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nina-ya · 20 days

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Can we have some more premature ejaculation hcs? Dealer's choice

Premature Ejaculation With the Monster Trio + Law

A/N: Anon i hope you know that i was writing this before you even requested it so i need you to kindly evict my brain thank you very much sdflfsdj Parings: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Sanji x reader, Law x reader (all separate) CW: Penetrative sex (zoro and luffy), sanji cums in his pants, oral male recieving (law), ummmm idk what else to put if anyone notes anything i missed let me know! WC: 2.2k total ~400-600 each.

You’d been teasing Luffy all day with light touches and coy glances, watching as he grew more and more restless as the hours passed. By the time most of the crew retired to sleep, Luffy was practically bouncing with anticipation, unable to contain his energy for much longer.

The moment you were alone, he was on you, pressing you against the wall with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of you. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing at your body eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his body pressed against yours. You could already feel his erection in his pants. His lips parted as a half groan, half whimper escaped his throat as he grew more and more eager to be inside of you.

As your hands dragged along his chest, feeling each and every muscle of his abdomen, he peeled away your bottoms rather quickly, along with his own in a burst of urgency. He grabbed you by the waist and led you backwards until you fell onto a bed, and Luffy climbed over you, his grin wide as he leaned down to kiss you again.

His lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed every open surface he could find. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them, his cock already poking at your entrance with an impatience that made you gasp. You felt his tip rub across your dripping hole, using the wetness to slicken himself up before he pushed into you with a groan. Luffy set a frantic pace as he buried himself inside you. “Ngh, you’re so tight,” he whined out, his voice strained as he thrust into you. Each thrust was filled with a desperate need, his desire for you evident as he chased his own release. “Ah, ah, ah, so good!”

You could hear the neediness dripping from his voice, and just as you felt your own pleasure starting to build, his rhythm faltered, his body tensing with a choked gasp. “Oh, ah, I'm gonna-,” he whimpered, his hips bucking into you as he came, spilling into you with a trembling release. The suddenness of his climax took both of you by surprise, his breathing heavy as he collapsed against you.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice still lust laden. “I—I couldn’t hold it. It just felt…” he trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words in his post-euphoric state.

You couldn’t help but find his inability to hold back quite amusing. You reached up and brushed his hair back out of his eyes, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you stroked his cheek. “It’s okay,” you said, trying to reassure him despite the tinge of disappointment that the moment couldn’t last long enough for you to finish. You figured it would only be a little while longer before he recovered so you could keep going, but as he lay against you, his breathing calming, you noticed something odd.

Luffy wasn’t pulling out, and he wasn’t getting softer.

You were confused. It was as if he hadn’t just climaxed a moment ago. He let out a low groan, shifting slightly as if he was getting in position to go at it again.

“Wait, Luffy?... Already?” you asked, seemingly confused, yet you couldn’t help but feel rather happy at the idea that he could go for another round so soon.

It seemed as if he had newfound energy coursing through him, and he looked at you with a grin, as if that earlier climax was just a warm-up. He leaned down and kissed you, mumbling against your lips, “You just felt so good.” He rolled his hips into yours, swallowing the gasp that was pulled from you. “Just want a bit more,” he added, his hands roaming down to your hips, grabbing them firmly as he hoisted you up, getting into position to set a brutal pace once more. You had a long night ahead of you.

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Zoro is usually the one in control, on top, his large body pressing you into the mattress with each thrust. He knew how to hit all the right spots, and it was utterly intoxicating. You moaned out his name, clutching onto his shoulders as he moved within you, setting a pace that made it difficult to think of anything but the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, rolling his hips into yours at a slower pace—a brief pause to let you catch your breath. You took advantage of the break, lightly pushing on his chest. He broke the kiss, gave you a knowing look, then flipped himself off you and onto his back. You then crawled over him and straddled him with a playful grin.

You took hold of his cock, lining it up with your entrance, rubbing your shared slick onto his tip but not quite putting it in yet. His hands flew to your hips, his grip tightening as he urged you downward, groaning, "Don't be a tease." At his words, you sank down onto his cock, the stretch drawing sighs and groans of pleasure from both of you. As you descended, feeling the full length of him inside you, the sensation was almost overwhelming—he was filling you up in all the right ways.

His grip on your hips tightened, his knuckles nearly turning white from the pressure as he tried to keep his composure. You could see the tension in his muscles as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, his deep groans filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, his voice a low growl as you started to rock your hips. You set a slower pace, yet you could tell he was struggling to hold on, his brows knit in concentration as he fought to maintain restraint. But with each slow, deliberate roll of your hips, his control seemed to slip further and further away.

“Wait,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips bucked slightly beneath you. “Don’t—” His words were cut off by a sharp groan as you continued to move.

“Zoro~” you said, a playful edge to your voice as you placed your hands on his chest to anchor yourself as you rode him. “What's wrong? Hmm?”

He grunted in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to steady you. “I’m serious,” he breathed, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

But it was too late. With one last roll of your hips, you felt him tense beneath you, his body shuddering as he reached his breaking point. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he came, his cum releasing into you in hot spurts. His head tilted back, his muscles clenching as he gave in to the pleasure, the hands on your hips holding you in place onto him as he released inside you.

You couldn’t help but feel some amusement as you looked down at him, his euphoric expression mixed with embarrassment was certainly a sight to enjoy. “Damn it,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing with color.

You leaned down and placed a slow kiss on his lips, pulling back slightly with a playful smirk. “Mmm, that was cute,” you started. “But I’m not done yet.” And with that, you started your movements again, picking up pace as you started to bounce on him with a rhythm that made him groan nearly instantaneously. The sounds escaping his lips were like music to your ears, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

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Sanji's lips were hot against yours, the eagerness of the kiss making your head spin. His hands roamed your body, grabbing and squeezing at whatever he could as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hunger and desire that was heady.

You pressed your body against his, feeling his erection grow by the second as he grinded his hips into you. His throbbing cock pressed against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you slid your hand down to rub against him, teasing him with each movement of your hand.

Your other hand then traveled to his hair, your fingers threading through his blonde locks, giving it a gentle tug that elicited a breathy moan from him. His lips parted from yours with a soft gasp, eyes glazed over with thirst as he met your gaze.

“Merde,” he cursed under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against your hand in response to each and every touch. His own hands traced the curves of your hips and waist, the softness of your thighs, leaving behind goosebumps.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he continued his movements, his arousal growing with each movement against your hand. Soon, a low, shuddering moan escaped Sanji’s lips, his body trembling against yours as you felt the fabric beneath your hand dampen. His body slumped over yours, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, cheeks turning red seemingly at the embarrassment of finishing before his pants even came off.

When you realized what had happened, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Couldn’t hold back, huh?” you teased, feeling a sense of triumph at the way his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at your words.

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, his voice soft and filled with lingering pleasure. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a slow, tender kiss, pulling back just to whisper, “Trust me, I am going to make it up to you.”

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You traced your fingers along the waistband of Law’s pants, his impatience growing as you unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down with a teasing slowness. You could see his eagerness in the way his hands couldn't stand still—one hand fidgeting with the bedsheets beneath him, the other behind your head, unconsciously pulling you closer to his erection with each passing second.

With a smirk, you eased his pants down, revealing the bulge in his underwear. You could see his muscles tense as you took your time, running your fingers along the edge of the fabric before finally tugging them down, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. It bounced upwards, and a low groan escaped his lips as his cock met the cold air.

You leaned in, your lips grazing against the skin of his inner thighs. He looked at you with pupils blown wide with desire as you planted kisses closer and closer to where he wanted you most. You took his member in your hand and began to stroke it slowly, your thumb tracing a circle around the tip before gliding down the shaft. Law’s hips twitched in response, his chest heaving as his fingers flexed in your hair.

Looking up at him with those innocent eyes, you continued your slow strokes, relishing the way his expression contorted with every movement. The teasing strokes seemed to be working well, his body responding with subtle shifts and restrained groans. His grip on the bed sheets tightened, as if he were trying to steady himself, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, teetering on the edge of restraint and release.

Finally, you leaned in, your tongue darting out to flick across the head of his cock, licking up the precum that was dripping from it. The taste only made you want more, and as you took him into your mouth, you could feel him shudder in response. Law’s grip on your hair grew firmer, his body stiffening as he let out a sharp breath.

It didn’t take much to send him over the edge. After only one stroke of your warm mouth sliding over his length, he came undone, crying out in the process. Law’s hips bucked, his hand pushing your head down against him as he came, the sudden pressure making you choke and gag, your eyes watering as he rode out his climax. His cum came in hot, thick spurts, each one painting your mouth and throat a milky white, and you had no choice but to swallow it all.

His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, and as he started to calm down, he relaxed his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull off his cock, coughing slightly as you looked up at him with a smirk. He tilted his head down to look at you, chest heaving with each breath. You could see redness creeping up his cheeks as he realized just how quickly he came. You didn’t mind, though. You brought your hand up and swiped the excess cum that was on the corner of your mouth, popping your finger into your mouth to clean it up. You noticed Law’s cock twitch at the sight of you doing that, and with a soft chuckle, you leaned in, muttering to him, “That was nice… let's see if I can make that happen again.”

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your-girl-mj · 10 months

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morning after [1610!miles × f!reader]

summary: morning after with hangovers and your sweet boyfriend miles

warning: mama rio in early mornings /jk

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles. aged up!miles and reader <3

created: august 10, 2023

published: august 15, 2023

first part | second part.

[name] woke up feeling wasted the night before, which is true. she blinks the lights out until she gets used to it. looking around, she just figured out she's in miles's room.

she was scooted to the far corner of the bed, blanket neatly tucked her in, with an empty side of the mattress.

the girl slowly sat up, and she was hit with a major headache. hammering into her brain. a groan left her lips before she lay down again to make it stop.

[name] was rubbing the side of her head when miles came into his room. "hey. morning, baby." he was holding a bowl of freshly made soup, with a towel hanging on his arm. he spoke so softly to her, scared that any loud sounds would make her hangover worse.

"hi," matching his tone, she looked confused at the bowl in his hands as miles gave her a peck on her crown. "what's this?"

"breakfast, i made it." he grinned proudly. with a twip sound, he shot a web to glass of water at the table across the bed. when he retrieved it, the water spilt and wet the floor, "oh shoot—!" he was quick to send a sheepish beam

a giggle erupted from her throat, "you're such a dork." miles laid the towel on her lap and put the bowl in her hands.

"don't eat it yet," then taking off to get towels on his drawers, muttering; "didn't think that one through."

"¿mijo, estás bien por ahí?" mrs morales' voice is heard from outside the room, [name] peak at the agape door she saw her cleaning the kitchen. she's cleaning the mess miles made. [son, are you okay over there?]

"buenos dias, señora." the girl greeted, slowly sitting up again, as mrs. came in the room. not noticing miles hanging the now wet towel by his window sill next to his newly washed jacket. [good morning, mrs.]

"¡buenos dias, mija!" her voice made a slight knock on the brain, but [name] smiled warmly at her mother-in-law. "¿ya te lo comiste? miles lo hizo solo para ti." [good morning, daughter!] [did you already eat it? miles made it just for you.]

"not yet, but i'm sure it's good—" the girl was about to sip, but mrs. morales stopped her before she could get a taste. the spoon full was frozen in mid-air as she waited for the woman's words, thinking she did something wrong.

"ah!" a single sound makes it feel like you did something you should've. "mijo, feed her. i'm getting her some aspirin." with that, she left the room, leaving the door open for reasons.

"i was gonna before you came in," miles muttered a comment, rolling his chair closer to the bed, smiling at his girl who mirror it back.

"what did you just say?" mrs morales swiftly turned to face where his room is. her tone is blaring enough to be heard loud and clear. hands rested on her hips with a deep frown.

"i said, i was already planning to, mama!" miles cupped a hand over his mouth, not wanting to make [name]'s hangover worst. "sorry 'bout the noise, [nickname]." he sends a sheepish grin, stirring the soup, then scooping a spoon full and feeding her.

the two can hear mrs. morales muttering along the lines of, "if i heard one bad mouth, i'll ground him for three months. mummbling and muttering, i will woop his—" and the rest is mystery.

"its okay," she replied once swallowed, "i like lively mornings with you," [name] rested her hand over his, a beam never seems to left her features, "any morning with you, to be honest. it's been a while since i stayed over." with that, she continued to eat as he fed her. mrs. morales order's.

miles feel the same warmth in his heart at his girl. thinking about it, it's been a while since they spent the night together, and it's because he's busy being spiderman, a son, and a student all together. he only has a little time to be her boyfriend.

he soon feels guilt in his chest once again, the same one he felt last night. he now knows what she meant when she said he cancelled another date. sober [name] said it was fine while drunk [name] is saying she feels unloved.

they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

before miles can bring up the topic, his dad already there to join the chaos. "what's the fuss all about?" he gave his wife a bear hug from behind. he's already in uniform, ready for work.

"my daughter has a hangover," mrs. morales stated, she finally found the medicine, and strolled her way back. those words never fail to make [name] melt on the spot.

"kidnapping is illegal." mr. morales reminded her, making himself a cup of coffee. his wife ignored his words and set water on the table as well as the aspirin the girl needed.

"drink this once you're done eating. miles, you're in charge of her." she gave him a firm look before pulling the door to only a few inches open.

"i'm starting to think she loves you more than me," miles shrugged, taking a few sips on the soup as well before feeding his girl. his eyes are literally heart-shaped as he looks at her lovingly.

"sorry, you have to find it this way, babe," [name] matches his tone, drawing a chuckle from her s/o. after a short moment, she leaned to his headboard with a sigh. "sorry, i got drunk. you probably had a hard time getting me home," she refused to meet his eyes, playing with the helm of the blanket on top of her.

"nah, it's cool. you're adorable when you're drunk." he kissed her on the nose, which she crunched up in process. "do you remember anything yesterday?" thinking she might be able to recall what she said to him.

as miles fetch her water and medicine, she couldn't help but get curious. "no. did we swing to your room?"

"if we did, the streets in brooklyn will be close for major clean up." his hand was fast to catch the thrown book at him, just seconds after his spider sense activated. he spun to face her, dorky beam is present to his face.

his girl only narrowed her eyes at him, "i don't know if i should be pissed or attracted to you right now." miles only shook his head with a laugh.

he thought back what her words were about last night. he wanted to make things clear and apologise for cancelling his dates with her more often than he intended.

she did say she doesn't drink, but why change that last night? he thought about it. clogs working on his brain before he was hit with reality. but he wanted to confirm it before assuming.

"is there any reason why you..drink last night?" miles asked gently and worried at the same time, not wanting to make her taken back with the sudden question.

"uh.. i kinda wanna know what it tastes like and... i guess i lost track.." it was the hesitancy in her voice that made his assumption higher. "this thing tastes amazing, by the way. i didn't know you had a chef dna in your blood." [name] smiled lightly, holding the bowl up then setting it to his bedside table.

changing the topic, he thought. "what can i say? i'm a genius," he hid his flustered expression with a smirk. miles hand her the aspirin, sitting beside her on his bed. miles watched her chugged up the water. once she was done, he started, "y'know, you can tell me anything, right?" taking her hand in his. miles' other hand put the cup away, right next to the bowl.

as the heat of his palms envelopes hers, it made her lean her body to him, swallowing the heat of his body, head on his shoulder. miles gladly accepts the gesture, wrapping his arms around her. "i know you basically know all my secrets." chuckling, she played it cool.

miles rest his head on top of hers, breathing out a sigh, "not all of them.." pulling her to his lap, just letting her rest. he peaked the crown of her head. "¿Por qué bebiste hermosa?" [why did you drink, beautiful?]

[name] can tell he was worried, she also feels a little guilty. miles let her play with the helm of his shirt, folding and unfolding, tugging it, wrinkling it. whatever made her to process her words to say. "i don't know.."

"you don't know?" his hands tapping on her thighs, before drawing — doodling on her back with the tip of his finger. they're completely relaxed to each other, to the point they didn't see mrs. morales sneaking a picture of them, then letting them be.

"i was... feeling kinda lonely, i guess.." she crumbled the bottom of his shirt, "i don't really know.." she whispered, dancing around the truth. she's too embarrassed to admit that she misses him dearly,

they've been like this for almost a year. few months after miles became spiderman, he's always there for her.

they still have time together, but after a few times of miles missing a date or hangout... those few times became often. and she feels like she's his best friend again, just.. hanging around for a short while before he leaves.

"y'know, you told me you feel unloved because i always cancelled our dates..." miles feel her hands stopped fidgeting, her state completely frozen. "is it true?"

when [name] only stayed quiet, he suck his teeth. "hey, it's okay if you do. i won't cancel on you again, i promise you."

"...i—" she took a breath, "i don't want to feel like a priority to you..." miles frowned at that, "you're already busy being spiderman, and with your studies not to mention with your parents, i don't want to squeeze myself in there—"

[name] was unable to finish as his lips pressed into hers, miles pulled away from a second, looking at her briefly before locking their lips in a kiss again.

once pulled away, the girl is in awe for a short amount of time before hiding into his neck. miles gave her ear a kiss, whispering. "you don't have to squeeze yourself in. you're already in it." sighing, disappointed to himself, "it was my fault.."

"miles..." she shook her head, ready to deny his words.

"no, don't deny it." he pulled away, looking at her beautiful face, cupping it in his hands. "I've been a bad boyfriend to you for so many months now... and i'm really sorry, sunflower.." [name] feel her heart skip a beat at the old nickname he always call her when they started their relationship, where everything was perfect.

the nickname brought both nostalgia.

"i wanna make it up to you, and not just flowers, chocolates, and some drawings." holding her hands in his, he kisses each and every finger and knuckles, "i want to make it up to you in a real date, without any interpretations. just me and you." his eyes held hope and determination. he doesn't want to mess this up.

[name] feel a smile crept to her lips before it was wiped out and worry was replaced. "but miles, what if—"

"dad can handle it." miles immediately answered, but her expression didn't change, she feels like she would be the reason why someone would get hurt because spiderman didn't show up. "they'll be okay. it will only be once in a while. there are no super villain on the loose for them to need me. dad can handle a few criminals."

the smiled he adored came back, making him mirror it. "okay," she nodded, pulling him into her once again, "i missed you."

"i missed you too, sunflower."

sorry for not posting sooner, writer's block beat me like miguel beating miles (child abuse /jk) 😔

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shelly-ya · 1 year

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Burnt food

There are no warnings...

Oh no you finally did it. Your father in law was too drunk to care probably would eat out. But you still had to feed your brother in law and husband. Said husband was almost home you know this cause he sent his messenger crow earlier saying he was eager for a home cooked meal. Now you and senjuro were looking at the pots with burnt food.

"Oh senjuro what are we gonna do rengoku will be home soon?"

"I could run to the restaurant and get some food there and bring it back in a flash" he said setting his broom to lean on a nearby wall.

"Oh yes please I will welcome your brother home as he arrives home" you whispered covering the pots as senjuro ran to the nearest restaurant. You removed your apron and hung it on the nail rengoku pounded into the wall before he left.

Rushing to fix your clothing and hair you could sense his overpowering aura approaching the family home. The sliding door opening and him stopping to remove his shoes.

"My flame? Senjuro? Father? I am home" his boisterous voice boomed through the house rushing to great him. You ran straight into his arms.

"Welcome home my love" he grunted at the impact but remained rooted to the ground.

"What a wonderful welcome my flame" he whispered pushing on your shoulder for you to stand straight and look at him. He caressed your cheek and passed his thumb on your lower lip. You needed to make a distraction until senjuro came back with the food. Grabbing his hand and pulling him forward in a haste he almost stumbled. Hurrying through the halls you pulled the protesting hashira behind you. "My flame what's the matter?"

"Need you now" you urged him into your shared room. Closing the door behind you. Not glancing to him you unfurled your shared futon pulling the blanket away setting your pillows for you both to lie down. Finally glancing to your husband he had an amused look as he carefully placed his nichirin sword down. He removed his haori folding and placing it on the chair.

"My flame is very eager for me" he whispered coming closer to you "although I do wish I could have some of your home cooked meals right now. I as a husband, as your husband I must oblige my wife's desires." Untying his obi he let his garments fall from his figure. Carefully laying you back onto the futon he passionately started kissing you.

Senjuro returns

"Nee san I'm home ..." He ran in with bundles filled with bentos. Stopping he noticed the shoes at the entrance. "Oh damn he is home" senjuro whispered rushing to the kitchen to stop his normal cheerful brother from doing something stupid. However, the kitchen was empty. "I wonder where they are?" Searching through the house the only place they could be is their room he thought mindlessly wandering towards your door. Hearing the floor boards squeaking to a rhythm and hearing you giggle a little he did a roundabout turn back to the kitchen. After some time he decided he would eat his bento and go take a nap.

Rengoku and you were finished with your love making. With you currently exhausted and sleeping in pure bliss. Rengoku still felt hungry so he.put on his home kimono and headed to the kitchen to see what you have prepared. However, he was greeted with bento boxes and your pots still covered over the cold fireplace. Curious he opened the lids of the pots and to his surprise there was food in it. *Why would they buy bento?* he thought to himself. Upon closer inspection he saw the food was burnt at the bottom of the pot.

*ah I see* grabbing a plate he spooned the burnt food on it. Mindful to not take the too burnt bits. He made his way to the dinning table sitting in his assigned cushion he used his chopsticks to shovel the food into his mouth.

"Tasty!" Was being shouted with each mouthful. Upon hearing your husband shout tasty throughout the house. You shut up quickly. Looking around you realised you failed at keeping him busy. Dropping the blanket that was covering you. You stood up and put on your kimono quickly rushing through the house to the dinning area. Upon arriving you saw it the plate of burnt food that you made. As a shoveled some In his mouth again.

"Tasty" you dropped to the floor. Tears began to flow.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry I didn't mean to burn the food." Rengoku stopped eating to rush to your side.

"My flame there is no worry about the food. I don't mind honestly I'm happy to get a home cooked meal. I honestly am tired of those bento boxes. I feel at home with your cooking perfect or not" he whispered wiping the tears away. "Is this why you dragged me to our room as I arrived? To give senjuro time to buy those store bought boxes?"

Nodding placing your head on his chest.

"In that case you deserve punishment for keeping me from such wonderful food" he said pecking your lips. "But first let me finish my dinner. Tasty" as he continued to praise every burnt grain of food on his plate.

The end

Could continue with the punishment depend on you guys

Requests are open

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku x reader #senjuro x reader #kyoujuro rengouko

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yourfriendlyauthor · 8 days

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Hello. I don’t know if you do story anymore or even request. But if so, here’s a little idea. (Thanks & happy holiday)

The rp/story: wife/husband scenario at hospital

1. Symptoms: Period

2. Baby/egg: One baby

3. Kind: human x human (without power)

4. Tools: Vacuum & episiotomy

5. Position of labor/pushing: Squatting then to laying down

6. Position of baby: normal

7. Complication during pregnancy: none

8. Complication during birth: Stuck/long pushing

9. Partner through birth: spouse (wife & husband) & Doctor

10. Clothing during birth: Only bra

Emma frown analyzing the calendar hang on the wall of their kitchen, Nathan had just come home after work in confusion he look at her again "uh...Why are you staring at the calendar like you wanna murder it?" He asked her hesitantly

"umm..." Emma turns to him snapping out her reverie she looks at the calendar again and back to him "just that 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 I'm late" she replied rubbing her forehead

"huh...?" Nathan question his eyes widening in realization on what she means he rushes to her hugging her gently from behind "You mean your pregnant, right?" He asked hopefully

Emma chuckles at his eagerness "maybe...I don't know"

Nathan gently nudges her urging her to the bathroom "take the test" he urges

Emma nods and went to the bathroom after few minutes she came back a positive pregnancy test in hand "positive..." She informs him

"Oh God...I'm gonna be a Dad!!!" Nathan laugh immediately scooping her up to his arms and spinning her around the air she laughs she rested her head against his shoulders

He stops staring lovingly at her before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss

~~~~~

Emma groan holding to his arm as another contractions hit her, the pangs is now coming seven minutes apart her free hand clutching her dome of a bump her bump had look like she's carrying a large egg oblong-shaped that it wasn't a surprise to her and Nathan that their baby is a boy and estimated to be 11lbs since Nathan was 13lbs when he was newborn.

"Breath...breath through it" Nathan comfort her their OB Dr. Ana had told them to go to the hospital when her contractions are about 7 minutes apart which lead them in this.

The baby bag swung over his shoulder supporting her while they're currently stuck at the middle of their stairs because of her contractions lasting 5 minutes long each

"Heee....Hoo, ah god ok, I can walk" Emma breath out she nods to him as the contraction stop they start walking again (in her case waddling) to their car quickly before another seven minutes pass and a contraction start again

Finally they got to the car after stopping two times earlier by the middle of the stairs and by the front door

Once making sure Emma had put on her seatbelt, Nathan quickly start the car driving as fast as law can allowed him shifting and avoiding other cars to get to the hospital faster

~~~~~

Now sitting in a wheelchair the nurses guided Emma to the delivery room where Dr. Ana waits for the two of them

"Ok, first lets check your dilation before letting you continue" Dr Ana informs her once she is wheeled inside left only Nathan and Dr. Ana to take care of her

Still sitting on the wheelchair she allows Dr. Ana to spread her legs apart removing her blue maternity panties which is soaked with sweats and fluids, she noticed the faint outline of her mucus plug stuck at the soaked underwear

"Mhmm....owe" she moans her hands clutching at the armrest of the wheelchair she feels her lips being stretch and two fingers entering her canal

"I know it's uncomfortable, dear...just breath through it" Dr. Ana reassure her while Nathan whispers sweet nothings close to her ear putting her hair up "it's gonna be ok" he whispers to her tying her hair with an elastic so it won't disturb her later

She closes her eyes gasping as she feels Dr. Ana's hand reaching her cervix therefore feeling herself painfully stretching while Dr. Ana count her dilation "7 cms" a sigh of relief leaving her as the fingers are quickly removed out of her

Now her contractions 3 minutes apart, Nathan helped her to stand Dr. Ana had instructed them to walk around the room to ease her contractions and to fasten her labour

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"AHHH...HAahha!, god my waters" She gasped doubling over in pain grasping at Nathan arms "ish...your so close, doing good" he comforts her caressing her back as her amniotic fluids flow freely out her

Dr. Ana quickly supports her to hoding her bump up and helping her to discard her shirt leaving her on her sports bra "hoo...HEEE...ahh, no get out please I need to push!" Emma moans and grunt her body lean against Nathan, as Dr. Ana's fingers prods again inside her canal

"Alright... let's get you situated" Dr. Ana informs leading her to hold onto the birthing bar she groans her legs spread wide firm in a squatting position "your doing great, were gonna meet our baby soon" Nathan whisper to her placing a comforting kiss on her forehead his hands supporting her waist and bump

"Push, at the next contraction, Emma" Dr. Ana instructed gently whilst she lays out towels beneath Emma's to catch the dripping liquids off her

"Hngghhhhh, Gagh....mhmm owe, baby please cooperate with mommy" She groans she strains hard with the 5minute long contraction "Awe, c'mon, ish your doing great" Nathan shush her rocking her hips gently to help ease her pressure

"....he's so big," Emma gasped out she regains her breath after a contractions Dr. Ana's fingers back to checking her canal feeling for the baby's head which is just enter transition

"He is on the bigger size, but nothing to worry about Push!" Dr. Ana instructed as a new contraction start "AGGHHHH....NGHHHH, come out, come out please" her legs trembles at the strain on both how hard she's pushing and how hard the contractions are coming now

Her toes curled up she was sure if wasn't for her husband holding her up she would have fallen to the floor hours ago

"your so close, so close, I so in love with you right now" Nathan whisper to her ears she strains to push again now feeling the wide forehead of her child finally entering her canal

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"NHHGGAGH ...AHHAHHH, Gosh" Her hips bucking up at the strain she's now situated in a weird squat her legs spread as far as they go the head is stuck by it's neck inside her canal not progressing at all

"ok, let's try again before we take measures" Dr. Ana informs them "C'mon...give it all you got" Nathan encouraged her as another contraction build up

"ahahah...AGGHH,HGHNNNN COME OUT!!" She strains her noises starting quiet bolefore turning to loud screeches her legs shaking, knees buckling to get the broad shoulders of her baby inside her canal

"Emma...listen" Dr. Ana call out her attention while the contractions stop and she's left heaving for air "we'll get you to bed and see if the vacuum can help you get the baby out" Dr. Ana informs her she nods, and her hands both grasping Nathan's for dear life they quickly walked her to the bed which is thankfully only 5 steps far from them

She's then situated to the bed her legs held wide spread open by Dr. Ana's hands her back leans against Nathan chest "I'm scared..." She admits to him

Nathan smiles lovingly at her although her brows are creased in worried "it'll be fine, I promise...you'll get through it Your strong, a strong mommy" she comforts her caressing her bump which is now dropping lower cause of the baby's weight shifted down uer canal

"Alright...deep breaths" Dr. Ana instructed she makes good used of the oxygen tube Dr. Ana had given her as the suction cup is inserted into her canal causing a short gasp out of her, her nails digging against her husband's skin but he didn't mind it as the suction cup is placed on the baby's head

"Push...the vacuum will pull" She nods at Dr. Ana's instruction the next contraction begun and she can feel the strong force of the vacuum pulling at the head of her baby as she strains "AGGHH..... Hggh..." She gasped for air her hips bucking up but Nathan hold her firm she feels the whole body of her child finally entering her whole canal filling her up with intense pressure

Dr. Ana's fingers pushing her lips down us the suction cup slowly but surely reveals a teardrop of the baby's head "Holly, Emma our baby his just there...he got your hair" Nathan exclaims excitedly at the sight of his child slowly coming out of her

"Good...let me push him" She replied back although a small smile etched her face as she holds her trembling thighs she pushes again with the help of the vacuum pulling this time much faster as the baby reaches full crown

"You two wanna feel it?" Dr. Ana questions Nathan hands are quickly cupping the wide forehead of the blond hair baby "our baby" he whispers guiding her hand to the baby's head which she sobs softly in relief

"Ish...c'mon were almost there" he encourages "AGGHH HGHNNNN.....Owe, owwe god that's so big hurts" she gasped hips bucking and arching up and back down she collapses on his chest as the baby's large head finally POP out of her amniotic fluids covering the bed underneath the suction cup is then removed as Dr. Ana clears the baby's airways

"Just the shoulders" Nathan reassures her but their worries only deepens when Dr. Ana announces "Emma...I would need to numb you and enlarge your hole to get the shoulders out" she informs her Emma whimpers but agreed since they've all wamted to get the baby out safely

She closes her eyes flinching she feels the sharp needle against her perineum then it's waited for minutes until the anesthesia take effects she can only feel the scapel tracing her perineum

"Push, now!" Dr. Ana instructed "AGGHHHH HNGGHHHHH....GOSH, this baby" she groans straining a bit grateful at the anesthesia mostly covering the stretching pain of her vagina as the shoulders pop out and the weight down there is now place wailing on her chest

"Awww, our baby...I'm so proud of you" Nathan whispers to her she weakly place her hand over the newly born baby boy now place on her chest while Dr. Ana busies herself on stitching Emma's vagina

"What you gonna name him?" Dr. Ana askedto distruct her out on looking down her vagina and the stitches

"Well?" Nathan looks at her lovingly caressing their baby's cheek while he still comforts her with soft kisses "Theo, Theodore" Emma murmurs grinning tiredly she makes good used of the oxygen tube to regain her breaths while the now calm newborn nuzzles against their parents

#birth #birth kink #labor #request #pregnancy #pushing #giving birth

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messenger-of-stupidity · 10 months

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Mundane

Oh here we fuckin go. I'm not sure whether I'll make a continuation to this. I lost motivation for the rest of it, even though I have a goal for it. So maybe. Maybe not.

CW: Canon divergence, cursing, Asher trying to be a wingman, Angel is underprepared, David is just trying to follow the rules.

Redacted Masterlist

Summary: Mundane was not what they were looking for, and maybe they weren't as stuck with it as they thought they were

Angel, in all honesty, never planned ahead by more than a few days. Outside of a professional capacity of course. They wouldn't be able to keep their job if they were irresponsible. But after they came home, they never had a plan for what they would do for the rest of the day, what they would eat for dinner, when they would go to sleep, ect. Weekends were purely for fucking up any sense of routine they had put together.

Which was how they liked it. Work had routines and those routines practically smothered them. Any time they needed to go on work trips, they were absolutely miserable for every single second of it.

"Michael, I'm home!" Angel called out, setting their bag and keys down on the entrance to the apartment they shared with their boyfriend. Their cat quickly came over, winding between their feet and purring loud enough that Angel was sure the neighbors could hear through the door. Not that it was much of a feat, that door was frustratingly thin. Noise complaints were a constant and consistently ignored by the landlord.

"Welcome back!" Michael called from another room. Angel squatted down and picked up the cat, holding her to their chest as they ventured deeper into the shared home. They had been living with Michael for almost half a year now, dating him for four months prior to that. They were steadily approaching the one year anniversary. Angel tried to ignore how they didn't feel anything towards that milestone.

"Hey." They said upon finding their boyfriend sitting on the couch, gaze lazily watching the show playing on the TV in front of him. He waved a hand to them in response to their greeting. Conversations were steadily losing their momentum with him. "... How was your day, babe?" They asked, fingers still gently scratching the old feline's neck.

"It was fine. Boring mostly." He answered and glanced towards them. "What do you want for dinner?" Mundane. That was a good way of describing how their relationship felt sometimes. To be fair to Michael, it didn't always feel mundane. Sometimes there was soft domesticity. Or heated passion on the nights they indulged in each other's bodies. But mundane was better than toxic or violent, so Angel would take it.

"Dunno. I'm gonna go change." They answered and placed the cat down. She quickly jumped up to lay on Michael's chest and Angel left the room to the sound of purring and the TV.

Mundane was good. Mundane was fine. Mundane was healthy. Mundane was comfortable. Mundane was... boring. They shouldn't find their relationship boring. They sighed and pulled out a sweater and pajama pants.

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Angel stared down at the dead battery screen on their phone, hopping from foot to foot as they waited for Michael to arrive. Their car had a flat tire and since Murphy's Law loved to apply at the most inconvenient of times - yes they know that's the point, let them be upset - Angel didn't have a spare tire. They barely had enough battery to let Michael know what happened before their phone decided to be a weak little bitch and die on them.

"Oh come on." They muttered and tried to rub away the goosebumps. It wasn't too cold considering the typical weather, but the sun setting meant some of the warm sun rays were fading with it and late fall wasn't kind to those left behind in the shadows.

"Hey, you good?" A voice called out and Angel looked up. A truck had stopped and the person in the passenger seat was leaning halfway out the window, eyes glued to them. They hesitated before shaking their head.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." They called back. The guy clicked his tongue and sat back into the truck. Angel couldn't hear what was said between him and the driver, but the truck pulled closer and he ended hopping out of the truck. They took a quick inventory of him. He was pretty good looking, if not quite their type. He seemed more... golden retriever. Matched their own energy though, when they weren't pissed and getting cold.

He squatted down to examine the flattened tire, reaching out to poke it.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." He said and Angel snorted. The driver inside the truck groaned and climbed out. Angel's heart stuttered when he rounded the dark vehicle and put his hands in his pockets.

"He's right. Even if you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He muttered. Pierce their heart with a nail gun, his voice sent a shiver down their spine. Black cat personality type for sure.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" The first guy asked. Angel's eyes hadn't left from staring at David. He seemed focused on his friend and the flat tire though. Unfortunately, but for the better.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered. Angel sighed, momentarily distracted as their disappointment sank in again.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." They mumbled, partially to remind themselves and partially to assuage any feeling of obligation these two might have gathered. The first guy straightened up, tilting his head. Definitely like a puppy.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David groaned at his friend's words but didn't move. It seemed like he was used to this. Whatever this was.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They admitted, that nagging worry finally being pushed into words. They hadn't seen the read tag switch on before the device perished. The friendlier of the two held out his own phone.

"You can call him if you want and check." He offered. David glanced at the other, but stayed silent. Brooding. Kind of like batman. Angel grinned at him and took the phone.

"Thanks..." Their voice trailed off, quietly searching for a name.

"I'm Asher. That's David." Asher said, pointing to himself and then to his extremely attractive companion. Angel nodded and introduced themselves in turn before taking a couple steps away to dial Michael's number.

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"It doesn't matter what Christian said, it's not his choice." David said as he continued driving down the road, Asher sighing next to him. The latest pack meeting was bumpy - as usual. Everyone was still trying to adjust to the sudden change in authority. They had all been expecting it, just not so soon. Although apparently Christian hadn't been expecting Asher to become David's beta. Which was a load of bullshit, but he kept that to himself.

"I know. It's just that... wait... David stop driving." Asher said, quickly jumping ship of the topic. David's brow furrowed in confusion, but complied with his best friend's request, pressing the truck into a stop. Asher quickly rolled the window down and leaned out of the truck. He almost reached out to yank the other shifter back in before he toppled his ass out the fucking window.

"Hey you good?" Asher called out. David sighed, but stayed quiet. A couple seconds pause before a voice returned an answer to his friend's question.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." A rush of sympathy flashed through him. It was always an annoyance to have to deal with something like that. God knows he had his own fair share of getting flat tires with all the back alley paths Asher had David dragging his truck through. Asher sat back into his seat and looked to David, face already pressed into a pleading expression.

"Can we help them, David? A way to make the day better and shit?" He asked. David sighed and took his foot off the break, and moved closer to the pour soul with the bad luck. Asher jumped out of the truck before David set it into park. Asher's next words had him climbing out of the truck, bumping the door closed with his elbow.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." Asher was trying to cheer them up. Which was good of him, but David doubted it would lead to a permanent effect. He rounded the corner, examining the tire to give a genuine assessment of the damage.

"He's right. If you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He ignored the quiet gasp that the stranger inhaled. Believe it or not, he was aware that he gave off an intimidating appearance, even if you didn't know who he was within empowered society. He was used to reactions in his presence. But he could already feel Asher's amused gaze on him.

But this stranger was wholly unempowered and that meant chances were they were also uninformed. Which only added pressure to exercise caution. Asher and him should leave before they - or more accurately, Asher - let something slip that made it a breach of covert. Better safe than sorry.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" Asher asked, smirking at him. David glared at the beta, who knew damn well that he didn't.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered through gritted teeth. He could practically hear the snicker that wanted to leave the other.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." The stranger said and David finally looked at them. They looked kind of pitiful, clutching onto their phone and the sleeves of their sweater. He pressed his lips together.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David couldn't stop the groan at Asher's words. A silent invitation to wait with them. And additional chances to risk covert breach chances. They needed to go.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They answered, waving their phone gently as if trying to prove it. David was about to reach into his pocket to offer his own phone before Asher quickly held out his. Probably for the best. David didn't want random numbers in his phone. Nor did he want complete strangers having his number.

"You can call him if you want and check." Asher said. David sent a grateful glance towards his friend. While a part of him wished that the beta was more careful with what information was thrown about. he was glad that the other understood David's own paranoia and caution.

"Thanks..."

"I'm Asher. That's David." Yeah. Asher really needed to be more careful with what information. At this point the stranger now had his phone, his name, and giving his number to their boyfriend by call history. That was all the information you really needed about someone to go through some online research and find out addresses, employment - even though Shaw Security was a private company, it was still registered with the unempowered government as a business for tax reasons - and other private information. David kept the lecture on his tongue and simply offered a nod of greeting to them. He watched as they stepped away to call their boyfriend and looked at Asher.

"We can't stay." He muttered, keeping his voice low. Asher waved a hand as he leaned against David's truck.

"Don't worry so much. Nothing is gonna happen." He answered and gestured towards them. "Besides, they need help. And they're cute." Asher said with a shrug. Then he smirked at David. "They're your type right?"

"They have a boyfriend so whether or not they're attractive is irrelevant to me." David retorted. The harsh sigh that came from them - they introduced themselves as Angel - had David glancing over.

"Please, Michael? It's getting late and I just want to go home." Angel said. Asher sent a worried glance at David, who returned the sentiment but both shifters stayed quiet. They weren't eavesdropping, but David wanted to make sure everything was fine before he packed Asher back into the truck and continued driving. Angel sighed again. "Yeah okay. I'll just call a cab or something and see if I can get it towed. See ya." They muttered before returning to the two and handing the phone back to Asher.

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Schedules were well and truly annoying. Or timing was anyways. Michael was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't come get them. Which meant they were going to need to find where the hell they could catch a cab nowadays.

"Is everything alright?" Asher asked, tucking the phone back into his pocket. Both men looked worried and Angel felt a stab of guilt at making complete strangers feel that way.

"Yeah. He's just busy right now, so he can't come get me. Do either of you know where I can find a cab?" They asked, feeling sheepish at continuing to bother them. Asher glanced at David, silently asking and the other sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"If... fucking hell, if you need a ride, I can give you one. If you decide you trust us anyways. It'll be easier than trying to find where you can flag a cab down and cheaper." David said. Angel paused.

On one hand, these two seemed friendly and nice. On the other hand, serial killers were usually the charismatic ones. At least if they died, it would be a nice view though. And warm inside the truck.

"Yes please." Angel said, putting their phone in their pocket. David seemed startled at the speed of their decision while Asher grinned.

"You can have shotgun. I don't mind hanging out in the back." Asher chirped, opening the shotgun door for Angel before getting into the backseat. David glared at Asher before looking to Angel.

"You got everything?" He said, sounding more unsure than Angel had heard him so far. They nodded and he sighed before going towards the other side. "You trust people too easily, the both of you." He said, muttering as he went.

Angel climbed into shotgun, closing the door behind them and putting in their seatbelt. They weren't sure why Asher laughed or David told him to shut up afterwards. It seemed random, but the two men were obviously close friends. Interactions between close friends were usually random to an outside observer. As David started the truck, Asher leaned closer to the center console.

"So where do you live, Angel?" He asked. David glanced at Angel.

"Don't tell us the specific address. That's not safe, considering you don't know us." He warned. Angel shrugged.

"It's an apartment complex, so if you figured out my exact unit I'd be hella surprised." They said before giving the address. They watched as David entered it into the GPS on his phone, but their attention was quickly pulled away by Asher again.

"Any clue why your tire went flat? Like was there a nail or something you ran over?" He asked, curiosity heavy in his tone. Angel didn't blame him for the interest. But they only had boring answers.

"Dunno. Just went flat at some point between home and work. Although it would make for a much cooler story if there was some plot to keep me in one place for a murder so a villain planted spikes or something." Angel said with a laugh. David frowned.

"You mean unsafe." He corrected. Angel bit back the first response that jumped to their tongue.

"Yeah. But it'd be more interesting than just a random flat, wouldn't it be?" Asher agreed, which had Angel sending a victorious grin at David. He merely rolled his eyes and Angel practically swooned at the look he gave them after.

"Do you like dogs?" Asher asked next. Before Angel could respond, David's grip on the wheel tightened.

"Asher. Stop pushing it." He growled out. Confusion clouded their veins at Asher's laugh. These two were weird. Exciting. Definitely not mundane.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted angel #redacted michael

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 2 years

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Scary Game Protagonists visit the Smashers

Yuri: Umm, excuse me, Master Hand?

Master Hand: Ah, Yuri! How was the Horror Protagonist Meetup?

Yuri: Oh, it was great! Lots of stories about unbridled horrors, mental trauma, some of them are coming here, and the cake was amazing!

Master Hand: ...What was that?

Yuri: The cake was amazing.

Master Hand: What did you say about them coming here?!

Yuri: Hey, some of these people are really traumatized, and I think spending some time in a more friendly environment would be good for them!

Master Hand: "FRIENDLY environment?!" Have you met the people here?! This place is already a boiling pot of issues!

Yuri: It worked for me, that's all I'm saying.

Master Hand: (groans) Fine, but if they bring any of their monsters with them, I'm kicking them back to the nightmare world they came from.

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(meanwhile, Meggy is laying on a couch in a therapist's office, Dr. Maruki taking notes)

Meggy: And that's why I think my competitiveness dates back to my childhood...

Dr. Maruki: Interesting... (before he can elaborate, they're interrupted by a knock at the door) Hmm? Who's there? I'm in the middle of a session.

(the door creaks open. Meekly peeking into the opening is a tall, blonde-haired man in a green army jacket. He looks back and forth at Meggy and Dr. Maruki with a confused expression)

???: Uhh... I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong day. I thought I was supposed to have a session at this time.

Dr. Maruki: (flipping through his notebook) Ah, yes, Mr. Sunderland. Yes, you're scheduled for this time tomorrow.

James: Oh... sorry, I always get the dates wrong on these things.

Dr. Maruki: It says here you're booked for couple's therapy. Will your spouse be joining us?

James: Uh... no, that's a mistake. My wife's deceased.

Dr. Maruki: Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be sure to have that changed before your appointment tomorrow.

James: Okay. Sorry to interrupt. (he glances at Meggy briefly before shutting the door)

Dr. Maruki: Well, that was interesting. Now, where were we? (Meggy is now sitting up on the couch, eyeing the spot where James was suspiciously) Is there a problem?

Meggy: There's something off about that guy, Doc...

Dr. Maruki: There's "something off" about all my patients, Meggy. That's why they're getting therapy.

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(meanwhile, Snake is peacefully enjoying a beer in the Mansion's lounge when he's interrupted by a deep voice coming from behind him)

???: Holy shit, I thought you were dead.

(Snake turns and sees a gigantic, muscular man in a black trenchcoat. He grins and stands up to greet the man)

Snake: As I live and breathe, Chris Redfield. You look like hell.

Chris: Hey, you try fighting through a village of zombie werewolves some time. Besides, I still look better than you did in your last game, Old Snake.

Snake: Yeah, well, turns out multiverse time-screwery does wonders for an old man. You should try it some time. Or is the boulder-punching enough exercise for you?

(they both sit down at Snake's table)

Chris: God, I'm never gonna escape that meme, aren't I?

Snake: Hey, speaking of memes, the kids around here have been showing me some weird ones about you. Something called... "Chrisposting"?

Chris: (groans) Goddammit...

Snake: I didn't even think you liked Leon, and yet you're trying to force him to be your brother-in-law?

Chris: Claire's a grown woman, she can go out with whoever she wants, and I have better things to do with my time than violently enforce one specific ship.

Snake: What, like finding you're own ways to "continue the Redfield bloodline"? Or did Jill shoot your ass down?

Chris: (chuckles) Fuck you, David. And Jill and I are doing great.

Snake: …You know, they were making some of those same jokes about Ethan before he... you know. How're you doing with that?

Chris: (sigh) Doing better these days. But every time I look at Rose, I can't help but think about how I could've handled that whole mess better.

Snake: I get it. I used to get the same way looking at Sunny. Still, I think Ethan would appreciate what you're doing.

Chris: I hope so. (he grabs a bottle and holds it up) To Ethan.

Snake: To Ethan.

(they toast, and then proceed to drink their drinks in silence)

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(meanwhile, sitting in a random bar on the other side of town is a reporter in a brown jacket, nervously tapping on a notebook. He appears to be missing some of his fingers)

Miles Upshur: Okay... okay, so you're saying that this whole place here... is just tons and tons of... multiverse video game people?

(the Mii bartender in front of him nods. A voice inside the reporter's head pipes up)

The Walrider: (annoyed) And he's been saying it for hours!

Miles: Alright... so, tell me again... there was this island full of robots, that got blown up. (the Mii bartender nods and crosses his heart in respect) Okay... and there's also a very angry... heroic giant ape.

Mii Bartender: Donkey Kong.

Miles: …a monkey... named "Donkey Kong".

Walrider: Yeah, and you thought "Walrider" was a shit name!

Miles: (under his breath) Yeah, cause it is. (normal volume, to the bartender) Now, tell me again, about these two eldritch ghost things that like fighting each other. Cause I tell you what man, these evil spirits, they don't spend their time fighting each other...

Walrider: Miles! Don't you start!

Miles: ...no, no, no. Cause they don't care about fighting each other, you know what they do like? TEARING PEOPLE APART! That's what they do, alright?

Mii Bartender: ...Buddy, they destroyed the multiverse. Fifteen hundred people lost their bodies, and had to live as spirits for weeks.

Miles: … fifteen... hundred? (the bartender nods, annoyed) That's a lot of people. Maybe... maybe I should go to this... Mansion, talk to these... Smashers.

(he's interrupted when Master Hand appears out of a portal behind him)

Master Hand: Oh, hell no! We have enough eldritch beings running around, you're going home! (he snaps his fingers and disappears)

Miles: What the fuck?

Walrider: What's happening?! (Miles starts slowly vanishing) NO! No, we just got here! NOT AGAIN! (Miles vanishes entirely)

Mii Bartender: …Jackass didn't even pay the bill.

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ficreadergirl · 1 year

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Dangerous Inquiries (ch.21)

You lay awake thinking about everything Kory had told you. You sighed. You never liked talking about your feelings especially ones that were complicated. You felt your head throb as you tried to understand everything. This was a lot to take in. And you didn't exactly feel ready for any of this. You sat up straight when you heard footsteps walking towards your bedroom door.

"Morning Y/n." Kory said quietly as she walked inside the room. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"My head hurts a lot." you replied honestly. Kory furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

"I made omelets. Let's eat breakfast huh?" Kory suggested. You nodded your head. You sat up and swung your legs off the side of the bed.

"Thanks Kory." you answered. Kory smiled warmly.

"Anytime." she responded before turning and heading towards the kitchen. You got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before exiting the bathroom. As you approached the table you saw Kory putting a plate of omelet on the table along with two cups of tea.

"Let's eat Y/n. C'mon." she said, motioning to the empty chairs across her. You smiled at her and walked over to the table, taking the seat. She handed you one of the cups of tea. You sniffed it cautiously before sipping it carefully.

It tasted absolutely delicious.

"Uhm Y/n... you know today is that day. You didn't forget right?" she questioned. You froze. You totally forgot that today you were gonna graduate from law college. Today you would be officially becoming a lawyer.

"Oh! Yeah! Right." you responded quickly before taking another sip of your tea. You swallowed the rest of your cup before placing it in front of you. Kory nodded her head slowly.

"Good." she murmured, "Eat up and we can dress up." she added.

"Alright." you responded before picking up some food on your fork.

The both of you finished eating silently. Once your plates were clean you began putting them in the dishwasher along with Kory's. After finishing cleaning you grabbed the coffee pot from the cabinet. When you turned around you noticed Kory staring intently at you. You turned your body to face her as well.

"What is it?" you asked confused.

"Uhm Y/n... I can do cleaning honey. Y'know... my apartment this is and I should do... what you're doing right now. Just dress up." she replied.

"Well... I'll help then." you stated stubbornly.

"Y/n..." she came close towards you and placed both of your hands on the sides of your face, "Please don't do that to yourself Y/n." she pleaded sincerely.

"Kory, I'm fine. I promise I will do as you say. But right now, I just need it." you said reassuringly, trying to look strong but she could see through you easily. She sighed.

"Ok fine, just... we'll be on time okay?" she said looking at you hopefully. "We don't want our boys to wait for us right?" she joked. You forced a small smile on your lips as you nodded your head.

"Right." you agreed before letting go of her grip on your face and heading over to the couch. Kory followed behind you. She sat down beside you and placed her and your coffee mug on the table. Silence filled the air again. Both of you stared at the television blankly. You were completely lost in thought. You couldn't help thinking about Jason's words from earlier today. Son of a bitch knew about that creep and... and he was dating him? you scoffed. Why the fuck would someone date a fucking assassin?

You suddenly jumped slightly as you felt Kory place her hand over yours gently. She smiled apologetically at you.

"Is everything alright?" she asked softly. You gulped heavily.

"Fine. It's fine." you murmured softly.

After that, there was awkward silence between you two. You could feel Kory's eyes boring holes onto you making you uncomfortable. Eventually you spoke up.

"Kory.... can I ask you something?" you started timidly. Kory raised an eyebrow.

"Sure." she hummed.

"Is Jason that green boy? Animal one?" you asked curiously.

"Do you mean Beast? No he isn't." Kory replied slowly. You nodded your head before continuing. "Then who is he?" you asked. Kory remained silent for a moment before responding. "He is… just a normal person." she mumbled hesitantly. A small frown grew on your lips. She wasn't telling you something. Kory cleared her throat awkwardly. "Are you sure about that? He is just a normal person who dates an assassin?" you asked pointedly. Kory hesitated. "That's… complicated." she muttered, running her fingers through her hair. "Complicated how?" you pressed. She sighed. "Jason is-" she began before cutting herself off. "He is just idiot okay? He likes women like this assassin. He is that kind of person Y/n. That's why we told you to stay away from him." she explained. Suddenly, your heart clenched painfully. Kory looked into your eyes. "Y/n? You don't… like him right?" she asked. She sounded so worried. Worried about you. Worried because you were starting to develop feelings for someone like him. "What? No, of course not!" you said hastily. Kory gave you a sad smile. "You shouldn't have fallen for him. It'll only lead to pain." she mumbled. You stared down at your lap, avoiding eye contact. "I'm not falling for him." you murmured softly. Your voice sounded weak. You didn't know if Kory believed you or not but neither of you said anything after that. You both sat in awkward silence for awhile until Kory broke it. "So uhm… when do we get ready Y/n?" she asked, changing the subject. You glanced up at her. She still wore the same anxious expression, which told you she hadn't bought your lie yet. You shrugged your shoulders. "I guess we could get dressed now…" you suggested hesitantly. Kory nodded her head slightly, seemingly accepting the explanation. "Okay. Let's go partying a bit huh?" she asked, smiling weakly. You nodded your head slowly and stood up. "Let's partying I guess." you replied as you began walking toward the bedroom.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you

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sea-owl · 1 year

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Spring's Rebirth Chapters 4 & 5 repost

I was scrolling through my posts to find out a part of chapter 4 didn't post correctly on the Tumblr side. So under the read more I'm posting the full chapter 4 and 5 just to avoid some confusion.

“Felicity did your sister tell you where she was going?” Portia asked her youngest when she got back to the meadow.

Felicity bit her lip. Did she make Penelope leave? Despite her promise to Mama to stay in the meadow? Felicity knew she shouldn’t have said what she said, hell she felt regret forming the moment the words left her mouth. But she was so angry and tired of Penelope trying to scare her away from her best friend. Even Hyacinth began noticing it, if her asking why Penelope was more distant from her now was anything to go by.

It’s also not like Felicity doesn’t understand where her sister is coming from either. Penelope doesn’t know this, but Felicity saw what happened that day the older six came to collect Gregory and Hyacinth. She saw how cold Kate and Penelope were treated. She saw a realization hit Penelope’s face. When Kate was about to chase after demanding proper decency for protecting and taking care of the younger Bridgertons during the war Felicity saw Penelope stop her.

“They won’t listen no matter what you say Kate,” Penelope said. “Believe me it is not worth wasting your breath.”

Her sister has been hurt, and now Felicity is best friends with someone who is from the same family. She understands her sister is trying to protect her, but sometimes Felicity wished Penelope would get angry at the ones who hurt her.

“Felicity?” Portia called, gaining her youngest’s attention.

“No mama,” Felicity answered. “She’s probably with Phillip though. I’ll go fetch her.”

Portia sighed. “Alright, see if Phillip can come too, I have something I would like to discuss with both of them.”

Felicity nodded and started to make her way to the edge of the meadow. The nymph paused midway when her foot hit something that felt like parchment.

“Penelope’s scroll?” Felicity said, picking up the reading material. “That’s weird.” Penelope was usually tidy with her things, either taking them with her or sending them away back to her room.

Something crunches under Felicity’s foot, causing her to look down once more. Dead flowers, of all things, lined up in a row, leading to the edge of the meadow. Felicity blinked and looked closer. Yup, dead flowers. but these don’t look like any her mother has ever created. Was Penelope that mad that her powers started acting up?

Felicity’s hands tightened on the scroll, a swoop going through her stomach. Her pace going faster and faster the closer to the edge she got. It will be okay Felicity tells herself. She’ll apologize to Penelope when she finds her with Phillip and then they’ll go back to mama so she can tell her whatever she needs to tell them. Maybe it will be good news like she found or spell or potion that help Penelope find her domain. Maybe its potential marriage talks? Maybe Phillip and Penelope decided to get married. Maybe Phillip will finally become Felicity’s brother in-law.

“Felicity!” Something tugged her wrist.

Oh, there’s Phillip. Wow, she got to his forest fast. Is that a cliff she’s five steps from? There’s something glowing red from the bottom.

“Oh, Phillip,” Felicity said. “I was just looking for you and Penelope. Mama wants to see you both.”

Phillip frowned. “Felicity, Penelope isn’t here.”

Now it was Felicity’s turn to frown. “If Penelope isn’t here, then where is my sister?”

The first thing Penelope thought when she started to gain consciousness was that she was gonna help Kate kill Michael, the god of wine, illusions, and insanity. He was the only one who could get her drunk enough to the point she doesn’t even remember when she started drinking, and her headache could match all those times she went to Mount Aubrey without taking feverfew. Her whole body felt sore too, despite the very soft bed she was laying in.

Gods whose spare room was she in? She hoped it was Michael’s so she didn’t have far to go when she and Kate would hunt him down.

“How are you feeling?” A soft feminine voice whispered. “Shadow traveling for the first few times tends to wear people out, and Colin gave you no warning so I’m sure your body got hit hard.”

That was not either Kate’s or Sophie’s voice.

Brown eyes met blue and Penelope realized the goddess in front of her was in fact Lady Francesca Bridgerton.

“Lady Fran-” Gods her head. Penelope couldn’t even sit up to properly great the magic goddess.

“Here, drink this, it will help with the headache,” Lady Francesca said. In her hand was a small bottle filled with a glowing, milky purple liquid.

Penelope leaned away. “My lady, I truly mean no offense but the last time I drank something with that color Michael decided it would be a good idea to mix hallucinate berries Phillip had created on a dare into his wine batch.” She thought her mother would actually succeed in killing Michael that day when Portia found her and the others high out of their minds.

Lady Francesca coughed like she was trying to hold back a laugh. “Penelope, I promise you this potion does nothing more than help with your headache and body pains.”

Well, it’s not like Phillip or her mother is here to grow some ginger. Penelope also did not want to be in this mysterious bed for who knows how long either. Despite the soreness everywhere in her body Penelope drinks the potion. It was sweet surprisingly, which must’ve shown on her face because Lady Francesca giggled.

“Just a little bit of sugar to help the medicine go down,” Lady Francesca said.

Well, whatever was in that potion definitely helped. Penelope’s headache, while not completely gone, had defiantly lessened to a buzz in the back of her head that she could ignore if she focused on something else.

Penelope sat up. “My lady may I know where I am?”

Now that she could take in the room around her Penelope was absolutely positive she has never been here before. For one the jewel greens and blues were a far cry from the earthy colors she had grown up with. Also, it was dark, and she’s not just saying that because the curtains are closed around the bed she was laying in. Even on the far side of the room where she could see light peaking in it was somewhat muted.

Lady Francesca cocked her head. “I see shadow traveling took a lot more out of you than we thought. You're in the Underworld, my queen.”

Penelope’s eyes widened, memories flooding back.

A light sparked in his green eyes. “But there is something you can do for me. Allow me to take my wife and queen home?”

A kiss to her hand. “I had spoken to your father a day after the solstice, and he agreed to the match.”

Neither she nor her mother was informed of such a match.

He was leading her away from the meadow. Away from her mother’s protective barrier.

He wrapped her in his arms, the very same way she had done to Felicity earlier that day. “It’s just Colin, my beautiful and witty queen.”

“COLIN!”

They fell into the darkness.

Penelope stood and threw open the curtains.

A rocky gray landscape awaited her outside, like she was in a giant underground cave. A barren field sits right outside her window, then further is a field full of dead grass. Both circle the building she is standing in. Even further out is the river Styx, and the chasm that leads to Tartarus, the prison where the defeated giants are kept. The only thing giving off light is red poppies that seemed to form a trail going up and out. No wonder the light was so muted. She really was in the Underworld.

She was married to King Colin. Penelope felt her cheeks flush.

Penelope turned to Lady Francesca. “I am not fit to be queen of the Underworld. Why did he take me?”

“That is something for Colin to tell you.”

Lady Mary walked into the weaving room of Lady Danbury, the goddess of Fate.

"Portia came to visit me today," Lady Mary said, taking a seat next to the older goddess. "She was looking for Penelope."

"Girl probably wanted a break," Lady Danbury snorted, not looking up from her work. "Can't say I blame her; Portia is so protective of those girls. I think she sometimes forgets Penelope is a goddess in her own right and not a nymph like her sisters."

Lady Mary studied her friend's face. Lady Danbury didn't look directly at her, keeping her gaze on the golden strings that make up the fabric of fate. She looked pensive as she picked up two strings and began braiding them together.

"I just find it odd," Lady Mary continued. "That Violet had hinted at her's and Portia's families coming together not a few days before and now Penelope is missing."

Lady Danbury said nothing but continued braiding the two strings.

"Lady Danbury, what are you not saying?"

Lady Danbury still continued to braid the two strings, but now Lady Mary studied the strings below the two being braided. So many strings, so many lives ending at the same time or close to one another. The numbers she saw were usually reserved for war time.

"For gods and mortals alike to grow there must be an end," Lady Danbury finally said. "Whatever happens Mary, know this must be done."

Colin had to stop his jaw from dropping when he saw Francesca lead Penelope into the throne room.

Penelope was dressed in the color pallet of the Underworld. Her dress a deep jewel green that accentuated her already generous bosom. Her red curls plaited back into a bun with a few hanging loose to frame her face. A gold pin with a ruby poppy flower on the end helped hold the bun in place. Black sandals cover her feet, while black eyeliner darkened her beautiful brown eyes.

His wife was gorgeous, a hidden gem among the gods. And she was all his.

“Leave us,” Colin ordered the members of his court.

As the court members filed out there were plenty who snuck peaks at their new queen. Colin will have to deal with some of the more lecherous ones later.

Colin rose to meet his wife and sister halfway. Francesca handing Penelope off before making herself scarce.

“King Colin,” Penelope bowed.

Colin smirked. Oh so they were still using titles? Very well then.

Colin picked up Penelope's hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles. "Queen Penelope."

Penelope pulled her hand back to her chest, unconsciously laying it near her heart. Her cheeks flushing to a delicious apple red. "My lord I think there has been a mistake."

Colin shook his head. "There's no mistake my dear wife." Snapping his fingers, a tiara appeared in his hand. The tiara was circular in shape with thin golden vines creating the shape. Decorating the crown was matching ruby poppy flowers with black pearls as the middle. "This tiara was created for my queen, and when you are ready to accept it, it will be laid on your head."

Penelope shook her head. "Why me?"

Colin led her over to the window that looked over the Trail of Poppies. "The Trail of Poppies has never been like this before. Has never been full of life. Your power did this Penelope. Your power has done the impossible."

Penelope shook her head. "I don't have that kind of power. This is a mistake. There has to be another reason, or another choice to make."

Colin wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You are the only choice."

Penelope sat in the library as she watched King Colin and Lady Francesca gather scroll after scroll.

"What is all this for?" Penelope asked.

"If you are to be queen you must know the workings of your kingdom," King Colin said, half in jest. "Fran will help advise you until you get the hang of it."

Lady Francesca nodded. "After that we can start searching for your own right-hand advisor."

"I haven't agreed to be queen," Penelope reminded them.

"Yet," King Colin and Lady Francesca said together.

Penelope looked at the mountain of scrolls that was now taller than her. She has never honestly seen so many scrolls in one place, Lord Odysseus' archives being the exception. Well, it will give her something to do until she figures out how she's going to convince King Colin that he made a mistake.

Unrolling the first scroll Penelope began to read.

The job of the Underworld is to have a place for souls after their mortal bodies can no longer contain them. A system was set in place determining how a soul may spend the rest of their eternity based on how they lived their mortal life.

If a soul is judged to be good or heroic they are sent to Elysium where they can rest in a blissful life. If the soul has committed crimes against man or gods, they are sent to the Fields of Punishment where justice may serve that was not given in their mortal life. If a soul is neither good or bad, if it was ordinary then to the Asphodel Meadows it went where it may rest until it is ready to reincarnate.

Penelope blinked. "There's a meadow down here?"

Portia was exhausted. She has spent many nights looking for her third daughter. At first when Felicity told her that Penelope was not with Phillip Portia thought Penelope had just wandered too far. It was not the first time her curiosity had led to her sleeping overnight away from home. Portia could handle that. All she had to do was distract herself with her other daughters and hang a lamp outside the door incase Penelope wandered in at night. When Penelope did not come home after the second night is when Portia started her search.

She checked with Penelope's few friends. She rechecked with Phillip incase he saw her in the time passing. With Mary and Kate. With the wine god, Michael. With the demigods, Sophie and Gareth. Even Penelope's acquaintance, the recluse forge god, Simon. All of them had not seen her.

It was now the mandatory monthly meeting for the Court of Earth which Portia was taking to her full advantage of in her search for her daughter.

"Lord Odysseus," Portia said, approaching the god of history. "Have you seen my daughter? I know sometimes she likes to listen to the stories you pick up."

Lord Odysseus was a younger minor god. His physical appearance put him around King Benedict's age. Brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, and scruff on his face. He was a collector of past events and the stories they told.

"I'm sorry Lady Portia, but no I have not seen Lady Penelope since the Solstice Gathering," Lord Odysseus answered.

Portia sighed. It was the same answer she had gotten from all the others. She knows other immortals did not care to notice her daughter but do they truly think so little of her that no one would think it strange for her to be wandering around days away from home?

"Thank you Lord Odysseus," Portia bowed. "If you see her please let her know I am looking for her."

Lord Odysseus bowed back. "Of course Lady Portia."

Portia looked around, who else could she ask?

"Have you still heard nothing about Penelope?"

Portia turned to see Phillip. "Phillip, I'm surprised to see you here, usually they have drag you to these."

"I was hoping to hear something about Penelope as well," Phillip said. "Have you spoken to King Benedict or Lady Eloise yet?"

Portia snorted. "We both know the Bridgertons don't pay enough attention to know anything."

"It doesn't hurt to try," Phillip urged.

No it doesn't Portia agreed. She was running out of options either way. No one she's spoken to has seen Penelope and Portia can't leave until this forsaken meeting was over with. Might as well make sure she checks every box she can.

Portia bowed to King Benedict and Lady Eloise when she reached the throne. "My king, Lady Eloise."

"Lady Portia." King Benedict nodded. "Is there anything you need? Are the crops not doing well?"

"No my king," Portia said. "I actually wish to ask you if you have knowledge on the whereabouts of my daughter Lady Penelope. She has not been home in many nights."

At first King Benedict said nothing, as if he thinking over his answer. Portia finds herself leaning closer. Does he have some information? Is she close to finding her daughter?

Finally King Benedict shook his head. "I'm sorry Lady Portia but I have not seen Lady Penelope since the Solstice Gathering."

Portia wanted to scream. How has no one in this blasted court have any knowledge where her daughter could be? Is her search too narrow? Portia could find no reason why Penelope would travel to the Court of Heaven or the Court of the Underworld. Despite her curiosity, Penelope has always stayed within the Court of Earth.

"Th-thank you your highness," Portia, her voice cracking.

Court was officially called to order, and Portia took her seat next to Phillip. Taking deep breathes she missed the way Phillip's eyes narrowed on Lady Eloise.

Phillip watched Lady Eloise the whole time court was in session. The goddess of the hunt and knowledge was a known talker, but her lips had not once moved since Portia asked about Penelope. Add in when they were asked King Benedict's brown eyes remained calm while there was a flash of something in Lady Eloise's gray eyes.

She knows something, Phillip was sure of it. He was tempted to tell Lady Portia, but the poor mother was stressed enough without false hope. No best if Phillip figured out what she knew first.

With the death of King Edmund and his domains being split among his three older sons the Underworld could no longer support any form of mortal life . . .

Penelope rubbed her temples; her eyes had started to blur out the words between support and life. The potion, while very affective and long lasting, was wearing off. Her head pounded with her headache coming back with vengeance. She really needed to get a hold of some feverfew.

"Are you alright?" King Colin asked her.

"Lady Francesca's potion is wearing off," Penelope answered. She put her head down and covered her eyed with her arms to block the limited light. "I need to get a hold of some feverfew and ginger."

Lady Francesca tapped her chin. "We shall ask Lord Phillip to bring some next time he brings a new batch of souls. In the meantime, I believe Uncle Nicholas has said that salmon is good headaches. We could have some smoked for dinner. I can also work on making another batch of potions."

King Colin nodded. "Sounds perfect. I'll have Dunwoody tell Cook."

Penelope peaked up at them, her eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised. She couldn't eat that. One should never eat food from another court unless they planned to stay there permanently.

King Colin noticed Penelope's glare. "Relax Pen. I meant what I said when I promised you that the crown would not be placed on your head until you asked. The salmon we have is imported, all our food and drink are."

Penelope placed her head back down. Imported salmon. Imported was good. Imported food went under many spells shipping out and in to be able to be eaten by other courts. Her mother blanketed those spells onto her fields dedicated to trade. She can work with imported salmon until Phillip came down with new souls and she could ask him for-

Wait a minute. . .

Penelope peaked her head back up. "Why is Phillip bringing souls down to the Underworld?"

#spring's rebirth #chapter four and five repost #repost #polin #hades and persephone au #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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You have a Harvest Moon au? 👀 I was gonna ask about FaW/Jumping The Rail but the Harvest Moon part captured my attention (and I don't want to bug you with too many questions). What characters is it centered around and do you have a basic plot/idea for it yet?

I do!! It's literally called Pokemon: Harvest Moon bc I'm basic. There's a link on my pinned post to all of my aus (I think it's all of them) but here is a separate link https://kelpiemomma.tumblr.com/tagged/pokemon%20harvest%20moon

Never feel bad about bugging me with questions. I love opening Tumblr and seeing I have messages, especially when they're from people I know. It's very exciting to talk to people (esp my friends) about the nonsense in my brain and I would love to do it more 😂 ask all the questions you want, you might stir something up that I feel the need to put down somewhere.

ANYWAY. PHM. It's centered around the young (13-ish) Akari who comes to Jubilife Village (possible a little subset-like area of Jubilife City, like. Several miles out of the city. Not easily walked to. Middle of nowhere pokemon style.) needing a place to stay. Mayor Kamado leads her to a decrepit, rundown farm that she is allowed to stay on and live on with the caveat that she is required to improve upon it. If she hasn't improved upon it in a year, she gets the boot. (She is a child who doesn't understand contracts, property law, etc, and he is desperately clinging to a greatness the village hasn't seen in a century). Akari agrees to this and lives out her life harvest moon-like. I've focused on a more pokemon-esque version of it where she gets the Hisuian starters in various ways and they help her on the farm. She's also got a ponyta named Dolly who is ✨spicy✨

Elesa moves in during Akari's first year and the become friendly. She's absolutely confused by this grubby little dirt urchin who wanders up to her clothing store (formerly run by Anthe, who sold it to Elesa so she could retire) and just offers her a massive bag of coin in exchange for new clothes. Elesa lays claim to her as a cute niece and makes her SO MUCH farmer chic clothing. (Side note- Cyllene doubles as law enforcement (of a sort, there's really no crime in Jubilife Village because... there's no one really living in Jubilife Village!) as well as Kamado's aid with the town. Elesa has a crush on Cyllene, which is required, but Cyllene is highly stressed and quite expressionless, and Elesa is often too nervous to really do much more than offer to make her custom clothes as a way of flirting, which Cyllene honestly takes as her just being nice... this is my own ridiculous little ship that I love.) Akari thinks Elesa is funny and enjoys spending time with her, though she does do a lot of teasing her about her crush.

Laventon and Rei double as livestock owners and the local vet (and vet tech). Rei is a couple years older than Akari and deeply protective of this Tiny Baby in the universal way of "oh my god this person is just barely younger than me, they're a baby I must protect". We all have those moments. I know it. You know it. Rei is always trying to give Akari free stuff that she insists on paying for. Laventon, Rei's father (adopted or otherwise, idk), also gives her free stuff but more subtly. Taking care of the animals. Giving her advice on the best food. Telling her they "just" got a certain food in and asking her to use it and give him her opinion.

There's ALSO a train that runs nearby. It used to run through the town, and actually passes by Akari's farm, but "improvements" and speed had it passing by instead. Think of how Route 66 used to be the main thoroughfare across the country until bypasses were put in- that's essentially the "station" in Jubilife. Akari always waves at the train (to which she gets a responding horn, ALWAYS to her delight) and is somewhat beset upon by Ingo and Emmet one day, who came to visit Elesa and were curious about the girl on the farm. Again, they immediately take her under their wing, and they delight in both picking on her and making her take care of herself. Akari is terrible at taking care of herself and frequently faints due to overexertion (Elesa, Passelle(?), and Cyllene hate this but are unable to convince her to take breaks, drink water, and eat better because Akari is afraid she'll be thrown out if Kamado thinks she isn't working hard enough and won't listen to them tell her thats not how it works. 13 year olds!!!) and scares the twins one day as they find her passed out in the fields after her pokemon sought their attention while the train passed by. They manage to convince enough people that adding Jubilife Village to their stop (or a different stop) would be beneficial for everyone and end up somewhat taking over that route. It means they see Elesa every day (win! Beties reunited!), get to ensure Akari is taking care of herself, and get to give their pokemon (especially the large ones) plenty of room to roam. The subway bosses AND the former gym leader being in one spot also makes the village a draw for battlers.

Akari hates her house and doesn't put any work into it. It's her own little rebellion against Kamado. She'll improve the farmland and the stable and the barn and the cool but the house? FUCK that house. (Everyone hates that she literally STILL SLEEPS IN THAT FALLING APART FUCKING HOUSE.)

It's another of my silly self indulgences that I need to revisit 😂 especially since the comic of Ingo and Emmet being dared to adopt Akari by Akari has reached 100 notes and I said I'd redraw it if that happened fksbsjs

#Tag later

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novafire-is-thinking · 2 years

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Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 14 of 22: Predaking)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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Predaking is cool. What makes him such a terrifying opponent is what makes him an excellent ally. It all depends on who someone is and whether they respect his power.

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: Untamed, The Ruthless Hunter, The Alpha

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: Dangerous, Red October, and Hunt You Down

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

Fire Hunt by 2WEI, Ali Christenhusz

No words needed.

This Is My World by Esterly, Austin Jenckes

“This is my world, / Oh, you took a wrong turn / Now you're stuck in my world, / Trust me, this is gonna hurt / Fire it up, and watch it burn, / This is my world”

This is how I like to think Predaking first saw Cybertron upon his arrival. Until he learned to share, that is.

Dangerous by Zayde Wølf

“No, we ain't like them / No, no, we ain't like them / Yeah, you're gonna catch us walking on the edge

We be living so dangerous”

Dragons Win by Steve Jablonsky

Usually they do, yes.

All This Power by WAR*HALL

Once Predaking recognized how powerful he was and could be, there was no going back.

Play with Fire by WAR*HALL

“I don't know any other way / I never lay down, never walk away / I keep pushing like a tidal, pushing like a tidal wave / I don't know how to play it safe / I like walking on a razor blade / I keep burning like a wild, burning like a wild blaze

Baby here I go / I'm outta control / You can't stop me, no

I'm gonna risk it all! (Risk it all) / I'm gonna let 'em fall! (Let 'em fall) / Play with fire! / Play with fire!”

Best Shot by Mountains vs. Machines

“Try shooting me down or knocking me out / You better believe me, I'm making it loud / Everyone thinking they're number one / I'll show 'em, I'll show 'em / Get ready to run / Nothing you can do / See me pushing through / So take your best shot”

Hands Of Fire by Campfire, Leo Gallo

The vibes fit.

Ashes by Endway

Predaking and his fellow Predacons were literally brought forth from the bones and ashes of their ancestors.

Red October by Audiomachine

A powerful instrumental to match Predaking’s powerful beast mode.

Man on Fire by Saint Middleton, Seth Alley, UNSECRET

“I'm a man on fire, I'm a man on fire / Only going higher, only going higher / I'm a man, I'm a man on fire / I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man / I'm a man on fire

Dedicated, I'm motivated / The victory is mine for the taking / Let's face it, I'm the greatest / I stay tough, level up, it's like I'm levitating / I came to change the game / I go wild in the cage / It's in my DNA / If you can't take the heat / Then get out of the flame”

Hunt You Down by Vo Williams, UNSECRET

Basically Predaking to Starscream (and anyone else who wrongs him).

Rules of Nature - Platinum Mix by Jason Charles Miller

“Rules of nature! / And they run when the sun comes up / With their lives on the line / (Alive) For a while / (No choice) Gotta follow the laws of the wild / (Alive) With their lives on the line / (No choice) Out here only the strong survive

What's done is done, survived to see another day / The dance of life, the hunter and the agile prey / No guarantee which of them will succeed / Strong or weak”

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Raf Esquivel and Ratchet.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

#transformers prime #transformers prime playlists #tfp #tfp playlists #transformers #transformers playlists #tfp predaking #predaking #maccadam #behind the playlist #Spotify

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Feeling faint

Tom Holland x Sister!Reader, Holland Family X Sister!Reader, Harrison Osterfeild X Platonic!reader

Summary: Your brothers comfort you after you faint at Tom's wedding.

Warnings: mentions blood, a concussion, fainting, fluff.

Reader's age: 15

Request: Anon

A/n: Thank you for the request! Also so sorry bought the name though 🤣 also like I just made the bride an OC so ya.

It was all going good, you were stood behind your brothers in a row, Harrison was the best man, your brothers were groomsmen and you had the honor of being a grooms woman. You were just behind Paddy, as you watched your soon-to-be sister-in-law come down the aisle. Once her dad was by his seat the officiant started.

"Thank you, please be seated. Today we gather to lift Tom Holland and Amelia Williams up in celebration of ever-lasting love. In the presence of their beloved family and friends, Tom Holland and Amelia Williams will pronounce their love through this ceremony and begin a lifelong journey together."

"On this day, we offer gratitude for the blessings that have been bestowed upon Amelia and Tom. In this fast-spinning, always-changing world they have at last found peace and comfort in one another." He continued, you started swaying slightly feeling faint. You subtly leaned forward putting a hand on Paddy's shoulder in an attempt to hold yourself up as you watched the ceremony.

The ceremony was just about over and you were still feeling faint, you were still leaning on your older brother as the officiant finished: "By the power vested in me by the Universal Life Church Ministries, before your families and your friends, I now pronounce you lawfully and spiritually united Please seal your marriage with your first wedded kiss." Once they pulled away from the kiss and were about to walk down the aisle a loud thud was heard along with Paddy exclaiming help. Everyone turn to looked seeing you laying there unconscious, Paddy was already down by your side. Harry and Sam moved quickly to come to your sides followed by Harrison, Tom, Amelia and your parents. Most of the crowd was standing but no one came much closer.

"She's breathing." Sam announced. After a few seconds, you were opening your eyes.

"W-what happened? Why does my head hurt so much?" You asked your family.

"You fainted your okay." Dom said. "Give her a bit of space.

"Oh... Sorry." You mumbled putting your hand up to your head where it hurt.

"It's okay." Your sister in law said softly. You moved you hand back to looked at it wide eyed.

"I don't think that's good." You said out of it.

"Yeah, that isn't." Your mom gently moved your hair out of the way to look at what happened. "We need towels over here." She said to which Harry hurried off to grab some.

"I don't feel so good." You mumbled eyes closing.

"Woah no Tom don't let her close her eyes." Dom said.

"Hey look at me." Tom said, your eyes opened slightly seeing Tom and Haz standing there.

"Oh hi. Did I ruin the wedding?" You said your words slurred a bit.

"Paddy go get her water please." Harrison asked.

"No you didn't ruin the wedding bun." Tom assured. "Just keep your eyes on us."

"Okay." You smiled, "did I ruin my dress? I wiked it." You slurred. Sam chuckled from behind you where he was standing with your mom and dad, while they looked at your head. "It wasn't a joke!"

"Your dress is fine. Sam don't be such div." Harry said handing your mom the cloth.

"Yeah don't be such div." You looked at your brother and stuck your tongue out. Paddy finally came back with the water bottle and passed it to Tom.

"Y/n drink this. Mum is she okay?"

"I'm gonna take her to the hospital I'll keep you posted don't worry." Nikki said. "Dom help me get her up."

You took a sip from your water and looked at your sister-in-law. "I'm sorry." You said once again.

"It's okay." Tom and Amelia answered.

"If you say so I guess." You mumbled eyes closing.

"Y/n look at me." Harrison said catching it immediately.

"What I'm tired." You said glaring at the man.

"You got to stay awake." Sam said as he and Harry got you to your feet, Nikki still holding the cloth to your head.

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You were back from the hospital just into time for the reception. Tom was the first to greet you of course as he was quite worried, Sam and Paddy were close behind along with Harrison. Harry and Dom went along with you and Nikki. Harry was there to hold the towel and make sure you stayed awake. You were stitched up and had a bandage on your head but otherwise, you were fine. The doctors chalked your faint up to you not eating or drink enough that day. Once you got liquids and a snack you started to get back to yourself but you were feeling super embarrassed and bad about fainting and taking the attention off of the newly weds.

"How are you feeling?" Amelia asked when you came into the venue the reception was being held in.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry about early." You said giving an apologetic smile.

"It's fine stop apologizing." Tom interjected. "You couldn't avoid it."

"Yeah, I guess." You mumbled though you were still embarrassed.

"It really wasn't that big of a deal. Your fine." Amelia assured you once again. You shrugged, before turning around noticing your other two brothers and Harrison standing there.

"Are you okay?" Paddy asked.

"I'm fine.." You mumbled. You didn't like the attention, now normally you'd love it since you are usually over shadowed by your brothers but today was supposed to be about Tom and his wife then you faint. It was the one day that you didn't want any attention on you.

"That's good." Sam smiled. You shrugged rolling your eyes.

"She's fine look still as sassy as usual." Harrison teased. He was like a fifth brother to you so you two acted like siblings.

"Shudup." You grumbled.

"Okay what's wrong?" Tom asked you as his wife walked off to do something.

"Nothing... Just fainting in public is embarrassing.. And fainting at a wedding more so." You mumbled. "And I still feel bad about taking the attention off of you and Amelia." You added.

"Oh y/n. No one's mad at you for fainting at our wedding." Tom assured you once again.

"Everyone is just glad your okay." Sam added on smiling at you.

"I guess..."

"Are we not going to talk about the fact she was talking like she's fainted in public before?" Harry inquired.

"No we are not." You said simply.

"Okay. But really it was funny." Paddy said, "and explained why you were leaning on me the whole ceremony."

"It was kinda funny." Harrison said chuckling.

"Oh woah you found my pain funny." You said jokingly.

"There your back to yourself! Yes now we have a reception to get to come on." Tom said giving you a quick hug before leaving to find his wife.

"So when have you fainted before?"

A/n: How was it? I'm not good at comforting people so writing it is semi-hard for me. Also, I think I wrote the wedding well... Idk I haven't been to one since I was 3. And I don't remember anything about that except walking up to a guy who I honestly know if he was the groom or the groom's brother. (The groom is an identical twin)

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x sister!reader #tom holland's spiderman #spiderman #peter parker #harry holland #holland family #sam holland #paddy holland #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfield #teen!reader #x teen!reader #x sister!reader #sister!reader #send in anons #anon fic request

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kylie-writes-stuff · 3 years

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custody

-> characters: quackity x reader, your sibling (Mason), tiger

-> word count: 1,059

-> warnings: i'm not really sure what requires a warning so ??: not really fluff or angst ig but there's a happy ending, homophobic parents, uh, idk

-> summary: alex and y/n break up, but they have a pet and neither is of them want to give it up. they spend a few days each with the pet separately. but it kinda helps them get together again.

-> a/n: idrk why i added a sibling, i just did ?? i never think about stuff before i write it. i just kinda go for it. i also didn't proofread so sorry if there's any mistakes. hope you like it! let me know what you think :)

Around a month ago, when you had broken up, you asked, “Who gets custody of the kid?”

You were trying to lift the tension a little, the both of you laughing softly through your tears.

You and Alex didn’t end on bad terms, not at all. You just agreed that it was for the best. Things got complicated with the two of you both being almost full time streamers, Alex in law school, you working a part-time job and now having to take care of your little sibling. Lots of different components. It was hard to just have time to be together.

You knew Alex loved Tiger. He knew you loved him too. Even though, when you asked it, it was somewhat a joke, the two of you still had to decide.

“Joint-custody?” He had asked.

So now here you were, getting out of your car and locking it before walking into the apartment complex in front of you.

You knocked on the door and waited patiently.

"(Y/n) hey, come in," Alex greeted.

"Hey Alex," You said back.

It was still somewhat awkward, of course it would be, but it was getting better.

Tiger came running up to you, stretching against your leg, trying to bump your hand with his head.

"Hey little guy," you smiled, petting him.

Alex got out his carrier and handed it to you.

"Getting ready for a stream?" You asked while you put Tiger in the carrier, noticing how Alex was rushing around, a certain look on his face.

"Yeah, it's a... it's a big one," He sighed.

"Hey," you smiled at him, "you're gonna do great. You always do."

He smiled back, "Thanks, I needed that."

"Of course. You'll come get him on Friday?"

"Yup."

"Alright, see ya," And you were out the door.

The exchange never really lasted long. You already had everything you needed in your house, so you only had to grab Tiger himself.

It was kinda weird. Friends would come over and notice the litter box, toys, and food, and would ask to see your cat. It was hard having to explain that "Oh, he's... he's, uh, not here right now. Yeah, he's at his dad's house."

At first, Tiger was confused. But he's gotten somewhat used to it by now. You could just tell he loved both you and Alex, as much as you guys loved him.

When you got home, you let Tiger out and he started playing with your sibling.

Your sibling was a nice kid. They had come out to your parents and, of course, your parents didn't take it well. Bisexual and now non-binary? No way!

Those asshole had kicked Mason out of the house. They didn't know what to do. They were broken. They called you, knowing you were always there for them, and of course you took them in.

The 14 year old had formed a nice friendship with Alex. They were sad too when you broke up but they understood.

The two of you sat, playing Mario Kart, with Tiger laying across your lap.

You checked the time, "Woah, dude, you gotta get to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"You sound like Mom," Mason said, rolling their eyes but getting up anyways.

"Ew, never say that again!" You laughed, throwing a pillow in their direction.

You decided to head to bed too.

You laid there with Tiger on your chest, and Alex's stream pulled up on your phone.

The two of you were happy when you were together. Hell, you would've been the perfect couple. If only the world didn't work the way it did...

You missed him, obviously.

But you would never admit it.

Eventually, Friday rolled around.

"Ready to go back to your dad's?" You asked Tiger, petting him softly.

"You talk to him like a real kid," Mason teased.

"Shut up," you laughed.

Soon, you heard a knock on the door. Tiger did too, seeing as he was already making his way over there.

You opened the door and Alex was standing there. "Hey,"

"Hi,"

He came in, as usual.

"Hey, Alex!" Mason greeted.

"Ah hey, kiddo," Alex said back, somehow matching their energy.

You laughed and said "Hey Al, his carrier's upstairs. Give me a sec," to which he nodded.

It had been a somewhat colder day. Nothing to bad though.

That's why it was surprise when you had opened the door for Alex to leave, just to be greeted with rain coming down hard.

Alex tried walking through the door but you pulled him back by his hood.

"Woah, hey,"

"What?"

"I'm not letting you go out in that, are you insane?" You said, gesturing towards the rain.

He looked back outside, "It's not that bad, we'll be okay."

"Dude, I'm not gonna risk that. Just hang out for a bit, okay? Let the rain calm down."

"Okay," He agreed.

It was awkward at first, but after the first hour or so, your nerves eased.

It was almost back to how it was before. You, Alex, and Mason making jokes and playing games. Tiger going from person to person. Everything was fine.

You turned your phone towards your little sibling, showing them the time.

"A little longer?" They whined, "C'mon, man, give me one more hour. Alex is here!"

You looked over at Alex and he nodded.

"Sure," you sighed, "one more hour."

And so the night carried on like that. It was fun. So fun that none you had even realized that the rain had settled.

Once Mason went upstairs for bed, it was just you and Alex.

You were able to keep the same energy, laughing and hanging out together.

"Oh hey," you finally realized, "the rain stopped."

"Oh."

You two sat there for a moment more.

"Uh, (Y/n)?" Alex asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me hang out, I guess. Mostly for not letting me go out in the rain. I didn't think you cared..."

"Alex," you looked at him, "of course I care. I never stopped caring about you."

He pulled you into a hug, taking you by surprise.

It didn't take long for you to wrap your arms around him as well.

"Once we figure everything out..." He whispered.

"Mhm?"

"I-I'd like to try again. You know, try... us again."

You smiled up at him, "I'd like that too."

#quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity fanfic

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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“Teeth”

Peter Parker x Anti-hero!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, chocking kink, rough sex.

Part XI of the "Mercy" series

SERIES MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

"Something in the way you look into my eyes... I don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive"

Teeth - 5SOS

Peter was going to be sick.

He hadn't felt sick in years, ever since the spider bite, but he was sure his stomach was about to turn any second now.

It was all in front of his eyes, the darkest, most confidential of S.H.I.E.L.D's files. Project Lazarus. Nick Fury’s unethical, insane scheme to get the original six back together, using the kree blood running through Captain Marvel's veins to reanimate the fallen ones. And you had been the ultimate guinea pig, the final test.

And Peter had been the one to authorize it.

The name on the files was your father's, but Bucky had only consented after Peter…

He ran, barely making it to the ensuite on time to empty the contents of his stomach into the sink. He let the water flow to wash the foul liquid away.

That wasn't even the worst. Oh no, that was barely the top of the iceberg. The most horrifying part, the part that was going to give him nightmares for weeks, was that protocol. The T.A.H.I.T.I. protocol, a machine wired directly to your brain, with your skull splitted open, erasing everything Fury considered you didn't need. There were even fucking reports about how much more docile and happier you were after forgetting your mother's death, and your subsequent murderous rampage.

And at least half of it was bullshit. They had told you about Natasha the very same day you had woken up, asking for your mommy in russian, breaking their hearts in a thousand pieces once they understood what was going on.

He sprayed some cold water on his face, trying to regain his composure. As bad as he was feeling, it was probably nothing compared to what you were feeling. He had to get it together, for you. He rinsed his mouth and dried his face with a towel, stepping back into his room.

But you were nowhere to be found.

His heart fell to his stomach. He scrambled to put on a pair of sweats, cursing the valuable seconds he was wasting, before running at breakneck speed through hallways and flights of stairs until he reached your floor. By the time he barged into your room, he was out of breath.

“No” It came out as a whisper, a barely audible gasp at finding his worst suspicions confirmed.

There you were, fully dressed, a backpack open on your bed with a few clothes thrown haphazardly inside as you raided your bedroom for weapons.

“No” He repeated, more firmly, when you passed by him. He was met with more silence, as you took your small Glock 42 and checked the magazine. You wouldn't even look at him. You couldn't. You knew that if you as much as met those warm coffee eyes, bright with tears, you wouldn't be able to bring yourself to do it, you wouldn't be able to leave him.

And you had to. Peter didn't know, you were certain, he didn't mean to do so, but he was playing right into the role director Fury intended for him to play: A distraction and an anchor, something to stay for, to keep you loyal to the avengers.

Just like Hydra had used your father to keep your mother in line once, a long time ago. She had told you that story, told you about your dad's face, frozen inside a cryogenic pod. And she had taught you, with tears in her eyes, the motto you had lived your whole life by, up until now: ‘Your first and most important loyalty, must always be to yourself’

You counted your bullets, and tucked the gun into the thigh holster under your skirt. It was time to honor that law.

Peter stepped in front of you, halting your advances,

“Y/n, stop, talk to me, please!” He reached for your hand, but you avoided his touch. You knew what would happen if he touched you.

“It’s over, Peter” Your voice washed over him like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone, “I’m leaving”

The words knocked all the air out of his chest, like a physical blow. He knew your first reaction would be to fly, your mother had raised you your whole life to make self preservation your first instinct. He had feared you would leave him behind.

But somehow, Peter had never pictured you would want to leave him.

He could feel his eyes burn, smell the salt of his own tears. He choked on the question that wanted to escape his throat, it was useless questioning why: He was still pretty much a stranger to you, all of them were. You weren't one to trust easily in strangers, and you had just been proven right. But comprehending didn't make it any less painful.

“Take me with you” He was conscious of the futility of his request as he said the words but he had to try. He had to.

You stopped your packing, meeting his eyes. But he found nothing in yours. No warmth. No trust. Nothing but the cold fire of your barely contained rage, algid and terrible. Peter had seen that look before, back in a barn on a stormy night. He regretted, for what was probably the thousandth time, not running away with you then, instead of asking you to stay with him.

“I was there” He tried again, “the night you tried to kill Clint”

“I know” You interrupted him, “I just read the file”

“I asked you to stay that night. You wanted to run and instead of asking you to let me go with you, I asked you to stay. I’m not making that mistake again. Let me go with you”

Unknowingly, Peter had just confirmed your worst suspicions. He had been the key piece in Fury's chess game from the very beginning, sending him after you over and over again despite his failures, he had set the bait. And you had fallen straight into his trap, forgetting all your training, giving up your own freedom… for a boy.

You weren’t making the same mistake twice either.

“Goodbye, Peter.”

He watched as in slow motion how you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, realizing then that the only way to stop you from leaving was to physically stop you. Desperate, he let his instinct take over in one last attempt to keep you there.

He tackled you, your body hitting the floor hard, all the air knocked out of your lungs at once. Your wrists hurt where his hands pinned them to the floor as he straddled you, a feeling of deja vu washing over him as he looked down at your furious face, but you weren't the same girl he had webbed down to the faded hardwood of that dingy apartment almost a year ago. Not anymore. Six months of training with the winter soldier, the handler of widows himself, had made you even deadlier than you already were.

You tangled your ankle around one of his own, bucking your hips up, pushing him out of balance as you rolled him over, landing on top of him, hand firm around his throat.

“You think you can stop me?” There was venom, and contempt, in your words, his spider sense flaring up. But tried as he may, he couldn't move, couldn't even look away. He was a fly, trapped and defenseless, in your web. He had always been. How foolish and conceited of him, calling himself Spider-man, when there, laying underneath you, he finally understood what a real predator was.

“You think you can get on top of me? Think you can dominate me, boy?” You felt Peter's gulp under your palm. It was tempting, so tempting…

So you squeezed, just a little, watching his pupils blow wide with adrenaline, equal parts crisp trepidation and desire. Peter’s head was spinning, and it wasn't just from lack of oxygen. He didn't know the exact moment you went from fighting him to claw at his clothes, but you were, and he was aiding you, ripping yet another one of your panties, another casualty in the warfare of your relationship, guiding your hips down as you braced yourself, one hand on the floor, the other one still around his neck. Unlike him, who was hard from the moment he felt your hands on his skin, you weren't ready, nowhere near wet enough, but you didn't care: The slight burn grounded you, made everything sharper. This wasn't about placer anyway, this was a punishment. For Peter, for making you feel the things he made you feel; and for you, for allowing them to grow and fester in your heart.

He seemed to like it, though, hips bucking to meet yours, breathless sounds leaving his lips as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“You like this, don't you?” You marveled, “Like it rough, boy?”

It wasn't your old ‘baby boy’, the one that belied your tenderness as you did the most depraved things to him. But it was close enough to get his heart racing.

“Pathetic” You decided, as you felt his pulse pick up under your hand. He whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes, and at last, you let go of his neck, placing both hands flat on his muscular chest for leverage. It wasn’t long before you were breathless too, as taking his cock became easier and easier with every downward stroke.

“Shit... I’ll give it to you, spidey… your dick feels amazing…” You gasped, little frown of concentration on your face, lips parted, unable to contain your little moans. How could he ever let you go, when you were the most exquisite thing Peter had witnessed in his whole life?

“Too much for you, little spider?” He could do nothing but sob as you teased him, cruelly, tightening your muscles around him “...Or not enough?”

You leaned forward, tracing your tongue over his open lips, but quickly withdrawing when he tried to capture yours in a kiss. You changed your pace, no longer bouncing but rocking on top of him, grinding your clit against his pelvis, enjoying the electricity that the friction created on your little pearl of nerves.

Meanwhile, Peter was a mess underneath you, tears now flowing freely, whimpering, and shaking, fisting the fabric of your skirt so hard that you heard it rip. But still not daring to complain.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you? Could do anything I want with you… use you anyway I wanted to…”

You felt him twitch inside you at your words, another whine escaping his chest.

“I could ruin you, ride you so hard… get you so close… and stop right before you come”

He shook his head frantically, desperate, but still, he kept silent.

“You don't want that? But you'd take it anyway, wouldn't you?”

He closed his eyes, unable to meet yours, ashamed. That was all the answer you needed,

“You would. Because you are mine… my pretty toy… to use… to fuck…” You picked up your pace, bouncing up and down his cock, and he couldn't contain himself anymore,

“Yes!” He cried, “I’m yours! All yours!”

“My slutty boy” You praised, legs burning with the strain and exhaustion of the night, but stopping was not an option. You were close, drunk on the power of having such a strong superhuman submitting to you, such a gorgeous man turned into a needy, desperate puddle between your legs.

“Please” He begged, pitifully.

“What do you need, little boy?”

His fingers closed around your wrist, guiding your hand until it was back around his neck, and you understood. You could have mocked him again, humiliated him farther, make him beg for it. But something inside his coffee eyes stopped you. It wasn't trust, no. You could practically smell the fear, the sharp tang of epinephrine coming off his pores, every hair on his body still standing on end, proof of his spider sense still on high alert…

No. It was deeper than that. It was surrender. He knew you could as easily give him what he wanted, as turn on him. Never, not even back it that farm, had been more evident to him that the hand he loved to hold was a weapon.

But he couldn't help never wanting to let go.

“Я тебя люблю” He croaked, throat dry and sore from your manhandling, but still clear enough to make your hips falter.

“What did you just say?” You breathed, stunned.

“Я тебя люблю” He repeated, more clearly, hands sliding up your thighs, till he had handfuls of your ass, “I love you…”

“Shut up” You hissed.

“I won't. I love you” Peter felt as your nails dug on his chest, until he had five bloody crescent marks to match the ones on his back, “I love you…”

You squeezed his neck harder, until he was really struggling for air, black spots dancing in his vision.

“I love you” It was nothing but a gasp.

You made a frustrated noise, but there was no denying the way your walls fluttered around him. And there was no stopping your hips, working him ferociously, fucking yourself on his cock without mercy. You were falling already, falling apart for him.

“Come with me” It was a command. It was a request. It was an invitation.

And Peter knew you weren't just talking about his release.

To be continued...

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #Mercy series #mercy

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chokefriends · 3 years

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Anatomy model Eustass Kid

By @godims0tired ♡ for my fic Life Drawing

Rating: E

Warnings: None

Characters & ships: Eustass Kid / Trafalgar Law

Word count: 2978

Summary: Law practices his anatomical drawing with Kidd as his subject. With his devil fruit abilities he can see right inside him.

Kidd finds this insanely romantic.

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Read on Ao3 or below the cut. I know it's an older fic by now but I havent posted it here before so here!

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Kidd jerked into full awareness as he lay sprawled in his bed. He checked around himself without moving and sensed a second heartbeat in the room, near enough that the dim echoes of its electrical impulses lapped at his skin like waves. Slow and calm. Just watching then; not yet poised to attack…

There were eyes on him.

It took him a moment to remember that the other heartbeat was supposed to be there. He wasn't used to having bedmates stay overnight.

Red eyes slid open and found keen grey ones fixed on him.

“The fuck you staring at.”

“You, idiot.”

The big redheaded sprawl snorted crassly at that and flopped over, returning the stare with sleepy menace.

Law smirked. He was wedged sideways in one of the heavy carved armchairs in Kidd's quarters, loosely wrapped in a sheet and busily scritch scritching in a large book. His gaze flicked from page to Kidd and back.

Kidd prodded him, “See something you want, Trafalgar? Come over here and take it.”

His limbs were still all loose and languid from when they'd fucked a couple hours before, but Kidd could stand to go another round. Especially with the sharp, evaluating looks Law was throwing him right now.

“Come on, c'mere.”

“Later. Go back to sleep, Eustass-ya.” The pen bobbed.

“Don’ wanna. What are you doing still up?”

“Just passing the time until my brain decides to let me fall asleep.” Law's insomniac woes again.

“A good fuck will do that for you. Lemme do the ligature thing and you'll be out like bam .” Kidd offered generously.

“Heheh. Thanks but oxygen deprivation is not the kind of sleep aid I need.”

“Your loss.”

Kidd burrowed into his cluster of satiny pillows with a sigh. For an infamously brutal pirate captain he sure liked his little extravagances. The whole room was draped with horribly clashing bits of luxurious fabrics and furs, and the odd shiny sharp thing. The manic magpie whims of past raids.

“Nah, that's no good,” Law recrossed long legs over the chair’s arm, well cushioned with some spotted pelt. “Go back to where you were a second ago.”

“Are you…? What, taking notes on me? Writing an ode to the sinful curve of my flawless ass?”

“Something like that. I'm adding my own anatomical diagrams to this medical text. It’s my favourite for reference material but the illustrations are scanty and kinda shit -- it's like they've never dissected anyone before.”

“Nice. Add a diagram of these.” Kidd kicked up a leg.

“Hah. I'm nowhere near the section on genital abnormalities, but I'll look you up when I get there. Turn on your side again, I was doing upper body musculature.”

“Ooo. I got lots of that, yeah.” Kidd complied.

The lamplight was flickering low behind Law. Kidd could see him and his book backlit dimly, the small hairs on his leanly muscled shoulders aglow like a nimbus. Tinged subtly blue.

Wait, blue?

“Do you have a Room up?”

“Yeah, so I can scan down and see the actual anatomical stuff.”

“Huh. That's handy. You don't even have to dissect anyone.”

“Yeah but it’s easier to see everything if you physically open someone up. You can isolate the individual structures that way.” Law peeked overtop of the book. “And it's more fun to do it the old-fashioned way, heh…”

Kidd gave a low laugh. Law wasn't even joking, he knew. He imagined waking up one night like this, to find some part of him delicately splayed open and the dark haired doctor sketching away with the same expression. If Law used his devil fruit power he could do it painlessly and bloodlessly, without even waking him. Kidd had seen him sever heads away from bodies completely within that blue sphere, both pieces still functioning as one. He’d never been the subject of that eerie power himself, though.

He didn’t think so, anyway.

Law untangled himself from chair and sheet, and finally came over to join him on the bed. Kidd was gifted briefly with a full view of the lithe figure. His recent handiwork was beginning to show in the mottling that ran up either thigh and the bites framing his chest tattoos.

The long limbs refolded next to him. “Stay there, I wanna do the neck muscles now.”

“Lemme see that first.”

“Don't be grabby,” Law complained, but gave up the book.

“Holy fuck.” Kidd flipped through studies of his back, shoulders, hands. “So that's how I look without skin, huh.”

He had been expecting more… yeah. Skin.

“I did say I was drawing the muscles.”

“And my bones and everything.”

“Yeah. Good skeletal structure too. Several odd calluses where breaks didn't quite set right, though.”

“You can see all of that?”

“Yeah, of course. Like I said, I can scan down to any level. Though it helps if I know already the shape of what I'm looking for.”

Something about the drawings was just so Law. The lines so precise, so sharp, somehow impatient. A little obsessive and overworked on certain details, like the hollow between his collar bones and the knobbly crook of his index finger, broken at least twice. Many practice studies on loose sheets of paper showed that Law had been trying to get these parts just right.

It occurred to Kidd that these weren't just anatomical studies using him as a model -- these were him.

Jotted notes crowded around the practice studies, but Law grabbed the book back before Kidd could read them properly.

“Trafalgar. Does that seriously say I have 8.2 litres of blood in me.”

“Nevermind that. Just an interesting fact. You have a lot of blood.”

Kidd stole another peek as Law held him off. “And that I have a grip strength of 68 kilograms in my right hand?”

“At least. That’s not something I can see; that's from uh, experience.”

Kidd leaned back with his hands laced behind his head to look at Law. “One might misinterpret this as a target profile of some kind.” Because that's exactly what it was -- a detailed map of Kidd’s strongest, and weakest points.

“Whoa, your blood pressure’s spiking.” Law grinned with more teeth than usual and leaned in to hover over him.

“Now you're just showing off,” Kidd complained.

“Does this disturb you?”

That wasn't exactly the feeling that was spreading through him, no. Or not entirely, anyway. Kidd just cracked his neck, stretching it out for Law's benefit, and raised an eyebrow.

“So you wanted some neck action? It's all yours.”

Law seemed to like the sound of that. He angled Kidd’s head away and up with a gentle press of fingers, so the ear and neck were exposed to him.

Kidd watched his shadow flicker on the opposite wall and listened to the pen scratch across paper. The undulating magnetic field of Law’s heart was so close now, washing over him. His own blood thudded in his ears, senses all on high alert from holding himself in this vulnerable position.

He could be fuckin patient. Sometimes. Well… when he had all of Law’s attention focused on him like this, he’d stay still forever. He could feel the sharp eyes on him like a touch. His own eyes started to wander back over…

He jumped a little when Law did touch him, nudging him back into place. And then trailing fingers over the mound behind his ear.

“Sternocleidomastoid,” Law mouthed to himself. “Levator scapulae…” The hand travelled down to his collarbone and rested there lightly, his thumb tracing little circles.

It was so calm. And strange. Rare for the reserved doctor to be so casually intimate. Even while they were fucking, touch was more like a struggle, hands straining against and into each other. Kidd was rough without even trying, but it was Law who seemed to flinch from any contact not resembling combat. Or medical care. Such structured things. He’d objected -- vehemently -- to being “pawed at” and “pet like a lap dog” often enough. As though anything less than bruising force would hurt more.

He was so guarded. It made Kidd greedy.

“You're hard, you know,” Law breathed onto his neck.

“Yeah I'm aware.”

“Heh.”

Tattooed fingers ran along Kidd’s side, over the tight bands hugging the ribs (“Serratus anterior…”), and pinpricks rose in their wake. Kidd found himself arching up against the hand desperately.

“Ah, fuck, Trafalgar…”

“Mhm,” Law responded, distracted. Or pretending to be. He followed a particular cord of muscle down Kidd’s powerful thigh with his thumb. “Sartorius. Gracilis.”

“Dick.”

“No that's not a muscle, Eustass-ya.”

“Oh for the love of GOD.”

Law made a sound that was probably a muffled laugh. “Hold still. I'm doing anatomical studies.”

“Oh is that what we're doing.”

“Obviously.”

“Where's the book.”

“It's…” Law looked around for a minute. “On the floor.”

Kidd covered his face with his hands and just laughed. Law sighed dramatically.

“Well. Guess I gotta start from the top again.”

---

Law could be a pushy bastard when he topped. But he kept up the slow, focused treatment this time and it was driving Kidd fucking insane.

“I'm gonna flip this the fuck around and pound you inside out if it takes any longer.” Kidd growled from under his arm, slung across his face.

This was as close as he could get to actually asking for it. Here he was laid out, so open and ready, core clenching and unclenching. Needing to be fucked, to have hands on him, in him, whatever. All of it.

“Nah you're not.” Law countered smugly.

“F-uck,” was all Kidd could come up with when a third finger twisted into his slicked up hole. His body tensed and spasmed before yielding itself open.

By the time Law was actually fucking him, Kidd had nearly popped a fucking vein.

Law pushed in slowly, slowly. Until they were pressed together as tight as they could go, breath hot on each other's faces.

“Shit, Tr--ahh…”

“Eustass-ya…”

He was done with all the slow shit. Kidd was a shifting mass of need under him and honestly, he was even more worked up. He dragged almost all the way out only to grind back in hard, and the tight body jolted.

“Aw fuck, yeah…”

Law braced his weight on his arms, pressing Kidd’s hips into the bed. He watched the muscles bunch beneath him with each impact, Kidd straining to meet him. Watched through skin so pale it was translucent, glowing and rippling.

Kidd still wasn't entirely sure what to make of that gaze. All hunger and splitting seams, open lips and ragged breath.

He quirked up one corner of a mocking mouth.

“The fuck’re you-- ah --staring at?”

Law didn't answer for a moment. Under Kidd's skin it was like… layers of red ribbons, wrapping him up. The ribbons all pulling and straining against each other when Kidd moved (when Law moved in him), like something inside was trying to burst out. Under them, ribs curving -- jealous fingers. Wetly clinging membranes. Then under that��

“Your heart. It's…”

Their bodies collided, beaded with sweat. Harder. More. Law could see, hear Kidd's heart beating faster as he picked up his pace. God, he could feel it in his palms. In his dick. Beating so strong it echoed in his ears, drowning out his own.

“Fucking perfect. It's perfect.”

Kidd laughed breathlessly. His heart. What the hell. “...You wanna get your hands on that too?”

Law did.

He wanted to grip it, feel it flutter, make it burst …

… What if I could? he thought. He slowed, thinking, and spread a hand over Kidd’s breastbone. Not just to incapacitate through dismemberment, but to cut a piece from the whole, one vital piece…

Kidd watched the pensive eyes flicker and gave him a swift jab of encouragement with his heel.

“You'll just have to get hold of it the old fashioned way. Hahahaaa…”

“Hah.” Law shook himself from his distracted state. He picked up a pace that was slower than before, though not less jarring. “Like… I should court you or like I should cut you open?”

“Whichever ...ah ... But you should fuckin get me off first.” Kidd guided the tattooed hand down from his chest to his dripping cock, and Law obliged, finally.

They fucked with foreheads pressed together and grips slipping on sweat slick skin. Kidd thought of Law digging his hands right into his chest and came in jerking starts like it was being beaten out of him, legs clamped tight around him. Skin thrumming with the echoes of hands and heartbeat.

---

Kidd flipped through the last few drawings with some undefinable flutter in his gut.

“That's some shit you won't see in any other textbook.”

“Mhm.” Law allowed himself to press against Kidd just slightly as they lay sprawled out, sweat drying in the cool air. He was in a fuckin good mood, kinda dazed.

“I do look damn good without skin, I'll say that much.”

“Heh. And with. You can see the suprasternal notch really clearly even under the skin, it's nice. I fuckin love all of that. That area.”

Kidd choked a little but Law didn't seem to realize what he'd said. And that's not even what he meant anyway, Kidd told himself.

But the whole thing kinda was the same as a confession, at least as far as Law went. The drawings, as vaguely threatening as they were, betrayed an intimate preoccupation with Kidd's finer points. Maybe even admiration. Definitely possessiveness. Need.

“I wanna do you too.”

Law grinned, “Already?”

“Not that, idiot. Draw you.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

“Well, draft. I can draft things -- just basic. For engineering stuff on the ship, mostly.”

“Oh, nice!” Law bounced up to get fresh paper from the floor by the chair. “How does one usually draft stuff? Don’t you need a triangle thing? Compasses, etcetera?”

“Maybe. I’ll just make an outline for now.”

Law seemed right into this whole idea. “Draw me like one of your machines, Eustass-ya.” He draped himself dramatically across the bed and Kidd shoved him with a grin.

“How do you want me, though.”

Kidd appreciated that question for a moment.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “I don’t know how to draw from life -- like perspective or anything. So it’s gonna be pretty diagrammatic. I just need a few details and some numbers.”

“Like specifications? How to build a Trafalgar?”

“Yeah, so I can make another if this one breaks.”

That made him laugh.

“Okay lie out flat and lemme measure you.”

“With what measuring tools?”

“I'll just eyeball it,” Kidd insisted.

This turned out to mean that he was going to get his hands all over him, which Law supposed was fair. He tensed and shied but stayed mostly still, letting Kidd explore his dimensions and proportions. Pages filled up with ratios and vectors of movement. Things got off track again around when Kidd was testing the rotation arc of his arms and quickly became vicious rutting. Light, skimming hands could become crushing ones so quickly.

Anyway, turned out that Law could get off while his arms were being hyperextended behind his back. Pretty effectively, in fact.

After, when they were laid out next to each other once again, and Law’s breaths were finally lengthening into sleep, Kidd dared to try another light touch. Without their thin pretense of functionality this time -- just want. He smoothed a hand over all the tattoos he'd taken such careful note of earlier. A large heart on his chest with a grinning skull similar to his Jolly Roger. Hearts on his shoulders. Kidd’s fingerprints blooming dark purple on his upper arms.

Sixty-eight kilograms of pressure and Law hadn't made a sound, but a feather touch over the marks and a quiet ah pushed past his lips.

“Whose emblem is that tattoo?”

Law mumbled with his eyes closed, “Someone who died. Long time ago.”

“Someone…” Kidd repeated to himself, but didn't probe. “You going to get any more?”

“Nah.” His breath stuttered slightly when Kidd trailed knuckles down his jaw. “I just like… your marks…”

He fell asleep with Kidd's lips against the shell of his ear.

---

A roll of broadsheet tied with string arrived by carrier gull when Law was back on his sub some days later. He stole away to his cluttered quarters and spread the roll out on the bed.

Inside the broadsheet was a large-format technical drawing.

There were three flat outlines of Law: front, back, side. All heavily marked out in blunt pencil, all surrounded by arcs and lines, dotted and solid, indicating measurements and angles of motion. The insides of the outlines were empty except for perfectly to scale renderings of his tattoos.

#kidlaw #trafalgar law #eustass kid #fanart #thank you so much dude i really mean it!#its exactly how I imagined laws drawing style to be ♡

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Hey cowbabies this is for the @rdr-secret-cupid @charlessmithhasmyheart this is for you :)

I really hope you like this one. this is my first time writing for rdr and writing something in another language :O (i will double check my spelling but i apologize in advance if there’s some nonsense down below)

RELATIONSHIP: Lenny Summers X f!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,549

WARNINGS: A LIGHT MENTION OF BLOOD/WOUND.

fluff with a soft touch of angst (honestly guys i don’t know)

All this running from the law, pinkertons and now this Angelo Bronte guy did you no good. You were tired, Miss Grimshaw had you working non-stop for days since the gang moved, you needed some peace. The swamp air is thick and you're covered in sweat, but still, all you could think about was him. You knew that talking to him would wash all of your worries away. So you sit on a log sewing a pair of old jeans, roaming your eyes around in hope to find him. There he was, sitting in the main room at the old manor house planning a coach robbery with Arthur, Lenny Summers. You were good friends since you joined the gang, he could always tell when you were not feeling ok and he would do anything to cheer you up. One night you woke up having a panic attack, shaking and crying, trying to scream but nothing came out. Lenny was on guard duty but he left it immediately when he saw your situation. Poor boy, he knew nothing about anxiety crises but he did his best to calm you down, and it was that night you finally realised, you are in love with him. Since that night, you’ve been trying to approach him in a flirty and romantic way, but you saw it, you were no dummy. The way he talked with her, you saw every subtle move he made towards Jenny Kirk, and the worse of all, you remember how devastated he got after the blackwater incident.

You didn't hate her, you couldn't. She was so young and you were sure that Lenny would be more than happy to have her by his side right now, but oh well, you can help wishing you were the one he dreamt of.

Suddenly you feel a soft touch on your left shoulder

“They will be fine. I'm sure they have a good plan, and Arthur is our best gunslinger, he will bring your boy back” It was Hosea.

Oh no you were so lost in thought that you didn't notice you've been staring at him for way too long. Did he noticed?

“M-my boy? whatchu' mean Mr. Matthews?” Was it that obvious?

“C'mon now dear, I've seen the way you look at each other. Just like me and Bessie used to do” He says “And you are not very good at hiding it”

“I'm sorry but I don't know whatchu' talking about Mr. Matthews" You can feel your face burn with shame.

“Lenny got his heart broken after what happened, he would never be interested in another relationship" You think to yourself

“Sure you don't”. He says with a soft smile on his lips.

“But I'd tell you, if my Bessie was alive, I wouldn't waste any time” He says while walking into the manor to check that stagecoach robbery plan.

You try to focus again on sewing the jeans in your hands but you just can’t stop thinking about what Hosea just said to you. After all, having a relationship and taking the risk of ending with a broken heart was something you could not afford, not right now. By now, you’ve finished all your chores of the day and decided to watch the beautiful dusk from the balcony, from up there you could see Lenny and Arthur getting ready to leave camp. You have a weird feeling in your gut, like when something bad is about to happen, “What could go wrong? Lenny and Arthur can handle a simple stagecoach robbery” you thought as you walk back to your tent “and besides, they have planned it thoroughly” As you’re getting ready to sleep that weird gut feeling strikes again but you just brush it off, slowly closing your eyes.

Suddenly you wake up to the familiar sound of horse hooves hitting the soft mud, but something is wrong, that gut feeling is back and it’s stronger. You head off your tent expecting the worst but you see them, Arthur and Lenny, getting off from their horses with some cash and valuables in hand. “Well, everything is fine” You thought as your eyes roamed over Lenny’s body and then you finally found out why you had the weird feeling in your gut. Lenny was shot, you froze in place when you saw the big blood stain on his right arm. You ran to him.

“Lenny oh my! What happened to your arm” You said loudly, but not loud enough to wake the camp

"The boy’s gonna be ok Miss Y/N” Arthur said heading inside the manor, leaving both of you alone.

"Yeah, that’s nothing to worry about. I was grazed by a bullet, I’m not feeling any pain” Lenny said gently, while making his way to his tent.

"Please let me take a look. You said grabbing his hand lightly and guiding him to your tent”

"It’s ok Y/N, I’m telling you”. He protests but still, he follows you.

“I don’t want to bother you this late at night”, he says while standing at the opening of your tent.

"Nonsense” You said motioning for him to sit on your cot. He slowly makes his way to your thin cot and starts to roll up the blood soaked white sleeves from his shirt.

"Oh no, this is bad”. You say grabbing the little first-aid kit you kept next to your clothes. “But luckily you won’t be needing stitches”. With iodine and a clean gauze in hands, you lean forward and start cleaning his arm.

"Hey that hurts!" Lenny said as he flinched

"If you keep moving it’s gonna take longer to finish it”. You said holding his arm down

“It’s easy to talk when you’re not the one with medicine on your wound” He says jokingly

“I would never hurt you Lenny” You said while cutting a piece of the gauze to make the final bandage. “I love you actually”. You freeze, you can’t believe you just said that, but you did. And worse comes next.

Lenny had a confused look in his face, his mouth was open but he didn’t say a word. You look away and start to have a panic attack “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OH LORD WHAT DO I DO NOW?” You thought while wrapping the gauze around his arm as fast as you could, without looking at his face.

“Well, we’re done!” You said basically screaming “You can go to your tent now Lenny, if you need anything I’ll be here” Your legs were shaking but you managed to stand up and walk to the front of your tent.

“Y/N…” Lenny touched your shoulder “You serious?” He asked

“I’m so sorry Lenny I don’t know why I said that. I shouldn't, you’re still in love with Jenny and I’m sorry about what happened to her. But please don’t be mad at me it’s ok you can leave and we’ll never talk about this again” You talked so fast that it felt like the words were pouring off your mouth.

“Y/N calm down… look at me please” He spoke to you so softly, it was almost a whisper. You lift your head up, eyes feeling heavy with tears and cheeks burning like fire.

“It’s true, I loved Jenny and to be honest… I still do, even after what happened in Blackwater.” Your heart sinks as he speaks, the feeling of guilt running freely through your body.

“But she’s gone now”. The sadness in his eyes is slowly fading away. “Y/N, I like you too” Your body is finally relaxing, his reaction wasn’t so bad, was it? He didn’t say i love you back to you, but at least he wasn’t angry.

“And…. umm…” Lenny was the nervous one now “I like you enough to have you as my partner”

“REALLY?” Your heart jumps with joy only to be interrupted as he continues to speak

“But not right now, we have the law and pinkertons on our neck, I just can’t afford to lose another loved one”.

Now what? Your body is burning from embarrassment, eyes feeling heavy with tears again while you open your mouth to say something but your brain is not cooperating, your mind is blank. Lenny cups your face with his calloused fingers and lays his rough lips against yours, kissing you. You were surprised at first, but you kissed him back.

“It’s ok Y/N, you don’t have to say a word. I know you’re feeling confused right now but we will soon be out of this mess” He says as he caresses your face

“Yeah, I heard Hosea talking about a bank robbery, it seems like a good score.” You said while sitting back on your cot

“It better be” Lenny says as he sits by your side and pulls you for a hug “With that amount of money on our hands, we can leave this whole mess” He pulls you again for a passionate kiss, this time you open your mouth and let his tongue in.

“I think we’re going to Tahiti,” You say while letting out a soft chuckle and he slides his fingers through your hair.

“Honestly, I’d be happy anywhere.” Lenny says “As long I have no worries and you by my side”.

#rdr secret cupid 2021 #lenny summers #red dead redemption #rdr2

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