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pinkthrone445 · 10 days

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-Let it burn to the ground- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, confort, funny, smut

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, SEX! SEX YOUR SINFUL SOULS

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station. And then she musters up the courage to take you on a date.

Your phone rang with a notification while you were lying down watching TV. Today was your day off and after dropping your child off at school and going to the gym, you came home to watch TV and get some rest. You wiped your hand full of Doritos powder on a napkin and took your cell phone

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"Hello chief, I hope that you are enjoying your day off... I'm exited about tonight..."-The redhead had sent you a message and you stared at your phone for a few seconds. While you had accepted the invitation the day before, it had been a while since you had a date and now you were questioning whether this was the right decision.

Your fingers danced on the keyboard without touching any keys while you chewed your lip, wondering what the appropriate response would be. Your cell phone vibrated again

-🔥Miss Schementti🔥:"I must warn you that I am not a person who eats little, not even in first dates, so do not get scared when you see me ask for another portion or two, you've been warned..."-The message made you laugh imagining her eating and the answer came naturally.

-You:"I get it, you don't have to worry, I'm also a big eater. In my childhood my nana taught me that if there was still room to breathe, there was room for food. Now I know how to stop when I'm satisfied, but it's not easy to get to that point either..."-You replied with a smile and your fingers danced again on the keyboard and then sent another message

-You:"Excited for tonight too... But I haven't played the dating game in a long time, be gentle with me please" - Your heart pounded from the nerves of admitting that, the bubbles that the redhead was writing seemed on screen for a few seconds and then disappeared. When 30 minutes went by without an answer, you questioned again if this date was a good idea. After a few more minutes, your cell phone rang again

-🔥Melissa Schemmenti🔥: "Sorry Chief, a kid put a bean in his nose and it got stuck and we had to go to the nurse, I even thought about calling you to come to the rescue, but I didn't wanted to bother you on your day off... Don't worry about tonight, we'll let things flow, step by step. I promise"-The message calmed you down somehow, and you decided to go through your closet to see what you would be wearing that night.

Later that day, you took your car and drove to pick up your son. As you waited for her class to come out, Melissa came up to you smiling and adjusting her jacket

-"Hey Chief..."-The redhead whispered, lengthening the vowels in a seductive tone

-"Hey Miss Schementti... Where are you taking me tonight?" - You consulted smiling watching as the redhead adjusted the jacket to her body because it was a little cold

-"It's a surprise... One that I hope you like and enjoy... Will you bring your child? He is welcome if you want..."-She whispered a little nervously and embarrassed

"No, he's going to stay at his aunt's house... Do you want me to pick you up tonight?" - You offered, and she nodded, smiling. The truth is that you offered to pick her up because if the date went wrong, you weren't the one who depended on her taking you home.

-"Mama!" - Your little one ran to you and you lifted him up holding him tight to your chest, while Mel couldn't help but watch the way your arms twitched

-"Hola baby" - You spoke and he smiled hiding in your neck-"How did school go?"

-"Good! We are learning cursive! I can write a letter now" - He commented and you laughed tenderly

-"I'm sure you can, son... Let's go home for lunch and then you have to visit your aunt, your abu and your cousins for sleepover" - You commented, and the little guy smiled excitedly-"See you later Schementti..."- You answered with a smile and walked to your car.

After dropping your son off with the family, you got dressed with the casual suit you choose and decided to drive to pick up the redhead.

When you arrived to her address, you got out of your car and knocked on her door gently, almost immediately Mel opened it

-"Wow Chief...Hi, sorry... I never thought you'd look better than wearing your firefighter uniform, but you're amazing right now with that suit..."-She whispered silly looking at you and you laughed

-"Hi Schementti... You look very good too with your dress... I love your leather jackets they hug you body so perfectly" - You commented before you could hold you back-"Ready?" - You murmured and opened the door of the car for her. The redhead smiled and climbed up carefully, letting you close it.

While at first you were very nervous as you had lost the practice of meeting people and dating, on your date with the redhead you felt an instant connection and everything went smoothly, she took you to a nice place with good food and entertaining music. The tables had some board games which you decided to use and have some fun.

While you beat her up by playing uno, the redhead took the opportunity to know and learn more about you

-"So...why do you say you've lost the practice of going out? You are a beautiful and attractive woman, not to mention that you are very hot and brave... I don't think you're short of opportunities where people will ask you out on dates..."-She asked, lifting the 12 cards from the deck that had accumulated with the draw 4

-" It's not that... It's just that since my husband passed away, it was difficult to get my life back on track... I didn't just want to have sex with someone I have no conetion with, aside from the fact that it's hard to do it because I live with my son, and I couldn't find anyone who would catch my eye to have a relationship with... Nobody wants to date you when you have a child like in my case, so it's been two and a half years since I've dated anyone or had sex in that time... You're the first person I've dated since he passed away..."-You muttered a little embarrassed to admit it out loud-" I know it's been a long time since I've had sex, but between work and my son I'm pretty busy and I don't have much time to think about it..."

-"I'm flattered that you chose me to go on your first date after so long..."-she replied and you rolled your eyes

-"Please don't make fun of it... It's embarrassing enough as it is..."-You replied blushing and she smiled as she took your hand on the table

-"I'm not making fun of it, I'm really flattered by it. It means that you did feel a connection with me, like the one I feel with you from the first time I saw you..."-The redhead responded by kissing your hand and you smiled looking into her eyes as you got close to her

-"Thank you Mel..."-You whispered close to her lips laughing and dropped a +4-"UNO, I chose red, I win"-You spoke almost close to her lips and laughed pulling away from her

-"That's cheating! You got me distracted!" - The redhead screamed annoyed because she didn't liked to lose and you laughed

-"Everything is valid in games and love..."-You answered and she rolled her eyes

-"Do you want to go dancing? Before you keep kicking my ass at board games..."-She offered and you nodded still laughing

The rest of the night you talked more and danced together, having a beautiful time together. You were really surprised by the connection you felt with her...

When it got late, you drove to her house to get her to safety, while you let the conversation flow.

When you parked at her door, you got out and opened the car for her and escorted her to her entrance

-"I really had a nice time... Thank you for being patient with me... I was scared, but now I feel really happy..."-You whispered looking into her eyes and she opened the door for you

-"Want to come in for a coffee? I don't want this to end yet..."-she offered and you nodded.

When you entered, while she was making coffee, you took advantage and observed a little bit of her house and the photos on the wall smiling, you liked that Mel was a family woman. Her house was quaint and well-kept, somehow the house suited her.

When the coffee was ready, the two sat down on the couch letting the television gently play in the background

-"And you? How about your dating life? You looked so calm tonight, like you had practice..."-You asked while tasting the amazing coffee, somehow the taste reminded you of your home when you were little, which relaxed you and made you feel happy and calm

-"I was married for a long time... When I broke up it was hard for me to get back in the game, but when I did, I started dating a man, but we didn't have the same goals, so I decided to end that relationship... Then I had casual sex a couple of times..." - She muttered embarrassedly not wanting to admit that it was with someone you knew, she didn't know how you were going to take it

-" I know that, with the captain of the station I was sent to take care of"-You replied and she raised her eyebrows surprised and a little embarrassed-"I know everything that happens at my station, it's not for nothing that I'm the Chief" - You replied and she smiled when she saw that you didn't take it the wrong way

-"Yes, with him... Don't make me embarrassed by making fun of it" - she muttered, hiding her face in her hands and you laughed

-"I won't make fun of it, if I'd gone out with him I'd have a lifetime of remorse just think about it and I think that's enough for you, you don't need me to make fun of it to feel embarrassment" - You joked and she slapped your shoulder laughing. Her hand didn't move away from your arm, but gripped it tighter

-"Wow... You are very strong... Look how firm is your arm..."-She murmured in a seductive tone and you blushed-"Do you think you can lift me up?" - she asked and you nodded-"Can we try?"

-"Sure" - You carefully set your cup down on the table and grabbed her waist, your hands fitting perfectly as if they belonged there and her skin was comfortably warm. Forcefully but without getting up from the couch, you picked up the redhead with ease and sat her on your lap again. Immediately Mel spread her legs, straddling on your lap comfortably, smiling very big

-"Wow, that turn me on in a hundred different ways" - The redhead said without thinking and you laughed looking at her lips

-"You are a gorgeous and funny woman" - You whispered, smiling without taking your hands off her waist, caressing the skin that the blouse had revealed as she stood up a little. Mel's excited smile changed to a softer one and her gaze also turned to your lips, leaning slightly millimeters from your lips. Although you didn't want to admit it, you felt so nervous to do this, you weren't even sure about going on a date on the first place, and now she was sitting on your lap about to kiss you. Was that right? Or was it all going too fast? Even your angels of good and evil must have been frightened, for not a word of your conscience occupied your mind. Without realizing it, you connected your lips to her. A sigh left your mouth when you felt her close, if her skin was soft, her lips were like a clowd, round, soft and filled, perfect

The kiss at first was slow, but after a few seconds it became deep and hard, shaking you and making your heart beat very hard, your hands squeezed her waist tighter as you felt short of breath, making the redhead moan softly

-"Let's go to my room" - She muttered quickly to kiss you again, you nodded and got up from the couch, grabbing the redhead's ass to lift her with you, she immediately wrapped her legs around your waist, gently kissing your neck as you climbed the stairs carrying her.

Her kisses on your neck clouded your senses, even blurred your vision and your breathing ragged. Upon entering the room, you closed the door with your feet and left the redhead on the bed, admiring the sight of her slightly disheveled clothes and tousled hair, her breathing was ragged, and her chest bounced gently with each breath

-"Do you have a strap or you want my fingers?" - The question took the redhead by surprise, but she'd be lying if it didn't make her more excited. With her hands she pointed to her nightstand, which you opened to find a purple dildo in a delicate leather strap.

-"I want everything" - She responded agitated and excited. Smiling, you took it with one hand as you peeled off your pants and kicked them to the ground, with that same hand you opened your shirt but without taking it off. With hands a little shaky with excitement or nerves, you placed the strap on your hips on top of your underwear, it was delicately clean and smelled like raspberry. When you turn, your knees almost buckle when you saw the redhead waiting for you in bed with only her underwear on, with a red bra and panties that matched, kneeling and sitting on her legs, staring at you smiling.

The redhead's gaze swept over your face, your breasts, your abdomen and the way your crotch hid behind the strap on your hips. She had to force herself to close her mouth to avoid drooling.

You delicately rested one of your knees on the bed to reconnect your lips on hers, placing your hand on the nape of the redhead's neck to gently pull her hair making her lie on the bed without taking your lips off hers.

You gently sucked her lip into your mouth, making her moan and taking the opportunity to claim her mouth with your tongue, battling for dominance and winning easily as the redhead was overstimulated just by having you there wearing her strap.

Your kisses slowly moved down from her lips to her jaw, alternating between kisses and gentle bites as you let your leg slip to the redhead's crotch, generating gentle friction and pressure making her moan. Mel took your hair in her hands and pulled it a little, needing a little touch to ground her, especially when you started biting her collarbone and went down to her breasts biting the part that the bra showed. She inadvertently began to move her hips against your leg, desperately looking for more friction, but a frustrated moan left her lips as you firmly grasped her hip, letting her press on your leg but not rub against it.

When you began to feel her wetness on your leg, you quickly stripped off what little underwear she had left on her body, admiring for a second her complete nakedness. You smiled and kissed her forehead and then her lips again going slowly down.

Your lips found her nipple sucking hard as your life depended on it, alternating between gentle, delicate sucks to firm licks with a few bites.

When you finished giving both breasts their attention, you kissed her deeply again as you replaced your leg with your hip, letting the dildo rub against her crotch, which was already very wet and slippery, but not entering her yet.

Your hand went down to her crotch to check if it was really wet enough to go in, when you felt her swollen and wet cliroris on the top of your fingers, you moaned on her lips at such perfection. You gently began stroking it with your index finger as you guided the strap to her entrance, enjoying every moan and sigh that the redhead let out into your mouth.

When you were well positioned and sure you wouldn't hurt her, you pushed in slowly, pulling away from her lips to watch as her body slowly hugged and took every inch you offered her. Your gaze wandered for a second to watch as the redhead squeezed the sheets with one of her hands while with the other she desperately squeezed and pinched her breasts, letting out a couple of profanities with your name included in a few of them.

When the strap went all the way in and your hip connected with hers, it was your turn to let out insults, that woman was a wish come true with how beautiful and sexy she looked open like that.

Gently you placed yourself back on top of her, kissing her vigorously as you slowly pulled the strap back as your finger gently twirled over her cliroris. You tried to stay calm and slow down for a few minutes, but when the redhead started to shake and breath heavily and the sounds of how wet she was reached your ears, you couldn't hold back for much longer.

Both of your hands went to her hip and you started to go faster, with short but deep thrusts. Watching how her breasts bounce, her hair brushed against the pillow and tousled it and her mouth was slightly open trying to breathe with each thrust you gave it.

One of your hands grabbed the woman's leg and you placed it on your shoulder, giving you a new angle and more strength to lunge. For her age, it was surprisingly flexible, allowing you to bend down a bit to get to kiss her shoulder.

Mel pressed down on your back with her leg, digging her heel into your back and pulling you deeper into her.

You started kissing her thigh which was close to your face and giving her gentle bites and marks.

Mel began to breathe more heavily, and to move her hips erratically and desperately, moaning almost like a pornographic movie. Your thrusts became desperate as well when you saw that she was close, squeezing her hips with one of your hands, taking advantage of hearing the slapping sound every time your skin collided with hers and the wet sound of her juices coating the toy and your legs.

In a matter of seconds, as your fingers gently pinched the redhead's clit, Mel's body began to shake uncontrollably as one of the strongest orgasms of her life took over her entire body, from the tips of her toes to her head, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and every millimeter of her body was charged with electricity.

For a few seconds, the redhead contracted so hard that she caught the dildo inside her and your hips collided with her so hard that, you didn't know if it was because you hadn't been with someone for years or because just looking at the redhead naked was enough to reach your breaking point, but a surprising and strong orgasm came in your body too, feeling your juices dripping down your legs and leaving you exhausted and lost for a few seconds.

When the redhead's walls relaxed, you removed the toy from her, detaching it from your body and throwing it on the floor. Agitated, you lay down next to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her to you and hugging her against your body protectively.

-"That was..."-It was the only thing the redhead managed to formulate between her agitated breathing

-"Amazing" - You whispered, kissing her forehead. Before either of you could say more, a sleppy blanket took you both by surprise, making you sleep in each other's arms .

The next morning, the redhead woke up with pain all over her body but happiness covering all her thoughts. But when she turned in bed and saw no sign of your presence there or in the house, a feeling of sadness took her by surprise, a feeling that grew when she texted you over the next few days and you didn't answer, see her or call her again.

You disappeared completely, you didn't even pick up your son from school and you always sent someone else for him to avoid seeing her and the redhead didn't understand why. She thought everything had gone well, even perfect, but apparently she was wrong.

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kieranxvalentine · 5 months

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Your Love Is My Drug [M. O'hara]

༻♡༺✎ Miguel loved you with all his heart, and he would do anything to protect your peace. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Miguel O'hara x SpiderVariant! Reader ༻♡༺✎ 16+ (Yandere content, mentions of bullying, manipulative tactics (not too obvious), ༻♡༺✎ 1.4k words! ༻♡༺✎ Hi everyone! Please read the little announcment at the end of my story for an update on me! Hope you enjoy! [Hasn't been proofread yet]

“Great another one…” “Does she even know the responsibilities that come with wearing the suit?” “tch..I can see her crumbling in a few days.”

Besides your friends, some of the other spider variants were less than nice to you. It didn’t help that you already kind of knew Miguel from being rescued by him when your universe had a little bit of trouble before you were bitten. He's been involved in your life before you assumed the superhero role.

You walked past the trio, only to hear them snickering at you, making fun of you.

"She's so weak, always having to depend on Miguel..~" "Tch..that's pitiful, I know he's annoyed with her." "She didn't deserve to become a spiderwoman." "She's probably sleeping with him.." "Has to be.." "There's no way he would keep her around.."

You turned on your heels and immediately went to Miguel's Office. You could feel the tears pooling up in your eyes. While yes you found yourself dating Miguel. but that wasn't why you were here.

You were here after unexpectedly becoming spiderwoman.

How he didn’t know you were going to be this universe’s spidervariant surprised you. But he kept you close, already having an unspoken bond with you that he didn’t have with anyone else.

He would ask for you to come to his office just so he could hold you, to remind himself that you were here, that you were okay.

He knew the harshness of the outside world. You were so small compared to him, you needed him for protection, for guidance. You looked up to him. He knew your worth, it’s why he brought you here the moment he discovered you were a spider person.

The two of you spent lots of time together before you even became spiderwoman after seeing him with Jess and Peter im her universe as they chased an anomaly.

Miguel was ever present in your life after that, he felt drawn to you. He knew right then that he had to have you nearby him.

You were addicting, you were so sweet. Always checking in on him after a rough mission, bringing him food from the cafeteria when you’d realize he hadn’t eaten. He realized he was head over heels for you.

He had to have you.

No one else might’ve seen your worth, but he definitely did.

He saw so much in you. He loved you with all his heart, you gave him a sense of peace that no one else had managed to since he lost his daughter. It took him a minute to admit his feelings to you. But when he did he was hooked. You were such a darling.

He called you many pet names, sweet, cavity inducing names and he would hug you every time he saw you, no matter where he was. He needed to hug you, to hold you in his arms at least once a day to remind himself that you were his.

Miguel was protective over you, he would be by your side on missions, always calling you on your watch to make sure you’re doing alright. He didn’t like anyone messing with you. He was your protector.

So when you came up to him with tears in your pretty (e/c) eyes, he grew concerned. He heard your sniffles that you tried to hide as you slowly made your way over to him.

His heart twisted, but he also felt anger pool up inside of him. Who dared to make you cry?..

He hopped down off his platform and walked over, cradling your face in his large hands, wiping away your tears. “What happened?’ He asked and he watched as you averted your gaze.

“Ah..Ah..Ah, look at me, Mi Vida.” He knew you wouldn’t disobey him, you were so attached to him that you wouldn’t dare disobey his orders. Your eyes slowly locked with his once more.

“S..some others..called me useless..they don’t understand why you keep me here,” You say in between hiccups as fat tears continue to roll down your cheeks and Miguel pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back in silence, allowing you to let it all out.

You knew that their words mean nothing, Miguel makes it clear that he only allows the best of the best into the Spider Society. You were consider one of them, you shouldn’t be subjected to this harsh ridicule from people, especially ones that couldn’t even do a mission by themselves without fucking up horribly.

“Mi bebé, tell me who did it, tell me who said it to you..” Miguel wasn’t asking either, he was demanding. He didn’t like seeing his little spider upset, especially by people who were supposed to respect her and treat her as an equal.

“Don’t worry, Your Miggy is going to handle it okay? Why don’t you head on home? I’ll join you after I deal with business here.”

You nodded as he placed a kiss on your forehead before kissing you once more on your lips, whispering soft nothings to you before letting you go.

Miguel watched you leave before his soft grin turned into a menacing glare. He would see personally that this bastards who dared to even speak lowly of you.

See the thing is, Miguel twisted things a little bit, so you could be right beside him. When that canon event happened in your universe, you were supposed to die.

But he couldn’t let that happen, he’d grown attached to you, often visiting you just to calm down after a stressful day of dealing with Spider Society. He couldn’t let you leave this world like that. So he saved you, which caused a minor shift, instead of your roommate becoming a spider variant, you did.

He then approached you with joining the spider society, and the rest of it is history..

You were all his, you depended on him and he enjoyed that.

So to have people questioning why she was here, irritated him to the fullest.

Miguel hopped back up to his platform. “Lyla. Tell those three to come to my office.”

You were cuddled up in the shared apartment you had with Miguel in his universe, you rarely went back home to your own universe as you didn’t have many friends there, and you weren’t on the best terms with your parents after they found out you were spiderwoman.

You loved being here with Miguel, it reminded you of the times you would spend together before you became a super hero.

You jumped slightly, being so lost in your thoughts that your spider senses didn’t even recognized Miguel had come up behind you on the couch. He bent over and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay now?..” He asked and you nodded.

You allowed him to pick you up and hold you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He wanted to cuddle with you, especially after the mess he had to clean up after confronting the three spider idiots that dared speak awful of you.

You were like a drug to him, something that calmed him when he was angry, that reminded him of a time before he had to take on such responsibilities.

He placed you on the bed, placing his head on your stomach as the two of you laid there, enjoying the silence and each other’s presence. Miguel wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten the perfect life he had built, he could see you being his wife, being the mother of his children.

He worked so hard for you to be here with him, he was not going to let some nobodies from random universes get inside of your head and twist your little mind into thinking you were not important.

You were his drug and he would go crazy without you.

While he was laying on your stomach, he was thinking of a way to convince you to leave the spider society, that you were too precious to him, and that the stress you experience wasn't worth it.

He was ready for the conversation, and he was ready to take things into his own hands if you told him no.

Miguel doesn’t see himself as a yandere, he just sees you as his future wife, the love of his life, and someone who he wants to spend his days with.

But he is more of an Protective and Manipulative Yandere, he takes advantage of you naiveness so he could make himself look like your protector.

Oh? You say someone was mean to you? That spider variant will be removed from the spider society.

Someone calls you out your name? Ooo they better hope that they escape before he gets his hands one them.

He puts you on a pedestal, he sees you as his gateway to a life that he so desperately wants once more. Despite knowing what he did to get this.

Miguel loves keeping his eyes on you, as stated before, he had eyes on you everywhere, Lyla wasn’t just his AI assistant she was also yours. Lyla would report back to him on everything that you’ve done throughout the day, who you’ve spoken to and what universe’s you visited.

Miguel wants you to be his perfect wife, and he will do anything and everything so that he can get it. No matter what he has to do, and no matter the cost.

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kissofthemis · 10 months

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Hello, may I request headcanons for the NXX boys when they hear reader (who isn't mc) that usually only addresses them by their last name calls them by their first name for the first time, while giving a heartfelt compliment with the softest and sweetest expression?

Bonus if they're normally shy yet silly in general. Another bonus is if they did it without realizing it and immediately fluster when they realise what they did, and puff their cheeks when in denial when called out upon.

Thank you!

"Thank you so much! Luke, you're a lifesaver!"

A wave of relief washed over you as Luke repaired the final piece on your drawer. You still weren't sure how you'd ripped the cabinets clean off their hinges, but all that mattered was that your friend Mr. Pearce, antique repairer extraordinaire, had come to your rescue.

Mr. Pearce.

Luke Pearce.

You hadn't realized how casually his name had slipped out of your mouth until it was too late. "I... Um... Mr. Pearce! Thank you!"

Humbly you bowed your head. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you could only imagine how much you resembled a boiling lobster right about now. Cautiously, you tilted your chin up just enough to get a peek at the brunet's face, only to find...

That he looked just as flustered as you.

His gaze darted to the floor. "L-Luke..." He stumbled over his own name, and you could have sworn you saw him bite his tongue in his own embarrassed frustration. "Luke is fine. Great, actually." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Because... we're friends, aren't we?"

His eyes flickered back to you, aglow with the warmth of a fireplace but the intensity of a bonfire.

"At least, I've been trying to put down clues that show you I consider you a dear friend."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You tend to these all by yourself? I can tell how much love you pour into your garden, Vyn!"

Awestruck by the vast array of flora and foliage before you, the words fluttered from your lips before you had a chance to truly think about them.

Of course, you meant what you said! When Dr. Richter had invited you to see a garden, you were excited at the prospect of going to fancy botanical gardens. When he mentioned it was his own personal garden, a healthy dose of curiosity sprouted alongside your eagerness to see his home. Now, upon seeing how beautiful his "humble" garden was, you were impressed and delighted.

But as a moment passed without any response from the gardener himself, you began to worry that you'd said something inappropriate. "Don't tell me, is Dr. Richter bad with prai--"

You clapped your hands over your mouth and began bowing rapidly, bobbing up and down and up and down.

"Dr. Vyn! I mean, Dr. Richter! I'm so sorry! That was super informal and super rude of me! Oh, Dr. Richter, I can't apologize enough!"

A gentle hand came to rest upon the top of your head, stopping you in your tracks.

"Now, while I'm qualified to treat them, I'd appreciate if you didn't give yourself a concussion from whipping your head up and down so many times." He chuckled softly as you rose to a full standing position again, then gave you a gentle pat.

"Raised them with love, you say?" he murmured. "I don't know if I'd put it that way. I'm simply following standard guidance and instructions for each and every species of flower." He pursed his lips for a second, then continued. "But if tending to flowers is anything like tending to people in need of tender love and care..." He turned to look at you, and his golden eyes glinted in the sunlight.

"Then I'm sure you have quite the green thumb yourself."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"This is the best grilling I've ever tasted in my life, Artem!"

You had barely spared a second to sing the attorney's praises before digging back into your meal.

When you'd fallen ill with the latest seasonal flu, you had messaged him as a courtesy to let him know you wouldn't be able to meet him this weekend as planned. You certainly hadn't expected the star of Themis Law Firm to offer to bring you some food. You were less prepared when he said he was going to cook it himself, asking for your favorite foods and flavors.

Least of all did you expect his food to be so delicious!

'Never judge a book by its cover,' you thought as you devoured another spoonful. 'I just didn't expect Mr. Wing of all people to have the time to learn to cook so well!'

You peeked up at him, concerned that he hadn't responded yet. He probably wasn't the type who received compliments often; he seemed like the type who intimidated others. Respected, but never appreciated in this way.

"Your cheeks are really red. Are you catching a fever from me?"

Wildfire had spread across his face, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his nose. If he got sick because he was taking care of you, you'd never forgive yourself!

"You... perhaps need more rest," is all that he said in response. "But..." He smiled gently at you.

"If a flu is what it takes for you to loosen up around me, I can't truthfully say that I'm upset about it."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

"You designed this? Marius, you're a creative genius!"

Your jaw dropped as you absorbed the details in the painting before you. The effect was almost reminiscent of a stained glass window, with the way the colors and strokes created a mosaic image. You could easily see this hanging up in a museum or even a church.

But like a dog who received one treat and was desperate for more, the painter turned to you with big, pleading eyes and whimpered, "I couldn't hear that. Could you repeat it, please? For me?"

He wasn't usually this pathetic. "I said you're a creative genius!" You folded your arms over your chest. "Don't make me take back the genius part."

"No, no~ Before that."

Before that? What exactly had you said that brought this CEO to wag his tail so desperately?

Realization struck you like lightning and you spun away from him instantly. "Mr. von Hagen, it's very unprofessional to tease me like this!"

You could almost feel the mood shift as Marius deflated behind you. "Aww, you were being so friendly a minute ago," he whined. "Even calling me Marius~ Marmar~ Mariri~"

"I didn't use any stupid nicknames!" you protested, whirling to face him with flustered tears stinging your eyes. "You're such a pain in the neck, Marius!"

He perked up immediately. "Oh! There it is again! We are close, aren't we?" He leaned forward, the corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin as he batted his eyelashes at you.

With a huff, you shifted your attention back to the painting. "On second thought, I think this is too abstract for the exhibition. I guess Pax can't host it after all."

"Whaaaat? Now that's just too cold!"

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #gn!reader #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #marius von hagen #Thank you for the ask!

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creedslove · 9 months

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I know request are close but maybe this could be a headcon where you and Joel are married have Sarah but then the apocalypse happens some years later while Joel is in Jackson with Ellie Tommy and the town the reader gets rescued and finally reunite with Joel and what his reaction would be

You can 1000000% choose if it’s an imagine or a headcon or if you want to do it my mind Is currently on joel miller and yeha

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it anon ❤️

• Joel thought he'd lost everything the night the outbreak happened, he lost his daughter, she died in his arms and he never thought he would have to bury his beautiful daughter in some unidentified shallow grave

• he knew he had died that night with her, something inside was simply gone, his heart had gone cold and though he still had you, he knew he would never recover

• but you also went missing, you never made it home after the outbreak started, you three had plans of celebrating his birthday after your work shift ended but with the whole chaos, you never made it home

• in the first few months Joel went after you, FEDRA station after station, trying to look for you, see if you were hurt or if you were taking one of the volunteering jobs but he could never find you

• so he just assumed you'd died and focused the next years of his life in surviving even if he wasn't sure it was worth surviving in this world

• Joel was almost used to his life in Jackson, it was still odd for him to be able to sleep at night, without worrying about finding food and having enough blankets in winter

• but he never recovered from the loss of his family even if it happened all those years ago, he was still broken and lonely, deeply wounded from not having you and his daughter

• the gates of Jackson opened for another group of patrol bringing a group of rescued people, it wasn't often that it happened, but when it did, Joel didn't care about it very much, he just didn't want to meet new people and he always had the impression of seeing a known face, only to realize it was just a trick of his mind

• so the moment the group of people arrived in the city, Joel just turned his back and began walking away at the same time you scanned the place, always in hopes of seeing your husband and your beautiful daughter once more, also convinced they were dead

• but your heart never lost hope and the moment you spotted the broad shoulders, the curls you had ran your fingers through it gently so many times, now looking a little grayer but still the same man you came to love with so much intensity

• you screamed his name as loud as you could, drawing attention from everyone around but you didn't care at all, all you wanted was to see if it was him

• and when Joel turned around, his heart skipped a beat, not believing his ears at first but he did recognize you voice and rushed to you, his heart felt like it was about to explode the moment he saw you

• you were looking older just like he was, you were skinny and he could tell you had a few scars here and there, but you had survived

• he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer and falling onto his knees, he couldn't believe you were in his arms after so long

• he held you, kissing your lips, at the same time tears ran down his cheeks, after so long, you were back to being his again

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lovingonryles · 4 months

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right where you left me

this fic is for @liseytopia and i’s lovely fic exchange. hope you like it, tysm for putting the extra time into making two i seriously don’t deserve you 😭🫶🏻 hope you like it <3

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: you haven’t seen finnick since the games; at least the true finnick. ever since he got whisked away to the capitol, you haven’t seen his old self. but, one day, things change

warnings: angst angst angst, hurt/comfort, sad little finnick, cursing, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 1,392, should take about ten and a half minutes to read (longest to date 🤭)

listen to: right where you left me - bonus track by taylor swift

IN THEORY, IT wasn’t a long time since finnick’s games. only six years. in the long run, that means nothing. you could waste six years at any other point in your life easily. but not these six years.

you and finnick had a bond. close friends, you were. you looked out for each other, came to the other’s rescue. whether it was for a bad dream, bad day, bad family, or anything else, you’d always come running for each other.

you’d patch the other’s wounds, wipe away the other’s tears. whenever somebody needed a shoulder to lean on, the other was there.

you should’ve been there for finnick when he got reaped, but you weren’t. you already dodged a bullet by not getting picked, so you were just trying to rid yourself of anxiety after the female tribute was called. but, it all came back when you heard the familiar name roll off the capitol member’s tongue. “finnick odair.”

your heart stopped. nothing could've prepared you for that. your head immediately shot to where he was standing. his face dropped. he looked like a figure made of wax; unmoving, unalive.

it took a jab in his back by the peacekeepers to get him to move, but his eyes immediately found you when he did.

"no," you whispered. "no, no, no, no." tears welled in his eyes as he mouthed "sorry," and that was it. you were expecting the world to collapse or something, anything, but nothing happened. everyone just went home.

it might've been better if the world ended right then and there, you thought, because finnick was gone forever, and hell, he was starting to be your world. you didn't even watch him on tv. you avoided the situation as much as possible by sleeping.

you almost went to you two's favorite spot, a creek near his house, every once in a while, but you couldn't bring yourself to. too many memories.

that was until it was announced finnick won. news of the century, it was to you. you remember waiting on his porch with a bouquet of flowers you snagged from the meadow earlier. but he never showed up.

maybe the train was late. but that train was late for a day, then two, then a week, and at that point, you'd far given up. you had to admit you'd maybe never see finnick again.

when he did finally show up, it had been a month since his victory. you were out grabbing some food at the market when you saw his face; beautiful blonde hair, tousled as always, and green eyes that looked like emeralds in the daylight. you could recognize it anywhere.

"finnick!" you yelled, completely dropping what you were doing. his head turned to see you, a soft smile on his face.

you almost cried seeing him. you immediately engulfed him in a hug, but he didn't really wrap his arms around your back. he didn't enjoy the hug; he just tolerated it. you didn't seem to notice or care at the moment, though. "oh my god, finnick, where have you been?" you asked, excitement pouring through your eyes.

"needed to take a victory tour for the capitol. did you not watch on tv?" he asked, chuckling slightly. the question almost set you back. why would you? who actually watched anything after the games?

"no. didn't know there was one. glad to see you're okay, though. god, i haven't seen you in ages," you practically beamed. he didn't seem to care, though. what was wrong with him?

"happy you care," he smiled before turning back to what he was doing. any conversation you had after that seemed like you two were just meeting. like you were complete strangers.

that’s how it remained for a while. finnick and you rarely talked, only when you were next to each other. you still waved hello to his parents, and they still asked if you'd like to come to dinner, but you had to refuse. you couldn't face the man you once called your friend. most times he was doing things for the capitol anyway, so it's not like it was hard to avoid him. he wasn't even in 4 half the time!

and that's how it stayed, this near-constant torture, for six years of your life. you made other friends to cope and nearly forgot about the boy you used to hang out with at fourteen. his presence was just a distant memory to you. you almost despised him for leaving you as suddenly as he did.

you thought you'd never come to his aid again. until one random day.

it wasn't much different than any other. you got a house for yourself and you, so far, didn't have any complaints. finnick's house was relatively close to the heart of 4, so you often passed by it while running your errands.

the sight of his house brought unease to you. you couldn't even look at it without feeling sad. even if you didn't want to admit it, you really missed finnick and you'd rather cut out every aspect of him than think about him.

that was until you heard something. it sounded almost like a cry. the sound was so faint you could almost barely hear it. you walked a bit closer to your ex-friend's house, and sure enough, the sound got louder.

it couldn't be from the house; his walls weren't that thin. the only place you could think of was behind the house. you checked to make sure nobody was around before sneaking around to the back side of his house.

the sight before your eyes you surely weren't expecting. poor finnick, the boy you used to know so long ago, was hugging his knees into his chest, all but sobbing.

suddenly, your sadness and guilt hit you like a brick. you ignored everything between you two at the moment and gently knelt down next to him. you weren't sure if he heard you, so you tried your best not to startle him. "you okay?" you asked.

he jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to be at his aid. especially not you. his eyes suddenly filled with a kind of comfort. "i can't lie, no," he admitted. you got down to his level, sitting beside him against the house.

"what's up?" he sniffled, drying his eyes with his hand.

"just...life. i have to go back to the capitol soon and i don't know if i can do it." you wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"you don't like it there?"

"no, not at all." he threw his head back, letting in a big gulp of fresh air. "they’ve done things to me. ever since the games, i've just been...i don't know, different."

you thought back to the month of his arrival. the sudden loss of all emotion from him. “ya, i can tell.”

“shit, i’m sorry,” he cupped his face in his hands again.

“wait, no, don’t apologize, hon.” you weren’t even sure why the nickname slipped out. It happened without you thinking. he looked up with his eyebrows furrowed. “it’s not your fault.”

“did you call me hon?”

“not important right now, what i’m trying to say is i forgive you. for everything. none of it was your fault. the games do things to people and i understand that, so don’t feel bad. i just want you to feel happy.”

he barely paid attention to your words. he just smiled, slowly realizing the best part of his life was back. finnick didn’t mean to leave you like he did, but he didn’t want to hurt himself; get too attached to you just to get ripped apart.

when you noticed his grin, you almost damn near melted. you hadn’t seen him like this since you were kids. you sighed, tears threatening to spill out your eyes. “you look so pretty,” you said, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“you do too.” without thinking, his eyes darted to your lips. you sniffled before leaning in and closing the gap between you two.

the kiss was possibly the best of your life. it was filled with remorse and passion and “i’m sorry”s, and “i love you”s.

once you pulled away, you rested your forehead with his. “don’t ever leave me again,” he mumbled, tone soft.

“i don’t know how i could.”

#spotify #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x y/n #angst #hurt/comfort #thg #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay

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piemaple · 2 months

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Childe and Me

Part 1

"Why can't I go to your office today?" You pouted to your husband, Childe.

"Ah, my dear wife, it's because I have a very important meeting with the All Harbingers today. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when I'm at home tonight. I promise."

"I was planning to bring your favorite dish though."

Childe looked at you with a soft and apologetic smile. He loved your thoughtfulness, and how you always wanted to do something nice for him. The fact that you were making his favorite dish was so sweet, but there wasn't anything he could say to change the situation. He had to attend this Harbinger meeting.

"I'm sorry, but there's really just nothing I can do." Childe replied softly, letting out a long sigh before continuing. "The meeting with the Harbingers is a very important one, and I must attend it. I will be back before you know it, and I'll be sure to be very grateful when I am back and eating your delicious food." He added playfully, trying to lighten the mood. You always made the best dishes, and he couldn't wait to taste them again.

"Okay, I understand. Hope your meeting is going well."

"Thank you, my dear, I'm sure it will. And I look forward to coming home and eating some more of your delicious food." Childe said warmly, giving you one last soft smile before beginning to leave the room.

***

You spent the day cleaning the house in preparation for Childe's return from his meeting with the Harbingers. But just as you had finished putting everything back into place and wiping down the countertops, you heard a knock at the door.

When you went to open the door, you came face-to-face with a Fatui agent. Although they were usually assigned to more covert and secretive ventures such as sabotage, they were known for coming to the houses of their members when some kind of assignment was at hand. Was this one for Childe?

The Fatui agent quickly explained the situation to you. Childe had been involved in an accident during his meeting with the Harbingers, and he was now in a hospital. As his wife, you were being asked to come to the hospital as quickly as possible. You agreed, quickly asking some questions about Childe's condition, before promptly following the agent to the hospital.

Childe always warned me not to follow strangers, even if they were fatui agents. But Childe is injured and he is in the hospital. Although he had often been injured as a result of his battles and was a tough man in general, it was unusual for him to end up in the hospital. What had happened to cause such a bad injury at this time?

In the middle of the trip with the Fatui agent, you realized something was off. The agent wasn't taking you to the hospital, but rather you couldn't tell where he was taking you. But before you could say anything, the agent must've realized what you were thinking and grabbed your hand. You were scared now, not knowing what they had planned next. The whole situation seemed suspicious and strange, and you had no idea what was going to happen next.

What would the Fatui do with you? What was the purpose of this? Would Childe be able to find you and rescue you? All of these thoughts were running through your head, and you couldn't stay calm. The feeling of being captive and not able to do anything was terrible, and your mind couldn't stop racing with worries and thoughts.

The fatui agent brought you inside a building, forcing you into a room. The door was closed and locked behind you, and you were now trapped alone in a dark room. Your fear and panic were growing greater and greater with each passing second.

As time continued to pass in that room, your fears and worries continued to grow. Your screams for help had gone unheard and unheeded, and the door remained closed and locked. Nobody came, and you were stuck alone in total isolation. It didn't seem like anyone was coming to rescue you, and the desperation and anxiety you felt were mounting exponentially. Your only hope for salvation was Childe finding you, but the chance felt very slim right now.

While you were trapped in that room, Childe had just arrived back home from his meeting with the Harbingers. He had a great day, and he couldn't wait to enjoy the night with you and a good meal at the end of it. As he entered the house, he realized that something was off. The house was very quiet, and then, he realized that it was empty. Where were you? He had told you not to leave the house, yet now you were nowhere to be found.

Childe was extremely concerned at this point. He quickly went from room to room, looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found. It was as if you had mysteriously vanished from thin air. He tried calling out your name, looking for you everywhere, but there was no response. Just silence. He was completely at a loss as to where you were and how you had disappeared just like that, leaving the house completely empty.

This was all very curious. The house was just as it was left, and there wasn't any sign of a fight or struggle. Everything appeared normal, but that just made the situation even more confusing. Where could you have gone if this was the case? It didn't make any sense, and now Childe was even more worried than before. He had to find you, and he had no idea where to start. Could this have anything to do with Fatui? But then, why didn't they destroy the house?

Childe couldn't understand this situation at all. The house was fine and looked normal, but you had mysteriously disappeared. He didn't know what had happened or what could have caused this situation. He was beginning to get extremely worried, but he just wasn't able to come up with any answers as to his wife's sudden disappearance. Everything felt so confusing, and he was just at a loss for what to do next. He wanted to find you and bring you home safely, but he just didn't know how.

As Childe was thinking about this, the Fatui agent appeared and told him that when he was away at a meeting, a Fatui agent picked you up. This seemed strange to Childe, but he trusted the agent and believed what they were saying as they continued to explain the situation. So that meant that the Fatui agent had taken you, but they didn't mention what happened after that. Childe was still worried and wanted to find you urgently because now it was clear that you were really missing and that something had happened to you.

The fatui agent said the agent who picked you up was an agent under Dottore's orders. The information that the Fatui agent told you about who the specific agent was under was a worrying one. Dottore was a dangerous, cruel member of the Fatui who had often been involved with their most despicable deeds. The thought that the agent was under his orders did not bode well for you, and Childe was now even more worried about your safety. He didn't trust Dottore at all and didn't want you to have anything to do with him.

In the past, Dottore had often conducted all kinds of experiments. Could he now be planning to do some kind of experiment on you? There were a lot of possibilities, all very worrying and scary. Childe was beginning to feel extremely anxious and desperate.

Dottore's experiments often left people changed for the worse. Whether physically, mentally, or both, he often altered them beyond recognition and caused irreversible damage. The thought that he was planning something similar for you made Childe feel completely helpless. There was no way he could let that happen. He needed to do something, anything, to prevent this from happening to you.

Part 2

#childe x reader #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe angst #genshin impact angst #childe #childe fluff #genshin impact #genshin

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 5 months

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Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023 #mermaid au #yywihh fics #fic request #nimona fanfic

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animeficsworld · 6 months

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Proposal

Amai Mask x Reader

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You really felt special, being the girlfriend of the one and only Amai Mask was something you never even dreamed about.

But one unfortunate night turned your whole life around.

A disgusting-looking monster decided that today will be the day when they will kidnap you.

You ran with all you had, trying to find someone, anyone who will help you. But no one helped.

And then, the monster caught you, you screamed, begged for help.

And finally, a hero did arrive to rescue you. That hero was Amai, he easily killed the monster and helped you to your feet.

The moment you locked eyes with him, it was over for both of you. You never would have expected more than that. But once you thanked him, bowed and was about to leave, he didn't let go off your hand.

You were shocked, and so was he. He always thought he will never fall in love, he wasn't cut out for it, is what he thought. But you changed that.

He knew, with his career, it will be difficult to maintain a relationship.

But both of you managed to stay a secret.

Amai fell more and more in love with you. Your kind nature and beauty kept him going. You called him your hero, which always made him feel some kind of way.

And Amai just knew, he needed you in his life forever, so he had a plan to propose to you. But of course, you didn't know about that.

So when he told you about the date he planned in a very fancy restaurant, you didn't know what to wear or do. You hoped he wouldn't ask you to a fancy restaurant just to break up with you. During the past few months, he had been very distant with you. He had been of course busy, but not much busier than usual so you didn't understand why he was behaving weirdly. But you didn't ask about it. You knew he was a reserved person, and the last time he behaved like this was when he cut his hair and he thought you will get angry since you loved his long locks. So the worst you expected was a hair colour change.

You ended up with a gorgeous dress on, right by his side. You felt so proud, proud of Amai and all his achievements. You heard his fans in front of the restaurant being sent away as the screamed for his attention.

"Is it okay that they see us together?" you asked as you sat down at your table.

"I'm done with hiding you, Y/N. From now on, I want the world to know."

"Well, I'm sure the world will know it very quickly since they all took at least one hundred pictures. "

You decided not to talk about his fans or any of that any longer. As a comfortable silence fell upon you two. You listened to the music that was playing in the background. You both ordered and enjoyed your food. You knew he wasn't much of a talker.

"So, how was your day?"

"Really good, thank you. I saw your concert yesterday on TV. You were really good."

"Thank you." you continued with small talk and soon dessert came around.

You laughed out a little.

"What?" he askes watching you carefully.

"To be honest I was nervous. I thought you might want to break up with me, but then my friends said you wouldn't bring me here for that. One even said I might get proposed to." you laughed as you looked at your slice of cake. "But that's so cheesy. You wouldn't put a ring in my champagne or cake, right?" you meant to make a joke, but when you looked up at him and saw his face, your smile fell. His whole face was red and he was frozen in place, staring at his plate.

"You-You...I'm so sorry. Did you r-really?" you started to dig through the cake and funny enough, you found what you didn't expect, a ring. A gorgeous ring with a huge diamond in it. You washed it off in your water and handed it to him. Your face is just as red as his, your heart beating out of your ribcage. "A-ask me." you said and placed the jewel in his palm.

"Will you marry me?" you half expected a nice little speech about your love, how you met and how he fell in love, but just those 4 words meant more than any speech would. Especially after looking into his eyes. His eyes told you all that was necessary.

"Yes." and he placed the ring to it's rightful place. Your mind barely registered what just happened. But you were extremely happy, you wanted to kiss him so bad, but you knew he didn't like to show affection in public places. So you were very surprised when he leaned over the table and gave you a quick peck on your lips.

Your evening went on as you got out of the restaurant, it was so late, you decided to take a short walk in the park. And lucky for you, no one was there. You were admiring your ring in the moonlight as you were walking hand by hand.

"You know Y/N, I never thought I will be able to fall in love. Everyone sees me as this image, as a celebrity instead of who really I am. Then you came around. You weren't freaking out like others when I saved you. You were so reserved and you made me interested. You complete me, you don't complain about my lifestyle and work. You support me and don't ask unnecessary questions. I truly love you, Y/N. Thank you for saying yes and becoming my fiancé."

There he was, your Amai, the one only you saw and knew about.

"I love you too, Amai."

You stopped right in your tracks and kissed him. He placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you back.

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years

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Marco X Reader Angst-Comfort

Warnings- Experimental abuse, mentions of needles and syringes, panic attacks and past trauma. Reader can transform into a rabbit.

Word Count- 3.5 K

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“Good morning Y/N, do you need help carrying that?” Ace gestured to the large box filled to the brim with paperwork and medical charts.

“I’ve got this. Thank you for offering.” You smile at him and continue your walk to a certain blonde's office.

“Oh I see.” You look back to see Ace smirking wildly. “You taking that to your man?”

“He isn’t my man! ” You shoot a scowl at the smirking man. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. You wish you had never told the freckled faced man anything about your crush. Now all he does is tease you any chance he gets.

“No not yet at least. You need to go ahead and tell him how you feel.” His tone turned slightly serious. “I speak for the entire crew when I say we are sick of seeing you follow him like a love sick puppy or I guess in your case rabbit.” He chuckled at his own joke. Classic Ace behavior.

“I’ll tell him when the time is right. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship.” You wonder if there will ever really be a “right time”.

“There is no time like the present.” Ace gave you one of his comforting wide smiles. “Besides I have a good hunch he likes you a lot more than you think. You're his precious little Y/N after all.” Ace stuck his tongue out in a taunting way.

“Shut it fire farce. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get going. Unlike you I actually work instead of flaking out on job duties.” You stick your tongue back out at him, causing a pout to form on his face.

“Whatever. Anyways I guess I’ll let you “hop” to it.” He chuckled again at his own corny rabbit joke. You watch as Ace walks away. The jolly roger on his back flexed with every step. He was proud of it, and you were just as proud of the symbol.

(Flashback)

Ever since you’ve joined the whitebeards you feel like you have the family you always wanted. Although you didn't exactly walk up and join the bunch, they more or less rescued you. When you were young your parents sold you off to a scientist for money, you spent most of your life being experimented on. The scientist planned on making a bio-engineered weapon to overthrow the world government by turning them into small weak creatures that could be controlled easily. He was almost successful. He was able to turn you into a rabbit after a few years, the only problem was you could change back into a human. Most of the time you could change at will. But sometimes it happened sporadically. He was frustrated at the fact. You’ll never forget the day he came and grabbed you from the small cage, the angry look in his eyes. He dragged you down a hallway until you were outside. The first time you had been outside in years. To your surprise you were on a ship of all things. He called you worthless, his failed experiment. Without a second look he threw you off the boat and into the dark sea below. The cold water had shocked your small body. You were never taught how to swim.

After struggling to stay above water, you were lucky enough to find a small piece of driftwood floating. It was your saving grace. At that moment you were glad to be in rabbit form, the wood would not hold up your human body weight. After a few days of floating at sea with no food or clean water along with the heat of the sun , you were so weak you could not move. The thought of dying scared you, but then again maybe things would be better if you were dead. Maybe death will bring peace. You had accepted your fate, now it was just a waiting game. You could hear the sound of faint wings flapping. All you remember after that was seeing blue wings of fire, big hands grabbing your frail rabbit body and a voice asking “Can we eat it?” Luckily Marco, the one who pulled you from the sea also protected you from becoming rabbit stew. The doctor took pity on you, he could tell you were on the verge of death and he had a soft spot for small animals. He took you to the infirmary immediately and started healing you. You were up and moving in no time. Marco would smile at your progress, not knowing the small creature in front of him was not just a rabbit. You tried hard to go back into your human form, but could not no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating, you wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you. You also wanted to tell him your name was not “fuzzball”.

After a while you started getting used to being treated like a princess by the man. He would hold you close to his warm chest as you took a nap. He even made a small bed that sat on his work desk so could nap when he was busy. Every now and then he would caress your soft fur. His big warm hands had become your source of comfort and protection. It was unlike anything you have felt before. You have craved this feeling of safety for so long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. One night Marco was finishing some paperwork while you watched. He placed the papers in his desk drawer and got up from the swivel chair. “It’s time for bed fuzzball.” He picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms. And just like that, poof, you were back human again. To make things worse you were as naked as the day you were born. You’ll never forget the look of utter shock Marco had on his face. He held you up for a few seconds before sitting your feet on the floor. He wrapped his purple jacket around you. And gave you a confused look.

“Thank you for taking care of me. And my name is not fuzzball, it’s Y/N!” You blurted out and smiled up at the very confused Marco. He blinked at you a few times, processing what just occurred.

“Duly noted. You stay here, I’ll go get you some clothes fuzz- I mean Y/N” Marco ran out of the room. He had seen some weird stuff before but you took the cake. He came back with clothes and gave you some privacy so you could change.

You gave him his purple jacked back and explained everything to him. The first thing he did was apologize to you for petting your fur saying “It was rude” but you assured him it was okay. He took you to meet pops and the rest of the crew. After the initial shock and questions from the crew you explained everything to Whitebeard, after he heard you never had family he asked you to join. Without anywhere else to go, you said yes and now you're officially a pirate and a child of Whitebeard.

Pops noticed how comfortable you were around Marco, so he gave you the job as his assistant/ secretary. Marco was a busy man and you know that first hand from watching. You accepted his offer. Now you mainly forged his signature on paperwork and help take vitals when it's time for the crew's check ups. It was a busy job, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to work next to Marco everyday was the best thing to ever happen.

(Flashback end)

As crazy as it sounds, you were glad that twisted scientist had thrown you overboard. You would have never met Marco or the rest of the crew if he didn’t. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. Your trip down memory lane came to an end as you approached the door to Marco’s office/exam room. You knocked gently.

“Come in, yoi.” Marco’s voice called out. A smile found its way on your face.

“It’s just me, I got all the paperwork signed and organized.” He swiveled his body around to face you. He gave you the lazy smile he always does.

“Thank you Y/N, I appreciate your hard work.” He stood up, all 6’8 of him towering over you. He gently grabbed the box from your hands and laid it on his desk. “How are you feeling today?”

“No problem, I’m always glad to help. And I’m doing okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but nothing too bad.” Marco gave you a concerned look. You know he worries a lot about you and rightfully so considering most of your life was spent being injected with who knows what. All the unknowns made you anxious. His hand came down to ruffle your hair, he must have noticed the unease you were feeling.

“It's okay, you're okay. Would giving you a check up make you feel better?” You nod your head and sit down on the exam table. You would be lying if you said you're not nervous. You trust him fully, but being in a situation like this makes you remember things you want to forget. Marco went through a drawer and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. He sat on his swivel chair and rolled over to you. “Breathe in and out normally.” You did as you were told as he moved the stethoscope over your back, listening to your lungs. “Your lungs sound normal.” He laid the stethoscope to the side and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Let me take your temperature and I’ll be done, yoi. Say ahh.” You open your mouth as he places the thermometer under your tongue. You hear a group of beeps meaning the reading was done. Marco had a concerned look on his face. “Your temp is 102. That is pretty high, I’m going to get you some meds to bring it down.”

“Okay.” You wait as Marco goes through cabinets searching for the medicine. Your eyes wander over to the small bed that is still on his desk. You still use it from time to time to take a nap. No one dares to bother you, especially with Marco around. He would beat anyone who tried to wake you up. Just last week he sent Ace flying because he was being too loud while you slept. Your heart swelled thinking about how protective he was. All the more reason you love him.

“Here we go.” Marco’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He turned to face you and what he held in his hand made you freeze. You could feel your heart rate pick up and heat rise to your face from the panic coursing through your body. He had a needle in his hand. “Are you okay Y/N?” Marco walked closer causing you to scooch back away from him. You could only stare at him in horror.

“No please, not that.” Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your face. You kept looking at the needle and syringe in his hand. Flashbacks came crashing in, all the time you were tied down and injected with something, all the times you screamed bloody murder for it to stop. All the small scars that littered your arms. It was too much. Your body unwillingly transformed into your rabbit form. Your flight response kicked in and you bounced off the exam table and straight out of Marcos office. You need to hide, you need to find a safe place.

“Y/N?” You passed a concerned voice, but you were going too fast to understand who it was.

You ran until you got to your bedroom door. You go through the small hole Ace had carved out for you due to you sometimes getting stuck in rabbit form. At a time like this you were thankful. Your instincts to find safety landed you under your bed. Going to the main back corner, you curled into a ball and as the world collapsed around you.

~~~~~

“Hey Marco, do you know why Y/N was running?” Ace peaked his head into the door.

“Unfortunately it was my fault.” Marco held the syringe up to Ace.

“What did you do?” Ace’s face went angry as he looked at the needle.

“She has a bad temperature and I was going to give her a shot to help bring it down. I should have known better. After what she’s been through I can understand why she is afraid of needles.” Marco stood up from his chair walking towards Ace.

“I see. Well I’m relieved to know it wasn’t on purpose. If it was, I was going to kick your phoenix ass.” Ace shot Marco an intimidating look.

“That’s some tough talk for someone who wanted to cook her up, yoi.” Marco retorted.

“I didn’t know she was a human at that time! What you did was much worse, scaring the poor girl who loves you.” Ace slammed a hand over his mouth a little too late.

“I know she does.” He could tell considering you made your feelings painfully obvious. “And it’s a mutual feeling. But that's not important right now. Which way did she go?”

“She was going down that way, if I had a guess she went to her room.” Ace pointed down the hall.

“Thanks, I’m going to go make this right.”

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The same scene kept playing in your head. Your body tied up to monitors, the sound of a iv dripping. You could hear it. It felt so real. The sense of doom was suffocating. Your eyes open, you're surrounded by darkness. You wanted to move but you feel frozen in place. Your ears pick up the sound of footsteps approaching your room. They stepped closer and closer until they were still in front of your door. The doorknob shook as the door creaked open.

“Y/N are you in here.” Marco’s voice softly called out. “I want to apologize.” You wanted to call out to him, but you can’t. The fear of the past had engulfed you.

“I am so sorry. I should have taken your past into consideration. I didn't mean to scare you and I swear on my life I won’t ever make this mistake again.” His voice was riddled with guilt. After a few moments of silence, he started to walk out of the room, he must have thought you weren't in the room. You look at the one of the wooden posts that hold your bed up. You decided to kick your fuzzy leg against it to make a “thud”.

“Y/N?” Marco got down on his knees and looked at your body curled up underneath the bed. His heart shatters seeing you all alone, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Hey there sweet girl. Can you come out for me?” Marco reached his hand out towards you. You hesitate for a moment, but you hop towards him until you sit in the palm of his hand. He pulls you out from underneath the bed and sits you on his lap.

“I really am sorry. I hope you can forgive me, yoi.” You look up at him and nod confirming you forgive him. You know he had good intentions. “I’m going to make that medicine in pill form for you. Do you feel comfortable going back to my office with me?” Again you nod your head. Marco stood up from the floor and held you close. The sound of his heartbeat was grounding you. He walks out of your room and shuts the door gently.

“It looks like you found the runaway rabbit.” Ace walked up and smacked Marco on the back. He looked down at your small form and gave you a small pat.

“Yeah, we are heading back to my office, yoi.” Marco stepped back from Ace, as if he did not want him touching you.

“Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be late. Oh and Y/N, I have bad news. Thatch said we are out of carrots.” Ace gave you a fake sad face. Without hesitation you jumped from Marco’s arms and kicked Ace in the face with your little leg. He let out a small oww and you nestled back into Marco’s arms. “That was mean.” He came eye level with you.

“You deserved it.” Marco brought you up on his shoulder so Ace couldn't get to you. “Well be there soon, I’m going to make her medicine first.” Ace nodded as you and Marco walked back towards his office.

“I’m going to start grinding the meds, you focus on turning back human if you can.” Marco sat you down on his desk. He immediately started rummaging through different cabinets and drawers. Your body was calming down with each passing second. Marco had a theory as to why you turn into a rabbit spontaneously. He thinks it's something to do with stress levels. He told you to try to picture yourself in a happy place when you were stuck as a rabbit. It was funny, because being with him was your happy place.

“Ace told me something interesting.” Marco’s voice broke your thoughts. “He more or less told me how you felt towards me.”

You looked at Marco, who did not turn to face you. He continued rummaging through cabinets. You were going to beat Ace’s ass.

“You have definitely softened me up. Ever since you’ve been around the crew says I’m more “Gentle” on them. In all honesty you have me wrapped around your finger whether you realize it or not.” He started to mix together different ingredients while you sat still, listening to his words. “I’ll never forget the time you wanted to go into town with me. I told you no, but you wasted no time turning into a rabbit and doing the little begging hands thing.” Your little trick ended up working. You and Marco went around the town collecting things for the ship. You didn’t exactly have money, but Marco insisted on getting anything you wanted.

“I guess what I’m trying to get at.” Marco turned around to face you. “I love you Y/N. I have for a while now, yoi.” He gave you a soft smile, one that melted your heart. So overcome with emotions, you jump off the desk and head straight towards Marco. Your body turned normal in the process, making you and him fall to the floor.

“Do you mean it?” You lift your body off of Marco’s, your eyes locked on his.

“I do. Here, let me show you.” His arms wrap around your midsection, bringing your face down to his. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. You felt like you could float away if his hands were not holding you to him. “Was that enough, or do I need to convince you a little more?”

“I believe you.” You had tears coming from your eyes. Marco’s hand cupped your cheeks wiping them away. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” The sweet moment is destroyed by your stomach growling. Marco let out a laugh. “We better go get food before it’s gone.” He stood up, taking you up with him so your feet stood on the floor. “Take this before we go.” He poured you a glass of water before handing you the medicine. You gulped it down.

“Thank you, I feel better already.” You smile up at the blond who has a pleased look on his face.

“Good. Now we better get going before that glutton Ace eats all the good food.” You laugh at his statement.

“Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll be passed out before he could gobble it all up.” You wrap your arm around his as you head towards the deck. You could hear the crew's rowdy voices booming. Lucky enough you see plenty of food on the tables, and Ace was indeed passed out on his plate.

“Well well well. It's about time you two got together.” Thatch looked at you and Marco. You hid your embarrassed face in his bicep. Some of the crew whistled out, while others cheered.

“Huh, did I fall asleep?” Ace raised his head up. A piece of corn was stuck up his nose. His eyes settle on you and Marco. A big smile formed on his face. “Good. My work as a wingman is done.” His head slammed back down on the plate. Everyone shrugged his action off and continued eating.

You and Marco sat down next to whitebeard who gave you an approving smile.

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Marco whispered in your ear. You nod your head. After dinner you escaped to Marco’s room. He carried your body as if it was weightless all the way there. He laid you gently on his bed and crawled beside you.

“I love you.” You say barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to him. The warmth from his body engulfed you.

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

End

#marco x reader #one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece comfort #angst with a happy ending #one piece #marco the phoenix #ace is a menace #marco x chubby reader

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Orochimaru with an s/o who's just some guy? Like y/n is completely average for the most part. Y/n isn't like a shinobi or anything, their just some dude.

(For even for comedic value you could include kabutos or team takas reactions)

Dating Him And Being Just Some Dude || Orochimaru x gn!reader

A/n : I hope you'll like it 😂 The timeline is not respected, the Taka team has never been under the orders of Orochimaru

Warning : None !

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1283

Nobody would have thought that Orochimaru, one of the 3 sannin, the one who sought to master all the ninja techniques the world has to offer - and who occasionally wanted to take over Sasuke Uchiha's body to become the most powerful man in the ninja world - would one day fall madly in love with you

Like, you only had your love to give him and frankly - and to everyone's surprise - it suited him perfectly

You were from Konoha, you had an amount of chakra equivalent to the average person

You went to ninja school and after becoming a genin you stopped because you preferred to discover other hidden villages - in any case you weren't particularly good in kunai throwing or chakra mastery so frankly it wasn't a big loss for you

And you didn't do much during these trips except walking and meeting new people, Orochimaru was one of them

He had approached you without a second thought - a very unusual thing for him - and the love at first sight was mutual

As he got to know you better in the intimacy of his hideout he realized that you would not be of any use to him in his research, or in his goal of changing his body yet he kept you with him, the simplicity of your life bringing him great calm and serenity at night when he fell asleep in your arms

Your hobbies were not crazy either

You liked to play video games, sew, but it always took you a long time and you always ended up pricking your fingers a dozen times

You didn't speak many languages either, and sometimes you would burn the food you were making if you weren't careful

Orochimaru was endeared by the mere sight of you, you were so cute and harmless

Oh gosh how much he teased you about this and each time you slapped him shoulder he pretended to be hurt, but the smile he would give you was priceless

You still remember your first meeting with Kabuto

When he saw you he immediately thought that if you had some special ability you must be hiding it well, because he didn't feel it at all in your chakra

He thought that his master Orochimaru was with you only for his own interest but he realized little by little that you didn't have any special ability, you were just some dude, like the florist or the fisherman that we could find in a village

He was very surprised at the time, it was the first time he was in this situation

He didn't know if he should keep Orochimaru's actions secret, but Orochimaru explained to him that you knew everything, he also put pressure on Kabuto

"When you talk to them it's as if you were talking to me, so watch carefully what you're saying"

He nodded vigorously before saying goodbye and leaving to attend to his own duties

Your meeting with the Taka team was also memorable

You were next to Orochimaru when the little group came back from a mission

You barely had time to greet them when Karin and Jugo put their capes in your arms, hers half on your head, as if you were their personal coat rack

You barely had time to take it off your head when Suigetsu put his gigantic sword, Kubikiribôchô in your hands, it was so heavy that you almost dropped it on the ground if it wasn't for Orochimaru who jumped to your rescue, taking it on before it fell on your feet

"You fool, do you ever think before you act ?"

The white headed had looked at him with round eyes "Huh ?!?"

"Who is this ?" Karin asked, and that's when you finally introduced yourself to them, explaining that you were the s/o of Orochimaru

The red headed wasn't picky, and liked you right away knowing that you were with Orochimaru you weren't going to try to get close to Sasuke ( not that he would ever look at her anyways :') )

"Sasuke ? The boy from Konoha you told me about ?" you asked Orochimaru who simply nodded before answering "He is on a special mission for me. He should be back soon my Love"

Jugo had been very polite to you, he was still apprehensive about your ability to defend yourself if he were to lose control

One day while Orochimaru was working - at least that's what you thought - you were chilling in the living room with Suigetsu, who was very nice when he wasn't being flirty to you in front of your companion which forced you to do everything not to let him kill your new friend

You heard footsteps echoing in the cave ( or this Western movie music we hear each time Sasuke in on screen )

When the raven-haired boy entered the room he didn't pay any attention to the two of you, but when he heard Suigetsu laughing at one of your jokes he turned his head to you and asked you in a commanding tone "Who are you ?

You replied that you were Y/n from Konoha and that-

"What can you do ?" he asked thinking that if Orochimaru had brought someone back it must be because you had some unusual ability, he was already thinking of fighting you to compare your level

You decided against all logic to finish your answer to the question he had previously asked "I am Orochimaru's s/o"

Sasuke snickered before bringing his hand to his katana behind his back and drawing it, while you and Suigetsu looked at him with round eyes

Sasuke was sure that if Orochimaru was your s/o then you must be exceptionally strong so he couldn't help but test his theory

He stomped towards you with his sword brandished and Suigetsu interposed himself but fortunately Orochimaru came from nowhere and kicked him in the abdomen sending him back into a wall, the force of the impact causing cracks in it

"What do you think you're doing you insolent boy ?"

He couldn't answer as a fit of coughing took over him because of the intensity of the blow, he was holding his stomach as he got up

"I think he was trying to compare fighting skills"

Your partner chuckled darkly before taking a threatening step towards Sasuke but you grabbed his arm fearing he would hurt him but he pulled away from your grip

He looked at him menacingly, his eyes boring into his "If you dare to touch a single hair on their head I swear there will be nothing left of this body yours"

At that moment he was so angry that he didn't care about taking over his body anymore

It was only later when he was with the Taka team that they explained to him that you were and these are the words of Suigetsu "Just some hot dude" - this guy is only a threat

Sasuke had been surprised to learn this, knowing the rumor around the man who was supposed to make him stronger. He realized that he might not know everything

He still thought that you were special in some way for at least reaching Orochimaru's heart without him having any ulterior motive other than to make you happy

Over time everyone got used to having you around, eventually with or without supernatural ability you managed to get used to this renegade life and then you liked being the only normal person around

But if you ever wished to become powerful Orochimaru would be capable of any madness to make your wish come true

A/n : Again my requests are open 💙🎇

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #orochimaru #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru fluff #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x reader fluff #fluff #miri-writes #request

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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Hi! I really enjoyed the story of Helion you wrote. I would ask you if you could write more of his stories when you have time and inspiration. Thank you!

Inspiration I had since you sent the request, time on the other hand I just had now 😀🔫

I honestly wished I could get money from this and never go to college again (I love what I study, don't get me wrong, but OH GODS how tiring it is)

Anyway, sweet Helion coming to rescue my mental health, this is actually from the same universe as this one but isn't necessarily a continuation

Also, I don't know why, but braids match Day Court's aesthetic SO MUCH, any kind of braid, honestly, and I love them for that

Serendipity

The day started hot, and you felt even hotter every day your pregnancy advanced. Now in a sense of feeling sexy, more like overheating. You spent some vacation days in Night Court during their lovely winter, the cold definitely helping your morning sickness, during spring break you enjoyed it very much in your own Court, all the fruits and veggies that only your home could provide you. And then summer came. And now you felt like a pudding melting under the sun.

Luckily another reason for you to love your Court appeared during this time: the clothes. Everything was so light and soft that honestly made you love your home even more. You woke up sweating with Helion's arms around you and quickly took a shower to free yourself from the droplets of sweat. You chose one of the many robes in light shiny colors to put it on, your belly, almost eight months in, looked pretty and roundy on the dresses, making you even happier.

Even if you weren't born part of the royalty you could swear you were glowing. You put your hair in two big braids and tied them up in your head, making a crown which made your face show up more. All of that time took your husband to only wake up and change his clothes. You made him sit between your legs in bed while you braid his hair and he played with the hem of your dress.

-You're ready for today? - Asked you once you finished, kissing the top of his head.

-What do we have today? - Honestly could be anything, your mind hasn't been the same since the pregnancy.

-Lucien is here - He announced, as if it would tell you everything you needed to know.

-Oh? For what? - Your dearest son has been coming in and out to Court for literally everything. You didn't feel like working? He covered you. You and Helion were on vacation? He brings all his friends and they work in command for a while. Another commemorative party? He was here to plan and make sure everything was perfect.

-Decide the baby's name? - The phrase came out in a question, and your eyes almost popped out of your face with realization.

-I forgot that - You whispered more to yourself than to him, but Helion heard somehow and laughed at you, running to hug you from behind and kiss your entire exposed neck.

-Don't worry, me and Lucien made sure to choose at least a hundred names each - His hands caressing your belly made you relax in his embrace, and you let him guide you to one of the solars in the palace where your oldest son was already expecting both of you for breakfast.

Your eyes lightened up in seconds just from the sight of the amazing table waiting for you to devour it completely. As the three of you sat around the table laden with sweets and treats, Lucien and Helion began to discuss the important matter at hand - the name of the baby you were carrying. Helion, being the father, was brimming with excitement and eager to pick the perfect name that would symbolize his love for his second child.

Helion's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he suggested names rooted in the traditions of the Day Court, tying it to their history and ancestry. Lucien, who was a blend of both Day Court and Autumn Court, chimed in with suggestions that would embrace the uniqueness of his sibling's heritage.

And well… you were happy with the food. As you haven't prepared anything to contribute with the discussion you sat happily with the amount of good candies and fruit flavored foods at your disposal. Your pregnancy was being gentle to you and food tastes were only highlighted to you (like fruit and sweets) and the only thing you had to leave behind was some scents in your bathroom. And the heat.

The conversation was lively, and the atmosphere was filled with love and anticipation. Helion, always the smart one, spoke about the significance of names in the world, and how they often carried stories and meanings that could shape a person's destiny. Lucien shared tales from his own travel experiences, highlighting how names held a special place in everyone's minds.

As they went through a multitude of names, each one sparking excitement in Helion and Lucien's eyes, but none of them felt like "the one" just yet. You chuckled to yourself, fitting more food inside of you and feeling the baby kick as if sharing in the excitement of choosing its own name.

As the morning went on, the discussions veered into playful nicknames and endearing terms they could use for the little one. Helion suggested "Sunlight" for the way the child would light up their lives, while Lucien countered with "Moonbeam" for the glow that would guide them through the darkness. Ridiculous and corny, to say the least.

At some point of the talk, Helion and Lucien began to consider combining their own names to create a unique one for the child. "Helien" was the first suggestion, but it didn't quite feel right. Then they tried "Lucion," which seemed a bit too complicated. Or horrendous, in your words.

-Okay, so, we'll finish this with a top five girls name, and then we can start with the boys name - Lucien said, finally closing the notebook that contained a ridiculous amount of names written in it and taking a sip of his drink.

-We won't discuss boys names - You finally gave your opinion, making both of them turn their heads to you, confused at your sudden interruption.

-Darling, you said you didn't want to know the gender until the baby is born, we need to discuss and decide both - Helion spoke, bringing his hand to your tummy for the thousandth time since the conversation started.

-But I'm telling you this is a girl. I'm sure - You weren't backing down on your decision, it was a girl and no more conversation needed.

-You can't be completely sure so we'll have boys names just in case - Lucien said, only awakening a anger you didn’t know you had.

-I'm the one creating this child, okay? We've already discussed this, it's a girl - You put an end to the conversation.

-We? Who is "we"? - Your husband asked, confused since you and him never discussed gender preferences. But you had yours.

-Me and the baby, I told her that I wanted a baby girl and she agreed, being a male isn't cool and I already told her that - You said with all the confidence you could master in that moment, both males fighting to not laugh at your antics.

-But isn't it better if we have a boy name just for precaution? - Lucien tried once again, the look you gave him was enough to make him sit back in his chair and shut up.

-No! We don't need precaution, I'm telling you it's a girl - Your stress level was getting higher every time they went against your decision. You weren't completely sure, obviously. But you were sure!

-Okay then, a girl it is - Helion said, giving up on the discussion and holding you in his arms, filling your face with thousands of kisses - But if it's a boy we're gonna name him Helion the Second.

-As you wish, it'll be a girl anyway - You mumbled for yourself, internally making a note to choose a gender neutral name in the end. Just for… you know, precaution :)

#high lord helion #spotify #acotar #helion x reader #helion acotar #helion spell cleaver

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no thoughts, head empty, steve being absolutely DOWN BAD for a theater kid reader who’s in the musical but since he can’t sing (methinks he can act but can’t sing) he bribes stage manager nancy (she’s stage manager material if she didn’t do journalism at hawkins high she’d be a stage manager) into making him an asm so he can hang out with reader and help them practice and all that shit

bonus points: reader is really into him and when they’re rehearsing singing a love song they always stare in steve’s direction for a bit like a simp and nancy teases both steve and reader about it—

(this is inspired by me listening to “i feel pretty” from west side story on repeat—)

When he sees me

a/n: it's the way i wrote this like three times cause i couldn't decide on a musical😭😭i almost chose grease but it didn't sit right with me then i remembered waitress and was like this is PERFECT!! this is a modern au! the texts in the beginning are between nancy, steve, jonathan, and robin! i hope u enjoy this :D credit to the gif owner! <3

can someone bring me a coffee?? rehearsals are DRAGGING!!

i wish i could babe :( will is helping me for my photography final💔

here's some coffee nance! ☕️

not funny 😐 didn't laugh 😐

steve chuckles at the group chat and sends a quick text to them.

i'll bring it. my class was cancelled today

steve to the rescue!!

grab her a muffin! she loves those <3

thanks steve! im in the auditorium in the very front just come in quietly🫡

Steve stuffs the phone into his back pocket and walks toward the cafeteria to get Nancy her muffin and coffee. While he waited in line he scrolled through his phone liking random pictures of people he didn't even really know. He looks up when he hears his name being called and smiles at the barista handing him Nancy’s snacks. He makes his way to the auditorium wondering if all the stress was worth it to Nancy.

He's quite the worrier when it comes to his friends and he can't even seem to remember the last time Nancy had an actual meal. He remembers going out to eat with everyone and Nancy was looking over the script while Jonathan had to remind her that her food was getting cold. He quietly walks into the auditorium and stares at the stage in awe.

“Holy shit Nance, this looks amazing!” he exclaims while handing her the muffin and coffee. She looks at Steve and smiles, waving her hand in the air.

“This isn't all me, Eddie made hellfire help build the set!”

At the mention of his name Eddie walks onto the stage with a stool in his arms and looks at Nancy.

“Where do you want the stool again?”

Nancy gulps her coffee and hands it to Steve while hopping onto the stage. She shows Eddie where the tape is for the stool and Steve just stares at the cup in shock from how light it is.

“Nancy, when was the last time you ate?” He asked her.

“I had crackers today.”

Steve was ready to give Nancy a lecture that she's all too familiar with when he was suddenly interrupted.

“Nance, have you seen my nametag? Ash said she gave it to props even though it's part of costumes.”

Steve feels his heart jump out of his chest as he sees you standing on the stage. Steve has biology with you, you're actually his lab partner. Usually, Steve isn't one to talk to his classmates unless he needs to but he couldn't help but talk to you. It came so naturally for him, you laughed at his jokes, and god you were so fucking pretty. Steve is so infatuated with you that he doesn't even realize Nancy called him several times until she throws a pen at him.

“Steve! Come up here and help me real quick.”

Steve nods his head and jumps onto the stage standing next to Nancy with his hands on his hips.

“Steve Harrington at your service,” he says, which causes you to giggle.

“Hi, Stevie.” you say with a smile.

“Hey pretty girl, I like your outfit,” he says gesturing to your waitress costume. “Feel like you'd bring me the best burger in town.”

You blush and try your best to ignore his silly compliment while Nancy looks at your costume. She hands Steve the clipboard she's holding and stuffs her hands in every pocket she has.

“Crap, I thought I had the name tag but I don't. You asked props already?”

You nodded your head.

“Steve, go into the classroom and check in the professor’s drawer, there should be some spare name tags in there.”

“....where's the classroom?”

Silence falls over the three of you and Nancy sighs.

“Y/n, can you-”

“Already on it.” you chuckled out. You pass by Steve and place your hand on his arm giving it a gentle squeeze. “Bye Stevie.”

He sighs out a soft bye and turns his attention back to Nancy.

“Put me in the play.”

“What?!”

“Please! I promise you I'm a great actor!”

Nancy chuckles. “This is a musical, Steve, it's not just acting. There's singing and dancing.”

Steve let out a scoff. “I can sing and dance!”

“Steve, the only time you've sung is when we had karaoke night and you're one of the most uncoordinated people I know!”

Steve shakes his head. “Not true, you know Robin.”

Nancy nods her head knowing her friend is much clumsier than Steve. Steve silently thanks god for making him so stubborn because now, he's following Nancy around the stage while begging her to let him in the show.

“Steve!” Nancy shouts.

“Yes, I'll be in the play. See? Was that so hard-”

Nancy grabs him by the collar of his shirt and brings him close.

“Do you know why I chose y/n to play Dawn?”

“Cause she's pretty.”

Nancy rolled her eyes but smiled. “No, although yes she is pretty.” She let go of Steve’s collar and massaged her temples.

“Y/n is playing Dawn cause she's perfect for it. I've casted everyone very carefully so that the natural chemistry is there and no one has to force feelings or anything!”

Steve nods his head and lets out a hum. “So, what I’m hearing is you'll cast me.”

“MARCUS!” Nancy shouted.

A boy runs out onto the stage and sends Nancy a smile. Steve looks at who he assumes is Marcus up and down and cringes internally at his outfit. He's wearing a plaid shirt tucked into some black pants, and his hair isn't styled.

"That his costume?" Steve whispers to Nancy.

“I swear i don't dress like this," Marcus said to Steve. "What's up?” he asks Nancy.

“This is Steve,”

Steve waves at him and smiles at him.

“Show Steve what you have to do while singing.”

Marcus let out a chuckle and straightened his posture. “You want me to sing too?”

“Go for it.” she smiled.

Steve watches in awe when Marcus puts his arms flat on his sides and starts doing an Irish jig while singing perfectly. It lasts maybe a couple of seconds at most but it's enough for Steve to realize he may be in over his head.

“Thank you, Marcus, that's all I needed,” Nancy said with a smile and patted his back.

“If you think that's good just wait until opening night! It's gonna blow everyone away!” With that, Marcus finds his way back to the dressing room and Nancy turns to Steve with a smirk.

“Still think you're cut out for this?”

Steve let out a scoff. “If you didn't want me in the play you could've just said that.”

Nancy was ready to say something when half of the cast rushed out of the dressing room all talking over each other.

“Nancy! Rosa fucked up one of the waitress’ dresses!”

“I did not!“

“Oh really? Then how did pink pen ink get on there?!”

“Ask Charlie! He has a pink pen!”

“EVERYONE KNOWS I ONLY USE BLUE ROSA BE REAL!”

Nancy is used to feeling overwhelmed, it comes with being a stage manager. She's not sure if it's because she hasn't had a proper meal in a while, or maybe it's because Fred ditched being her assistant stage manager and decided to do journaling instead. Ugh, journaling.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” she shouts. Silence falls over the auditorium and Nancy has a bright idea.

“You still wanna be in the play?” she asks Steve. Steve slowly nods his head, but only because he's too scared to say no to her right now. Nancy sighs and turns to the cast.

“I need everyone seated in the audience in two minutes.”

Steve watched everyone scatter in different directions, some ran off the stage and sat in a chair while others went to get the rest of the cast. Once Nancy saw everyone in the audience she clapped her hands.

“Okay! As you know Fred has left and I've practically been doing manager things all by myself. It's been a struggle, but I still love what I do.”

“Nance, did you want me to sit in the audience too? Cause there's an empty seat next to y/n-”

“Thankfully! Steve, being the best friend he is, has decided to be my assistant stage manager! If you have any questions about costumes, props, or anything else go to him! I'll be showing him the ropes so don't worry. Any questions?”

Eddie’s hand shot up into the air. “He's gonna help move the set around right? Cause I have some guys going out of town so set design and things like that may run behind.”

Steve opened his mouth to answer his question but Nancy beat him to it.

“Yeah, he's definitely helping out, just make sure I see the designs before it's made final. Anyone else?”

Steve hears people mutter no and sees people shaking their heads.

“Awesome! Everyone go back to what you were doing and try not to come to me or Steve unless you absolutely need us! I'm gonna be in the class giving him a crash course.”

The cast started getting back to what they were doing while Steve was lost and confused.

“Nancy! Have you forgotten that I know nothing about theatre?! This is your area and a little bit of Will’s but that's not the point!

You hopped on stage with a smile and waved at Steve.

“Welcome to showbiz baby!”

Steve’s heart soars and he gives you a lovesick smile as he watches you walk into the dressing room.

“Tell me everything I need to know.”

“Stevie! Can you see if Will can help Mary fix my costume? It's a little loose on the sides.”

Steve let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Nessa, I told you already you can't call me Stevie. I don't like that nickname.”

Nessa smirked. “But y/n calls you that.”

Steve felt himself begin to blush as Nessa started to tease him. Almost everyone knew about Steve’s crush on you, except you. You were too focused on the show knowing you had a number and everything was enough to send you spiraling into your thoughts.

“That's different, she's special.”

“Who's special?” you asked, stepping on stage in full costume.

“MY MOM!” Steve shouted.

“THE QUEEN!” Nessa followed.

You raise your brows at them and chuckle. “Okay…weirdos.”

Steve chuckled and turned back to Nessa.

“Yeah, I’ll see if I can sneak Will away to fix the costume.”

Nessa thanked him and skipped off to the dressing room to finish getting ready. Steve looks up from his phone and sees you nervously pacing the stage.

“Hey, you okay?”

You nodded your head. “It's weird, I've sung the songs so many times it's like…engraved in my brain.”

“But?”

You chuckle nervously and rub the plan of your hands along the apron that's folded across your waist.

“But what if I mess up? Opening night is tomorrow and I'm so scared that I'm gonna screw something up.”

Steve brings you in for a hug and sways you back and forth.

“You're freaking out over nothing! I've seen you rehearse this a million times, it's like you were born to be on stage.”

You stop swaying and look up at him with a smile. Steve isn't sure if it's the reflection of stage lights on your glasses or maybe you really do have stars in your eyes, either way, he could stare into them all day long.

“You think so?”

“Definitely, don't forget me once you're on Broadway with the big names.”

“Please, I could never forget you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve looks down at you and he wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he knows he can't. Nancy made it clear that she doesn't want anyone to start a relationship in the middle of the show to avoid conflicts and drama, she called it show-mance.

“Do you maybe…want to hang out after all this?” Steve asked nervously.

“We can't…it’s forbidden.” You teased.

He let out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I mean after the show.” Steve took a deep breath and decided to pull the trigger on this.

“I've liked you for a while. Ever since you laughed at my jokes in biology actually, I wanted to ask you out but I got pulled into this and Nancy told me about the showmance rule she had,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, not really knowing where he was going with this. He knows he's just rambling now but he appreciates that you're listening still.

“I don't wanna be a showmance for you. I want to be more than that. An actual romance.”

You opened your mouth ready to say yes a million times when you heard the opening number blast through the speakers. You and Steve jump back from each other and you're quick to look up at the booths.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS JACK?!”

“I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS SO LOUD!”

Nancy steps onto the stage and claps her hands. “Okay, people places! This is our last run-through of the show before opening night so let's make it count!”

Everyone scattered to their spots, including you. Steve felt his shoulders slump when he couldn't find you on stage anymore. He began making his way down the stage when you pulled him backstage and kissed his cheek. You looked around and made sure no one saw before you smiled.

“I'd love to go out with you. In an actual romantic way that is.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a wide smile.

“Yeah.”

Steve nods his head, mumbling the word cool under his breath. He clears his throat and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Break a leg superstar,” he whispers before jumping off the stage and sprinting to his seat next to Nancy. She doesn't look up from her script but he can practically hear her smile.

“You're welcome.”

Steve can't wipe off the smile that's on his face when he hears your voice mixed in with the other girls that are on stage. Steve knows he's not the smartest and he's not always right when it comes to certain things, but if he was right about one thing it was you. You were made to be on this stage, you were made to perform your heart out and touch the heart of others, and who knows? Maybe you were even made for Steve. Nah, he thinks to himself. You were definitely made for him.

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff

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DVD commentary game:

At that moment, the kitten went to gnawing on Galinda’s index finger lightly. Galinda frowned at the green girl. “But… Elphie, I can’t put him back,” she said quietly. She looked into the kitten’s wide green eyes, her heart once again melting. “I’ve never seen anything so helpless in my life. He was obviously abandoned by his mother—he’s so young. And he must’ve been so terrified being in such an uncomfortable place without anyone to love and care for him. Not to mention the storm could have killed him….” She sighed. “I believe something brought him to me so he could be saved from such an ill fate.”

Jesus. Okay. So. I wrote that fic in June 2007. I was 14.

If you really don't wanna read a DVD commentary, start scrolling now. I am high and unnaturally talkative.

Around that time, to kinda set the stage, I lived with my family in the middle-of-nowhere, Louisiana. (If you look at the map of the state, the GPS marker should look like you shot Bart Simpson in the arm. And YES that is how I learned where my Parish was on a map, thank you.) Three years prior, we had moved back to be closer to extended family. My grandparents (my mom's parents, specificially) owned at least 72 acres of land. They sold 1 of it to my mom for, like, a dollar, and then arranged so that we could move a double-wide trailer in asap. Our properties shared a driveway for the most part, but the only other connecting point was a gate in the back that led to my grandparent's back pasture.

Right outside of the gate was a small barn where my grandparents kept their hay. They had six cows. They also had a really bad problem with feral cats. I had counted about 20 of them when we first moved in. Most of them weren't socialized - they only came around because Nana put dry cat food out on all four porches twice a day. But there were some who allowed us to pet them, and eventually they would come running to greet us whenever they heard the gate latch open. The female cats had their kittens in the hay barn every mating season. The ones who liked us or didn't mind us allowed us near their kittens. The others? Unfortunately, ferals are avoidant by nature, so their babies were abandoned because humans were around. My sister and I learned how to make milk bottles to make up the difference and help the other mothers out.

Three years later. One of that year's batch of kittens, Leo, was my twin's favorite. He was a healthy orange tabby and often got into things he shouldn't. I can't remember who his mom was, but she was new and wasn't very certain of us being around. There was a thunderstorm one night. The details are fuzzy because I was at home while this happened, but when my sister went to go feed the kittens she found Leo caught hanging somewhere outside of the barn, in the rain, and she needed to rescue him. She later came home and begged our parents to let us bring Leo inside. She was denied because we already had a cat and didn't have space for another pet. (Our dad got a dog the next month.)

Something about the way she described it made an idea click for me. Elphaba, book-verse, was neglected by her mother. Elphaba was often put into uncomfortable situations by her father because of her green skin - something I hope Maguire elaborates on in his prequel. And the destructive impact of water? I mean. That speaks for itself. The whole fic was written around this passage specifically, tbh. So if the rest of it feels kinda crusty I apologize lmao.

(I was also just starting to write for the Wicked fandom. Character associations and descriptions are kinda wonky around the 2006-2007 timeframe, but by 2008 I got it locked in. Zero character analysis went into this - I had no idea what that was, lol.)

I will let y'all enjoy your Wendys in peace now.

#friendly anon #max answers asks sometimes

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years

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Trap of lies

This is part of a collaboration with @x3kristax3

⚠️ Trigger warning contains rape,drugs violence ⚠️

Chapter 8

Commanders POV

I watch her as she sleeps so peacefully and quietly. Her breathing is slow, the drugs have helped her to sleep, she faces many questions of which I will get the answers too. Richy brings in her some food and water as I stand and watch her. She starts to wake up her eyes adjusting to her surroundings.

When MC see's me standing she backs off into the corner her eyes dart from me to the door but she is too slow.

“Futile attempt at trying too get away,” I say

“I keep telling you I know nothing about Jake's business.” MC cries out

“Oh but you do, and I will get the answers your time is slowly running out,” I state as I let in two guards.

MC's POV

I still find myself in this awful room I sense he is watching me I know his voice but I just can't place it. They injected me with me drugs this is like a nightmare that I just can't wake up from. I want Jake too bust in through the door and rescue me from hell. Please Jake I need you to come to me my love. Lots in thought I feel two arms grab hold of me and drag me out of the room they take me into the room where I got tied to a chair.

I get tied back onto the chair. I try to fight back but can't the two men have her held down, once she's tied up the two men walk back out of the room and the commander enters he's walking around her his hand running through her hair his other hand on her thigh he pulls her head back and kisses me on the lips. I’ve already learned its pointless to fight these men.

“what do you know about Jake's secrets?” Commander states keeping my head pulled back so I’m looking up at him.

“I know nothing,” tears falling from my eyes

“haha, oh you silly girl of course you know he's trained you well I will give him that. I know you know something you get one more chance fail to answer and I will let Richy have his fun,” Commander says with a sly smile.

“Please, I beg you!” As my mind wanders trying to think of something but I can’t think of anything.

The Commander knocked on the door as it opened. Richy came walking in, he knew from the Commander's look he was allowing him too have his sick depraved fun. Richy walked over too me his hands all over her breasts feeling her nipples making them go hard. As he played with my nipples he had his other hand on his erection moving his hand up and down.

He untied me and shoved me onto the table. He pulled down his trousers and shoved himself deep inside her. I was crying out in pain begging him to stop but all Richy would do is look down at me with a sick smile on his face.

His movements were getting faster and faster he pulled out and I felt him cum all over her stomach his moans made me feel sick I just wanted it to be over. After Richy was finished he pushed me back onto the floor, ripping her clothes completely off my body. He got he got a knife and cut his name into her arm, blood dripping down onto the floor.

Jake's POV

My search for my love continues, my horse is running faster than ever before. I need to know if Phil found any new information. I feel like my time is running out. I need you too hold on a little longer, my love. I will find you and save you. Whoever is behind all of this is going too pay in the most painful way possible.

I finally make it back too Phil. I make my way too his office as I get closer I can hear screams and moans coming from a woman I didn't need too ask what was going on. As I opened the door the woman was walking out of the room as Phil pulled up his trousers and put his shirt back on.

“You had one mission!” I yell at him. I get in his face and grab his collar. “I haven’t slept in days and here you are getting off!”

“Jake, I’ve been doing my part” Phil says. “I found out who has her. You just haven’t stopped by yet.” He says looking into my eyes and I can see he’s scared.

“Well spit it out!” I yell but let him go.

“All I know right now is his goes by Commander and he has a grudge against you. He also knows you will stop at nothing to find her.”

#duskwood #duskwood jake #everbyte game #duskwood hacker #iamjake #i love you jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood richy #jake x mc

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