall.

That hurt.

Nina tried to free herself from the heavy body, but it was difficult. She thought correctly earlier, the zabrak was indeed very muscular and kriffing heavy for her. Freeing her hair from his gloved hand, she sighed, breaking the silence that surrounded her except for the sounds of nature. She didn't really know what exactly was going on, so she acted by jumping to conclusions.

She referred to the knowledge she learned in first aid at school and from her grandmother, who was a nurse. The zabrak's body was blazing hot, it looked like he was shocked with a hundred maximum volume taser, so Nina carefully tried to peel off the unnecessary layers of clothing, earning a horrified grunt from him. Not all of it, because the weather had cooled considerably, she even shivered a little. Even the sky started to begin to turn from the warm golden hours to a vibrant pink sunset. The faint outlines of the three moons could already be seen behind the waterfall. The clothes were from a material that felt durable, and thick yet silky soft to her touch. It must be from some far exotic place, she never saw a material like this. It was mysterious and exotic just like its owner.

She noticed something shiny in the grass. It was some sort of durasteel metal, it seemed to have an exact type of heaviness, like when you hold something lightly but after a while it seems to have an actual weight. It had shiny red rubies in it. Lethal and exquisite looking at the same. Nina knew what it was. A weapon with ancient roots, representing privileges, power and freedom. Nina never saw a lightsaber this close before. She observed it by crouching down and slightly tilting her head. If she had reached out her hand, she could have stroked its cold elegant handle. But she decided not to. It felt wrong to touch it, it seemed private and way too dangerous for her to pick it up, so she left it there. She looked around but couldn’t really find the ship he came from, but she knew that he was using some sort of cloaking device. Interesting! So he is hiding from someone, or does not want to be noticed!

She paced a little, how can she help him? For a second she thought about leaving him there, but she had a thirst for answers from him and knew that if she wanted rejoinder, she would have to stay and help. Although she didn't particularly like the ungrateful grunt coming from him. Even if the sound sent a pleasant shiver through her spine. And she couldn’t just leave an injured person behind. So she decided to go and get some food and medicine from her home.

When she got back, it was dark, the moons shined brightly and a few charcoal colored clouds hid the stars. She didn't see the man anywhere, but she felt that she was being watched. It was the same strange feeling as last week at the club. She wasn't afraid, but she thought it better to be careful. She started humming quietly a melody that she used to learn how to play on piano many moons ago. Her fingers were never nimble enough to play properly, but the melody itself always calmed her soul down.

The purpose of humming was to indicate that she did not intend to harm or threaten. But maybe it didn't work properly because the next moment she felt a strong jolt, dust flew up, she felt dizzy and strong hands pinned her to the side of the wall.

It happened fast and quickly and it was not pleasant to be pressed against the dirty cold damp walls. Nina tried to push her attacker away, straining at him with all her might, but he didn't even move.

Her gaze was pinned on the men before her, when he lifted her chin. They eyes locked to each other, It was dangerous to look in his irises but at same time she couldn’t make herself look else where.Those crimson and gold eyes reflected in the darkness of the night and even brighter the cold light of the crescent moons that shone upon them. Nina had already looked at his face before, while he lay passed out, the patterns that seemed to follow the position of the facial muscles and nerves served as a deterrent.

But she was not frightened, on the contrary, Nina was reminded of a complex pattern of the Rorschach inkblot test, which is used by psychologists. They all looked like butterflies.

The black patterns fascinated her and made her curious at the same time. How did they make it? Maybe he was born with them? They didn't look like traditional zabrak nor cut tattooed ones. She longed to run her fingers along the lines, seeing them fully for the first time. It seemed strange to stare at too long while he passed out. But now she did have a chance. She followed the black lines with her green eyes. From his horns, and eyes, through the diamond shapes on his nose down to his mouth. They were unique.They suited him well.

It was embarrassing to admit in such a situation, but the man was attractive to look at. She was drawn to him, like he had some sort of magnetic field that locked her attention on him. It was not the force it was more elemental than forced by him.

When Nina noticed that the male was looking at her lips, she decided to break the silence, gathering all her courage. She wasn't afraid, but she could feel her heartbeat racing from the adrenaline, even if it was just a beat to what could be considered an average, normal heartbeat. But she already felt the apples of her cheek turn into rosy shade. She didn't want him to feel that. She didn't trust him, even if her instinct told her deep down that she could if she wanted to. He was a man and Nina never trusted in a man.

When she comforted him, that she meant no harm, he seemed amused, even smug. She wanted to punch him for that. In the face. Hard. With something heavy.

When she first heard his voice It sounded like a dark whisper. She couldn’t quite figure it out. Something dark, deep and sent shivers down on her to her core. She felt proud that she stopped the urge to close her eyes and listen to his voice, enjoying it.

He clearly affected her, but she still couldn't decide how. His sound was featuring an airy, almost frighteningly calm intonation with a cultured Coruscanti accent mixed with Naboolian dialectic, it was quite distinctive.

Charismatic, engaging and kriffing attractive. Magnetic.

As he leaned closer his scent was like smoggy city air and salt, leather and some fort of condiment. Maybe he used some sort of scented soap. It was intoxicating and she longed to bury her face in the crook of his neck. Something stopped her.

It was the fact that he acted like a prick and a bit intimidating, so instead, of leaning to his warmth, she backed as much as she could. But he followed, he tried to intimidate her, and she could saw the glint in his eyes when he looked at her lips. He felt the affection, but it clearly did not clouded his mind, not for even a second. She knew she column’t flirt out her way from this position so manipulation was her next idea for escape.

Breathe! In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. The panic squeezed her lungs, but when the oxygen bypassed the knot in her throat she calmed her nerves.

She decided to push back, she resisted with stubborn rigidity. With her cold gaze and shielded mind and heart.

So obviously the zabrak noticed this as it moved even closer provoking her. The young woman felt his muscular body and arms tense between their clothes, the warmth emanating from him even more. She shivered, but held eye contact, when he moved his gloved hand closer and held her braided locks.

His touch was light and quick. It fluttered over her and she fought the urge to lean to his touch. He was so magnetic. Either way she was keenly aware of the warmth radiating through him versus her cold skin.

He was conceited and smug like a well-fed wild cat holding her braid, stroking it. Nina wished that the leather glove won't be a barrier between them.

When he spoke again this close, she was surprised by the nickname he gave her. She liked it. It felt unexpected coming from a him but she liked it still.

Also she noticed that he was challenging her. So she gathered all her confidence and tried to not tremble while she spoke. Try to convince him.

When he learned to inhale her scent she almost fainted. She knew she had goosebumps on her skin and she knew she became dripping wet between her legs. Then she mentally slapped herself for being such a naive little lady relying on her reckless instinct of desire.

He was threatening her life and her body wanted more of him. She was attracted to man before, but it was mostly the selfishness need to release tension inside her, or to feel something else other than anger and tiredness and having the illusion to feel wanted and desired. Maybe only for a couple hours, dates or nights but she felt it.

Now she wanted him. Wanted him make her forget her problems, and craved his touch. They clearly had chemistry. If only he wasn’t threatening her life, she would let him touch her and spend the night with her devouring her with his kisses. If only.. She knew it in her guts they would match perfectly.

One kiss and this place would ignite.

The delicious roughness of him, his scent when he pinned her to the wall.

Part of her felt annoyed, and another part of her felt shame, to be this thrilled by his clearly red flagged behavior.

Pathetic? Probably.

True? Undeniably.

"They're going to look for me.." she said.

"Insignificant." he leaned closer and whispered this into her ear. "Little starlight.. Do you know how many stars disappear in a single second?

“Twenty to sixty thousand." the answer left her lips involuntarily, this surprised him and she felt pride.

But when he called her negligible the fire in her veins froze. She was never really the one who answered fire, her specialty was ice. She thought about all the situations when she was neglected, left and used as a kriffing door mat. She will always fight back. Kriff! She studied to fight back! She relied on all the knowledge she learned in the law classes. She's gonna stay calm and collected and will negotiate with him. If she was going to die, then at least she stood up for herself.

Using the same intimidation technique on him she leaned forward and smile mockingly, and spoke:

"Oh, really? If I'm so negligible to you, then what was that little scene between us at the club last week? You felt it too, didn't you? I bet you feel it now. This pull between us.''

She knew what she was doing, where she wanted to lead the conversation. Or at least tried to overpower and seize control.

“Fake it till you make it.” she thought.

This seemed to have an effect on him, he moved away from her and stormed at least three paces away.

“Good. Now I have to keep going and push him in the right direction. “ she was dusting herself to show how calm she is.

The thing is she wasn’t really afraid of him. Intimidated of course, but if someone is aware of how mortal she is from a young age and faces the thought of death every day, how can she be truly afraid of a man who has a lightsaber and symbolizes peace? Not really. And if he does harm her well this will be a more exotic death than a heart attack.

He growled at her but kept quiet which meant she had a chance.

So she spoke in her most determined voice, pulling herself together and making sure her voice didn't shake.

"I see we're facing a situation we can easily help. A truth for a truth. You have questions for me, and I have questions for you. How about exchanging a little information?”

She felt confident, and after all he was a man, and she never let a man have power over her, even if he is a force user, and respected as a saint. Her playfulness awakened, when he offered violence.

Something told her that he usually never let his pray this far to speak, nor to be this smug. He was clearly holding back himself, and she respected that in him.

"Charming offer. That might make me talk, and I will tell you things, and enough of it'll be the truth to make it difficult to weed out the lies. But you won't hurt me. And I'm not kidding, they're really going to be looking for me, which I don't think would be in your best interest."

Stars in the night sky! He was so handsome when he looked this intimidating. Standing there with tense muscles, stretched posture, deep and silky voice, with his gloming orbs on her. If looks could kill, she would be definitely in trouble.

Too bad they're not entwined in her bedroom instead. He would probably give her a night she would remember fondly for days, with delicious soreness in her body.

“Breathe! Focus!” she scolded herself quickly.

She feels proud while she shares her observations with him, that She spotted the cloaked ship and connected the tracks together. From this, her self-confidence returned completely and Nina took control of her excited heart, her thoughts and the interlocutor. She cornered him, with her knowledge. Nina liked that kind of thing, it was a risky move, but safer than depending on others, especially situations like this. And especially from a man, they can never be trusted.

She could not fully count on the male zabrak's grace, that he would let her go.

Still a little piece of her soul thought about it. She knew he was a force user jedi, yet he did not use the force nor his saber on her, not even his jedi mind trick. Maybe he was a so-called padavan. Still Nina had a hunch that this man was far more powerful than a padavan.

When her cold fingers slid into the palm of the man's offered hand, she felt the seams of the material on the buttery skin, the traces of wear and damage, and the specific scent of it. She imagined for a moment that she was holding the man's bare palm, she imagined that it’s certainly not as cold as her fingers, which is a side effect of the beta blockers she takes every day.

Then she noted with satisfaction that the man called her brave. No one had called her brave before, since she buried her mother. The game begin, Nina started spreading her the cards, makeing the first moves by being the dealer and the player in one person.

Nina liked to negotiate, convince or just break a person for her point of view. Mold their answers against them and win the argument. It was almost some kind of artform that just didn't suit everyone, just like art deco. She was always good in sabacc, since she had the ability to notice the small movements that revealed who was lying or bluffing.

Her life, or at least her physical safety, was at in danger now, that meant that the stakes are high.

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Cici friend! Tell me abt ur new guys 👀

HIIII COOOZYYY :DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIING AND IMISSED YOOOUIMMA GUESS UR REFRERING TO THE CIRCUS SILLIES YEAH?

Imma just list off random hcs about em cause not much is known anyways lol

Caine: (look at the silly <33)

~He reads as pan to me tbh

~They created all of the other npcs, the models that the humans take on, Bubble, the circus itself, and every creature that comes for their throats

~Is touch starved. Like yeah he and the moon had a thing but he's touchy with people on multiple occasions so I think he really wants anemone to hold his hand UvU

~Very lonely boyo. Created friends via the npcs, a pet/ second hand in Bubble, made the circus to inhabit, planned out adventures, figured out how to bring people to his pocket world, and lets them set the pace! Like, HE WANTS COMPANIONSHIP SO BAAAD TWT

~He loves compliments! Like, he took all his time and energy to create this world and everything around us like please tell him how good he is! He's unhinged but cares a lot and sets high standards for himself and his creations! (Also I didn't say it but that gives him blatant favoritism towards you automatically)

~Very theatrical! The guy lives like all the world's a stage fr and plays off everything as such! Always moving around, posing, and making every little thing he does a big thing that he puts all of his energy into! I find his passion really endearing <33

~Generally an artist and creative! Whether it's creating things in a Spore-esque sequence, choosing the color palettes and aesthetics for the world, or little things like placing objects in a room at jusst the right angle, he genuinely enjoys it :) Also he cares SO MUCH ABOUT COLORS AND CORRECTNESS LIKE DON'T DISTURB DURING THE CREATIVE PROCESS HE'S GONNA YELL DRAMATICALLY AND POOF YOU AWAY ABOUT IT SGJBSBJG

~Will do the pulling people out of scenes with the cane thing

~Man the bruises he could leave on a bitch with those chompers 🥴🥴🥴

~It would hurt to touch his eyes...but they feel squishy for SURE

Ragatha: (l-lesbean //// )

~YEAH SHE'S GAY FOR WOMEN FR

~She feels soft like a doll to the touch but with a kind of springiness to the texture. Especially her hair. Still is the softest of the gang though :)

~Very much a quietly pining in the background kinda gal but is also suuuper easy to make flushed so her crushes are pretttty obvioous(Jax teases her for it often)

~The person that adjusted best to the transition into the digital world since she's the most empathetic and readily accepting of what coping strategies do and don't work. It's not as if she's unaffected but she's adjusted rather well to deal with the situation and actively works to help others with it too :)

~Genuinely the nicest person in the circus gang. Looks to help others adjust to the experience, transitions them slowly and gently, offering support and guidance all the way through. If there's anyone here you can be sure to trust, it's her!

~But also helping others is a part of her coping with the world? Like, uses others stress to undermine and/or bury her own surrounding the situation. She tends to put others comfort over her own because of this. (Pomni basically left her to die and she accepted it so fast_

~When she does break down, it's mostly crying in her room. Not coming out for days. Eventually, she comes back out like nothing happened. Talks and plays along like usual but her footsteps steps are heavier. Or she's looking down at the ground when not distracted. spacing out if something makes her uncomfortable. The wear and tear comes out in the liddle things :(

~Really values anyone that takes time to get to know her, the things she likes, asks her how she's doing, invites her to adventures and the like since the group dynamic flips as well as the literal world around them are prone to flipping on a dime. The consistency really helps her feel more grounded :,)

~Isn't afraid to put Jax in his place but she also knows he's going to retaliate eventually so it really depends on the situation if she'll intervene or not.

Jax: (BASTARD)

~Bisexual that BASTARDIZES THE WHOLE COMMUNITY KDHAB

~ The fastest character in the entire show next to Caine. Though he's at his fastest when it's for a bit lol

~Doesn't actually straight up hate everyone but he's rejection sensitive and in a world where people just fuckin, turn into monsters?? Like, why get attached if that could just happen whenever. Also, why let others get attached to him since he could end up the same way? It's more like a damage control measure

~Same with his whole, "worst piece of shit ever thing" he's got going. He's definitely an asshole for the thrill of it but he does care about others! Watching his reactions to others(except Gangle atm) at slower speeds show more of a reaction and concern for them. He just snaps into hiding in at the drop of a hat

~Likes picking up random objects and either throwing them at others right away and/or saving them for later

~All his clothes are worn loosely cause he hates being restricted in movement. Makes him feel closed in :(

~Had a really bad breakdown when he first arrived. Isolated himself for awhile before deciding to adopt this more apathetic character to deal with everything

~Feels like a plastic stretchy toy texture wise

#Jade #digital lovers unlimited #ragged doll romance #jaxass #feel free to reblog #whether fellow self shipper or not #i'd be glad to hear more hcs?#see where there's overlaps and differences #so igmnore my shipping tags and reblof if ya like #:DD #tadc #tadc hcs #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc caine hcs #tadc ragatha hcs #tadc jax hcs #THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR ASKING!THIS WAS SOO FUN!!

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