#and my small comment about being scared of being forgotten....

[mueritos]

a small moment of kindness that touched me today. speaking about our struggles as grad students in class with classmates. our small group is all BIPOC; another latine and two arabs, one who is palestinian. we are speaking very honestly about our fears and frustrations. feeling useless. feeling scared. upset at the world and its horrors. angry at other peoples' silence. but at the same time so so full of joy and hope. i talked about being scared of being forgotten, and we continued on with our group task of creating a liberation health triangle.

professor transitioned us back to the full class and while our professor began speaking again, my Palestinian classmate--so beautiful and with the most wonderful curls--leaned close to me and whispered "I'll never forgot you." I almost didn't hear her so i whispered back, "what?", and as sweetly as the first time she said, "I'll never forget you. And I'll never forget what you said last semester. You were the first person in this entire program who spoke of your frustrations. I felt less alone."

the walk home from class was very cold, but i could not help but let myself repeat the moment in my head over and over again.

#muerto talks #the way we are all forced to carry on because of the horrors of this world #and we can still choose to be kind to each other #what i took as a frustrating and vulnerable moment in my 10 am class last semester #was a moment where she could find some solidarity in someone else's words #and my small comment about being scared of being forgotten.... #i just #man let me appreciate the small moments of joy and love please #we are so exposed to cruelty and i have been seeing war and murder and violence nonstop #i spent the rest of class giggling and joking with them as we did our class role plays #it had been a long time since i had laughed that freely #i need to remind myself of this joy #it is so so important to #getting emotional writing this but it was beautiful

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Treasures of the Fraud

♡ featuring: pantalone x f!reader

♡ summary: it's been forever since you've seen your friend, and as the hero of liyue, a new interruption has arisen. you pursue it, only to find memories awaiting you. wc: 9.1k+ (D:)

♡ cw/tw: long lonnggg fic, obsession, mentions of murder, mention of suicide, mentions of blood, manipulation, toxic pantalone, mean pantalone, possessive, spanking, degradation, mild praise, fingering, thigh riding, missionary, overstim, begging, edging, comeshot, pet names (darling, slut)

notes: helloooo!! ive been slow to get stuff out college is kicking my ass rn so sorry. not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes. I can't wait to have more time :) art by yion_yi on ig! <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!

12 years ago 

“Come get me!” 

The boy with inky curls spiraling down his back dips through trees, ducking under low hanging branches embellished with vibrant autumn foliage. Messy blends of pink and purple melt across the slowly bleeding sun carried into the night. His silhouette resembles that of a malevolent spirit peeking behind the boughs, leaping over tangled twigs and shallow ditches. His excited screeches signal you to chase after the leading direction. You’re both screaming and laughing down the undoubtedly dangerous shortcuts. If your mother knew about the adventurous risks you were taking at 13, you’d never leave the house again. Tag is a troubling game—despite the thousands of times you’ve played with him, you regularly end up being “it”. You don’t care about losing, though; having someone to call a friend is enough.  

You turn into a clearing with columns of trees overseeing your small presence, hundreds of them. The colder night is rising, not a celestial body to shield.  In this deep blue void, the leaves seem to be aggrieved at your interruption of some secret meeting, angry and smiling faces crumpling in the whispering wind. You spin around frantically, looking for signs or laughter, but neither reveal themself. It’s quiet besides the downy linger of grass. Your shoulders are snatched back and shaken to a rattling shock. You scream, and he laughs. 

“Rahhh! Did I get you?” he jests. Your eyebrows narrow, and you push him lightly to a stumble. 

“You scared me!” 

“Hah, that’s the point. C’mon, it’s late. Let’s go.” He's scared too, swiftly grabbing your hand as you both brave the darkness back to the village. 

“We should’ve been home a while ago” you say quietly. You feel the chill in your bones and press yourself closer to him. 

“Yea.” He holds your hand tighter at the sound of a small rock bouncing down a steep hill. 

“I had fun today. Let’s do this again tomorrow.” 

“I have something to tell you.” 

“Okay.” 

“I’m moving in the morning” he states. It was nonchalant, but your stomach turns a churning sickness. One you can’t understand yet, it makes you uneasy. 

“Oh. Okay, then.” It isn't okay, not in the slightest. But it had to be. Your best friend of 8 years looks at you, aiming to register the gravity of the situation. You both say nothing, but tears start to brim in your eyes in the silence. You wipe them with your arm. 

“Will you miss me?” he asks. 

“A lot.” 

“I’ll miss you too. Lots and lots.” He sways your interlocking hands. You pass by vacant homes tattered and aged by abandonment, overgrown with invading ivy. Homeless reside, caring each other to warmth from the freezing draft. You were lucky to have a home in this little forgotten sector of Liyue. It's a small, unfortunate room, with holes in the roof that drips when it rains and bags over the windows to keep the heat in. The stove never works, and you share a bed with your mother, but every birthday she makes sure to save just enough for a slice of cake with one candle. There isn’t more you could ask for. Everyone in the village suffered from poverty but they made it work, sharing crops and dairy to persevere until the next year. That’s how you met him, sitting on a rock as your mother collected rations. You perform two pebbles in your hands, mumbling sea shanties while imagining voyage on a grueling journey—he sat next to you. 

“Those aren’t dolls. They’re rocks.” 

“You’re a rock” you retorted.  

“No, I’m not.” 

“Do you want to be a rock?” 

“...That’d be kinda cool.” You gave him a pile of pebbles, and he joined the trip. 

You’re getting closer to the village, still processing who you’ll play with once he’s gone. You glance at him, he’s spaced out in a faraway stare. You crave the power to read minds. 

“Can we talk about something? I’m getting sad” you sniffle. 

“What should be talk about?” 

“What are you going to do after you move?” 

“I’m gonna be super rich” he assures, looking up at the starless sky as if a meteor would shoot across and grant his wish. “What about you?” 

“I’m going to save the world” you proclaim.  

“Cool. I hope you do.” 

“Me too.” 

You arrive at your makeshift door drawn together with scraps of wood and twisted rope for hinges. A dim candle glimmers inside, most likely your vexed mother waiting for your tardily return. He makes space for your entry, and you undo your hands for the last time. Before you go, he snatches your wrist. His eyes are foggy, cheeks an anxious tinge of pink. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling, but the strings in his heart are tense. His mouth shapes to say something, but nothing returns. 

“Yeah?” 

“...I... I’ll really miss you a lot” he whispers with a lump in his throat.  

“Then don’t forget me, okay?” 

“I won’t.” 

“You promise?” you say and raise your pinky towards him. He curls around it. “I promise.” 

“Good. By the way, you’re it now.” 

“I’ll get you back when I see you again!” he chuckles. You bid your goodbyes, unaware that it would mark the unforeseen conclusion. 

Leaves crunch under your feet as you make your leisurely traverse to Liyue Harbor. It’s just before sunrise and you finished helping the elderly in Qingce Village carry copious amounts of heavy produce to their homes. The thankful candies from seniors' jingle in your pocket as you stretch your weary arms. Your mom offered to cook, but you're determined to locate the best commissions Katheryne had before afternoon. “Maybe I’ll pick up some rice buns” you think out loud at the rumble of your growing appetite. You still had a long way to go before you got to the harbor. 

This was your new normal. After your thundering battle with Ningguang and Keqing against Osial, you became an example of Liyue’s triumph. You also became more aware of Fatui tactics, wiping out their swarms with the raging fury of your pneuma and swinging vision. Days of grueling bloodshed resulted in your victory, cementing you as the lionheart of Liyue. Beat up and bruised, the only request you made after your fight was a hot meal and a place for your mom to retire. They delivered both, and you used your recent hero status to provide help to the villagers where needed, be it casual favors or ruthless assault on Fatui agents. You were neither rich nor poor, and lived off the land and kindness of the Liyue Qixing. They often suggested you focus on less mundane tasks, but to you, the most vulnerable age groups warranted priority. There was something about the lighthearted innocent squeals of children and mellow grandparents rocking in their wooden chairs that made you protective to an almost volatile extent. 

Bustling interactions of trade and commerce carry through the wind as you enter the harbor—a sound that’s brought you peace for years. The smell of food vendors has you drooling instantly. As you devour the complimentary rice bun, you feel the yank of a little hand on your skirt. You look down and a boy with brown hair searches for familiarity in your face. You recognize him, babysitting him numerous times. You kneel and pat his head, but he doesn’t react or move.  

“Hey, what’s up? Where are your parents?” you question, briefly scanning your immediate area for his family. He’s hesitant to speak, as if he can’t find the panicked words, and rushes into your arms. You hug him instinctively and let him sniffle into your shoulder. You pick him up in your grasp and raise his head with your other hand so that he’ll hopefully be open to your compassion.  

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” The boy wipes his chubby tomato-red face. “Grandma is on the floor, what do I do?” You quell your rising nerves to suppress his alarm and speak calmly.  

“Where is she?” 

Speed walking towards the destination, the commotion of a small crowd surrounds a kneeling woman in the distance. She’s on her sun-spotted hands and knees, wailing for some bygone Archon. “Grandma!” he yells and jumps out of your arms. You run after him, relieved that the worst case scenario hadn’t occurred. You push through the group and get eye level with her, forehead pressed to the ground spouting religious scripture. 

“Are you okay? Do you need medical assistance?” Wise sunken eyes wrinkled with age and torn by tragedy stick to your heart. Her feeble hands encapsulate yours, and tears stream down her cheeks. “They took my baby!” she rasps, rocking back and forth. “Who did?” you ask, and she weeps harder. “They took her memory...my baby, my daughter!” You support her weight and lift her hunched figure off the pavement. “What did they look like, ma’am?” 

“A black hood...red mask” she recalls shakily. Instantly miscellaneous chatter ensues. They whisper nervously in each other's ears, he who shall not be named steals their voices. “Fatui probably got ‘er” you hear the mumble of one. Fatui. Your blood boils at the word, and you direct your view to the shrinking man with hands in his pockets. “‘He’ got all of us” he scoffs. “Did they hurt you guys, too?” you ask, and they stare. They’re pained but accepting.  

“500,000 mora.”  

“194,000 for me.” 

They list off their debt one by one, and you’re horrified at the accumulating number. They seem to endure, however; no longer phased by the incurable tally haunting their lives. “H-how are you paying any of this?” 

“We can’t. It adds up. Interest, late payments, it always does. So, we give everything, and ‘he’ takes everything, until we have nothing left. We die poor without a possession to our name” a woman sighs. As a child, you heard of the loan sharks that purposely fed false promises to the poor, and once they were reeled in, charged insurmountable payments to blackmail—it was the origin story of most people in your birthplace. Your soul aches for them, but is there anything you can do? 

“...I’ll help you, all of you. I’m sure I can-” 

Ningguang arrives. She's a nurturing figure to you, the kind that asks if you’ve been eating well and politely scolds you.  “What happened?” You lead the tired elder to the Jade Chamber, and she tells her story through choked sobs. You didn’t expect Keqing to already be there, arms folded and turned away from the situation. Ningguang can barely glance at the woman. 

“They stormed my home and took my jewelry and belongings. They took the pendant my daughter gave me; it had her face in it. Archons give me strength, my baby! I can’t afford it; I have nothing!” she quakes. You rub her back and Ningguang nods, listening—you can’t help but notice the anxiety blooming on her abstracted face. They take her through the process and once she leaves, Ningguang and Keqing look at each other with a silent understanding. The room is eerily quiet, and Ningguang paces back and forth in front of the intel wall contemplating an uncertain danger. You fumble with your thumbs. 

“What are we going to do about this?” you wonder. Keqing clears her throat loudly, attracting the attention of Ningguang. She looks at you, and sighs deeply. “We already know about this issue.” 

Your ears perk up. “Great, so how can I help?” 

“By doing nothing, (Y/N)” Keqing says. 

“...What?” 

“I have eyes everywhere; I’ve known for a long time. The Fatui are not people to be taken lightly, especially the harbingers. A few of their skirmishers were caught trading exotic goods and taxing medicine at high prices, on top of extorting the impoverished regions.” Ningguang points to one of the many Fatui exclusive headquarters on the wall. “Pantalone is the richest man in Teyvat, he has more political influence than anyone can imagine, and they answer to him. We can’t risk getting involved with this. They’ve brought this upon themselves, and unfortunately, they must deal with the consequences.” 

You can’t accept this response. How can they just desert them? It doesn’t comprehend in your naïvity—you scold yourself for not spotting the signs sooner, furrowing your brows and looking at them with distaste. “I expected this. You shouldn’t have said anything” Keqing chides. “...Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped before-” 

“You’re the last person I wanted to know about this” Ningguang interrupts. Your anger feels misplaced, and you bite your lip in restraint. She sits next to you and offers fleeting comfort with a graceful hand on yours. “You’re quite the reactionary type. In due time, this will be sorted. But right now, I need you to calm down, and trust me.” It sounds desperate, you know you shouldn’t go looking for answers, but a snagging thread pulls at the back of your consciousness, all too convincing. You bounce your leg. “You should want revenge just as much as me. Where we came from, where they end up, it isn’t fair.”  

“You know I do, more than anything. But we must handle this with care, before too many people get hurt. I’m doing this for the betterment of Liyue as a whole. It’s not easy to make these decisions.” 

“We can’t just go around serving justice, there’s laws we have to act with” Keqing adds. You don’t reply and stand up abruptly to leave. The worried Tianquan grabs your wrist one last time. “Promise me you won’t make a mistake, (Y/N). I’m trying to protect you” she pleads. 

“I promise. Thank you.” You flash a half genuine smile, already planning to rebel against her wishes. 

Who exactly is ‘he’—Pantalone. You don’t even know where to start looking. Too many headquarters, infinite possibilities. The best way you have to find him is through Fatui agents.  

You start taking up odd jobs late in the evening, scouring for the possibility that a fatui agent might fall into your hands. Though you considered playing the part of an impoverished villager taking out a loan at Northland Bank, it didn’t guarantee that you’d meet Pantalone in the flesh—it’s more likely that would raise unnecessary suspicion in the process. It’s awkward at first, seeing the hero of Liyue fish on the dock for petty change throughout the night. As you do, the malicious fire in your eyes burns bright at the occasional voice in chill silence. Your vision glows as you toss the hunting knife between your nimble digits. Listening closely to conversations, hoping that one might be unguarded enough to slip up, but nothing of the sort appears—not even the boldness of Fatui skirmishers enables them to divulge secrets under the baleful existence of Celestia.  

The moon illuminates sweetly on the tranquil waters lulling you to drowse. You hadn’t heard much since the start of your escapade. A fishing pole is weak in your resistless hold, and you’ve evidently given up on the idea of portraying the hardworking fisherman tonight. You vowed to help the people of Liyue, but justice was seemingly unfeasible. Maybe a direct approach? Should I ambush their headquarters? More so a suicide mission, you’d have no luck achieving that. Just as you’re about to leave, the crunch of withering grass straightens your posture. You make yourself hidden with a burst of energy and slouch behind the bushes as a Fatui pyro agent charges along the route. Through the glutted leaves obstructing your vision, you can just make out the heavy bag on his shoulder and jagged blade waiting restlessly on the other. His stride points towards Qingce Village. You hold your breath disguising yourself with the scenery and allow him to take a few feet between you before you begin following him. He’s rather shifty, those veiled eyes darting back and forth at the lightest noise. You’re careful to glide behind trees, moving with the heartbeat of the wind and taking advantage of the various melody's nature offers. You suck in a breath and duck behind a boulder a few inches too close, and his head snaps in your direction. The feeling of being watched besets him, but with no way to prove it and time running out, he secures his knife for the hypothetical ambush, and makes haste towards the target. Turning a tree, you watch as the pyro wielder knocks on the house of a small worn cottage. A short stocky man appears, shading half his body behind the door. 

“H-hello...” you hear faintly. The Fatui keeps his hand firm on the door, one boot propped under the hinge. He presents the flaming knife loosely as he towers over the man. “We’ve given you time.” You were sure now that he's working for Pantalone.  

“I don’t have it. P-please, if you could just give me some more-” He slams his fist against the wood, a resounding thump shakes the home. The man cowers. “Give me everything you have. The Regrator won’t wait any long-” 

A small rock flies past his mask, skidding on the ground until it comes to a stop. He glares in the direction of the tree you’re hiding behind. You have no plan, nothing but the distracting impulse to stop the assailant from attacking. “Stay here” he commands, and stalks towards you. His slow footsteps get increasingly louder, playful stomps toying with your obvious whereabouts. He twirls the razor-sharp knife, and as he sharply peeks around the corner, you’re nowhere to be found. “Here, kitty kitty” he taunts, spinning towards the lake, then the village grounds for footprints. He severs the air aimlessly in mirth, believing some amateur fighter came to challenge him. As he monitors the tracks under you, you drop down from the wiry branches. Legs wrap tight around his neck, and you catch hold of his hood trying to pull his mask off. He gags but he’s too quick, throwing off your steadiness as he slams your spine on the grass. He whips around to take a stab at your chest, but you roll away guarding the vital arteries. You kick him in the crotch, and he recoils giving you ample time to stand.  

You can’t feel the wet laceration dripping down your abdomen as you take a slash at his throat with your weapon, infused with elemental energy. He leans back and meets your strike. You trade blows, the strength of your smite bursting sparks of light above the scratches and bruises. Your wrist burns with the unmoving knives stumbling you. He begins to manifest blazing knives circling his figure, and you jump back from the singing cut melting the cloth. You wipe the dried blood from your mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he disappears. Suddenly, red auras similar to the pyro agent surround you. One by one, the clones charge at you, and you parry their overhead onslaught. Something is different about the last clone, your vision revealing a brighter outline than the others. When the next clone attacks, as you counter you pretend to fall for his trick. With your eyes on the other, he immediately passes through the black fog to deal the killing blow. You’re quicker this time and heave a heavy tear into his chest. Crimson splatters the grass, it shatters his element and rips open the robe. You tackle him on the dirt and wrestle until you kick his weapon away. Your knee digs into his back, and he can barely breathe with his arm locked behind him and knife rigid against his neck. He ttempts to swing at you, but you wrench his arm tighter and slice into his skin just enough to draw blood. 

“Fuck. Okay!” he wheezes. “Where is Pantalone?”  

“I don’t know what you’re- shit!” You’ve lost patience long ago and twist his arm to dislocate the shoulder. He lets out a blood curdling scream thrashing in pain—you tug hard and focus him. “Shut up and answer my question. Where is Pantalone?” you demand. He hisses in pain and coughs up phlegm mixing with reddening soil. “Kill me.” 

“Just tell me and I’ll let you go.” 

“I’m a dead man, either way.” he rasps and hangs his head waiting for the execution. You grit your teeth; a drop of guilt leaves a bad taste as you thwack the pressure point on his neck that forces him unconscious. You glance at the bag he left and limp over to rummage through the contents. Useless papers crumple under stolen items, but one note catches your eye. Presumably a to-do list, you read to the bottom. A list of homes, goods on standby exchanges—at the bottom of those, a rendezvous point: 

Report back- Yilong Bank, Liyue 

You rest in a plot of prickly bushes and leave in the morning after patching yourself up. You couldn’t stop now, not when you were this close to facing him. You soothe your body from the twigs prodding you all night, and check the wound suppressed by gauze. It’s a light scar now, apparent after bathing in the warm water on the outskirts of Qingce. You contemplated telling Ningguang about what occurred, but imagining the look on her face once she knew kept you moving. 

Tucking your vision where it can’t be viewed, you take a waverider to Yilong Port into the afternoon. You concoct a half-baked scheme, one that relies on every scenario being perfect to a tee. Unreliable, but probably your only chance. The plan amounts to scaling the building and breaking in through the office window, snatching everything owned by the villagers and breaking out before anyone notices. Easy in your capabilities, but you have no idea what the building looks like, nor do you know where the office is. The man driving wears all black, an outfit that stands out from the rest of the region. He stares at you blankly, and once you’re aware, you meet eyes. His smile is uncanny, stretching across his face with an abnormal friendliness. 

“Is this your first time at the port?” he asks, finger tapping the wheel. Be it sleep deprivation or ignorance; you don’t recognize red flags in his behavior.  You smile at the courteous face. “Yeah, the weather’s beautiful out here.” 

“Mhm, hot weather up here. On vacation?” 

“Nah, I have business here.” The minuscule edge of your vision catches in the light. He homes in on the passing twinkle. You wonder why his eyes widen momentarily, and his finger starts to tap methodically, as if memorizing a coded pattern. 

“Business...what kind?” 

“Oh...I have some items to trade.” You close off your answers feeling that you’ve said too much. He subsides with a stale expression. “If you’re looking to trade, you might find luck at Yilong Bank” he utters monotonously.  

“And where is that?” You feign disinterest, but victory is too loud on your tongue. 

“Up the mountain.” The waverider halts at the harbor, and he turns his head away from you unusually cold, akin to a mechanical bot shutting down. “Welcome to Yilong Port.” 

You make yourself invisible in the crowd and wait for nightfall. People still roam the port along with Fatui monitoring the front of the bank, which gives you leeway to blend in as you find passage around the back of the mountain. It’s a steep, dark incline jutted with irregular jagged stones. The imposing size of the climb tangles knots in your stomach, and you wipe the persistent sweat on your top. In one huge leap, you latch onto a craggy indent, and begin your ascension. 

Your legs feel like jelly with each contact of the unforgiving breeze. You sway alongside the spirit of anemo and swallow your anxiety before leaping to the next rock. Shoes plant into rock and nails excavate fresh cobble on the next jump. By the time you’ve realized, you’re already up most of the mountain. You tug yourself even with the land as a barreling gust of wind goads your glance to the ground, kilometers beneath you. Your breath stills, and for a second dizziness overtakes your nerves at the thought of slipping. I could die, one mistake and I’m dead. You focus, and spring to the next piece. Without warning, rock gives way into pebbles at the weight of your foot. You nearly plunge, but anchor onto the small bump out with one hand. You’re dangling off the edge, playing with death while you fortify your body. Hyperventilation makes your heartbeat thrum incessantly and stress palpitates tired muscles; If you didn't have your vision, you would’ve fainted to your demise. You bite the bullet, push your heels in and persevere through the hurdles. The next thing you clutch is malleable in your palm. You vault over the cliff, the smell of dew is overwhelming. The back of the bank—the end goal—is visible.  

One Fatui member remains in the front. You scale up the building effortlessly, nothing compared to the hell you just went through. Shifting window to window, your eyes land on the pitch-black darkness of the room at the top of the building. An ideal glow casts on the fraction of precious gold resting on a coffee table. This has to be it. You slink through the window soundlessly, and land on the balls of your feet. Analyzing the dish, you don’t discern the pendant. You can faintly identify some bookshelves near the dish, and tiptoe further inside. You creep around luxury sofas, and squint at the embellished glass case next to the door, containing all manner of jewelry and valuable possessions. You won; this was it. You scurry to it, moving with abrupt carelessness. One more step. 

Click 

The fireplace you didn’t heed is set aflame. It flickers sneering shadows on the opposite wall and brightens the case. You pause and hope. There’s a confining silence stirring in the room, like someone is with you. The case is visible now, and so is the key to opening it. 

You fell into a trap. 

“Looks like I have a little thief on my hands.”  

A bittersweet voice in the sable, reminiscent of rich dark chocolate, rolls off the room. He steps out obscurity behind his desk and your eyes adjust, revealing the tight black turtleneck compressing his willowy torso and gloves adorned with silver rings. You can’t see the upper part of his face, but the chains of his glasses hang in front of that duping smile. You expected the Fatui harbinger to be on the stronger side, physically intimidating. It’s not physical, but you feel a certain fear boiling in your body. He’s not terrifying, but you tremble. His presence makes your hair stand and sends waves of goosebumps up your arms. You can’t find the will to move your wobbly legs. His charmed laugh rings in your ears and causes you to hold your breath. He has no vision; you shouldn’t be afraid. You could take him on easily, why can’t you fight? 

“Hello, honored hero of Liyue” the headless man taunts. It makes it worse that he knows who you are. How long had he known you were coming? Was your plan doomed from the beginning? Your feet are stuck in molasses as your fight or flight shuts down at the man before you.  

“Now, tell me. What is the little thief doing, barging into my office to take the possessions I worked so hard for? Not very heroic of you, If I may say.” There’s power in his stature—you forget how to speak. He holds his palm out to you. Tangled between his fingers, is the ornate golden pendant you’d been searching for, a woman’s face in the frame. Your eyes widen, and the sweet familiar curve of his lips stretches in amusement. 

“Is this what you’re looking for?” The plod of low-heeled boots accompanies unveiled darkness, and you can observe his entirety. Amethyst eyes drunk with an orchid hue pool into your being. Lazy curls brush against his glasses and kiss his porcelain skin. He’s beautiful, a calm enticing rip current that sweeps you with immeasurable pressure before you can pull yourself out. He leans on the desk, observing the chain halfheartedly. If you weren’t careful, you’d mistake the look on his face for genuine kindness; you’d drown, just like he craved. Nonetheless, you can’t shake the emotion his smile grants. 

“Yes. That’s all I need, and I won’t bother you again” you whisper meekly, hoping that he’d let you go with the pendant in a spur of forgiveness. The jest in his eyes says something different. 

“Come get it.”  

Come get it. Your mind begins to piece the man into a stage of your life you’d forgotten. It can’t be him. Memory tells intrusive truth in short flashes. Inky curls spiraling in front of you as you chase. He was consistently miles ahead of you. It was irrelevant how far apart you were; he’d always find you. That big, curving smile for every match he won. Purple eyes glancing back at yours; the same ones that withheld tears when you said goodbye. 

“Come get me!” 

Tears stream down your eyes for the friend you thought you’d never see again. Childhood laughter bleeds into his current cat-like conniving snicker, and you gaze at his face. 

“I... remember you” you choke. He looks up without a smile, perceiving an unexpected thought, and meets your eyes. There’s a hint of affection in the warm smile beaming on his face. “My my, (Y/N). You have quite the memory.” 

You’re motionless, full of something that catches in your lungs. This isn’t the triumph you wanted, and now that you’re face to face you feel powerless. He must’ve known the entire time. Watching you fight and work alone, sending Fatui to roam in Liyue, all done to toy with you. Your lip quivers, swelling in your already deafening heartbeat.  

“How long...” you utter. He inquires with the tilt of his head. 

“How long have you been messing with me?” Your eyes adhere to the floor, pride that won’t permit you to shed misery for Pantalone. He drinks in your resistant frame, the kind he desires to break; perhaps this game of cat and mouse isn’t done, after all. 

“This hurts me too, (Y/N). I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t so…persistent.” Your confusion spills over in shaky, weak huffs. You can’t maintain your composure, and make yourself first to oppose the authoritative man on his own territory. 

“How could you do this to anyone? We grew up poor!” You shout with balling fists. 

“It’s inefficient to dwell on the past” he replies with gentle cadence and languid grace unrepresentative of his cruel tactics. You nearly regret raising your voice. 

“These people are at their wits end and you’re taking advantage of them” you chide. He slowly paces towards you. Pantalone looks down on you from height disparity, but the royal glower pities you, judges worth you can’t see. 

“Driven by emotions, are you that simple? You presumed that if you stormed in here, and professed a touching story, that I would suddenly see the error in my methods?” You’re not sure what you’re here for anymore or why you haven’t left yet. Subconscious urges can't determine if they should slap or hug the man inching towards you. “I simply enforce contracts and exchanges. No one can be swindled by a debt accreted on their own.” 

“No one asks to be poor either” you interject. Pantalone’s a foot away from you now, analyzing your reactions to his personal entertainment. He recalls the blurry past—the pranks you pulled together that ultimately failed from your loud hurried sneakiness tripping to alert the farmers, helping out for loose change so that you’d split a snack between each other that wasn’t big enough to share, gazing at the twinkling night imagining a distant future—you changed and stayed the same, but he keeps wanting more.  

“Weigh the odds. They either die impoverished or live by passage of loans. I merely provide a service. Does that make me so cruel?” You can’t find an answer. 

“You’ll always be my friend, but I need it back. It can’t be much to forgive someone’s debt” you plead.  

“You still consider me a friend?” 

“I think…you’re hurt. And you’re trying to heal. We all are. I know I’ve dealt with a lot as I’ve gotten older and I think you have, too. Power corrupts even the best people in this world, so maybe you’re not a bad person. But you’re doing bad things, and this isn’t the right way to get better.” 

Pantalone is quiet for a few long moments. His hands web his face, but you can clearly see the pearly fangs in his open-mouthed smirk. Then he laughs—dulcet and mocking, it lingers for too long as he throws his head back and relishes the obtuse notion. He gazes with insulting compassion and stalks towards you. 

“Incredibly…. gullible. Mora is the pathway to all endeavors. Devoid of gnosis or divine knowledge, wealth has rendered me impervious to control. Suffering and destitution only manifest if I will it. I am the guise of a false god, an emblem of achievement.” It’s borderline delusional the way he regards himself, arms moving in theatric grandeur, the star of his own opera. 

“Does that make you feel good? Stepping on the backs of the community that raised you, and abandoning them because they chose not to be influenced by greed?” Pantalone towers over you. His fingers brush light against your sensitive ears, trail to your clenched jaw, and finally cup your frustrated cheeks with the cradle of a long-lost lover. 

“It does, in fact. I’m not easily swayed by ridiculous optimism, that’s why I’m at the top. You’ve devoted your blood and tears to a region that will succumb to adversity in your absence. Is that not a pointless feat?” 

“So what? That doesn’t mean we just don’t help people. You have nothing without the Fatui, you’re a pawn just like the others” you retort. He brings his lips close to the shell of your ear, and his breath hot on the untouched skin drags a tingle up your spine. 

“And what do you know about the Fatui?” he whispers. 

“I know enough. You’re all disgusting.” He huffs out his nose. 

“Disgusting isn’t the right word. I’d say...opportunists.” Pantalone backs up, sliding his hand up your chin and tilting your attention to the intense glint. “But you’re clever, I’ll give you that. If only you were clever enough to know your place.” You'd forgotten you were acting out of line. You refocus your mindset to negotiation. 

“I’ll do anything you ask for the debt. Please, just give it back.” The word “anything” evokes a malicious yearning—so forthcoming without understanding the implications of “anything”, of eternity. He caresses your cheek. 

“Anything, hm? Even if I said to give up being a hero for good? Would you still call yourself a heroic traveler if you weren’t allowed to travel or adventure as you please?” he teases. Your mouth opens to refute, but you bite your bottom lip instead. Pantalone walks back to his desk and leans while dangling the golden chain. Now that he’s far, the invading space between you two shows how insignificant you are in this luxury palace. 

“Your resolve moves me. Consider this; make an exchange with me, and I’ll guarantee not only her debt, but the debt of all residents in Liyue forgiven” Your face instantly lights up, ready to accept it without thinking. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

“In exchange for regional loan forgiveness, I want you.” 

“...What?” 

“I want everything you have. It’s the fairest exchange I can make. Your obedience, your loyalty, and your body.”  

The choice turns in your frontal lobe. You can’t fathom giving yourself to a man, let alone a Fatui harbinger. It’s unbecoming of a hero to lie with the enemy. 

“Absolutely not” you assure. 

“Alright. Then allow their village to be reduced to nothing.” No, wait. “You may leave. However, if you do, you’ll cause great misfortune to that woman and her struggling family” You play into his covet so smoothly as you stand in the center of the room, reluctant to leave.  

“I’m not a complete monster, so I’ll give you 5 seconds to make a choice.” He sways the pendant in his hand like the transient time of an hourglass. 5 seconds, all you have to sign your life away. 

“4.”  

What if no one ever sees you again? What’s the point of sacrificing your happiness and freedom, are the people of Liyue truly worth it? 

“3.” 

You could threaten him, take him hostage so that a harbinger might bow to your demands. That, or they kill you, and the village suffers anyway. 

“2.” 

You think of your graying mom, the sweet boy with his chubby red face who cries over the smallest things, the grateful elders that give you candy after every good deed, Ningguang and Keqing stressing over the next financial impact. 

“1.” 

“I’ll do it.”  

Pantalone swings the chain into his palm, an undefeated smug overbearing as he sets it on the desk. There was never a point in resisting; he always got what he wanted, no matter how long it took to achieve it. He waited months—no, years—to get you in this exact moment. There’s a daunting beguiling charm in the way he closes the gap between you two. You glare at him; a temper common people would dread shooting. He assesses the pending punishment and lowers himself eye-level. He grins, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“I can see the defiance in your eyes. Do you want to talk back? Go ahead, challenge me.” You don’t test this scenario and turn your head. “Don’t patronize me. Get it over with, ‘Pantalone’.” 

He quirks an eyebrow, and pliable flesh strains your teeth as your face is gripped rough by satiny leather. You’re twisted sharply to the calm expression—it humbles you. 

“That’s not how you address your superior. What should you call me?” You don’t answer promptly to his liking, and he tightens his grip. “Answer me properly, darling.” 

“...Sir.” Pantalone plants a sickly sugary kiss on your forehead, the kind that makes you forget how petrifying he can be, and lets you go.  

“Good.” He walks back to the desk and sits in the onyx chair embellished with silver jewels fit for a king. His chin rests on bridging hands. “Strip.” 

You don’t move, your heart hammers in your chest at the request and you stir uncomfortably. You have no experience with sexual gratification, let alone exposing yourself to an old friend.  

“(Y/N). Don’t make me say it again.” Keen agitation in his voice serves as a final warning. He eats you with his eyes, homed in on your hands clumsily snaking the top over your head. A glimpse of the scar you received during your fight with the Fatui captures him. He takes a mental entry, for an explanation that might justify why the agent suddenly goes missing. You were generally too busy to look in the mirror or analyze your assets, and pleasure was a removed afterthought—so the hungry fervor warming your skin and permeating the room clamped your thighs shut. You’re visibly flustered and nervous fumbling with the clasps on your bra while stabilizing your anxiety, and he delights in every second of the accidental strip tease. It feels like fresh meat introduced to a savage animal, and the instant your bra omes off, a new vulnerability coils in your gut. You move to your bottoms; the sheen of sweat polishes your plush thighs to wiggle out of them. You’re left in nothing but tantalizing panties hugging you in the right places. His eyes undress and redress you, tracing up and down the perk of your nipples, tempting fullness of your thighs, each unseen curve and perfect imperfect mark on your glistening body. He lets out a deep breath to stop himself from jumping over the table and taking you right there. 

“The underwear. Take it off” he says, an undertone of lust. You shimmy the fabric off and fully expose yourself. You impulsively cover your intimate parts and avert your eyes, but you can still feel Pantalone on you, ravaging you. He doesn’t bother telling you to put your arms at your sides, your bashfulness combined with an attempt at stoicism is comical. 

“Ah, the little thief is trying to act tough. That's cute” Pantalone teases and leans back in the chair. Manspreading, he pats his thigh. “Crawl.”  

He’s hellbent on shaming the defiance out of you. It’s a vile command, but you begrudgingly drop to your hands and knees. You drag your chaffed knees on wood, balancing like a newborn fawn adjusting to its legs. It’s humiliating and downright degrading; the cold floor fails at cooling your burning fever. You’re on the verge of tears, but Pantalone can’t help but smile. You get around the desk and look up at him, waiting for the next horrible thing he’ll have you do. “Unfortunately, the stunt you pulled impeded my paperwork. Be a good thing and sit on my lap until I’m done.” A “thing”—that’s all you were now, a shiny trophy meant to be ogled at but never taken seriously, used and thrown away. You stand off your scraped raw knees and straddle his thigh, hands balancing the leg so you don’t fall. 

And Pantalone starts to work. Working as if you’re not there, filling in the spaces on his documents. For some reason, it’s more demeaning this way, you truly are just a prize. One hand dances beautiful penmanship in masterful motions on embossed paper, the other fondles and explores your being. The gloves brush down your delicate spine, nonsensical shapes drawn on your lower back that make you shiver and pool heat in places you’ve never thought of. You’ve never been touched like this, it’s needles light on your skin. They move to your stomach, pleasant circles above the pelvis that threaten to go lower. He’s careful to trail his hand up your cleavage and behind your neck, neglect your hardening nipples and repeat the process over and over. He’s painstakingly slow, savoring the dazed arch of your back, massaging your inner thighs and dragging the sleek material over your rear.

Middle and index sweep across your lips, pulling your bottom lip to reveal teeth, and prods your mouth. Pantalone’s fingers are invasive, they exploit your gums and twirl around the squishy tongue molding to his appetite. He plays with the pink mass, and it fills you like a kiss. He’s everywhere and he hasn’t looked at you once. You hate it, the kind elegance and refinement of his technique that makes every calculated word and action reek of opulence. Yet, arousal pools on the surface, sticking to your labia and clouding your drowsy mind. It’s an extreme ache that doesn’t go away from cold showers or shrugging off like you usually would. You can’t remember what you did today, yesterday, or the day before that. The sensation of him consumes you and persists in spots he left. He smells of expensive cologne, hints of heady wood and sage. You’re lucky his fingers are in your mouth, or piteous moans would spill out of you. Flat on his thigh, the subtle jolts of his leg rub against your hypersensitive clit and set your nerves on fire. Throbbing swells in your core, and you struggle to stay stiff as your hips stutter.  

Pantalone knows exactly what he’s doing. Your labored pants sound like saintly melody while you writhe on his lap. The fabric goads your pulsing pussy, and you hang your head in embarrassment of the juices soaking your thighs and his. He’s surprised you have strength left to withstand the itch. You do your best to hover above it, trailing thick strings of slick. “There’s no need to pretend you don’t like this. Just give yourself to me” he whispers. And it’s so enticing, an invitation that might let you come if you ask. However, remnants of pride cling to your melting resolve, you can’t give in yet. He takes the fingers out and presses on your nipple, flicking the bud. You can’t hold the mewl, and he snickers.  

“So indignant for the hero of Liyue, to be on a harbingers lap, reduced to a pretty pet.” Your ears tune out the insults. The damp gloves pull and pinch your puffy nipples, then knead to soothe the pain. He does the same to the other, switching between both as he feels you squirm.  

He works on the last few pages. Piles upon piles of reports and records—they detail the deaths, or “suicides”, of clients who’d disappeared mysteriously after extended absence of payments for millions of mora, people who dared go against the Regrator. Unruly, uncooperative clients that take advantage of fair exchange, and pay the price for it. 

Your arms get tired, and you settle on him again. Pantalone starts to softly bounce his leg, enough for you to notice the friction on your clit. It’s too much, you can’t take it anymore, and start to rut your hips on his thigh. You look messy, smearing your essence on those overpriced slacks and biting back your moans. Pleasure flows in your veins, and you give up. His cock throbs nonstop, print stealing space in his pants. “Did you believe I wouldn’t catch you? You’re not sneaky enough. You’re not good enough," he taunts from the corner of his eye. You hump his leg like a desperate bunny, chasing the addictive high.  

“Nasty slut, fucking your hips on a man you barely remember.” He moves his hands to your clit and replaces the slacks with slippery leather. You grind on it harder and hold your moans. More, more, more. He coats it in the mess and finally diverts his attention to you. He teases your entrance gliding vertically on your vulva before pushing one finger in. It hurts at first, but your walls hug him eagerly, pulling it deeper. He coaxes it to take another and starts scissoring your gushy walls.  

“I’ll devour you. I’ll inscribe my name upon every surface of your physique until it adorns your lips, and I’m the only thing that remains.” Pantalone starts pumping rhythmically, tormenting, poking everywhere but your g-spot. Gloss drips down his knuckles and glazes his rings. 

“S-sir please, s’too much” you whimper, mustering up an ineffective stable voice. “Hmm? Can you hear the lewd sounds you’re making?” Loud squelches sing from him fucking your insides. Each time you try to speak, he elicits another moan. 

“M-my sto-mach hurtss” you whine. He holds your waist in place with the other hand and continues the assault. “I know, it hurts? Would you like me to alleviate the pain?” he coos. You nod fast. 

“Hold it in. You ask for permission every time you’re close, do you understand?” You don’t reply and try to angle your body to get more contact. You make the mistake of guiding yourself to your clit and earn a harsh stinging slap on your hand. “Don’t touch what’s mine” he orders. You’re frustrated and he’s doing it on purpose, it’s entirely too hot where pleasure and pain blur. “N-not yours” you stammer, and he stops. He pulls out your warmth and you whine from loss of pressure. Looking at him, there's no smile, and the irritation on his face makes your heart drop. You're really in for it. 

Without delay, your stomach flies over one of the chair arms, and you hold onto it for dear life. It presses firm on your ribs, and he slants your ass to the air. “You have courage, speaking back to me” he says. He pulls his gloves off and hurls them. They’re lovely, the silken soft hands of a man who hadn't lifted a finger through combat a day in his life. They sink into your sex, and you moan out for him. The other winds back, and you feel the palm hit brutally on your unsuspecting backside. Crack. It echoes in the room, and you almost fly forward. 

“Disrespectful.” Crack. He keeps pumping through it, and tears collect in your lashes. 

“Disobedient.” Crack. There’s blood rushing to your head, and violent smacks make your pussy flutter and ass ripple; his control won’t give you adequate touch.  

“Little.” Crack. Every time he feels you getting there, he pauses. A masochistic pleasure whirls innermost. 

“Brat.” Crack. Both cheeks are a sore fiery color and beginning to welt, but he resumes. You’re drenching his palm, sobbing from prolonged edging and Pantalone laughs. “Pfft, you’re crying? Too embarrassed to beg? Perhaps I’ll give you what you want, if you grovel hard enough, darling.” An incoherent orchestra of please’s mesh with broken moans. “Sir m’sorry. Wan’ it so bad, p-please!” you mumble. There’s no dignity on your lips, no residue of the hero you once were. Drunken ardor floods your short-circuiting brain. 

“Oh, what do you say? You want it? Is that it? I'll let you have it... but only if you say it loud and clear for me” he croons. He winds his fingers in a come-hither gesture that licks your core. 

“Please...I won’t misbehave again!” He spreads your ass apart and watches your hole pucker from lining the brink. 

“I’m not sure I want to give it to you now. It's a lot more enjoyable watching you squirm and beg.” 

“’M yours, sir. Please give it to me. I’ll be s’good, promise!” you mewl. You’re so pathetic, it’s endearing. He simpers and maneuvers impossibly fast while gyrating your clit. “How humiliating. You’ve satisfied me.” Your eyes roll back, and you dissolve in pure euphoria. There’s black dots in your vision, and it doesn’t stop as he starts torturing your overstimulated clit with the pad of his thumb. Your tears only encourage him. You jerk and spasm, but he moves where you move with insistent skill. “T-too m-” 

“Aww, what’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted, where are your manners?” Pantalone pulls out and delivers staggering mean swats to your pussy, and you recoil. “Say thank you” he demands. 

“Thank you, sir.” He hums and picks you up in his arms. Before color can return to your numb cells, he lays you on the desk. You watch him pull his shirt up to his pecs with haste and uncover the lean skinny midsection. Unzipping his pants, he unsheathes his leaking thumping erection. Even his dick is pretty, it curves upwards and shades a starving dusty pink past the thin strip of tissue on the underside of his bulbous tip. Composure thinning, a bead of pre come runs down his tip at the sight of provocation sluicing your ass and thighs. His glasses plunge down his neck, body blushed wildly, but he doesn’t care. Pantalone slides between your labia and groans at the sound. Engulfing the tip in awaiting velvet warmth, “You’re so good for me, hm?” he sighs. You embrace him, delicious searing stretch of your walls forming to his cock. Your orgasm builds just from your body accommodating the size. He places your hands on your calves and holds them at your sides. He slips out, and in one swoop, drives into you. His heavy balls smack against your ass as he thrusts frenetically in the gooey grip he’d been waiting for, stalking and spying for. He digs crescent shapes in your waist and uses you to his abundance. The desk base creaks and grinds on abrading wood and obituaries float to the floor with overturned calligraphy ink from the unrelenting momentum. You throw your head back and indulge the carnal lust washing over you both. 

“You’ll never see anyone ever again. Fuck- you’re mine, and mine alone. You’re nothing but a come dump, your purpose is to please me, hah, until I say it’s over” his voice is unexpectedly deprived and weighty with vulgar whimpers. Pantalone eyes your neck and encapsulates it in his slender hand. He clenches tight and releases in sporadic bursts that have you seizing around him. For a split second there’s the image of you—exorbitant pearled collar wrapped around your throat, with “Pantalone” inscribed in bedazzled letters—and he loses it. He swipes your clit rapidly and feeds you deep strokes; you’ll definitely die. You speak, but it’s unintelligible rambling. 

“Use your words” he lilts, squeezing your airflow taut. “C-can I, sir, please?” 

“You’ll do it on my command.” Pantalone thrusts frenetically, you can feel him bucking, twitching and quickly approaching his climax. His hips sputter, chanting some mixture of your name and curses under his breath. “You’re so obedient for me, aren’t you? F-fuck, darling, go ahead. Come on my cock.” You permit yourself to surrender, white noise streams in and time slows as you come down his shaft. A creamy ring forms at the hilt of his slaps. You recite “thank you” through wails with the semblance of a follower at the altar of their savior. Then he grabs your face and goes in for a kiss.  

It’s sloppy and misses half your lip, but its doughy attachment mellows your blissed out head. His lips taste like the bitter excess of green tea, and you crane for a better sample. His tongue does things his fingers couldn’t, and swirls around yours in a passionate bruising waltz. Pantalone breaks away, a string of saliva when he frees himself. “Mm, coming. Gonna claim you everywhere” he whimpers. Sweat on his lustered abdomen, he pumps his tender cock before spurting thick hot ropes across your tits and stomach. He paints your vulva with the rest and plunges the tip in your entry so as to not waste the endless globs of white. He tremors inside you until soft, and when some dribbles out he fingers it back inside.  

Afterwards, Pantalone opens one of the drawers on the desk and takes out an embossed loan dismissal form. You can’t read the finer details through hazy eyesight. “It’s already signed, so don’t worry. I won’t deceive you.” He caresses your face in his normal sing-song attitude. “We depart in the morning.” You don’t have a clue where you’re going or how you’ll get there as you drift unconscious. Once you’re asleep, Pantalone shuffles in a different locked drawer. He twiddles the stunning purple geode in his hand, a crystal lined mineral you gave to him years prior. He looks at you, then the druse, and cackles. 

“Mine. Always.” 

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin au #pantalone smut #pantalone #pantalone headcanons #headcanon #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you #pantalone x y/n #genshin impact pantalone

[chilschuck]

— ONLY IF YOU’D LIKE ME TO:

(I COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU.) ♡ chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw, ment. of n//edles (the sewing kind, lol).

꒰ wc: ꒱ 809 words. just a drabble!

꒰ note: ꒱ guys i can’t stop thinking about this repressed-emotions-having-ass man. i wanted to write something with the song “clusterhug” by iDKHOW as inspo. i don’t know if i like this or not, so maybe i’ll delete it later. i took inspiration from the mimic chapter in the manga. sorry if it’s a bit ooc, i just kinda let my heart go with this one. i hope you enjoy!

Little things lead up to big ones. In other words, small acts of kindness become forces to be reckoned with. There’s only so much someone can do to brace themselves for the impact of falling in love, which Chilchuck had learned the hard way. His efforts to keep work and private life separate were not enough. Despite his measures at bracing himself, the problem seemed to somehow build itself into something he just couldn’t fight; something he knows he’s not skilled at.

Your touch, so gentle when handling his wounds compared to others, was the first hit to his willpower. Chilchuck was used to leading and making sure others were safe in their steps, but even then he felt he couldn’t hold a candle to you. If there’s one thing you did for the party that he considered your skill, it was being a source of light. A source of delicate touches in which he had forgotten he craved.

Chilchuck believes he could blame this all on that single encounter with that mimic. You had beat Marcille to him, immediately dropping to your knees and making sure he was safe. The cut on his cheek was handled easily with delicate touches and small tuts under your breath. “I’m sorry,” he heard you murmur. “Someone should’ve gone with you.” The cloth in your hand did not bring as much relief to his wounds as your presence seemed to.

Later, he had tried to distract himself by mending his clothes, stitching the rifts in the fabric with precise hands. It was best to stay focused and squander any emotions he considered useless. The greater the attempt, though, the harder it came back to bite him in the ass. This was only one of many things he had to learn the hard way.

“Your stitches are really neat,” You had commented in that gentle voice of yours, the same pitch you always spoke in. It wasn’t syrupy sweet, but delicate in ways he couldn’t understand. It wrapped around his brain and inched into his chest. “It’s entrancing to watch you work.”

I could say the same about you, he could say. He pictured your bashful smile. Chilchuck reminded himself to breathe. You’re entrancing in ways I can’t explain.

There was something about your gaze that made him feel like the room rose in temperature. Rolling his shoulders, he flicked his eyes up to yours.

“Just something I had to learn.”

Just like the fact that you were winding your way around his heart. Could he even begin to comprehend what you were doing to him, what you were making him feel? The depth at which you were breaking his walls down scared him. Even the thought that maybe, just maybe, you reserved those sweet looks just for him sent him over the edge.

“You should teach me one day.” You whispered.

Only if you’d like me too. He could mumble back instantly. You waited patiently, smiling at him. He swallowed.

“Yeah, sure. Here.”

His fingers brushed against yours, the green fabric resting in your hands. Chilchuck held the needle, watching the thread cascade before setting it into your palm.

“I can teach you.”

Gods, don’t look at him like that. Don’t ever beam like that, not when he’s so close and looking over your shoulder as you thread the needle.

“There, now pull it through. Make sure the stitch isn’t loose.” You did as he asked, waiting for his next instruction. When you lit up at the progress, the rip shrinking in the scarf, he couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe while you’re at it, you could stitch up the rifts in his heart he let grow. He knew if anyone could, it’d be you. But before he knew it, you had repaired the hole, holding it up proudly.

“Thank you, Chilchuck! Now I can help next time, too.” You folded it, placing it into his hands. He felt his ears burn. There was something about how thankful you were to everyone, him included. Another shot to his willpower. It’s not like he really even did anything… It’s something anyone could learn.

Even then, as your attention was called upon by Marcille, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Gaze locked on the fabric in his hands, he let himself get lost in thought while you watched Senshi and Laios prepare the next meal. If you kept shining so bright like that, he’d have no choice but to fall in love with you. There’s only so much kindness he could handle from you. You were giving him no choice but to swallow his pride and reconsider everything he knew about living a double life like this. Could he really make you happy?

Only if you’d like him to, he let his heart say. Whether or not he would listen is for time to tell. He could fall in love with you.

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿 #dividers by cafekitsune #oughhhhhhhh my god. #posting this is making me nervous LOL #idk if i like it or not #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader #dunmeshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #going to go sit in the corner now #goodbye…..

[arealphrooblem]

Mutually Assured Destruction

Snyopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian can sense other people's powers through auras but hides this ability. They are terrified of the most boring person at their office job, who hides the most powerful aura Civilian has ever felt.

Being the first person out the door undoubtedly did Civilian no favors to their work reputation. 

Anytime someone joked about it, often with an edge, Civilian would make excuses:  their dog needed let out (they didn’t have a dog),  they had to get to the bank before it closed (they use their banking app 90 percent of the time), they liked having a work/life balance (that one’s true). 

The real reason, of course, was to avoid any encounters with them.  Their newest colleague -- Jonathan Anderson. A bland, forgetful name for a bland, forgetful person. He arrived two months ago in her data entry division, dressed everyday in the same unremarkable navy suit with a grey tie, gave generic responses to small talk at lunch. 

And he scared the shit out of them. 

Luckily for Civilian, their paths didn’t cross that often and when they would, Civilian had found ways to neatly side step them -- emails instead of face to face conversations, calling in favors, and once, even taking a sick day to avoid a meeting. 

It worked great -- until it didn’t. 

The elevator descended at an agonizing snail’s pace. Civilian stood in the back, gripping the railing behind them with a sweaty hand and tried to breathe slowly and evenly. 

 The only other person in the elevator with them -- and the only other person in the building -- was Jonathan Anderson. Because of course he would be working late the one time Civilian had a deadline change and a mad scramble to get everything read by tomorrow. 

He stood in front of the buttons, his back to them, plain brown leather briefcase dangling from his hand. To everyone else, he looked harmless. But the sheer power of his aura radiated like the sun. It made Civilian light-headed being in such close contact with it. 

Thirty more seconds, they thought to themselves. That’s all this elevator ride would last. After that Civilian could scurry off to the parking garage and screech out of here. 

29 . . . 28 . . . 27 . . .26 . . . 

The elevator came to a sudden, sickening halt and Civilian’s heart with it. They waited for the emergency alarm to blare, but the elevator stayed eerily silent. 

“Is there . . is there something wrong?” Their voice came out shaky and hoarse. They cleared their throat. 

For a moment Jonathan didn’t respond. Instead he turned around to lean casually against the wall and survey them, his face as bland and unreadable as always. 

“That’s a question I think I should be asking,” he said, adjusting his glasses. 

Instantly their hackles rose.  It took considerable effort to keep the panic from their face, to force their shoulders to relax, to look confused and concerned. 

“What do you mean?”

“You’re afraid of me.”

The truth struck true, lodging itself between their ribs. Civilian swallowed, suddenly dry mouthed, and tried to find the air again. 

“You’ve trapped me in an elevator and you’re bigger than me,�� they pointed out. 

“That is rather nerve-wracking, I’ll admit. It’s almost believable. But this started a long time ago, didn’t it?”

He straightened and took a step towards them. And another. All while speaking in that affable, level tone, as if commenting on the weather.  

 “Since my first day here. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you never shook my hand that day. Or that I don’t notice all the little tricks you pull to avoid me. Yet we’ve never had a negative encounter. You’ve never given me the opportunity to create a bad impression. It’s rather baffling, don’t you think?”

He stopped a safe distance away but close enough to prevent any attempt to escape. Despite being only a couple inches taller than Civilian, they loomed in the small space. 

“So tell me -- how do you know?”

“Know what?” 

It was their only defense, this wide eyed denial.  To pretend they were discomfited by a bizarre encounter with their coworker, rather than straddling the edge of a panic attack while stuck in an elevator with a man who could kill them with a snap of his fingers probably. 

He snorted. “You gave up the ability to be coy when you stepped into this elevator. Please don’t make me ask you again.”

Though he made no threatening movements, the swell of his power spoke for him, the pressure of it nearly suffocating. 

“I can feel it,” Civilian whispers shakily. “Your power. Anyone’s power. They have an -- an aura about them and I can feel how strong it is.”

“So you can tell, instantly, who is and isn’t a powered individual?” he clarified, his focus sharpening like the sun through a magnifying glass. 

They only managed a nod, their throat tight. 

“Fascinating.” 

The hint of awe in his voice would have been flattering if Civilian hadn’t spent so much effort to avoid this kind of attention. 

“And which organization is benefiting from this power? Who is keeping tabs on me?”

“No one,” Civilian said hurriedly. “I haven’t told anyone.”

A wicked smirk spread like slow poison across his face, transforming a visage that no one looked twice at into something terrifying. 

“Do you think I’m as stupid as I pretend to be for work? There is no possibility that any organization would allow someone like you to walk untethered. Now, answer the question before I show you exactly why my aura frightens you so much.”

His hand hovered just over their heart, the beat of which a cacophony in their ears. Nothing happened -- yet. But the anticipation of it, coupled with the fact that Civilian still had no idea what such power was, made their whole body start to tremble. 

“They don’t know about me,” they said, throat tight. “No one knows about me. I’ve kept it a secret my whole life.”

Jonathan still surveyed them with suspicion. “Why? I imagine you would be an extremely valuable asset to them. And those tend to be very well compensated. You expect me to believe you’d rather be a data clerk for a bank?”

A flash of rage breaks through the fog of terror. “My father was an extremely valuable asset. It didn’t stop him from dying an excruciating and unnecessary death. I’m not following in his footsteps.”

For a moment he looked taken aback at this confession before his eyes narrowed in what almost seemed like approval. It emboldened Civilian. 

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here and I don’t want to know. If I tell anyone about you, it will blow my secret too. So just . . . let me stay out of your way?” They swallowed, tongue darting out to moisten cracked lips. “Please?”

For several agonizing seconds he just looked at them, his face blank as printer paper. Civilian tried to meet his eyes, to look trustworthy, but the weight of his flat, calculating stare was too much. Instead, their gaze fell onto his hand, still hovering over their heart, ready to crush them or incinerate them or dissolve them or whatever ungodly thing he could do. 

And then his hand slowly slipped down further between them and flipped up, palm open. 

“What take out do you enjoy?” he asked. 

“ . . .what?”

“It’s a bit late for a restaurant, but I know several takeout places still open this time of night. Do you have a preference?”

It was Civilian’s turn to stare at Jonathan with their brow furrowed. 

“You -- you don’t need to buy me dinner,” they stammered. 

“Of course I do. It’s customary for a date, yes?”

“For a what?” Civilian choked. 

That wicked smirk appeared again, giving life to the void of his neutral expression. 

“You know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“I -- I’m not your enemy!”

“And you will never have the opportunity to be one. I’m ensuring it. And since you refuse to acknowledge my presence here at work,  there is only one other recourse. Now choose or I shall choose for you.”

A date. Dinner. With him. Someone with the strongest aura Civilian had ever encountered. Someone who was definitely planning something illegal. 

“I like tacos,” they said faintly. 

With a wave of his hand, the elevator shuddered back to life and continued it’s gentle decent to the ground floor. 

“Then we shall get tacos,” said Jonathan, taking their hand.

Part Two

#my writing #not a prompt #enemies to lovers #villain x civilian #civilian x villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain

[yuri-is-online]

You, I, and the Wall (Azul, Jade, and Floyd x Yuu)

You lie on the ground taking deep breaths, searching around you for three objects you can name while you try to force your ears to tune into the noises around you. The three boys surrounding you look concerned, almost like you're crying but you can't really bring yourself to care right now. It's not like they care anyway, you think; an upset person is just inconvenient to deal with.

"It's my fault." You try to reassure them with a shaky breath. "I'm the one who made the mistake of feeling safe."

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, heavy angst, SPOILERS FOR CH. 4, specifically how Jamil's UM might make someone feel (as in not good, forcing someone to do stuff they do not want to is not nice). If you like this please check out my masterlist here (x)

Floyd

"I bet you'd rather be talkin to Crabby right now, huh?" Floyd almost sounds self depreciating, there's a haze of tears clouding your judgment that makes him feel a bit safer in his vulnerability. "Sorry I'm all that's here right now." He makes sure to stay just far enough from you that you don't feel like he's crowding your personal space, but close enough that there's a barrier between you and the door the Scarabia students fled through. If those guppies thought there was any sort of excuse for putting you into this state he would accept, well there wasn't. If they thought he had forgotten their faces they had a gigantic storm coming, but he needed to make sure you were alright first. Hurricane's can't start until the eye is calm.

"I tried calling Ace, he didn't answer." Your voice sounds so unlike you, weak and tired. "Same with Deuce."

"Ha, dunno about Mackey but Crabby's definitely scratching at the walls if you told him you're in trouble." He means it, and he hates how he knows it will calm you down. Floyd doesn't like the sidelines, that's where Jade thrives, not him. Being jealous that Ace is calming you down even though he's not here is petty and kind of pathetic. But he can't help it, the way he moves and looks is scary, but surely if he looks at you long enough you'll realize-

"You ain't gotta believe me now," he mumbles to himself, slowly shuffling closer to you, satisfying his urge to squeeze by pinching your cheek, "already knew I was gonna have to work on that, but I don't ever want to see you like this again." Finally you look at him instead of away; you are confused and tired but finally comfortable enough to let your exhaustion put you to sleep. He used to think he loved every face you could make, and he can't say he never wants to see you scared because of how cute you look spooked, but this, this wasn't fun. You'll just have to let him be the only one to scare you from here on out, he thinks, gently picking you up off the ground to take you somewhere more comfortable.

Jade

To be fair, Jade had expected you to try hitting him a lot sooner than this. He also had to admit it was extremely... lovely of you to have enough control over yourself to stop just before landing the blow.

"No fighting in the lounge, that's the rule right?" Your entire body is tense, even as you retract the fist and retreat into yourself, away from the table, away from him. Azul laughs awkwardly while pushing forward in discussing the Scarabia situation, but Jade keeps his eyes on you.

"Of course for a magicless person like yourself there would be no way to resist being hypnotized. Really someone could have given you whatever orders they wanted to and ordered you not to remember-"

In hindsight maybe, compared to some of the other observations he has voiced out loud, that one was a touch harsh.

"I am quite sorry if I caused offense." He says. Still tense, you take in a deep shuddering breath, winding up for something. His hands fold contentedly, wondering if you will try to hit him again. Given his comments, he doesn't mind letting you.

"Fuck off." You sound so small you want to die but the shock that unwinds on his face is somewhat satisfying. He wonders, as you try to walk away again, just how it would feel to be powerless to say no. To be small and alone in a world you don't belong in, forced to do something by someone against your will and then made fun of by someone strikingly similar for not being able to protect yourself.

It's an ugly thought, but he wonders if anyone has ever made you feel this small before, if he is making you feel that small now.

"I did not say what I did to mock you." Jade is surprised by the strength of his conviction, and how little he thinks to blame you if you choose not to forgive him. "If the thought of that person's magic scares you, please stay close to Floyd. He will be able to keep you safe." To his great relief some tension leaves your shoulders, and he dares to risk a step forward. "I should hope this goes without saying, but what happened to you was not your fault, nor was it acceptable."

"You trying to say Octavinelle has a monopoly on exploiting me?" There's an edge to the question that will take time to dull, but your ire seems less pointed at him now.

"I'm suggesting you simply look at our involvement as a form of revenge." He means it, though he knows you are in no position to tell just yet. That's quite alright, he knows himself. He can wait.

Azul

"Please wait!" Azul is surprised you don't break into a sprint, but then you don't slow down or stop either, stubbornly insistent on moving towards Ramshackle Dorm. You allow him to walk next to you, ignoring the huffs of stress in his breath.

"What do you want Azul?" No no no this is all wrong, you compliment his efforts after seeing him at his worst and now you're icing him out? Sure, he knew entertaining the idea you could be friends, genuine ones, was too good to be true but seeing it go up in foam in front of him was still painful.

"What did you mean feeling safe was a mistake?" He knows Jamil, in theory anyway, they're in a complicated place right now. Or maybe always but that's besides the point. There was a reason behind all of this he is sure you will likely find sympathetic enough to forgive, but if you are in this much pain why should you? Not that he has a say in it, but why should he let you?

"What do you want Azul?" You just repeat yourself, nails digging into the palms of your hand in a way that looks so painful he can't stop himself from reaching to pull them towards him. It keeps you from running the next couple feet to the mirror, both of you forced to look at the bleeding dents in your palms in a mixture of shame and remorse. He's too distressed to express himself, moving to firmly hold both of your hands with one of his while the other searches for his magic pen. 'What do yo-"

"A chance." Magic soothes the pain as Azul works to close the admittedly tiny wounds with the same determined focus he shows his studies. "All I have ever wanted is a chance." He doesn't say at what, you get a feeling he doesn't really know what he is asking for right now himself. But with how he refuses to mention payment as he puts away his magic pen, just continues to hold you in place, you think you could maybe eventually understand.

"I'll give you one." You swallow hoarsely, taking away your hands from his as he tries to pretending he didn't memorize their warmth.

"It's a deal then," he means that as a joke you think, but there's a bit of his normal showmanship and pride you find oddly comforting now "I promise you, one is all I'll need."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #also as a side note #i think floyd is the most emotionally intelligent of the trio #which was more or less the thought that spawned whatever this is

[bby-deerling]

birthday cake (zoro x fem!reader)

more zoro fluff, i'm on a roll lately. recently discovered i share a birthday with brook (even though it's currently ages away), and got this silly little idea. wc 1k, zoro bullies sanji. same reader as my other zoro x reader fics!

Though it may not appear so to an outside observer, Zoro hangs onto every word you have ever said, absorbing them all like a sponge.  It scared him at first, worrying he was getting distracted from his training, but over time he figured that singularly focusing on swordsmanship left him with a lot of empty space in his head to fill.  The things you tell him; your poetic musings, all the technical aspects of the paintings you create, your darkest fears, and your eclectic range of knowledge about almost any topic all get filed away in the back of his brain.

His crew often found themselves flabbergasted when Zoro pulled this information to the forefront.  When Chopper wonders aloud how lasers work, he grabs a napkin and sketches diagrams to accompany his explanation that was at least eighty-percent correct.  When Robin comments on the ever developing impressionistic style of your pieces, she is quite amused that he has quite a lot to say about your brushwork as of late, going so far as to compare the way you hold your brush to his grip on his swords; you had stopped choking up so far on your brush at his suggestion to help increase the fluidity of your marks and seen a large amount of improvement in your work as a result.  During the two years he spent on Kuraigana, he drove Perona up a wall whenever he caught her reading a book he recognized and gave her his very strong opinions on the characters that were entirely based on a brief synopsis you had given him.

That’s why it makes him absolutely crazy when he realizes the stupid, shitty cook has forgotten your birthday, one of the most basic, mundane things about you.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Zoro had asked him, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

“Nothing too far out of the ordinary.  I suppose I’ll make a cake despite the fact that Brook can’t really taste it; I know Luffy will want to throw a big party—” Sanji began, before being cut off.

“Moron.  Aren’t you forgetting something?” Zoro asks, voice dropping and laced with venom.

Sanji goes pale white with the realization that you shared a birthday with Brook—he had bought you a gift ages ago and forgotten about it, the exact date vaporizing into thin air.

“I can’t believe you forgot it’s her birthday too, especially after all the nonsense she did for yours last month.  I told her it wasn’t worth it, but she insisted anyways.” Zoro hisses, jaw clenched.

Sanji ignores Zoro’s hostility and begins flipping through recipes, deciding on an elaborate, three tier sponge cake with strawberry flavored icing.

“She doesn’t want that.” Zoro said, staring over his shoulder.

“Remind me what your job is here again, moss-head?” the cook asks, cigarette in his mouth snapping as he bites down on it in frustration.

Zoro goes to the cabinet that harbors his liquor stash and pulls out a small cardboard box he had bought at the last island.  “This is what she wants.  Do you have the special pan for it?”

Sanji examines the box of angel food cake mix and sighs.  “I’m not feeding her cake mix for her birthday, moss-head.  I’ll make one from scratch.” he says, swearing under his breath when he realized how much of a dent it was going to put into the ship’s supply of eggs due to the sheer amount of egg whites required.

“She wants the box mix.  It’s what she grew up having.  If you won’t make it I will.” Zoro insists, pushing the box back towards the cook.  “You know those cookies she likes from that bakery on her home island?  With tons of sugar piled on top?”

Sanji nods.  “I’ve been there. Zeff and I stole the recipe years ago.  It’s really just a basic sugar cookie—"

“They have to be in the shapes of lambs.” Zoro said.  Sanji desperately searches the moss-head’s face for any sign of him not being serious, but he turns up empty.

“Where the hell am I going to get a cookie cutter shaped like a lamb in the middle of the ocean?” Sanji snaps, secretly grateful for Zoro’s assistance but nonetheless vexed by his the swordsman’s demanding tone.

“Dunno, but you better figure it out soon.” Zoro says with a shrug, thoroughly enjoying the emotional turmoil that this entire situation was causing Sanji.  “Ask Usopp or Franky to make one for you, though who knows if they’re willing at this hour.”  Sanji clenches his jaw and nods and picks up a napkin that Zoro has scribbled a rough sketch on, making a mental note to bring it to Usopp later.

As Zoro turns to walk out of the kitchen, Sanji can’t help but throw him one last remark, despite not being in the position to do so. 

“I’m surprised you remembered all this, moss-head.  I thought all that was between your ears was empty space and ear wax.” he says, not looking up from his recipe book.

“You’re surprised I pay attention when she talks?” Zoro asks incredulously.  Sanji sighs, knowing he practically walked into that one, and prepares for another verbal lash.

“I hope I don’t have to tell you her favorite meals too.  Honestly, I don’t even see why we keep you around when you can’t even get this right without my help.  Stuff like this is why Nami doesn’t give you the time of day, besides being an idiot pervert and all—”

“Out of the kitchen now, moss for brains.” Sanji snaps, shoving his boot into his back and kicking him towards the exit.  Before he closes the door, Zoro pokes his head through the opening.

“No frosting.” he says.  “Don’t forget.”

“None at all?  You’re certain?” Sanji asks incredulously.  Zoro nods affirmatively and slams the door to the kitchen, finally giving the cook some peace and quiet, fingers rubbing his temples to get rid of the headache that the swordsman had given him.

The next day, your shared birthday party with Brook in the Sunny's kitchen is the most memorable you’ve ever had, and you’re nothing short of amazed when Sanji pulls out cake and cookies identical to the kind your mother always served you.

The wonder in your eyes at how Sanji was able to replicate the desserts dissipates and is replaced by appreciation and understanding when Zoro grins at you and squeezes your thigh under the table, a silent admission that he'd helped the cook put everything together.

No wonder everything turned out so perfect; how could it not when he pays so much attention to what you need?

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #i feel a lil bit sorry for sanji in this lol #i love writing them arguing

[patrophthia]

do not make him ‘go away’ | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader

genre: literally just fluff and comedy (bc i love turning dark morally grey character into soft babies), superrrr self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 4.6K

originally posted on wattpad: a while back lol

"i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

or the trope simply the trope of grumpy reluctant boyfriend and bubbly/fun girlfriend.

she had always loved defense against the dark arts. don't get her wrong, the classes and lessons were always great. professor thea was good at her job, teaching them both the theoretical and physical studies that is needed from the subject.

but now, as she landed flat on her butt, she hated the subject more than she could ever imagine. malfoy was a terrible dueling partner, taking every possible chance to knock her off her feet.

"do you want me to go easy on you badger?" he asked tauntingly, towering over her.

she looked up at him —half expecting for him to offer a hand but he only smirked at her. "you're a dick."

"i sure am." he only watched her struggle with amusement.

there was a scoff from besides him and within a split second he was being nudged over. replacing him was the head boy, leaning down to look at her with furrowed eyebrows. he offered her a hand; one which she took and lifted herself up.

she muttered a quick thanks, not sparing him a look whilst she busied herself with wiping soot off of her clothes. looking back up, she found him gazing at her.

"what's your name?" he asked after a minute, watching her with skepticism.

"[name]?" she replied, unsure. he knew her name, surely he did, they had partnered up during sixth year for a potions project and he can't have forgotten it in the span of one year could he? "i thought you already knew that."

"i did." riddle pursed his lips, nodding to himself. "i just wanted to make sure you knew your name."

she scoffed, giving him a dirty look. "i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

if it were anyone else she would've laughed it off as a joke but tom riddle has this ominous thing about him, one that put you slightly on edge, making it seem as though he would actually follow through with his threat.

so —as annoying as malfoy was, she told him. "no." and then, slightly terrified that she would wake up tomorrow with the news that abraxas malfoy had mysteriously gone missing, she added as a precaution, "don't kill him."

she wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely scared that riddle would do it for her sake. no matter how much he would deny it, to her —he seemed like a feminist, never failing to hand detentions out to male students who mistreated girls. so killing his cult follower for a woman wouldn't be far from how she characterized of him.

"not unless i'm dying then you can kill him."

it was barely a month later when the same occurrence happened; malfoy was her dueling partner once more, malfoy shot her a spell at her that had her landing on the floor, malfoy mocking her for apparently being a 'weak' dueler, riddle pushing him over and offering her a helping hand.

asking her, "can i kill him now?"

to which she replied, without fail. "no."

riddle gave her a dissatisfied look but kept his hands off of malfoy nonetheless, respecting her request.

why he listened to what she said, she couldn't answer.

not until he asked her to call him tom (or maybe something else a significant other would use), not until tom asked to be her boyfriend, not until tom reluctantly agreed to trail after her on a trip to hogsmeade with her friends.

it seems as though tom could never say no to her.

"are you ready?" she asked, peeking her head inside of his dormitory's door.

tom whipped his head around from where he stood in front of his mirror, looking less than excited to be going out today. "yes."

"great," she tried to stop herself from squealing, pushing the door open so she could approach his side. "i can't wait for you to meet them, they think i'm lying to them about you."

tom fully turned himself to face her, giving her a once over and taking in how she looked.

pretty.

as always.

he felt something flutter in his chest, pride for having her? excitement in finally going to honey dukes after hearing so much about it? the hope of being able to convince her to let him make malfoy go away? love?

no it can't be. he was conceived after a love potion, he can't love. feeling slightly frustrated with himself, tom grumbled, "stop looking at me like that."

she furrowed her brows, curious by what he meant. "like what?"

"like you have feelings for me."

"tom," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose out of irritation. "i'm literally your girlfriend, i'm supposed to have feelings for you."

tom blinked. her telling him that she was his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as he did. what the fuck is wrong with him. defeatedly, he muttered, "i'm breaking up with you."

"yeah sure you are."

•••

"so how long have you been going out?" rae asked, acting oblivious as if [name] hadn't told her every single detail about their relationship.

she smiled, nudging for tom to answer.

tom took a deep breath. a response that rae was silently hoping for after hearing about just how grumpy and moody tom was from her friend. trying to tease him without doing so much as saying anything provoking.

he then smiled, turning on his charms in order to converse. "five months and thirteen days."

trying to get under her boyfriend's skin, [name] frowned, feigning confusion. "five months?"

"yes." tom cleared his throat, glaring at her. "and thirteen days."

"is that right?" rae questioned, trying to irk him. "[name] told me you've only been together for three months."

the slytherin turned to her, his face showing offense. "you did?"

"i love the weather this morning," she said instead, trying to distract him.

yet tom was persistent, he knew they were having a laugh, he wasn't daft, but it certainly didn't feel good to hear rae say what she said. "did you?"

"merlin isn't it crowded today?" she ignored him, looking out the carriage's window as it pulled to halt. she opened the door, landing on solid ground before looking back to where she was sat. with a tilt of her head, she signaled for them to exit as well. "what are you waiting for?"

tom sulked as he got off the carriage, a small pout on his lips. "are you going to answer me?"

she looked down the streets, seeing it packed with people from left to right before turning to him, letting her hand find his and interlocking it. "no."

tom felt a urge to pull his hand away, not used to PDA but it felt so right, so right that he went against his better judgement and mumbled something so stupid he mentally facepalmed himself. "why are you touching me?"

she only giggled in response, noting the confuse tone he had instead of being vexed by his words. "so i wouldn't lose you. you can't expect me to keep track of you with this many people around, can you? i can't lose my boyfriend."

not when he was a dark wizard who was constantly reminded that killing people is a morally wrong thing to do. "what if you start finding people to join your little fan club?"

having to tell him to not use the basilisk for salazar slytherin's quote-unquote unfinished business was hard enough for her to handle, let alone telling forty —maybe even fifty others, that it was a wrong action to take.

maybe it was her 'i can fix him' mentality but in all honesty, tom has been behaving way better ever since they'd gotten together then aragog has all year. and yes, she knew it was wrong to compare a human to an acromantula but when the said human was conceived under a love potion and has no real concept of what love is.

if he was as good as a spider, he was good to go.

"you say that like i'm evil," tom murmured, barely audible due to the loud chatter hogsmeade provided.

"you're not?" she countered incredulously. "didn't you say you wanted horcruxes despite knowing what it takes to make one?"

"yeah but . . ." he trailed off, finding himself at a loss of a word. "i didn't end up making one, idiot."

what an endearing nickname. "that doesn't make it any better, tom. you still thought about it."

"but i didn't make it."

•••

being head boy brought tom gossip. whether he cared for it or not, it always follows him. he had heard every rumors there was, knowing them thoroughly from start to finish. tom never bothered to care about them, not until he found himself becoming friends with a group of girl who would talk their heads of about anything.

with a "come in!" from his girlfriend, tom opened the door to her dorm room. he shut it behind him, eyes roaming around to try and find her. finally his eyes landed on where she sat by her desk, head low, crouching over a long strip of parchment.

"walburga and orion are betrothed." he stated, standing by her side.

"what?" rae screamed before she could, power walking out of the bathroom with her tooth brush in hand. "the blacks?"

"who else," tom said with a roll of his eyes.

that caught her attention, she turned to him, curiosity written all over her face. "aren't they cousins?"

"they're pure-bloods, inbreeding is in their genes," came octavia, [name]'s dormmate and friend who was nicer than rae would ever be. then, with a look of distaste, she added, "how could they force an engagement on orion? he's literally a fifth year while walburga graduated last year. it's disgusting."

"well," rae snickered, "what else would we expect from the black family?"

"i also caught macmillan and weasley are snogging on my rounds today," tom said, sitting down on his girlfriend's bed. "asked me to keep it a secret but there's only so much to be kept in the chamber."

rae chortled, hand covering her mouth. "you know, in my native language they would call you ប្រុសមាត់ក្តួយ (pronounced pros-moit-kdouy)."

[name]'s brow knitted along with tom's, narrowing their eyes at rae. "what does that mean?"

rae only giggled, sitting up on her bed with octavia listening it. "it technically means 'a man who can't keep his mouth shut about drama' in khmer but the literal translation is a guy with a vagina for a mouth."

"what the fuck." tom muttered, eyes wide. the three girls in the room bursted out laughing, that must've been the first time they'd ever hear him curse. "why would you call me that?"

"because you are," rae countered.

"i'm not!" he argued, "you just called me a labia."

"she never called you a labia," came [name] from his side, "you called yourself that."

"i-" tom paused, unable to tell if he himself was angry, annoyed, amused or disgusted by their conversation. "i don't like you guys anymore."

"you're welcome to leave any time you want," rae quipped, gesturing towards the door. "or find new friends."

octavia changed the topic, done with their bantering and told them about a story with a guy she'd met. apparently they'd been going out for a total of three months, keeping it a secret, before he cheated on her.

she was mad at him but he made it seem as if it was her fault; telling her that what she heard was true but he couldn't stop about thinking them. and he knows that she's been there a few time as well, insinuating that octavia could ever do something as wrong as cheating.

there was a look tom shot his girlfriend when octavia finished recalling everything that happened between her and chris marsh.

[name] sighed, knowing why exactly he gave her the look and shook her head. "no."

"but-"

"no buts," she interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose with frustration, "you cannot kill him. we talked about this tom."

"i know but he's hurting her," he pointed out, "and she's your friend so. . ."

"tom please," she pleaded, "no killing is justifiable unless one of us in danger with actual death."

"promise me i won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing."

"i promise that you won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing," said tom defeatedly.

•••

tom looked ridiculously stupid, he knew that. he sighs, feeling rae smearing wet paint on his face. the things he did for his girlfriend.

if you were to go back in time to tell tom riddle that he would be sitting on a chair getting his face painted black and yellow for a quidditch game, he'd think you were having a laugh and cast a killing curse at you.

but now, being told repeatedly to, "stay still you pesky snake" by his girlfriend's friend as she watched the two of them interact without the smallest hint of jealousy, tom —he would never ever in a million years admit this— couldn't be happier.

there was such a soft domestically about it, him getting along with her friend without the urge to kill rae or for rae to kill him, knowing that they were friends who just liked to threatened one another was more than anything tom could ask for.

he felt good, despite the uncomfortableness that came with donning a different set of colors. he (surprisingly) didn't care that he wasn't dressed in green in silver, being more than happy to be supporting her.

after finally being let go by rae; tom stood up, facing his girlfriend. with a tilt to his head, he asked her, "i thought i could be very persuasive until i met you."

"never thought i'd be going to quidditch game, let alone support another house." his eyes then glanced to a mirror that stood besides her, taking in his own appearance. salazar, rae must be taking the piss, he looked like a clown. eyes shifting back to her, he asked tiredly, "are you happy now?"

"i am if you are," she responded, taking a step towards him."i'm not," tom grumbled truthfully, not hiding a single ounce of annoyance. she shrugged, smiling. "that's too bad, i take back what i said. i'm happy now."

the three made their way out of her dorm and into the hufflepuff's common room to meet up with octavia. tom eyes quickly roamed the room, surprised by how many of the students who were spending their time there was from another house.

from his quick scan, tom had managed to count a total of five slytherins. three of which who were visibly miserable, face painted yellow with their friend or significant other beaming besides them. and the other two, being the ones who were forcing face paint onto their ravenclaw and gryffindor friends.

no matter how much time he'd spent welcomed in the hufflepuff common room. tom would never understand how they could be so comfortable with letting anyone enter whenever they pleased. that would not flow well with the slytherins.

up the great hall they went, passing the grand entrance before leaving the castle entirely and making their way to the quidditch pitch.

with a kiss on tom's cheek, an action that had his eyes widening and face flushed red, she bid him, rae, and octavia a goodbye before making her way into the changing room.

rae led the way towards the stands, fighting with tom about where the appropriate seat for him would be.

"no not in the slytherin section," rae argued, trying to find the best place for their group of three. "how could you be the head boy and be so stupid?"

"you're sitting in the hufflepuff row where your girlfriend would be looking for support from," she said with a tone of obviousness, finally settling down at a place she found best suited for the three of them. "honestly."

the match ended quickly, she'd had spotted the snitch within the first thirty minutes of the game before she started her pursuit and caught it in the next four minutes.

gryffindor lost by a hundred and ten points and without consciously knowing it, tom found himself cheering loudly for her, his voice was overpowered by rae but it was the thoughts that count.

there was a flash from his side, he turned, finding octavia giggling with a polaroid in hand. she wordlessly offered it to him. tom took it, curious as what he would find on it.

the picture developed bit by bit, revealing tom in frozen cheerful state, eyes bright as he watched the scene before him, his forehead was yellow, his mouth gaping with its corner tipping upwards. behind him was rae, on her feet with her hands pressed against the railing, frantically screaming at something the picture couldn't fully depict.

"you're not keeping it." octavia told him. "it's for [name]."

octavia then slipped a hand into her pocket, picking out a new picture and handed it to him. "you can have this though."

inspecting it, tom found a picture of himself frowning on his girlfriend's bed. she sat besides him, laughing as if her life depended on it, her head was thrown back, a hand clutching onto her stomach.

tom pocketed the picture, smiling to himself. "when did you take this?"

"when she told you to not make marsh 'go away'."

•••

graduation came and tom was quick to ask her to move in with him. she was skeptical at first, reasoning with him that neither of them had jobs that provided enough for them to have a financially stable home, but that idea was shot down when tom told her that the ministry had already reached out to him.

offering him a job that would let them live a comfortable life. they moved in together shortly after, finding a small cottage that looked perfect for the two.

she was able to turn her hobbies into a job, making her more than just happy. by 1950, tom —with all his slytherin ambitions— found his way to the top, earning the position of minister of magic.

it was late when tom came home, having to run over a last-minute case that malfoy presented him. he shrugged his coat off, trying to be quiet as to not wake his (still) girlfriend up. tom found his way into their bedroom where he found the en-suite door wide opened, he walked forward trying to take peek.

inside was her stood in front of the mirror, taking off her make up with a cotton pad when she spotted him, her eyes shifted to him for a second before turning back to herself. "how was work?"

"it was good," he answered, tugging at his tie. and then he furrowed his brows, lip tugged underneath his teeth. quietly, he muttered, "let's get married."

she blinked rapidly, not believing her own ears, she whipped around with a small noise of confusion, facing him. "what did you say?"

"let's get married," he repeated casually, finally getting his tie off. "are you proposing to me?" she asked him."yes." he nodded. "i thought that was clear."

"so yes or no?"

the wedding took place two years later, with it being repeatedly postponed due to tom's work but it was perfect nonetheless. they had friends and coworkers (that they actually liked) at the ceremony. rae teased tom endlessly, not once giving him a break for taking so long to propose.

in 1959, octavia invited them to dinner at her house, her and husband having an announcement for them all to hear. but before she got to the good part, octavia told her about some of the not-so-good news.

her husband, dawn, was recently bitten by a werewolf. he was having a hard time experiencing the transitions during the full moon so they had a request for them.

now here comes the good news along with her favor: octavia was pregnant, she was four weeks long and since it was only her and dawn.

she will be needing help.

"that's all?" rae asked, frowning. isn't it already implied that rae, her, and tom would all help her when she'd gotten herself knocked up? "you know you needn't ask right? i will be spoiling that child rotten."

octavia smiled, feeling relief. why did she even feel nervous in the first place? these were her friends, the same ones who collectively bullied every man she's ever broken up with. they will always have her back. "that's all."

and then she added, "i just thought it might be a burden to you guys. it's just- it will be hard since dawn would have to recover from the full moon and i'd have to work, so i need people who i can trust to babysit the kid sometimes."

"you could never be a burden," [name] said, "not when i can be the cool aunt."

"oh please," rae let out a loud cackle, "you would never be the cool aunt. that's me."

octavia gave birth on november, 3rd, 1959 to a lovely girl named clementine calla azure. the same day that the blacks welcomed their first son, sirius orion black. rae (would lie if you ever pointed this out to her) was ecstatic when clementine turned out cuter than the black's son did.

she, liked she had stated months prior, spoiled the child to death. buying it everything it could possibly want, babysitting it every time octavia even looked like she needed help.

octavia —instead of using the time to relax, spent her time creating a wolfsbane potion. making the potion was a tedious process but she had more than enough time from tom changing clementine's diaper because he, despite being forced, had promised that he would also help with her baby.

rae was an author who made enough for herself to live lavishly. apparently, muggles really love the story about a dark wizard trying to kill a little kid for his chance to be immortal.

"so," rae clapped with clementine prompted on her hip. tom, dawn, octavia and [name] were all scattered around the living room, sitting down and listening to rae as she stood. "you're probably wondering why i called you all over."

there were noises of confirmation before rae started up again. "i've been doing some research lately and there's more people who has been involuntary bitten than you would think. basically what i'm saying is that tom —since you're the god of magic or whatever— needs to draw up a new bill where werewolves would be known by the ministry and themselves only so the ministry can provide help."

"werewolves tend to have a hard time finding work and keeping the job since they would have to recover every full moon and miss work days. the potion octavia created is going to be recorded in the history book, we know that, but something else that should be recorded in history is how the lovely tom riddle —who i definitely like and doesn't want to have a one v one with— made a law or whatever, where if a werewolf is legally signed in with the ministry, they get a wolfsbane potion provided by the ministry by owl every month."

"they're extremely costly rae, and they take a ridiculous amount of time to make." dawn was quick to point out the flaw, understanding this topic more than anyone else in the room. "not to mention how there's millions of people like me out there, we won't be able to get them to everybody."

"tom is like the zeus of magic," rae said, slightly irritated that they didn't just agree right of the bat. "if he just created a lab and put twenty of the best witches and wizards in there with large pots and get it brewing, they can make it work. and as for the products needed, there's always herbologists that needs work —not trying to stereotype but most of them are hufflepuffs, they would take the chance to help without even thinking twice."

"it will work, trust me," rae said, almost pleading, "what do you say, riddle?"

the law, or bill, or whatever it was, was put into place shortly after. werewolves were scared and skeptical at first, always having been labeled as monsters until eventually people started piling in for help and they were given what they needed. octavia loved her new job at the ministry for it meant she could be helping out her husband and everyone like him whilst also having the freedom to invent whatever else she wanted.

"tavia brought clementine to work today," tom stated, making his way into their library. "so i've been thinking."

"oh no," she muttered, dropping her book onto her lap, "you never have good thoughts after seeing clementine."

tom tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. "what do you mean?"

"last time you saw her, you decided that it was a good idea to have your basilisk follow after her when she grows up so she'd never get hurt," she answered, looking up at him as he stood before her.

tom shrugged. "i don't see any flaws in that plan, if anything i think it's the best thing for clementine."

"how can you be the minister of magic and be an absolute dumbass?" she laughed, feeling his hand reach down to rest on her cheek.

"because, i'm not," he said easily, eyes focused on hers, "and believe it or not i actually have a brilliant idea that you might actually like for once."

"alright," she muttered, amusing him, "what is it?"

"i think clementine should have a cousin."

"clementine already has a cousin—"

"that's not what i meant, idiot," tom cut her off, a small smile etching on his lips, "you know exactly what i'm trying to say. don't play dumb, pet."

"i actually don't know what you meant," she said matter-of-factly, feigning innocent, "please explain."

tom sighed. "i want us to try for a baby."

"i thought you hated kids."

"i do," he agreed, "but i also know that i wouldn't hate them if they were ours."

— from bee: this was very OOC but idc,,, fluffy tom or no tom ever (i have the i can fix him mentality)

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I Need You.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Lo’ak Sully x Fem! Omatikaya! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Suggestion From [🌎 anon]. Hey Sia, hope you’re having a good week so far! I think for Are You Ashamed of me, Lo’ak and reader should get back together. As we’ve seen in ATWOW, Lo’ak seeks validation a bit since he’s often forgotten by his family and gets into trouble a lot as a result. I feel reader would be an extremely empathic person, being able to understand him better than anyone else. I don’t think he’d be able to go a super long time without them 😭 Maybe Lo’ak gets into another argument with Jake and the only other person he can really go to for comfort is reader, bursting into her marui suddenly in the midst of all his stress? Sorry if it’s a bit boring, I think it fits his personality a lot though!

༉‧₊˚. Summary. A month has passed since the breakup and you still haven’t spoken to each other til an argument pushes him into your arms.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Angst — fluff and a bit suggestive.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Lo’ak, crying, hurt w comfort, an argument between Jake and Lo’ak [Jake’s just a worried dad], and Lo’ak has doubts about himself.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 2,3k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Sa’nok — [mother], Ma — [you use it before a name, any kind of name, when you are talking to someone specifically], ‘ite — [daughter], Eywa — [also known as the All-Mother or Great Mother, is the biological sentient guiding force of life and the only known deity of the Na'vi], Ikran — [banshee], Oel ngati kameie — [I see you (greeting)], Oeyä — [my], and Syulang — [flower].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. 🌎 anon you really helped me with this, thank you so much. Part two wouldn’t have come out without you. I hope I did justice on this and I’m so happy that it reached 2,3k words, that’s exciting been a long while since I hit past 1k. I’m so happy to put out another Lo’ak story, I love him so much!! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what y’all think!! 🥰

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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You made your way to your family marui instead of your own since it was too soon to be there now after what happened between you and Lo'ak.

When you get there, you stand at the entrance as you watch your sa’nok put ingredients in a pot and stir it, you don’t make a noise to announce your arrival but she knows you were there before looking.

“Ma’ite, you made it in time for dinner, why don’t you go wash up?” she questioned as a smile formed on her face but it immediately disappeared once she looked over to where you stood, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she walked toward you, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. “I messed up big time,” you cried as you inhaled deep breaths.

“Come and tell me everything,” she voiced as she motioned you to sit down at the makeshift table and once you do, you tell her everything, the first time you met Lo’ak, the time when you started to have feelings for him, the time he asked you to be his girlfriend and how he made you feel so happy, and by the time you told her what happened, you broke into more tears wishing that you could turn back time, you didn’t want to imagine a life without him.

“Why did you ever think your father and I would hate him?” she questioned and you let out a sniffle. “You guys are a big part of my life and I was just so scared you might not see him the way I do, I just…” You take a deep breath.

“I just did not want to lose either of you.” You fidget with your hands a bit and she takes your hand in hers as you make eye contact with her.

“‘Ite, we would never step in the way of your happiness, all we care about is if you’re happy,” she rubbed the back of your palm and formed a small smile on her face, you reminded her a lot of her when she was younger. “I screwed up and now he won’t ever want to talk to me again.” 

“Give him some time, he’ll hear you out soon, from what you described I don’t think neither of you is ready to give the other up,” she said with a soothing voice and you flash a small smile to her hoping that what she said is true.

“Now go wash up, I made your favorite,” she exclaimed as she got up to check the pot as you go to clean yourself up, you couldn’t help but pray to Eywa that things between you and Lo’ak will be restored, you could only hope she’d answer your prayer. 

One Month Later…

You hold on tight to the basket of fruits as you make your way home, you planned on making dinner but you needed a few ingredients first. Lo’ak was still avoiding you, disappearing every time you came in sight of him, you could never get used to the look of hurt on his face but you tried to stay calm, things will work out well you could only hope. 

“[Name]!” a female voice calls out and you stop in your tracks and turn around to see who it is and once you do you notice Kiri and Spider sitting outside of her family hut putting blue paint on Spider.

You take a deep breath and smile. “Hi Kiri, Spider, it’s been a while,” you try to hold onto the smile as best as you can, not wanting to break down in front of them. “Yes it has been, how are you doing?” Kiri asked as she put down the blue paint and gives you her full attention. 

“I’ve been better but I’m doing fine…” you pause for a bit, wanting to ask the question but you couldn’t find your voice. “He’s a wreck without you,” Kiri says noticing what you wanted to ask before even saying it.

“He misses you,” Spider chimes in and you open your mouth to say something but Tuk's voice cuts in from behind you and you turn to see her running with a huge smile.

“They’re coming, Kiri! Spider! [Name]! The war party is coming back! Come on, come on,” you smile at her excitement but it disappears when you can’t seem to move your foot to go in the direction they’re going, ‘would he even want to see me there?’ you thought to yourself and you notice that they’re all looking at you. 

“Sister, are you coming?” Kiri questions as you shift your weight from one leg to the other holding on tightly to the basket. “No, you all go on ahead without me, I’ll be fine,” you flash a weak smile at them and begin to make your way to your home. The only thought on your mind was that you hoped he made it back safe. 

Lo’ak dismounts his ikran, petting his neck to calm him down, he’s dreading being back since he messed up during the raid and Jake was furious with him.

“Fall in!” Jake yelled as he looked back at his two sons. “Sir, it wasn’t his-” Neteyam tried to defend him but got cut off by Jake.

“No Neteyam, you got to stop taking up for this knucklehead,” Jake responds in disappointment. “You’re supposed to be a spotter, you spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance!” Jake yelled as Lo’ak held in a growl from escaping.

“I’m a warrior like you, I’m supposed to fight, you allow Neteyam on the field, why not me?” Lo’ak spoke out. 

“You’re still making the same mistakes from when you were younger, why would I let you go on the field? You almost got your brother killed!” Jake shouted and Neytiri puts a hand on Jake's arm. “Ma’Jake, I think that’s enough,” she states with a stern look on her face. “I’m taking you out of the next couple of war parties until you learn how to be responsible, do you copy?” Jake voiced as he waited for a response. “Yes sir.” 

“Go on, you’re dismissed,” As soon as Lo’ak heard that, he walked away, he didn’t want to be around none of them after what happened.

He was mad at his father, at the world, but mostly mad at himself that he couldn’t follow simple orders and once again reminded his father of his old irresponsible ways.

He didn’t know where to go, in times like this, he’d always go to you. You were the only one who understood him, who was able to make him feel better after an argument with his dad. 

Where was he supposed to go now that you and him were over? Without him noticing, his feet took him to your hut, and stands at a distance looking at your hut debating on turning around and being alone.

‘Maybe she is not even home,’ he thought but the smell of his favorite food hits his nose, he lets out a sigh, and before he knows it, he closes the distance between him and your hut and stands in the entrance watching your beautiful frame sway your hips as you chop up things for the dish you were cooking as you hummed to your favorite song and a smile forms on his face. 

When you finally notice his presence, the expression on your face becomes a shocked one as you didn’t think he would even want to be in your eyesight, the amount of times he had disappeared every time you were near him, a part of you even thinks it can’t be him, maybe you missed him so much that your mind created an illusion of him which you thought was a cruel joke. 

Lo’ak doesn’t say a word, he just walks over to you and pulls you into his embrace, making you take the pot off the fire so it won’t burn. You return his hug as you take in his woodsy scent you missed so much, tears filled your eyes but you blinked them away. You didn’t even have to ask him what was wrong, a hug only meant that he had an argument with his father. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You softly asked, if he didn’t want to, you wouldn’t force him, you would just rather hold him in your arms in silence until he felt better.

“… Yes I want to,” he intertwined his hand into yours and leads you to your mat, laying down first and you follow suit laying on top of him as you look up at him as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

Being this close to you made him notice just how much he missed you, just how much he yearned to have you in his arms again, and doesn’t know how he would manage to be without you after this. 

He tells you everything that happened in the raid down to the argument with his father.

“Your dad just wants to make sure you’re safe, he’s just worried for you,” you spoke softly as you look up at him.

“Yeah, I know… I just don’t know how to stop messing up,” he lets out a breath. “I just want him to see that I changed from when I was younger, I just don’t know how to be like Neteyam,” your eyes widen at his words and you sit up and look down at him and he avoids your eye contact. 

“Lo’ak, look at me,” you demand with a soft tone and it takes a minute before he connects eye contact with you.

“Don’t ever compare yourself to your brother, you’re your own person, and I love you for that,” You stated as you pick up his hand, wrapping your hand around his pinky.

“I don’t ever want you to change yourself to please anybody, we all make mistakes in our life at one point, what matters is we learn from them and improve.” You didn’t notice when the tears escaped your eyes but as Lo’ak sees them roll down your face, he sits up and immediately wipes them away as a sob escapes your mouth. 

He pulls you into his chest and you cried into it as he rubs your back trying to soothe you.

“I…I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” you wept as you bury your face more in his chest, your ears pinned back against your head and your tail drooped low.

“I just didn’t want to lose you but ended up losing you anyway.” You pull away and look everywhere else but at him, he brings his index and pointer finger to your chin, gently moving your jaw up so you can look directly into his eyes.

“[Name], you could never lose me, I don’t think I could be able to manage without you by my side,” 

“This past month was horrible without you, I spent my days wishing you were with me, wishing I can hear that laugh I fell in love with,” you smile at his words.

“I missed you so much that I even think my own family would have kicked me out if I didn’t get back to you soon.” you let out a small laugh and his eyes lit up from hearing it, a small smile forming on his face.

“Can we start over?” you queried as you lift a hand to his that laid on your cheek, rubbing it softly as you look into his eyes.

“I know I have a lot of making up to do but I promise from now on, no more lies, just the truth.” 

“I wanna work this out with you just as long as we stay truthful to each other, that’s the only way we can work,” he stated with a serious tone and expression on his face.

“And I believe in second chances, plus I need you,” he says as a smirk appears on his face.

“In more ways than one.” he earns a laugh out of you and you playfully shove him, as you quiet down, you both stare into each other’s eyes as you slowly lean close to each other, he captures your lips in his and the kiss is so gentle, you both take your time with as you open your mouth slightly and he takes this as a chance to slip his tongue through, tongues dancing around each other as he pulls you closer to him.

You missed the feeling of his kiss on yours that if you didn’t need to breathe, your lips would stay on his forever. 

You both pull away at the same time as you tried to catch your breath. “I don’t know how I ever went without your lips for so long,” he panted as you giggle, placing your head on his chin a bit. “Oel Ngati Kameie,” you spoke looking up into his eyes, he smiles as he repeats the words as he lays a kiss on top of your forehead before pulling you into his embrace.

You lean into his touch getting comfortable before remembering about dinner with your parents and you hadn’t even finished cooking yet which makes you jump up out of his hold to return to the pot so you can finish cooking since they would be here any minute. “I completely forgot, my parents are coming over for dinner soon, you want to meet them?” 

His ears are pinned up when he hears you ask him that. “You want me to meet them?” he questioned as he got up from his spot.

“Of course I do, they get to meet the guy who is always putting a smile on my face and is the love of my life,” you smile as you look over at him and a flustered smile forms on his face as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist burying his face into your neck as he takes in your lovely scent as his tail wags behind him.

“I love you, oeyä syulang.” you smile heavily at his words. “I love you too.”

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[agendercrisisx]

You are more than just a fucktoy

Mafia Sero Hanta x GN!Reader

Summary: Denki makes you insecure, and Sero makes it up too you.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Angst, thoughts of suicide, good ending, miscommunications, possessive Sero,

Words: 2,1 k

Your POV:

His words were ringing in your ears, how could he have said that. Did he mean it. Were you nothing to him? Tears were prickling in the corner of your eyes, your steps were slow and wobbly because of the remaining alcohol in your system. Denki had been drunk, maybe he hadn’t meant it. But the way the words had left his mouth and the smug grin on his face, made you insecure. 

The music in the bar had been loud, maybe you misheard him. Maybe he was talking about someone else. Maybe you were just drunk and jumping to conclusions.

You had been on your fifth glass of whiskey and the burning in your throat had kept your mind off the awful day. Denki and Mina had been keeping you company while Sero and Kirishima had been out doing some business. Bakugou was nowhere to be found, but he had always been kind of scary, so it didn’t really affect you that he wasn’t there.

Mina had been talking about some girl that was hitting on her and Denki was already making fun of her. They were so nice to each other and the whole mafia thing felt far away. You had never seen what they did, and it didn’t really interest you. You were sometimes scared of what Sero did, but not knowing kept it at bay.

You had had a few too many drinks and were dancing on one of the tables with Mina in no time. She was a dancer, you, not so much. But the alcohol kept a good flow in your stiff movements. A group of guys had tried joining and Mina was quick to push them away. She had a smug smile on her face when one of the guys fell hard on his ass and the audience burst out laughing. You had been laughing as well and one of the guys had spat a mean comment towards you too.

The guy didn’t have time to react before Denki had smashed his face in and the guy’s nose was violently bleeding. He had looked like a child, small and scared. But he wasn’t ready to back down, he swung toward Denki, but Denki was faster. The guy bent over with a moan, you almost didn’t see Denki punch the guy in the stomach. He was fast. Dangerously fast.

Mina had followed you out of the club and put you in a taxi. Denki was a few meters back and talking to the bouncers and that’s when you heard it. 

“Who is that?” One of the bouncers had asked Denki, He had smiled smugly knowing I could he him, he locked my eyes with his and said louder than necessary.

“Ohh just some toy Sero found, they’re gone in a week!” You didn’t hear what the bouncers said, because the taxi started driving. But you saw them give Denki money. Were they betting on how fast you were gone?

You thought you were special, maybe not the one. But you thought Sero cared. The tears were trickling down your cheeks, the words had burned into your mind. They were not being forgotten. Were you really a toy? Was that all you were for him? Someone to fuck when he felt pent up? 

Maybe it was for the best, he could get whoever he liked. Maybe it was time to move on. Too many feelings had been building up, better get out when you still can. But the feeling of not being good enough was nagging your heart. Maybe he was emotionless like they said. Maybe you were just a whole for him to use, but at the moment, who cares. Get a hold of yourself. Now it’s time to get past the silly feelings you had been getting for the Mafia boss.

It had been three days since you last saw any of them. No one had trying to talk to you, so to your dismay it looks like Denki was right. Who do you think won the bet? Maybe Denki? He didn’t think you would last a week; you didn’t last a day. 

You had been crying for the past days, maybe there were more feelings for Sero than you had led yourself admit. Maybe the heartbreak was good, getting over him before you were all in.

The following days had been slow, it had only been surviving keeping the emotions at bay and getting through the day without crying. It was not a life, you had been LIVING with Sero. Now your just surviving, barely that. Some thoughts that didn’t fell right was sneaking in you. Maybe it would be easier if everything just stopped. If there was no more. If your world just stopped spinning one day. Would anyone care? You didn’t really have anyone, you thought Sero would be your new family, but now there is nobody.

Sero POV:

It had been days since he last talked with you. He was kind of wondering what had happened, you had been good last time you talked, he thinks. But maybe something had happened in your life, so he thought it would be good if he gave you some space. You would probably call when you were ready to talk. He hadn’t talked with Denki or Mina since you three went to the bar, he wanted to. So, he could find out if they knew something. But he had been caught up in work. Some rival gang had disrupted their supply, so he had had to fix that. That was what he and Bakugou had been doing when you were out. He had thought he would be done so he could see you. But work had dragged out, again.

He was standing annoyed behind his desk, with a phone to his ear, now almost yelling at the guy on the other end. There had been made another mistake and they had lost three guys in a shoot-out. He was beyond annoyed and his only thoughts were you bend over his desk clenching around his cock and making the world better. He had thought about you a lot, he was close to sending flowers to your house just to make sure you were okay. But that kind of defeats the whole space thing. So, he had just kept to himself, while taking care of business. He had a lunch date with Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Mina later. Maybe they had heard something about you. 

He had slammed the phone down on the desk when the poor bastard was done talking, he was not in the mood for more complications. He just wanted you. God how he wanted you. The well-known strain of his cock in is pants made notice. He groaned loudly and sat heavily down in his chair. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock in his hands. He imagined you on your knees so pretty for him, you looking up at him with those eyes of yours and how you would so gladly take him, But not without the right amount of teasing. 

He moved his hand faster while thinking of your so pretty hole. He would lick you until you came in his mouth and then he would fuck you until you were a stuttering mess beneath his cock. Ohh he would savour you feel, fuck he missed you. All of you. Your laughter. How you would smile up at him if he praised you. The look of bliss when he gave you something overly expensive. He didn’t care about the price just you. All of you. He missed you so.

He sat down besides Denki, when he got to the café and the waiter quickly came over with a cup espresso. This was their place, everybody knew them. Mina was laughing about something Bakugou said, and everything was light-hearted. A nice change since this week of failure.

“Anybody know what happened to Y/N?” The tone changed instantly, and Denki’s face fell. 

“What are you not telling me dude?” Sero’s voice became mean, a voice he had never used with you. You didn’t know this side of him. Denki looked down and avoided eye contact. Sero was quick to grab his chin and force eye contact. 

“Spit it out!” Sero’s tone was venom and Denki knew he had fucked up. Badly. So badly.

“It was just a joke, I didn’t think...” Sero hit him on the side of his head, he hit the ground violently. Sero stood up ready to let all his anger hit his stupid best friend.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happened. I just...” Denki turned silent and Sero waited, while still fuming for his friends to pick up. The whole café had emptied, and the staff had hidden in the back room.

“I said they’re just you fuck toy, it was just joke. I didn’t mean to…” Tears was falling down his face now and before he said another thing Sero had already left.

He needed to find you. You were his. He though there had been problems in your life, but he had never imagined his friends would have caused it.

Your POV:

You were watching some dumb show on TV not even really following, when you heard a knock on your door. The Pizza must be here. You slowly stood up and moved toward the door. You opened and before stood Sero in all his glory. Leaning out of breath up against the door. He was sweaty in the sexiest way ever. He moved before a word was said. His lips were on your and butterflies erupted in your stomach. He pushed you inside closed the door and threw you against it. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed his body in between your legs. He held you up against the door and pressed up against you in all the right placed. He fit your weird angles perfectly. Like a jigsaw pulse. 

He carried you in one the couch and laid down on top of you. He kissed you jaw and down you neck while still pressing between your legs. He elegantly pulled down you pants and underwear in one go. He kissed down your chest and stomach. He pushed your legs up towards your chest and licked your hole. He took you so sensitive part in his mouth and started sucking. You moaned loudly and threw you head back against the pillow. He kept going licking and sucking, working you through your orgasm. You yelled loudly when it you came in his waiting mouth. He moved up your face and kissed you with the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiled so sweetly down at you.

“I’m gonna fuck you know, cause how in the world would you ever think I don’t need you.” He moved his hand your front and took you in his hand. “Fuck your handsome.” He grinned and picked you up again. He walked into the kitchen and sat you down in front of the kitchen table. He pushed you front down on the cold table. He ran a hand down your back and pushed a finger into your waiting hole. “Please Sero.” He grinned and unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out. He pushed the head against you opening and a gran escaped him when he pushed himself in all the way.

He moved quickly, you were both pent up. He was feral and he needed you. The slamming of himself against you ass that jiggled so pretty for him. God, he had needed you, and missed you so much. It was not a long fuck, it was quick but needed. 

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty hole baby,” I was a statement and shortly after he spilled himself in you. You were so full, full of him and you had missed it so much. It had been far too long.

He grabbed you throat and pulled you up against him, your sweaty back against his sweaty front. You could feel his abs contracting when you clenched around him.

“Control yourself.” You laughed, you had missed him so much. Missed this. He hugged you tight  while still being deep inside you.

A knock on your door made him stop, had he been followed. You laughed and patted him on his chest. “Pizza.” You said it nonchalant and grabbed his shirt to cover yourself before opening the door to take the pizza.

“Let's eat.”

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[baldwin2001]

IMPORTANT TO MENTION. SORRY, BUT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I'M STILL LEARNING.

I already posted the One shot in Spanish, now it's in English.

The queen of his heart.

ENGLISH

"In the distance you can see the castle, gentlemen," the red-haired woman communicated loudly to her soldiers behind her. Just in time.

Surieth Sahar. Mother of the kingdom of Aktakistan. Despite being so recently after the death of his father, four years, his people and his knights feel immense respect for her. In such a short time she achieved public and economic policies that greatly favored her people.

Now she was about to reach Jerusalem, far to the south of her kingdom. But he was only doing it for one purpose, his late mother was originally from the holy land, she had promised him to maintain a good relationship with the Christians despite being of different religions. Currently he was in a delicate situation, Saladin's army had taken over much of the eastern lands, managing to expel the Crusaders from there, so he was going with his best warriors to recover the lost lands and can not advance towards the capital.

"Suri..." exclaimed Sibylla with a smile when he saw her enter the palace with his most important knights. "Well, rather. Surieth Shahar, mother of the kingdom of Aktakistan."

The redhead could not help but let out a little laugh, scaring her warriors, since hearing her laughter was something unusual. Since the death of her parents, her spirits had fallen to the ground, and the only people she was a little more affable with were the children of the village.

"Leave aside the formalities, and come here." said Suri, extending his arms and making a little movement with his fingers.

Even though making such demonstrations was against the manners she had been taught, Sibila was going to make an exception for her best friend.

"You don't know how much I've missed you." she murmured into Surieth's arms.

"I've missed you too, Sibylla" she replied with a small smile.

"Everyone in the palace has, even Bald..." she was interrupted by her friend.

"Where is your little son? The last time I saw him, he was a little above my waist." she asked ignoring her comment. Surely he's all grown up now.

"Yes, he's grown up a lot since the last time you were here" he smiled at her comment, took her hand and pulled her a little towards the palace. "But come, he's waiting for you in the garden, he even prepared a whole banquet just for you.*

"Oh, it wasn't necessary."

" Suri, don't be modest. I know you're not here for a visit, but you deserve it after all the trip you made to get here." This time he took both her hands as he brought them to his chest, giving her a smile making her fall for his charms.

"It's okay, Sibylla."

That only made the red-haired girl's smile grow bigger, she and her son had missed her terribly. And even though she didn't want to say it, her brother had missed her too.

Throughout the banquet the laughter was heard all over the garden, Baldwin V had grown into a very handsome boy, and now he surpassed her in height. And the first moment she saw him she almost did not recognize him, but he had not forgotten her, and she did not hesitate to give him a big hug. While in the distance Sibyl watched them with a melancholic smile. Since he was a child, he managed to establish a nice friendship with the redhead and he was glad that despite the years, it was still there.

The only thing that caused great discomfort during the meal was to feel the intense blue eyes of King Baldwin IV on her, but he was not alone, but at his side was his wife, it was a little strange, since he usually ate alone in his room, but to tell the truth he had not managed to hold the desire to see her after so many years, he missed her. And why not, if they were once lovers, but they ended when she found out that he had to marry a Christian, and could never be next to a paid one like her, or at least not let him marry her, or at least they wouldn't let him

Now, several years later, they meet again, she without any kind of love relationship, focusing on ruling her kingdom in the north, while Baldwin had been married for almost five years to a young woman of high society named Salome, daughter of a duke of the west. However, despite having been together for so long, they never got along well, he tries to have a good relationship with her, but because of her shocking character, it is impossible for him.

They had no children yet, and Baldwin did not want to have them with her, but he had an obligation to give an heir to his people, and he has felt pressured, since they have not managed to conceive one.

They were both in the royal library talking about the war tactics they would perform during their confrontation with Saladin, with dozens of maps and books scattered around the large table, while Surieth did not stop talking about the strategy she would do with her knights, Baldwin did not stop staring at her, she was still as beautiful as the last time he saw her, only without the tears that fell down her eyes after having broken her heart, and having told her that they could no longer be together.

"I miss you."

But she ignored him, she felt bad but it was for the best.

" Suri..." the affectionate way she called him, broke.

"Your majesty," she said bluntly, and without taking his eyes off him." I must inform you that the future war with Sultan Saladin is more important than something that is already in the past."

"For me there is still a chance, Suri," he said, sure of his words.

"Well, not for me," she said coldly.

She didn't support him anymore, she was ready to leave, anywhere but far away from him, but he stopped her by taking her arm and getting dangerously close to her.

"Kiss me," he challenged her without looking her in the eyes, "Or wouldn't you kiss a leper?"

"No," she exclaimed, giving him a furious look, "I wouldn't kiss a married man.... It's against my morals."

"You're right," she gave a little giggle of naivety, "it was daring of me."

" Please..." she was about to call him by his name, "Baldwin" but she regretted it "your majesty. Don't make this even worse, I didn't come for you, but to fulfill my mother's last will, despite marrying a man of a different culture who took her far from here, she never stopped having Jerusalem in her heart."

" I understand..." he lowered his eyes, not having the courage to look at her "I lost her heart a long time ago."

"It was at that moment... when you told me that you couldn't be with me because you was thinking of marrying another woman, it was then" she didn't look at him with anger, but with melancholy. "But that doesn't matter... Let's continue with the strategy"

He did not say anything, at least not on that subject. He was a fool, what he felt and lived with Surieth, do not compare with anything, not even with the five years he has spent with Salome, that more than a marriage, for him has been nothing but a hell.

#baldwin iv #king baldwin iv #MedievalRomance #leper king #BalduinoIV #baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv x oc

[yelenasdiary]

My Always

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Many years after your death, you’re reunited with your wife. 

| Fluff & Angst | 1.6K | Warnings: Nat’s endgame death. 

AC: I thought it would nice to have a part 2 to “my forever” 

Clint did what he could to try and stop Natasha that day, but she’d already made up her mind. She knew if everything went as planned that Yelena would return, Clint’s family would return, the team would return but most importantly she knew everybody would be okay. She wasn’t scared of dying, it had to happen. Somebody wasn’t coming home that day and Natasha already set her mind on making sure Clint would return to his family. She knew Yelena would be looked after and cared for; she knew Clint would make sure of it. 

She fell to her death; her final thoughts went to those she cared and loved the most. Clint broken before he could even process what just happened. If he was closer, he would’ve been able to see a faint smile on Natasha’s lips knowing her final thoughts gave her peace. 

Clint hated having to tell Yelena her sister wasn’t coming home; this news broke her all over again. She kept her promise to you and allowed herself to find happiness, she became roommates with Kate Bishop and shortly after the two found themselves as a couple. 

It’s been many years since you left earth. Natasha did most of the things you both planned, she brought a home, a real one and she moved in. She took some time off from being an Avenger and travelled the world like most people do. She went to all the places you’d dreamed of visiting. She made sure that the world would never forget you. Although she never found another person to love, she did allow herself to become happy again. Nothing ever really filled the big hole you left in her heart, but she was surrounded by everybody she loved deeply. 

Yelena did the best she could to help Natasha grieve for you, giving her space but always being close by. She never blamed herself for your death, you died saving her. In your memory she had your name tattooed behind her ear. 

When the rest of the team came back to hear about Natasha’s passing, Wanda’s first reaction was “now she’s with Y/n” and oddly enough that small comment brought comfort to the team. 

Yelena made sure that Natasha was buried next to you, in Ohio. She’d visited more than she thought she would. Two of her favourite people gone, but never forgotten. 

The rest of the team always made time to pay a visit to the grave side, Wanda would leave you a bar of your favourite chocolate and Natasha a peanut butter sandwich. 

While the team mourned the loss of Natasha, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

“Hi baby” you smiled opening your arms. 

“Y/n my love!” She crashed into your arms, “you really did wait” she added. 

“Of course, I did. I’ve been with you every single day” you held her tightly.

She pulled out of the hug and looked into your eyes that she missed so much.” Where do we go?” She asked. 

“Wherever you want” 

Natasha looked around her, there was nothing. A warm lighting while you both stood on a soft surface. “Where are we?” She asked. 

“This is where souls go. Once we’re ready we’ll go to the next place” you explained. 

“I need to do something first” she said.

“I know” you smiled softly. “Will you show me how?”  Nat looked into your eyes again. 

“Unfortunately, I can’t, but you already know how to do it” you explained. 

——

“Goodnight Bishop” Yelena kissed Kate’s check before falling asleep. She’d been struggling to sleep just like she did when you passed away. Kate always stayed up a little later just in case Yelena woke up in tears. 

“sestra” Natasha spoke in a whisper. 

“Natasha?” Yelena looked at her older sister confused. Nat gave her a nod. “Wh-why did you do it” Yelena asked. 

“Because it was my time. Somebody had to go, and we both know it couldn’t be Clint” Natasha explained. “But it didn’t have to be you either” 

“It’s okay Yelena, I was okay with it. I hate to leave you behind, but I know you’ll be okay. You have Kate and the others, you have Melina and Alexei and I’ll always look out for you” Natasha went on, “I love you Yelena, I hope you can forgive me” she added. 

Yelena’s eyes filled with tears, Natasha took a couple of steps forward and reached for her younger sister. “I love you too Natasha, so much” she cried. Natasha hugged Yelena one last time. “Don’t let yourself be alone. Let the team help you whenever you need it. You are their family as well. They love you; they will always protect you” Nat spoke, “and when it’s your time, you can come find us” she adds. 

“Us? Is…is Y/n with you?”

“She never left” a smile creeps onto Natasha’s lips. 

Natasha could feel Yelena’s body awaken, she looks to her younger sister and gives her a warm smile, “I love you sestra, don’t ever forget” she says before she fades away. 

Kate woke Yelena up by accident, Yelena felt tears fall from her eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you, are you okay?” Kate asked with concern. “I do-don’t know if it was a dream but… I saw N-Natasha” she replies. “You know Nat. Always finding a way to get to you” Kate smiled lightly at Yelena. “It felt so real…like she was really telling me things, her hug was so tight” Yelena spoke as she processed the interaction. 

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Natasha asked you while you both saw Yelena explained the situation to Kate. You wrapped your arms around Natasha’s waist and kissed her cheek, “she’s your sister, she’ll be okay in time” you replied. Natasha watched over her sister for a while longer before she turned around to face you. “I have one last person” she says, you nodded “I know” you smiled softly. 

Clint just finished tucking in his youngest child before joining Laura in bed. “You okay love?” Laura asked as she snuggled up to her husband. “Just missing Natasha again” he replied as he played with her hair. “I miss her too” Laura admitted. “The kids miss her” Clint followed as he remembered how great Nat was with his children. 

Clint and Laura shared memories of Natasha before falling asleep, clint last to finally fall into a slumber. 

“You’re not serious crying over me are you, big boy?” Natasha smirked to her best friend. Clint chuckled in disbelief, “and you’re not serious messing with my dreams, are you?” he replied. “Even here you’re a pain in my ass” Natasha laughs. 

“What are you doing Nat?” Clint asked after laughing with his late friend. Natasha’s face changed to a more serious look. “Stop thinking about thing might have been different” she says, “you deserve to be with your family Clint. I’m with mine” she adds. 

“What about Yelena?” He tilts his head. “I know you’ll take her in, watch over her and be there when she needs. It’s who you are, you care” Natasha points out. 

Clint sighs “it’s not the same without you Nat. I find myself wanting to talk to you all the time, I need your advice, I need my best friend back” he explains in pain. 

“You don’t, you have everything you need. Believe in yourself Clint, do what you know is best. Don’t lose yourself in this circle of what could’ve been” Natasha takes his hand, “Thank you for being my best friend, somebody I could always count on” she speaks softly. Clint rests his forehead against Natasha’s “thank you for bring my family back and for always having my back” he replies. 

There was a moment of silence between the took, Clint soaking up the moment. “Say hi to Y/n for me” he speaks. Natasha can’t help but smile, “I will. Look after yourself, I’ll see you when it’s your time” Natasha hugs Clint before fading away. 

Clint woke up the following morning confused but comforted. He wondered into the kitchen where his family were making breakfast. “Honey are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Laura points out after the kids say good morning. “Not a ghost, just a friend” he replies, mostly to himself. 

——

“Y/n” Natasha spoke softly as she watched over, her best friend enjoy time with his family. “Yes, my love?” You replied. Natasha turned around to face you, with a soft smile “I’m ready” 

You smiled as you reached your hand out for Natasha, she takes it gently. “Shall we?” You ask. Natasha nods, finally happy once again. 

The two of you walked towards the brightest light, hand in hand, step by step. Natasha’s smile never leaving her lips. You waited so long to be reunited with your wife and now she’s here. The afterlife never looked better. 

The light blinded the two of you, a light feeling ran through your body as you kept walking, not knowing what was happening but knowing this was what was to happen. Everything went white, your eyes squeezing shut before a warm wave rushed over you, the whiteness disappears.

Your eyes flicker open, Natasha lays beside you on a large king-sized bed. The room looked familiar to you, but you’d never been in it. Natasha stirred, her eyes also flickering open. You looked over to your wife and smiled softly as she looked to you. “Hi” she whispers. “Hey there” you replied. 

Natasha looked around the room and sighed with relief. “Wh-where are we?” You asked her. She looked back at you, “we’re home” she spoke. It now made sense; this was the house Natasha brought. Natasha moved closer to you and kissed your lips for the first time in years. You missed her so much, finally you were happy once again. 

You wrapped your arms around her, looking into her eyes as the two of you lay peacefully in bed. “My forever” you whispered, brushing the loose hair from her face. 

“My always” Natasha added before kissing you once more. 

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[prettyboysun]

choi line as songs on ctrl

choi line as songs on sza's ctrl album bcus that's my favorite album in the world oh lawd.

(this has been sitting in the drafts for more than 3 months dw tae and kai I’ll come back for y’all <3 warnings: cursing, crying, fwb!yeonjun is a warning in itself, angst in beomgyu n yeonjuns, I just had to mention that soobin likes to get his hair pulled LOL

lyrics/references are bolded in the text!

yeonjun - drew barrymore you lay undressed in yeonjuns arms. savoring the presence of his warm body and perfectly sculpted hands rubbing and massaging at any places that might've been sore from his rough endeavours with you. you rolled over with a small grunt upon hearing your phone notification go off. "sorry junnie, gotta go" you began to sit up and search for your scattered clothes after checking your phone. yeonjun propped himself up with one elbow, watching you as you began to get dressed. "is it one of your other hoes?" he asked playfully with a smirk on his face. you snort at his comment. "I wish. you're forgetting I don't pull as much as you do, choi yeonjun." you say with a playful emphasis on his name. "awww it's okay, I know I'm your favorite." yeonjun sighs as he closes his eyes and cozies up into bed again. you immediately laugh incredulously and tell him to shut up. the fact that you couldn't even deny it just slightly scared you.

✵ "can't you just stay the night?" "you know I can't y/n" yeonjun runs his fingers through his hair. you could tell he was getting frustrated from you constantly trying to keep him for the night. "it's because you're going to see them aren't you." you manage to squeak our as you look to the corner of the room, biting at your bottom lip from embarrassment. damn you and your jealousy. you could see yeonjuns back pause his movements for a second before going to collect the rest of his things. you thought he was going to ignore your question and leave. "it's none of your business y/n" he says to you right before shutting the door and leaving. what hurt you more than his words was the cold expression he had on his face. yeonjun was usually full of sarcasm and smiles. ✵ your lips crashed onto yeonjuns as soon as the two of you cornered the empty hallway. he kissed you back but had to slowly pull you away after a while. "woah... y/n what's up? I thought you wanted to talk about something?" you had forgotten you even made that excuse in the first place in order to get yeonjun away from the girl that was seemingly prettier and more popular than you. but looking into yeonjuns eyes you could see genuine worry in them as he scanned your face to discover any signs of discomfort. despite only being friends with benefits, yeonjun always knew how to take care of you. you took a few hesitant steps back, it was dawning upon you about how unfair you were to yeonjun. you had wasted his time and lied to him. you knew that yeonjun didn't want anything serious, and you agreed to that too. it was all so frustrating, why did your feelings have to get in the way? you would gladly hide your feelings if it meant to be with yeonjun longer, but as time passed it was getting harder and harder to, and even harder on you and your feelings. your body thumped back into the opposite wall of him. you tried to blink away the tears and compose yourself but that only made them come out even faster. you attempted to wipe them away with the back of your hands. "woah woah y/n what's wrong? tell me." he took your hands away from your face, encouraging you to look up at him. looking into his worried eyes only made you feel worse though. you pathetically pushed his hands away and brought your own back to your face, looking to a random place on the ground to avoid Yeonjun seeing your crying face. "i'm what's wrong." you managed to speak out, still avoiding looking at him. "sorry i'm so clingy I didn't mean to be--" you let out a weak chuckle into your wrist: laughing at your stupidity. "actually… i'm sorry jun I'm just a stupid inconvenience who caught feelings for you even when I said I wouldn't." you say to him smiling through your tears.

soobin - normal girl how you even managed to be with the shy (not so much anymore), cute and angel of a soobin still baffled you and many others. even for the 6 months you guys have been dating. you had thought you were so far from his type that you unknowingly friend-zoned him for months; something that he still whines about till this day. ✵ "aghh-" soobin winces when you pull at his now disheveled hair. you were on your knees hovering over his lap, causing him to have to look up at you. "you're so mean to me" he pouts and moves both his hands to securely hold at your hips and bring you closer to him. "shut up. you like it when I'm aggressive." you see pink rise to his cheeks and you lightly push at his forehead with your pointer finger. "binnie should've known better than to wrestle with me for the remote." you say with faux sympathy and a pitying pout before sticking your tongue out at him.

“please? just one episode?” he gives puppy eyes from under you. if you weren’t so tired of jujutsu kaisen you would’ve fallen for them. you cover his face with both of your palms and shut your eyes so you wouldn’t be tempted by his face.

“no! I’m tired of anime!” ✵ "what if they don't like me? or just think I'm some basic girl? i don't know bin." you frown in worry but soobin squeezes your hand in reassurance for the 4th time that day. "don't worry love, I'm so proud of you." he gives you a peck on the cheek. "and i know they'll be proud of you too." another on your other cheek, "i promise." and lastly one on your lips. soobin saying his parents would be proud of you was an understatement. the whole night soobin bragged about you like you were worthy of being a noble peace prize winner and his parents coddled you like you were the child they hadn't seen for months instead of soobin. you were grateful for being the star of so much love and attention but even more grateful when soobin offered you the chance to escape for a bit to visit his childhood park with his 4 year old nephew. soobins introvert tendencies definitely rubbed off on you. you walked hand in hand with soobin on the right side of you closest to the street and his nephew on your left. his nephew swung your arm wildly high with his and soobin following along with the action not long after made you giggle in amusement. soobin looked too cute pouting all night because of his one-sided beef with his nephew having a 'crush' on you. "ok that's enough! my arms about to fall off!" you discreetly whisper to soobin on your right. you didn't want to hurt his nephews feelings and it hurt more when a 6ft giant was doing it. soobin let out huffs and puffs at your words. ✵ "waaahhhh!" soobin's nephews cry could be heard from across the playground. the two of you rushed over to him from sitting on the bench. "awwww. what happened?" soobin comforts the crying boy who was sitting on the ground poorly wiping away his tears. "they- they said I can't play with them and and threw the ball at me!!" he points a finger at the group of boys his age just a few feet away that were sending mean glares. "that's it." you brushed the dirt off your knees and made your way over to the boys. since the three of you arrived they were constantly messing with the poor boy. giving them a lecture and threatening to tell their moms eventually got them to apologize to soobin's nephew. the two boys who accompanied you to the park were equally in awe of your actions. at the end of the night when you were saying goodbye to his family soobin feels a tug at his sleeve and looks down to see his nephew. "uncle binnie, can y/n be my girlfriend too?"

beomgyu - garden (say it like dat) you fucking hated your roommate beomgyu. even just the sight of him minding his own business made you want to jump on him and pull at his hair. he was convinced otherwise that you were obsessed with him. "I will literally drop-kick you beomgyu." you stood at the door of his room, glaring at him. "good evening to you too y/n, the weather's looking nice today" you scoffed at his audacity to not even spare you a glance and him spouting his usual nonsense just made you even more pissed. his hands were busy with a controller, and his eyes stuck on the screen of his monitor. you were never one to have anger issues but when it came to beomgyu you swore he must've offended you greatly in your past lives. "you motherfucker I wrote my name on the last hot pocket!" you screamed in rage and swung his pillow at his head with all your might. ✵ "back already? did you get stood up or some-" beomgyu wishes he would have looked at you first before speaking. he turned around to be met with your figure soaked in rain water and head hanging low as you softly shut the front door. he was speechless as he watched you weakly kick your shoes off and slowly make your way to your room. beomgyu finally musters up the courage 5 minutes later to softly knock at your door. when he gets no answer after a while he opens it cautiously and finds you curled up into a ball on the floor, sitting against your bed and hugging your knees to your chest. you hadn't even bothered changing out of your soaked clothes. he couldn't see your face but he could tell you were crying from the way your body slightly shook. you felt a warm fabric wrap around your body and looked up to see beomgyu sitting next to you, propped in the same position. your eyes and nose were tinted red and the previous rain water was now replaced with salty tears. beomgyu couldn't help but feel his heart sting at your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, an obvious sign you were crying. "am i that undesirable?" you sniffed and heaved. "i really liked him beomgyu..." you looked down to squint through the pain. you felt a warm hand brush the wet hair out of your face and gently cup the side of your face to look at the boy beside you. "you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. also the funniest, most hardworking, and kindest... except for when you're hitting me with pillows..." you chuckle helplessly at the last part, planting a small smile on beomgyus lips. "that jackass doesn't deserve you at all. so don't ever say you're undesirable. 'cus you're the most desirable person for me and i like you just how you are." red also tinted your cheeks now. maybe staring into beomgyus eyes the whole time was a bad idea. maybe it was a bad idea that beomgyu kept his hand on your cheek because now he wants to feel you even closer. maybe it was a bad idea that you kissed beomgyu on the lips, and a bad idea that he passionately kissed you back. "wow, you must really love me." beomgyu annoyingly mutters after pulling away. ok maybe you were obsessed with fucking beomgyu.

#soobin fluff #beomgyu angst #yeonjun angst #txt fanfic

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What are you doing here?

Summary: Wanda is meeting readers family for the first time.

Warning: Cursing, attempt at Jokes and small smut.

Pairs: [Wanda x Fem!reader] [Natasha x Sister!reader] [Yelena x Sister!reader]

[Words: 4.9k] [A/n: not proof read, and I’m so sorry this took so long to finish, I have totally no idea what I'm doing but is doing something!! Hope you enjoy!!!] 

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To say Wanda was nervous would be an understatement, she was anxious and scared. She was meeting your family today and she wanted to make a first good impression, she wanted to make sure that her lovers’ family deem her worthy for their youngest child. You never really talked about your family or really mentioned anything about them really and so, she thought it was a sore topic, she does remember you mentioning about you having two sisters but that was all the information she could get about your family.   

So, she started the day by cleaning your guys WHOLE apartment in preparation for their arrival. You told her that she didn’t have too but she was persistent, you have also stated that you would bring them here after your work shift. She also remembers you specifying that your family really loves vodka and almost has them in every meal (which she thought was concerning, since people shouldn’t be drinking vodka that much in a day).

“Ok, ok…erm-… you got this! No need to worry…-But what if they don’t like me!” Wanda sighed out in frustration, If she were to keep on panicking, she would definitely make a bad impression. So she did some breathing exercises that you taught her if she were to ever feel overwhelmed or stressed in situations. 

After a while Wanda calmed down and started to get everything ready for you and your family’s arrival. She started to get the food ready and then herself. Her thoughts were still everywhere but now, she keeps on thinking of the positives. What worried her the most was always putting you in danger with her line of work, she knows' you can handle yourself she's seen it first hand, after that bar incident, she'd known you know how to defend yourself. But it still worried her nonetheless. Her thoughts went back to one thing she has always held back from you; how is she ever going to tell you that she was an Avenger?

You just left your work shift at the local coffee shop. You were about to call your sisters; when you were suddenly tackled into the ground, your widow training instinct kicked into place and you maneuvered yourself to get yourself out of the persons’ grasp, you headbutt the person and pinned them down.

“Calm down mladshaya sestra(little sister), it's just me, Yelena!”  She remarked in pain as she was being pinned on the floor. Quickly snapping back to reality, you quickly let go of her. “Yelena! Don’t do that, I could’ve seriously hurt you.” You quickly helped her up, checking if you had caused her any injuries.

“Pshh nah, don’t worry so much, I can handle it!” She exclaims smugly.  

Natasha soon followed up behind her, panting as she was out of breath. She hits Yelena on the head. “Hey! That hurt, why’d you do that?” Yelena asked. “That was for tackling me to get to (y/n) first and for practically tackling her too!” She shouted at Yelena.

“You are no fun sestra(sister),” Yelena rolls her eyes at Natasha. 

“Ok, ok, Everyone please calm down now. Yelena, please call in mama and papa to meet us near my apartment.” 

“AH Yes! We are to meet this girlfriend of yours,” Yelena said. 

“Yelena please be nice, she’s a very lovely girl and I really love her,” You looked her way and glared at her, silently telling her that you were serious. “You too Natty, don’t think i’ve forgotten about you.” You then looked at your redheaded sister and also proceeded to glare at her. 

“That’s up more for Yelena and I to decide on mladshaya sestra(little sister).” Natasha went behind you and slinged one arm over your shoulder while ruffling your hair with her other hand. 

Yelena called out for your attention “Mama said that they are near your apartment already (y/n) and are just waiting. She said to hurry because she thinks Alexei might try and break in, he really can’t wait to meet your girlfriend and crush her. He really wants to know who the girl is.” She jokes at the end of her speech but you could tell she was also half serious about Alexei might try and break into your apartment. 

You quickly got your keys and dragged both your sisters to your car “Everyone seatbelts on, especially you Yelena,” You looked to the passenger seat and stared at Yelena “Ugh fine, you and Natasha are such moms.” She buckled in her seatbelt and Natasha was seated in the back, after you expected the car to make sure everything ready, you drove off to get to your apartment.

 Awaiting your arrival when you arrived in front of your apartment building near the entrance was Melina and Alexei. They waved at you as you drove past them to park your car near the apartment building. As soon as you parked your car, Yelena, Natasha, and you got out of the car and walked towards them.

“Mama, Papa!” you called out to them, as soon as you got close Alexei lifted you up in a bone crushing hug, which would have literally been bone crushing if Melina didn’t step in and asked him to put you down. 

“Oh my sweet little one, is it so good to see you!” Melina cupped your cheeks with her hands and peppered small kisses to your face. Melina was never the one to show any physical affections but when it comes to her daughters and/or family, she will gladly shower them with love. 

“Why don’t I get kisses?” Yelena spoke up from behind you. Melina stopped and let go of your face then looked behind you. She playfully rolled her up and smiled at them, then walked towards where Natasha and Yelena were standing. She then proceeded to do the same thing to Yelena as she did to you. Natasha stopped her though when she tried to do it to her, “Nuh-uh, I don’t want you doing that to me please,” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her with a small glare. Melina just rolled her eyes at her “Fine fine. Have it your way.” 

You wanted to have more small talk with your family but Alexei’s impatience was getting the best of him. “I WISH TO MEET THIS GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS (Y/n)! I NEED TO CHECK THAT SHE IS MAKING YOU HAPPY AND IF SHE DOES NOT, SHE WILL HAVE TO FACE THE WRATH OF THE RED GUARDIAN!” He puffed his chest and placed his fist onto it as a sign that he was serious. Melina patted him on the shoulder and hummed in agreement. 

“Ok ok. But please don’t intimidate and scare her away, she’s a really nice and loving girl and… I just really love her,” You whispered your last words and a small blush made its way to your cheeks. 

Your family looked at you and small smiles crept up to their faces at seeing you speak of this girlfriend of yours’. They may still not exactly trust this girl but they will behave if it means keeping you happy. 

“We will behave for your sake, dear. Do not worry,” Melina softly told you, as you went to her and hugged her tightly.

“But we won't promise anything that we won't do anything,” Yelena grins at you. And you playfully punch her shoulder before hugging her too. 

“FAMILY HUG!” Alexei partially shouts before hugging you, Yelena and Natasha(who groans at being hugged before giving in) lifting all three of you up, Melina comes up from behind and joins in the hug. 

Soon after Alexei lets go of the three of you. You then lead them to your apartment building, showing them around before finally arriving at your apartment door room.   

Wanda could hear the rustling of keys and the door opening, she could tell it was you when she heard your voice from the other side of the room where she was in. Wanda just finished fixing her hair and a small giggle was let out from her when she heard a loud and boisterous laugh from what she expects to be from your dad and you quickly shushing him. 

Few moments later you entered the bedroom where Wanda was currently in “Hello dorogoy(sweetheart),” You wrapped your arms around her waist and gave her a quick soft kiss to her cheek, “My family is in the living room waiting for me to introduce you and they are quickly getting impatient the longer they haven't met you,” You told her, letting out a small laugh. 

Wanda could tell you were thinking of something and quickly asked you “What’s wrong lyubov'(love)? What do you have in that beautiful mind of yours?” 

“I really want to introduce you already but I think it's better if I take a shower and change out of my work clothes first. I wouldn’t really ask you,but if you want to go ahead and introduce yourself… you could do that. I wouldn’t want you to wait for me. And plus I think it's a good chance for you to have a one-on-one conversation with them,” You suggest to her. 

Wanda ponders a bit on the idea “But you don't have to, if you don't want ofcourse, it's your choice. Whichever you pick I'll understand,” You quickly told her slightly worried that she might feel pressured to talk to them alone while you prepare yourself. 

“I think it wouldn't be such a bad idea. It’s best to not keep our guest waiting, you know,” she teased. She does think maybe it would be good to introduce herself now more than later while waiting for you. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before directing you to the bathroom “Why don't you start on getting ready and I’ll go and talk with your family.”

“Are you sure you’ll be ok? I can ask them to wait a little bit more if you're uncomfortable doing it alone. You don’t have to do it, you know,” she assures you again that it won't be any trouble and that she can handle herself. And you reluctantly agreed and closed the door to the bathroom. 

“You got this Wanda, you can do this!” she tells herself. With one last look in the mirror she quickly left the room and closed the door behind her. She then started walking towards the living room. 

Wanda was still nervous but she wanted to try and take this opportunity to meet your family on her own. Never in her life has she felt the hallway to get to the living room ever felt this long. I must be really nervous, she thinks to herself. But as soon as she saw a glimpse of the person sitting down on the couch she was left speechless “Natasha?” she calls out questionly to the red haired girl that she very much knows.  

Natasha heard her name being called by a familiar voice she could recognize “Wanda?” she stands up from the couch seeing Wanda in your apartment “What are you doing here?” she quickly asked her. “And how are you here?” she asked her sternly. 

Wanda gulps from now just realizing who your family is, and how Natasha is very much glaring straight at her. If looks could kill she was most definitely would’ve been dead by now. “I…-uh live here?” her last words were kind of a whisper but she knows that Natasha most definitely heard her. But before the redhead could ask her more questions a voice was heard from the kitchen. 

“Sestra(sister), have you seen the vodka bottles that (Y/n) has in her cupboards? They are very good!” A blonde girl comes out of the open doorway holding one of your vodka bottles and expecting it. Wanda most certainly knows who that blonde girl was; and it was Yelena. 

Yelena finally notices Wanda standing in the living room and her face contorts into confusion. “Maximoff? What are you doing here? And where’s (Y/n)?” 

Wanda turns her head to where Yelena is standing then turns her head back to Natasha, then back to Yelena, then Natasha. She only then stopped when Natasha walked closer to her, grasping her shoulders with her hands and sternly asking her again the same set of questions she asked a while ago. 

“She’s…uhh-she…,” Wanda clears her throat. “She’s taking a shower at the moment…and about me being here. I’m…-uh, her girlfriend.” She finally tells them and she could definitely see how both sisters are surprised – even though they have already kind of figured that out – soon both of them look at her with a glare both plastered on their faces. I’m dead, this is how I die… oh god!, Wanda thinks to herself. 

Soon enough Yelena speaks up. “Wait so all this time when you were telling us about the girl you’ve been crushing on and then started dating was our sister?” Wanda gives a small nod in return, her face was filled with fear for her life. “So all the time you were talking about wanting to do things to her in bed…You were referring to her,” Yelena pointed to the hallway where she assumes to be where your bedroom is located “Our sister,” Yelena gags at the many times Wanda has rambled and fantasizes about what she wanted to do to you, but continued to very much harden glare at her direction.

Wanda’s cheeks turn a deep red at the moments she talks about you to them, not realizing they were your sisters! She wanted to crawl and hide in a small corner or hole to be hidden and never be found again; and she most definitely knew that both sisters were fuming. 

Natasha seems to actually be the first one to calm down and straighten her back. She knew Alexei and Melina were still in the kitchen looking around since you told them about the vodka bottles that you had. But now seeing one of her teammates at your apartment and you dating them, she was speechless to be honest. You never considered joining the Avengers because you didn't want your life to be filled with action anymore, you wanted a normal life as it can get. She knew you didn’t know any of the Avengers apart from her and Yelena. Although she may let this slide since, she knew what kind of woman Wanda is but that still didn’t stop the anger she was feeling right now; (1) being that she was concerned for your safety if you were dating Wanda (who was an Avenger) that could attract a lot of danger and enemies to you, and (2) was practically that overprotective sister that she was and also because of being reminded of what Wanda had told them before about you and the activities she wanted to do with you, the thought makes her gag internally. 

   “Ok,” Natasha breathes out, “We can talk about this whole you dating my sister thing later, but I have to know one thing Wanda. Does she know?” Natasha asks her.

Wanda was beet red at this point and was sweating from the tension of the room between the three of them. She understood Natasha’s question to her, Do you know? She thinks maybe you did know she was an Avenger but never told her. But she knows that you never knew, since you never really mentioned anything about them, not even when she asked you if you knew Iron man or Tony stark (who is Iron man). You would always just look at her with a look of confusion. 

“No, she doesn’t know,” Wanda nervously tells her. She was playing with the rings at her fingers since this has been the most uncomfortable talk ever in her life.  

Yelena and Natasha looked at each other and just nodded. They both went back to what they were doing and that confused the Sokovian even more and made her even more nervous than she originally was before! 

Soon later you finished pampering yourself and started heading towards the living room. Upon arriving you saw Wanda standing right at the end of the hallway standing still, you could immediately tell she was nervous and you went up behind her and softly placed one hand behind her and started rubbing her back gently. 

“Are you ok Wanda?” you asked. She turns her head facing you and gives you a small smile “I’m ok lyubov'(love).”

You give her one last look before bringing your attention to your redheaded sister that you see sitting down on the couch. You smiled her way and grabbed one of Wanda’s hands and dragged her to meet your sister (you assumed that they hadn't met considering she was just standing still at the end of the hall).  

“Natty!” you called for her attention. Your sister looks at you and stands up abruptly and hugs you. “Nat, this is my girlfriend Wanda!” you beamingly smiled at her. Natasha plastered a fake smile and took one of Wanda’s hands in the form of a handshake but grips it tight, “Nice, to meet you Wanda.” she says, hiding the irritation in her voice. 

You were oblivious to the terrified look on Wanda’s face and played it off as first-time-meeting-family-jitters. You dragged both Wanda and Natasha to the dining table, where the rest of the family was waiting. 

As all three of you entered the dining room, you saw Melina and Alexei conversing with each other, and Yelena taking a shot of vodka, you taught it was her first shot and let it slide but in reality it was her 3rd shot (in her mind this was a way to keep herself from throwing hands at Wanda later on). 

“Mama, papa, this is my girlfriend Wanda,” you introduce her to your parents, “Wanda these are my parents, Melina and Alexei.” 

Wanda never officially met your parents but she did recognize the names that were mentioned before when Natasha was talking about her “adoptive” family. 

“Hello dear, it's finally nice to meet you. I hope you find our family to be a welcoming one,” Melina gives Wanda a small smile from where she was seated. Alexei though was not very calm and stood up quickly and went over to where Wanda was, to say Wanda was not intimidated by the towering man infront of her was very much a lie. “SO! you are the woman that my lovely youngest has been talking about. Welcome to the family!” Alexei grins at her and pats her on the back not minding his own strength, which made Wanda stumble harshly, almost falling face first if you were not holding onto her. 

On the other-side of the table where Yelena resided and which Natasha was now seated wished for Wanda to have face planted on the floor when Alexei patted her on the back. To say they were disappointed was subtle for anyone not paying attention.

 Once everyone was seated around the table, everything fell into place, your parents and your girlfriend seemed to be getting along quite well and Alexei was enjoying himself by telling the same old story to Wanda about his encounters with Captain America. You saw Wanda looking at you silently asking for help since she didn’t want to be rude. 

 Although you saw your sisters were still pretty silent, you saw them glance at each other time-to-time probably having some silent conversation with each other, even Melina noticed. 

You were happy that Wanda was able to meet your family and converse with them and the same goes for your family. All of you talked from the afternoon till nightfall. You were getting pretty tired and everybody can tell. You didn’t want to end the night yet so you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. 

There was a small silence after you left the table before Melina spoke up, “So, you are the scarlet witch from the Avengers. Am I correct?” Wanda choked on her drink and nervously looked at Melina, even Natasha and Yelena were surprised. “Do not worry Wanda, I do not mind that you are an Avenger or that you have powers. What matters to me is that you will protect my daughter and love her with your whole heart,” 

Wanda stared at Melina for a few seconds before speaking, “I promise that I will protect (Y/n) from any danger that comes her way and I truly do love her, she’s truly a beautiful women from the inside and out. I’m really lucky that I was the one who caught her heart and that she caught mine,” Wanda answered with love and sincerity in her voice, whether or not your family approves of her she could care less, as long as you approve of her that was already enough. 

Melina and Alexei looked at Wanda in complete awe (even Natasha and Yelena were in awe), and were both happy that you were able to find someone to love. They both smile at Wanda in approval before standing up from their seats. Wanda, Yelena and Natasha look at them confused at the sudden action. 

“This was such a nice evening and it was a very nice meeting you, Miss Maximoff, but I think it's time for us to go,” Melina stated. “Your going already?” you suddenly appeared from the kitchen doorway with a frown on your face. “Oh my dear milyy rebenok(sweet baby), It is already nightfall and we need to get going. Oh but don't worry we will come visit regularly,” she moves forward to your direction and hugs you tight, you hug back just as tight. 

“Ok,” you say before ending the hug, “I’m going to miss you and papa,”you say, before hugging Alexei too. He hugs back before moving beside Melina. 

You helped them gather their things and gifted them some of your vodkas for them to take home. You all said your goodbyes and hugged one last time before escorting them out of your apartment building. Once back inside Wanda had already fixed and cleaned the rooms and kitchen, you entered the bedroom and saw her. She was in the bed laying down just waiting for you. 

Wanda looked up from the bed to your direction and once she saw you a smile crept up to her face, you always made her feel loved and appreciated and today has been great (well maybe except from your sisters never really knowing if they approved or not but that didn’t matter…at the moment at least.) but that didn’t matter as she knew your parents approved of her and that you loved her with all your heart. 

“You look pretty comfy there in bed without me,” you smile cheekily at her. “It could never be comfortable without you here with me. Come to bed with me now, I demand cuddles with the hectic day I had,” she made grabby hands to you and pouted. You could never resist that pout of her, never. If your kids were to inherit that pout, you would never be able to say ‘no’ to them.

You let out a small laugh and proceeded to move to your bed. Wanda lifted up the covers for you to set yourself in, in which you happily do. You're both lying down facing each other, your hands intertwined with each other, even after almost a year of dating you still feel shy doing these small intimate actions with her.  

She laughs when she sees the blush on your cheeks and kisses both sides. “Do you know how much I love you," 

"You love me enough to tell me that you were an Avenger?" 

She stiffens at your words, "H-How did you know?" 

You placed your hand over one side of her cheek, “Calm down lyubov'(love), I am not mad nor surprised,” you let out a small laugh, “you're not very good at hiding it, really. I overheard what you said at the table, and… I'm also, so very lucky that I was the one who caught your heart.” she blushes at the fact that you probably saw her using magic.  

You both stare at each other, before leaning in close and connecting each other's lips together. The kiss was passionate and filled with love. You move down your hands to her waist and place yourself on top, you remove your lips from hers when you realize you need oxygen. 

“I love you so much Wanda,” you tell her, breathing heavily. 

“I love you too,” she says before kissing you again. 

The kiss was hungry, you moved down your lips to her neck. Wanda let out a small moan at the action and wrapped her arms around your neck to keep you closer, she started to grind herself under you to help relieve herself of the heat in between her legs. “(Y-Y/n), ple-please don't stop,” she moans.

You started to move down kissing down from her neck to her waist, but before you could continue you heard a loud bang coming from your door. “YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR NOT DOING ANYTHING BAD IN THERE!” you heard one of your sisters yell on the other side. The banging turned into knocks as they continuously did it, “Open this door right now!”

You and Wanda both groaned at the interruption and both laid down beside each other, before looking at one another. You give Wanda a small apologetic smile before standing up and heading to open the door. 

Before you could even reach for the door, it opens and both your sisters stumble through. Yelena is first to recover and quickly hugs you making you both fall down. “Wha- Yelana! What are you doing?!” you try to pry off your sister but to no luck. “I’m trying to save you!” and now you're just completely confused, what the absolutely fuck is going on?, you thought to yourself.

Natasha on the other hand heads for your bed where Wanda is still residing, Wanda was just as confused as you but not if terrified on what they were doing. Wanda wanted to ask but squealed as she felt Natasha throw her over her shoulder. Natasha said nothing and just walked for the door. Wanda could easily overpower Natasha with her powers but opted to not use it fearing she would get hurt.

“NATASHA! Why are you carrying my girlfriend?” you seethed, still struggling under Yelena, who was hugging you tighter.

“Don't worry she will sleep outside,” Yelena quips. 

“What the actual fuck? NO! You both are supposed to sleep outside - While me and my girlfriend sleep together,” you were finally able to push Yelena off and rushed to get to Wanda. You stepped in front of Natasha and kicked her in the stomach but not strong enough to really hurt her. She let go of Wanda and you grab her, wrapping your arms protectively around her. 

“Both of you have gone crazy!” you yell at them. 

Natasha recovers from the kick and stands up, “I don’t want you to be alone with her in a room – with a bed,” she stated. “Good thing we came just in time too,” Yelena remarked from behind Natasha. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed heavily, Wanda places a comforting hand behind your back. “Nat, don't you think this is a bit overkill?” Wanda asked. Natasha shakes her head signifying ‘no’. “If it's to protect my sister nothing is to overkill,” glaring slightly at Wanda. 

“Come now sestra’(sister), we're just trying to protect what innocence you have left,” Yelena laughs. “Dear god,” you mumble to yourself. “Natty, Yel. You both will stay outside and sleep in the guestroom or sleep outside, your choice,” you raise your one brow with a madden expression telling them that you're serious. They stare at you shocked and reluctantly they start walking to the guest room, moving past you and Wanda. 

“So sorry about them, if I knew letting them stay here for the night would lead up to this, then I would've never let them sleep over,” you chuckled awkwardly at Wanda. 

“Don’t worry about it, it's pretty endearing with how willing they were to protect you and I don't really mind at all,” she grabs your arm and drags you to the bed, “They’re your family and I know they did it out of love for you,” 

You stop yourself before reaching the bed, “Let me close the door then we can sleep,” you go to close the door but hear your sister shout from the guest room, “DO NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR!” she yells. “SHUT UP AND SLEEP!” you responded back, and shut the door. 

“Oh you will never hear the end of it when you meet them back at the Avengers place, I can tell.” 

“A punishment I will have to bear. I think I'll just have to stay here then, till they calm down and wont kill me on sight,” Wanda laughs. 

“You know I'll never let them kill you,” you tell her as you lay down on the bed. 

You move close to Wanda and hug her in your arms as you get yourself comfortable. “I know,” she says before hugging you back tighter. 

Both of you fell asleep in each others arms peacefully. 

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x fem!reader #natahsa romanoff #yelena belova #Natasha x sister!reader #Yelena x sister!reader #Melina x Daughter!reader #Alexei x Daughter!reader

[free-boundsoul]

What It Means to be 'Treasure.'

Thank you to @weepingredwillow for the brainrot! Here's a little ficlet of Porter bringing Treasure to the Summit and trying to rub it in Vincent's face that his partner is still human and then Treasure overhears. I usually dont write angst without comfort so this feels weird lol

you can also read it here on Ao3

Treasure never would have imagined that a chance encounter at a bar with a stranger would lead to a night straight up of an erotic novel…complete with the vampire fantasy. And then one night turned into another, and another and it wasn’t just the sex. Porter was so gentle with them, and he listened to them; those silver eyes of his were always on them, like he could see them in a way no one else could. They weren’t the invisible person that was only called upon to be the ride home, or the sounding board or the one to cover the tab. They felt seen with him. He touched them like they were precious, like they were really the ‘treasure’ he called them.

            They never would have imagined that he would invite them to the fanciest party they’d ever been seen, though ‘party’ seemed so inadequate a word with how extravagant this ‘Summit’ thing was. Some of those outfits were out of paintings, Renaissance or Victorian, they weren’t really sure but it was nuts! Not to mention the outfit Porter had gifted them was probably the most expensive thing they’d ever worn, or even owned. They were scared to ask, but they were sure that the gems were real and not costume. He told them that they deserved to wear something that complimented their beauty. He didn’t want them to feel out of place, and being a human among so many vampires…well, they appreciated that at least outwardly, they could fit in.

            Though the worry about fitting in was pushed to the back of their head when Porter had their hand in his, his other on their waist as they moved around the dance floor. His lips grazed against their ear as he whispered to them. Little snippets about the people here, apparently there was strained relations between vampires and shifters, and there was a small group here tonight. Gossip about the ‘stuffy’ old vamps that made them chuckle under their breath. He pointed out the prince of the Solaire clan that was hosting the party, his tone turning sour before it sweetened again. Before they could ask, he was whispering little flirty comments that had their heart stuttering in their chest. Their curiosity forgotten as a heat trailing up their neck to their cheeks and maybe even the tips of their ears with how their vampire was teasing them.

            “I think I’m going to find something to drink, did you want me to get you anything- and don’t say any kind of innuendo…maybe later tonight. If you’re good.” A cool drink should help cool them down, though it seemed like their blood always ran hotter with the vampire around.

            Porter chuckled softly as he leaned in to press his lips to their cheek, just at the corner of their mouth like he was teasing them with the proximity. “Am I ever not good? You’ve never alluded to that before, my dear.”

            “Oh...you’re good all right…in a completely bad way.” Their grin only widened as he let out another chuckle, catching the tips of his fangs before they turned their head the little bit to snag a quick kiss. “So…drinks. What’s your poison?”

            “Surprise me, Treasure. I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you bring me,” Porter smiled as he watched them walk away to find refreshments when his gaze landed on familiar silver. At this function, the color was common, only a handful of humans were present. But he would never forget the face of this pair of eyes belonged to. Of course there’s a new pair of silver eyes watching him, and the thought only had his smile turning into a smirk.

            “Porter,” Vincent greeted, his tone professional and almost cold. He was at least trying to be civil, it was too bad Porter was in the mood to pick. There was something about the prince that made him want to poke and prod and bring out the worst he could. Show the old bloods that the ‘golden child’ of the Solaire house was merely gold plated and that there was rust underneath.

            “It’s so good to see you too, Vinnie~ and this must be your lovely partner. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Porter’s smile dropped in a façade of concern as he turned toward the prince’s partner, “I must say I am so terribly sorry. To be Turned in such a way-“

            "Don't you even dare." Vincent's eyes narrowed to menacing slits as he growled in warning, pushing his body in front of his partner like a shield. His teeth were gritted and the air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, though it had nothing to do with the once-Electro Energetic. “Do you have no tact?” he snarled.

            Porter placed his hand against his chest, lowering himself into a half bow that was more mocking than sincere. “Oh, I didn’t mean to stir up any traumatic memories. Truly. I just recently learned about what happened during the Inversion.” He couldn’t help but note how the prince and his progeny both flinched at the mention. The scars from that day still ran deep, even if they wouldn’t voice it.

            “I highly doubt that,” Vincent spat out, his eyes narrowing at him. “You’re just trying to get a reaction out of us.”

            "Would I be that petty, Vincent? I am merely extending my condolences. And confirming what I heard, I would be remiss if I believed another baseless rumor." Porter's smile turned pointed as he met Vincent's glare. "Though I can only imagine how you must feel. All the power you have, my prince, and you couldn't keep your partner safe."

             Vincent's fists clenched at his sides, and he could feel his partner's hand on his back, a calming presence despite the tension in the air. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure, but Porter's words had struck a nerve.

            "You know nothing about what happened, what it was like..." Vincent growled, his voice low and dangerous though it didn't quite manage to mask the pain that resurfaced at the memory. "You have no idea what was lost that day, by everyone."

             Porter chuckled, unfazed by Vincent's anger. "Of course, of course. I only meant to express my sympathies."

             Vincent could feel his partner's hand grip his shirt, a silent plea for him to let it go. He took another deep breath, trying to center himself. He was ready to just turn and go, take his partner away so neither of them would have to listen to Porter’s attempts to rile them up. He was just about to do that when Porter spoke again.

            "But I must ask. Does it eat you up inside? Seeing my partner?" Porter asked, his voice soft but it held a cruel edge. "Seeing that I have what you lost? Do you miss it, Vincent? Having a partner that is soft and warm and alive-“

            “Is that why you brought a human? You wanted to rub it in my face that my partner is a vampire? I’m sorry to disappoint, but I love my partner for who they are, not what. The fact that you found an unempowered human to bring to the Summit just to..to oh…” The fire in Vincent’s eyes dimmed as his gaze went over Porter’s shoulder. Porter noticed how Lovely winced as they looked passed him. His smile dropped when he turned to see Treasure standing there, two glasses of red wine held in their hands.

            Something in his chest clenched when he saw the tears that shone in their eyes, he couldn't believe he'd been too invested in picking at the prince that he hadn't sensed their return. “Treasure…I-”

            “Is it true?” They interrupted, their voice trembling as they met his gaze, the hurt in their eyes pleading him to dispute it. One tear slipped free when he remained silent. “You just brought me here…to taunt him? Was that…was that all I was? Just a tool to dig at someone you don’t like?”

           They hated how their voice shook, the floating feeling they’d had when they walked away was now a sour taste in their mouth. They really should have known better. When something appeared too good to be true…it usually was. They had to stop themself from clenching their hands around the delicate glass they were holding. Cutting themselves on broken glass in a room full of vampires wasn’t a good idea.

           Though the thought did remind them to look away from Porter’s eyes. He’d Tranced them once during their first night together. Then, it’d been exhilarating to be completely at his mercy, but now? The thought that he could just look into their eyes and make them forget this whole thing? Had he done that to them already? Had he altered their memories and just left them with the good ones? Were their memories even true?

           “Treasure-“

           “Don’t. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” They snapped before they snorted, their tone bitter. “Of course you call me that. You always planned on flaunting me. To show me off to try and make someone envious. So, what was your plan after tonight? Wipe my memories and make me forget everything now that you don’t need me? You know, it’s one thing to use someone for a fling. But this is another level of-of fucked up. I thought…I really thought.” They cut themselves off as their voice broke, biting down on their lower lip to stop it from trembling. The extravagant clothes he’d gifted them suddenly felt too tight, too itchy. Or maybe that was just because they felt so dirty now.

          “No! No, I wasn’t going to do that. I-“ Porter’s voice was strained, not the smooth tone he usually adopted. He took a step toward them but the splash of liquid on his face gave him pause. He blinked in shock as wine dripped from his hair, the crimson droplets hitting the marble tiles underfoot.

           Treasure's hands shook as they dropped their arms, though the kept the empty wineglasses in their grasp. It was so tempting to throw them at the man in front of them, to try and cause the same pain they felt. To make him bleed for the way their heart fractured in their chest.  They could feel the tears streaming down their face as they looked at Porter, though they kept their gaze firmly on his chest.

           "How dare you," they hissed, their voice choked with emotion. "How dare you play with my emotions like that. To make me think that you cared about me, only to use me like some cheap toy."

           Porter reached out for them but Treasure stepped back, their eyes filled with anger and hurt. "Don't touch me," they spat out. "I trusted you." They could feel eyes on them, their exchange drawing attention that had their face flushing with more heat than just anger. They bit down on the other words they felt bubbling up, nails biting into their palms as they turned on their heel and strode away from him.

           "Treasure, please, just look at me-" Porter's words died in his throat as Lovely stepped between them. He could feel his hair stand on end from the static that was in the air. Even with the loss of their power from their Turning, strong emotions had a way of drawing on the electro sparks that still lingered in their core and charged through their veins.

           "Back off, Porter," Lovely growled, their eyes flashing with anger. "You've caused enough damage for one night. Let them go." It was a knee jerk reaction to step between them, to protect the human they could see a fragment of themselves in. But they doubted Treasure was latent like they had been. They had no powers to protect themselves with. So, if Porter tried to pull Treasure away, Lovely would stand between them. And with Vincent standing beside them, ready to pounce if Porter made another move closer, they couldn’t find it in themselves to worry.

           "I can't just leave-" Porter tried to argue before Sam's voice cut him off. Porter hadn't even realized that the wolf shifters and their mates had taken a position around Treasure. He knew the wolves had made a business out of security, but he hadn’t expected them to be so quick to step up at a function they were merely guests at. Maybe it had something to do with the way that Sam’s lupine partner was glaring at him, if they’d been Shifted, he could only guess that their hackles would have been standing up and their teeth bared.

          "We will make sure they are safe, Porter. It's best you leave." Sam's voice was low but clear, his tone conveying the seriousness of the situation. But it was the disappointment in the southern drawl that made Porter wince. He wasn’t that close to Sam, but he didn’t hate the ‘surly’ duke. He hadn’t expected the disappointment to sting as it did.

           Porter knew better than to argue, not with so many eyes on him. Not with Vincent and his partner ready to attack if he tried to reach Treasure, and that wasn’t including the four Shifters and the Stealth that were guarding them. Not with a room full of old bloods that were enjoying the free entertainment at his own expense. He nodded curtly, his eyes lingering on the way Treasure's shoulders shook before the Alpha's mate placed a reassuring hand there. He turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. He hated the feeling in his chest, like something had been carved out and taken from him. He despised that every step he took felt like a mistake.

           He shouldn't care! Treasure was a fling! They were just someone to have fun with, to indulge with! He'd only known them for a few weeks, and he doubted that the Department would even approve his request to make them an informed unempowered. It was child's play for him to alter their memories to make them forget the magic parts of their time with him, or make them forget him entirely. They weren't supposed to matter.

          So why did Porter feel like he'd just lost something precious? Why did the sight of their eyes welling with tears make him want to pull them close and comfort them? Why did the thought of Vincent, or his partner or the Shaw Pack comforting them make his throat burn with bile? Why did the thought of never hearing their quiet laugh feel him with dread? Why was he already missing the way their eyes sparkled in mischief as they teased him? Why did it feel like someone had reached into his chest and was squeezing his heart?

         Just how was he going to fix this?

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted porter #redacted treasure #sorry i suck at naming things

[babybeewrites]

Movie Night

Cg! Billy Loomis x Little! GN! Reader x CG! Stu Macher

Warnings: Mentions of murders // stress from school // Stressed reader // Billy & Stu scare the reader // paci usage // sippy cup usage // fluff!

Summary: Y/N is having a hard time with school, plus the murders that have been happening don’t help with how stressed they feel. So one night while they’re trying to study for yet another test, their boyfriends sneak in one night with the plan for a little movie night. They cuddle the rest of the night watching Y/N’s favorite movies.

A/N: I tried adding some baby-ish talk when the Reader had regressed, just because sometimes it's hard to write an immersive agere fic in first person. it's not much though

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I groan & rub my tired eyes while leaning back in my seat. The last few weeks have been so stressful. State testing had begun about a week ago & to add to the stress, about a week or two before that murders had started happening. I’m so worried about loosing my friends at any moment. I get up to get another cup of coffee, I’m going to need it if I’m going to stay up any longer. With all this stress I haven’t been able to sleep much, & with the testing, I’ve been staying up even later to study. That paired with not feeling safe enough to regress recently is really taking a toll on me. I feel horrible, but what can I do? Nothing really. I walk down stairs & into my kitchen, being thankful my parents are out of state during all of this. I definitely don’t want them around during all of this. Blindly reaching for the coffee pot, I jump when it moves so easily. Finally I look at what I’m reaching for & see that it’s empty. Amazing. With a groan, I grab another pod of coffee & start another pot. While it’s brewing I realize that I had forgotten my mug upstairs, all the way in my room. I huff & jog back up to get it, upon entering my room, I head straight for my desk & grab the mug. Before I can head back down stairs I hear the noise of my coffee machine stop. That’s odd, the pot shouldn’t be done yet. I wait a few moments, listening for any noise. Then I hear it, the sound of heavy-ish foot steps. Oh no. I begin to panic & look around my room, where is somewhere easy to hide!? Quickly setting my cup down, I head for my closet & hide in there.

The foot steps begin to slowly climb the stairs. However, there’s another pair of foot steps, these ones much lighter than the first. The second pair of foot steps is still downstairs though. I can hear my heartbeat quicken as the foot steps draw closer to my room, heading straight for my room I realize. With all this going on, I start to feel my brain go fuzzy. I’m not surprised that of course this is the time my brains calls a quits. This is the worst time to be feeling small! The door to my room creaks open & I do my best to stay quiet, I even cover my mouth with my hands to hide my now labored breathing. I start mentally chanting for Billy or Stu to magically appear & save me from the scary people in my house. The foot steps pause in the middle of my room before I hear a voice.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” It’s Billy, him & Stu must have snuck in through the back door again. I feel so relieved that I audibly sigh from my hiding place. Daddy must have heard it since he makes how way towards the closet & opens the door carefully. I look up to see my pretty daddy, he seems unhappy though. Probably because I hid though. While looking at him I notice that the fuzzuness has taken over, but its ok. Daddy & Papa are here which means I’m safe. Without thinking I reach up. “Oh my poor sweet angel, did we scare you?” He asks sweetly while reaching down, sliding his hands around me & pulling me from my spot on the closet ground. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck as he picks me up. 

“Daddy! Yous spook me!” I whine while burying my head into where his shoulder meets his neck. He smells kinda funny, like a penny! I start giggling at that one. My comment gets a chuckle from him as he walks over to my bed. Daddy sits down on my head with me in his lap, still facing him. He adjusts his arms around me & holds me closer to him. Daddy is so warm. I let out a sigh of content. The sound of foot steps coming up the stairs tells us that Papa is coming up now. With a big big smile, Papa opens the door & looks at me & Daddy.

“Hows our sweet angel?” He asks almost dramatically. Papa walks over & wraps his arms around me & Daddy, joining us on the bed. I start giggling & reach a hand out to grip his shirt. Papa unwraps one of his arms & gently places a big hand over mine, keeping my hand there. Being able to touch both of them brings me so much comfort. Daddy looks towards my desk & sees an open book next to my notebook & an empty mug. He pulls away enough to look me in the eyes & furrows his brows at me.

“Little one were you staying up late to study? Again?” He nearly scolds, making me lower my head & pout. Of course Daddy would notice why I’m still up so late. I nod slowly, knowing it won’t help to lie. Lying is against the rules. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes tuz I don’t like making Daddy disappointed. Papa must have noticed my teary eyes tuz he steps in to save me. Like a knight!

“Billy leave them alone, the little one has been stressed lately, why do you think we’re here unannounced.” He battles the shorter male & promptly pulls me from Daddy’s arms. Letting me snuggle into his chest. Huh, Papa doesn’t smell like pennies, unlike Daddy. That's ok though. Daddy & Papa must have been having a very quiet talk tuz Papa suddenly pulls away from me & gives a goofy smile.

 “Come on little one! Lets get you into some comfy clothes & your paci.” He says sweetly before getting off the bed with me in his arms. Papa is so strong! He walks over to my closet & sets me down. I pout but turn to my closet when he starts going through my onesies. There’s a lot of funny little hums he does while looking through my closet. Papa moves my dino onesie to reveal my Winnie the pooh onesie. I squeal & reach for it. Pooh bear! Pooh bear! I mentally chant in excitement. With a light hearted laugh, Papa grabs the onesie & steps away from me.

“Arms up little one! We gotta get your boring jammies off first.” He waits for me to do as I’m told. Which I do! Duuh! I want my Pooh bear onesie. With my arms raised, Papa Takes my shirt & then helps me slip out of my comfy pants. Once undressed, he helps me put on the pooh bear onesie. Papa even lets me balance myself using his shoulders! With my Pohh Bear onesie on, Papa picks me up again & reaches into my little box, pulling out a honey themed paci that matches with my onesie. He clips it to the collar of my onesie & pops the paci into my mouth. With me all set for a little night, Papa turns back to Daddy. Daddy seems to have calmed down in the time it took for Papa to help me get ready for whatever they have planned tonight. Daddy gets up from his spot on the bed & walks over to us. Daddy wraps an arm around Me & Papa & leans in close enough to give me a kiss on the head. It’s Daddy’s way of saying he’s not mad anymore.

“Lets get in bed & watch some winnie the pooh, how does that sound little one?” Daddy asks me once he pulls away. I smile brightly & start nodding quickly. 

“Ya! Winnie da pooh!” I cheer. My excitement gets a smile from both Papa & Daddy. They love seeing their little one so happy & care free. Papa hands me to Daddy, letting him take me to bed while Papa walks towards my desk. He bends down & opens one of the big drawers at the bottom of my desk. It’s the regression movie drawer. Papa pops in the movie & turns to me & Daddy. In the time Papa was getting the movie, Daddy had brought me to the bed & had layed down with me. Holding me close while we wait for Papa. Papa smiles at us but doesn’t come to the bed, instead he goes back to my closet. Reaching into my little box, he pulls out my favorite sippy cup.

“What type of juice do you want little one?” He asks sweetly, being calmer than usual. I think really hard, its a very hard choice ya know! But honestly I know right before leaving my parents had made sure to get me snacks & drinks & I know I have some of my favorite juice left. So i do the obvious thing & cheer for my favorite juice, getting a huff from Daddy since he doesn’t like when I yell while so close to his ear. I remember that I’m super duper close to Daddy’s ear & quickly turn to him while Papa goes to get some juice.

“Sorry Daddy.” I whisper, making sure I don’t talk too loud for Daddy’s ears. Daddy rolls his eyes but still gives me a loving smile.

“It’s ok Angel, I know you were just excited.” He reassures & even gives me another kiss on the head. Daddy grabs my stuffy that’s behind him & hands Mr. Cuddles to me. He’s a teddy bear I’ve had since I really young. I cuddle Mr Cuddles really close to my chest & smile up at Daddy. Daddy smiles back before turning to the tv in my room & starting the movie. Daddy can be a meanie butt sometimes.

Papa comes back & basically bolts over to the bed, joining me & Daddy quickly while being careful not to spill my juice. Papa laughs behind me & hands Daddy my drink so he can wrap his arms around the two of us. Daddy nods to Papa & holds my sippy out for me to take. I take i with a quiet thank you & start sipping at my oh so delicious juice. Papa gives me a kiss on the head before finally settling down so he can also watch the movie. Some time later I finish my juice & snuggle into Daddy. ’m so seepyyy. Daddy notices my sleepiness & takes my empty sippy before lowering the volume on my tv so we can all go to sleep. Papa smiles at Daddy & gives him a kiss before snuggling into us more so he can also go to sleep. I fall asleep so after, getting better sleep than I have in weeks.

#agere #x little!reader #little reader #Caregiver Billy Loomis #Caregiver Stu Macher #Caregiver!Billy #Caregiver!Stu #Cg!Billy #Cg!Stu #Agere fic #x little!GN!reader #Gender neutral little #little space #Daddy!Billy #Papa!Stu

[surshica]

invitational — SHE KNOWS

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“seriously?! another party?” yn had groaned flopping onto the couch. “yeah we told you..anddd..” ann crossed her arms sitting on the kitchen countertop, “you/i forget.” ann and yn had said at the same time, a small smirk like smile formed onto ann’s lips as yn had a pout.

“i means they kinda plastered your name all over this saying you would be here..it’s too late to ditch.” kyuma slithered his hands through his hair as his head rested on the back of the single seater couch chair, his gaze fixated onto yn occasionally looking back at ann who was drinking her pineapple juice.

“but i’m tooo lazyyy~” yn groaned whined, “well too late start getting ready we need to go soon or we’ll hit traffic.” tatta’s tone was stern, he knew it was annoying but at the end of the day if yn had personally said yes to doing it. yn frustrated got off the coach walking to her room finding something nice to wear.

“don’t forget you have a media party to go to at the [company name] chairman’s house—kuina will be there and unfortunately dispatch as well!!” kyuma reminded her, yn’s eyes widened ever so slightly. she had forgotten about that as well. “well shit.” she groaned to herself shaking her head closing the door to get ready.

“even after being in the game for what 10+ years? she is quite forgetful…” ann had commented as she sipped on her pineapple juice in a plastic cup, “i mean cut her some slack you can already see the grey hairs on her head from all the scandals dispatch gets her in” tatta joked as kyuma laughed lightly.

“she isn’t even 30 and has more grey hairs—its funny but sad..she’s so..” kyuma put his hand on his chin, “overworked” the three of them said in unison earning laughs at how synced they were.

“she agrees to literally all of it..” tatta had sighed before lifting his eyebrow slightly, “..agreed to all of it except the drama, which she could’ve said no too.” tatta’s statement cause ann to stop drinking her pineapple juice; he stare beamed into tatta’s skull.

kyuma got the message giving tatta the what do you mean look. tatta has never sweated so much before—he had two people who scared him staring straight into his skull as if a red laser was going to be shot through him im sorry HAHAH.

“what do you mean by that?” ann questioned never taking her eyes off tatta, “she could’ve said no but she caved in since the new manager saw potential..” he had nervously licked his lips. “and did you tell yn this.” kyuma’s question felt more as a demand.

“I DID! she didn’t listen to me though she felt as if she needed to do the drama..” tatta nervously smiled wanting something good to happen, oh god he hated this so much. he was mentally curing himself for being it up.

“and what did she say.”

“she said she has too..she hates this new manger tho.” “DONT LOOK AT ME LOOK AT HER OR YKW BRING IT UP WITH THE MANAGER IM JUST HER DRIVER.”

ann had just hummed in a acknowledgment bushing her hair behind her ear. “we’ll talk to her when she gets back from her activities.” ann stated as kyuma nodded getting up from the seat patting tatta on the shoulder, “thank you for telling us” he tried to sound cherry but hell under all that he was upset

“YN HURRY UP OR YOULL BE LATE.” kyuma yelled causing yn to shuffle back over to the small living room, “jeez jeez i was just doing my hair—is this please-able?” yn said standing in front of them. she was wearing a black puff sleeve mini dress and white high tops, she really didn’t want her feet to hurt plus she thought it was cute.

“yes you look fine now go!! you’re going to late and you wouldn’t want that out..” ann warned her pushing her towards the door as tatta followed along-suit. “bring her back in one piece no scandals tatta or i will shoot lasers at you!” ann warner smiled at him, tatta just nodded.

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“we’re here!” tatta smiled at yn who looked a little nervous, there was a grip she held on her dress that looked like she wanted to quit. “stage fright?” tatta hummed looking outside seeing many people lined up to take pictures of her.

“no. just the paparazzi, i just get nervous because what if i trip and fall and i look stupid?!” she had groaned as the grip loosened she looked out the window getting more anxious. “fuck I CANT DO THIS I HATE THEM” she complained.

tatta ended up slapping yn, “shut up. you look fine, now go in there and do that performance so we can get out of here.” tatta unlocked the door leaving the car to go open the door for yn, a little shocked tatta slapped her. a small giggle left her lips, “thank you for the reality check.” yn had smiled at tatta.

the lights were blinding—she couldn’t even see where she was going the only thing she could see is the carpet the led inside, quickly making her way inside. she made her way to the back where the other performers were getting ready.

her name was being called so much she would’ve thought she won an award or something. “i’m here!!” she had exclaimed raising her hand. the stage director smiled giving her the ear pieces she needed. quickly putting in the ear pieces she made sure they were put on properly.

she grabbed a picture that she kept in her spandex pockets, giving it a small kiss as goodluck—she was ready to perform. but as her name got announced a wave of nervousness washed over her again. she had to shake herself, those nerves are meaningless she told herself.

as the person said her name you made your way up to the stage with a bright smile on her face, waving to everyone or trying too. the lights were blinding..a little too blinding. you looked over to the person who was in control and motioned them to turn it down slightly. they got the hint and were more dimmed out.

“hello everyone!! hopefully you are enjoying the party!” yn had her hands around the microphone standing walking around the small stage, the screams from fans who made it in were evident. “that’s good to hear” yn had chuckled, “i’m going to be performing one of my personal favorites and one that i think everyone will enjoy…Romance!” she has exclaimed, a bunny like smile formed onto her lips.

the crowd was very static to hear you sing the song since it was one of your most popular one! “woah i didn’t know you loved this song so much!” yn had gotten to her position as the lights dimmed, closer her eyes a breathe of excitement made her bones shiver. it wasn’t cold by all means but those goosebumps from performing has merely came.

opening your eyes you were waiting for the music to que, a momentum was sounded in your earpiece to keep you on track. her eyes wandered around and had noticed a white hoodie that resembled chishiya, the comfort feeling washed over you knowing he was here, regardless that be he was invited or was here to watch you perform.

the music started causing yn to put on her stage demeanor, a very flirty yet calm fun loving presence. yn had her eyes following chishiya the whole time, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. but the show must go on, not wanting to cause a storm she pretended to flirt with the male and female fans. there was nothing wrong with some harmless fan service.

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after her performance was over, it was rather quick with 3 songs nothing too much and nothing over the top, she had rushed off backstage wanting to take off the earpiece. a part of her wanted chishiya, there was this urge to go hug him and thank him for simply being there even if it was the smallest gesture.

you somewhat got tangled in your ear pieces; slight curse words were mumbled through her lips as she untangled herself; she started rushing to the door looking at the crowd trying to find that white hoodie that ended up not being there anymore. a frown was shown apon her lips. disappointed she made her way to the back door where tatta had been parked waiting for her.

she had pushed the door open a little too roughly, a groan was heard on the otherside causing yn to widen her eyes. she had quickly closed the door behind her looking around “IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE HERE” yn worriedly squared down to their side.

the person shook their head with their hand on top of their head, “it’s fine it’s my fault for walking so close..” he groaned. his voice was soft yet low enough that made her blush. she stared at the person closely, the blonde hair and white hoodie looked so fimilar and it finally hit her, “CHISHIYA. OH MY GOD.”

she had moved his face towards hers, she felt the need to look at him to see if there was any injuries. blood was dripping from the side of his face; “you’re bleeding..” she pointed out, she was close to his face. the blush was streaming from her cheeks to her ears, the faint scent of a vanilla like strawberry cologne was evident.

“i’ll be fine it’s just blood, plus i’m a doctor.” he assured her getting up holding out his hand to pull her up, she took the offer getting off the ground. his cold hands were wrapped in his. he made no effort to remove his from hers, his steps were a little wonky. he felt a little lightheaded but tried to shake it off—it didn’t go unnoticed by yn.

“chishiya i need to clean it up..i cant just let you walk home with blood on the side of your head.” yn argued walking over to the busy tatta who was too busy playing on his phone. “TATTA HURRY UP AND TAKE US TP THE CHAIRMANS HOUSE I NEED TO CLEAN UP CHISHIYA!!” yn had exclaimed worriedly, she was talking so fast tatta only caught some of it but hurriedly started up the car.

“COME CHISHIYA COME.” yn pushed chishiya inside who ended up closing his eyes, the dizziness had became too much for him, “i just need water..” chishiya mumbled still holding yn’s hand. the sound of tatta honking was loud alongside the sharp turns.

“TATTA do we have water?!?” yn unbuckled crawling over to tatta, “no but we have juice box!” tatta didn’t bother to look back.

“JUICE BOX?! DO WE NOT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE??”

“NO BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU LIKE TO BRING WITH YOU.”

“YOU SHOULF COME PREPARED.”

“THATS HARD WHEN ALL YOU PACK JUICE BOXES.”

they bickered some more causing chishiya to groan “just give me a fucking juice box.” the grip on his and yn’s hands tightened causing yn to look back at him, a sorry escaped her lips.

she had handed him a juice box that had been in the mini cooler tatta carrie’s around for yn, “thank you” chishiya opened his eyes slowly to drink from the juice box. “fruit punch? hmm” he said as if he was critiquing her. “yes i think fruit punch is the best go to flavor from any brand~” yn had hummed sitting back down at the seat next to chishiya.

yn had started rubbing her thumb in small circle motions, “tatta can you drive any faster..” yn cleared her throat not wanting to annoy chishiya, “IM TRYING. there is a thing called traffic.” tatta scowled.

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the three had finally made it to the chairman’s house, ushering chishiya into the house thankfully everyone had been outside at the moment. tatta went outside to go tell kuina yn was here alongside chishiya.

yn had ushered chishiya into one of the empty rooms near the backyard. “i don’t know who’s room this is but i don’t care.” yn said pushing chishiya down onto the bed rummaging to find some alcohol wipes and bandages,

she had found some and cleaned up the wound, casual hisses escaped chishiya’s lips “i thought you were a doctor..surpised you are in pain.” yn had snarked a comment as she went to go throw away the used products, “i’m a doctor not superman.” chishiya clarified back pulling out another juice box from his pockets.

yn had raised an eyebrow, “isn’t that mine..” she looked at him, “yeah but i took it” he smiled cheekily casually drinking it. yn rolled her eyes in amusement, her phone had been spammed by kuina asking where she was and that they are asking her to come perform now.

a sigh escaped her lips “i need to go..” she said as she looked at her phone, chishiya simply hummed knowing she had to do her job. “i’ll be back to pick you up and drop you off at home” yn akwardly smiled at him, before skipping off into the backyard.

yn made sure nobody saw her and sighed in relief, shaking off any nerves that might of been there. she saw kuina and skipped towards her earning a pinch from her, a pout was evident. “i’m sorry i am late..i got wrapped up in something hehe..” yn tried to seem less akward.

she shook the chairman’s hand, “lovely party by the way!” she wanted to be nice when in reality it was a burning business party. the chairman smiled at her positive comment, “don’t worry about being late, if anything everyone was just here early.” he laughed at his own statement and kuina stiffened a chuckle.

yn had just nodded grabbing the guitar that had been propped next to the wooden stool, this was where she had to perform one of her unreleased songs. i mean she’ll get what she’ll get. tuning the guitar she strum in it make sure it sounded nice.

yn had tapped on the microphone gently, “hello hello?” she talked into the mic, “is this working??” she asked looking around. people gave her thumbs up; “well great! hello everyone welcome to the party even if i’m half an hour late welcome!!” she giggled.

chishiya heard some commotion come from outside and it had sounded like yn’s voice, something inside him told him to go outside onto the balcony. and so he listened to those urges and walked onto the balcony leaning against the railing, hands crossed—hoodie draped over his head (WE ALL KNOW THAT SCENE FROM S1 EP3.)

“this is one of my unreleased songs..i’m a little nervous to play this but HERE WE GO HAHA” yn’s voiced boomed from the small speakers. “this song was actually dedicated to one of my crushes i’ve had since my childhood..so do enjoy.”

“it’s called the glue song.” yn had a smile so bright it would light up the whole room. the soft strumming of the guitar with the gentle vocals lured chishiya into it. its almost as if he was being serenaded—and he wasn’t complaining.

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AN : yes this whole chapter is based off like a 15 minute scene in starstruck YES THIS IS WHERE THE PLOT DEVELOPS AND YES I AM FINALLY OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK. AND YES YES YES IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO WRITE THIS. i hope you enjoyed <3

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