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ddejavvu · 1 year

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okay I have a vision so (younger obv) reader is new to the bau and they all get called in for case but she was out with her friends clubbing and she is wearing one of those playboy bunny costumes because it was like a costume night or something like that (sorry can't thinking of something else😭) anyway she can't change her outfit because her apartments on the other side of town so she just shows up in her costume and when hotch sees her he like freezes because "omg shes so hot but I can't shes to young for me" and the whole case he's really distracted because he can't get that image of her out of his head and everytime they talk he gets really flustered but tries to hide it...

and I haven't actually thought of an ending but I just love flustered hotch 🤭🤭

You're not quite sure Penelope's 'AVENGERS ASSEMBLE !!! COME AS YOU ARE' text had quite meant this.

Storming through a government building in a bunny suit feels like treason. Somehow. You make it to the BAU's floor, and you're thankful no one else is in on a Friday night. It's just the round table room that's full, and every step you take towards it feels like a step towards death itself.

You try not to walk in like a cartoon character, leading with your whole body instead of slipping a heeled foot through the door first, then letting it trace up your thigh. Your shoulders are hunched and your hands are gripping your eared-headband so tightly that you think the plastic will snap.

Aaron's eyes land on you, and he thinks he's going to explode. Really, he's never popped a boner this fast in his life. The shuffle of his chair sliding further towards the desk to hide his lap isn't noticed, though, everyone is staring at you.

"I will change on the jet," You don't let anyone get a word in, stalking towards your seat, "I didn't have time to change."

"Woah," Derek eyes your bodysuit amusedly, and you're pleased to discover that even if he's teasing you, his gaze isn't predatory, "Not that I'm complaining, Y/N, but why do you look like this?"

Aaron's fist clenches around the screen remote so tight that he hears the plastic creaking.

"I was drinking with my friends," You sink into your seat, bare thighs against the leather as your bodysuit blends in, "And it was theme night at our favorite bar. Something about Res-Erection," You recite with burning cheeks, "People get really creative for Easter."

"Nothing like celebrating Jesus by gluing a tail to your ass," Emily snorts, then her face falls slightly, "That is.. glued, right?"

"Yes!" You shriek, burying your face in your hands, "Oh my god, everyone stop talking! I told you I'd change on the jet!"

"Let's get started," Aaron commands, and you send him a sheepish, thankful glance. He's not sure why he did it, whether it was to save you from teasing or save himself from his jealousy, but either way, you're both glad for the subject change.

Unfortunately, Aaron is distracted. For the first and only time in his life, he's unable to worry about the serial killer you're chasing, and more concerned on scrubbing his brain of the image of your bunny costume. He likes it, he loves it, but he shouldn't be thinking about it, so he's trying to run a deep clean on his brain.

The seat beside him hisses with air as you plop down in it, now fully clothed in jeans and a blouse. Everyone is theorizing as they read through M.E reports, and you use the distraction to lean in.

"Thank you, Hotch." You hum beside his ear, and tingles shoot up his spine, "I appreciated you changing the subject back there. Oh- and, uh, I'm sorry for being so unprofessional. It won't happen again."

"It's alright," Aaron's tongue feels numb as he avoids meeting your eye, now much more interested in the police reports in front of him, "Things happen, it's not your fault. And it was, uh, revealing, yes," He blushes, praying you don't notice, "But nothing I'm going to have you arrested for."

"I think I'll lend it to Morgan," You muse, still murmuring so close to his ear that he's having trouble breathing, "He'd look good with the ears."

He plays along, ignoring the lingering thought in the back of his mind that he would wear the ears if you asked him to, "No, I think Reid would be a better fit. He twitches his nose a lot already."

"You're right," You gasp, knocking your elbow into his, "Thanks, Hotch."

"What are you two gossiping about?" Rossi raises an eyebrow, and Aaron keeps his eyes diligently on his paperwork.

"We're planning Reid's next Halloween costume," You inform them, "Spence, you like magic, right?"

"I do," He nods carefully, "Why?"

"Rabbit in a hat," Hotch murmurs, still scanning the pages as he nods thoughtfully, "Good thinking, Y/L/N. And we can saw Morgan in half."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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deathisararemercy · 1 year

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Hey so i was wondering if you could do a p2 to the kung fu panda au? Maybe with the second movie as the main recolved arc? If not thats fine i just really liked it lol ^^

Puss in Boots x Kung Fu Panda AU Part 2

Death x Reader

A/N: Howdy anon! I had to brush up on KFP2 for this one, but I'm glad to continue this little AU! Though I did explore Death's relationship with the reader in the original post, I mainly did that with anticipating a part two. So for the sake of having a nice narrative, at the start of this little post, the reader and Death are just acquaintances. Thank you for sending in this request!

You are living your best life as the Dragon Warrior. You're defending the valley, have five awesome new best friends, have one very cool kung fu master as your teacher (who was going to teach you all about inner peace!), and also your parent is still running the best noodle shop in the valley.

Also there's that one wolf guy: Death.

Sometimes he shows up when you're defending the valley, sometimes he doesn't. But whenever you see him, you're both glad to see each other. At least, you think he's glad to see you. Kind of hard to tell since you usually see him wearing his hood.

When you and the Five are sent to stop a gang of bandits, you're reminded that not all wolves are nice.

And you have a flashback of another panda, just like you.

Death appears (again). Normally, you'd be startled by his presence, but you're still reeling from the memory. He's Death, but he can't read minds, so you brush him off and gather the gang to head back home.

Sidenote: Yes, Death was there when your biological parent died. Yes, he could (and would) tell you more about them if you asked. But he hasn't put together the dots that you're remembering your past.

You ask your parent about your past, and now you're a bit shaken, having learned you're adopted and still having questions your parent can't give you answers to, but WHOOPSIES time for a quest.

(*Shrek the Musical Fiona voice*: Skip ahead, skip ahead, skip ahead-)

When you're out sitting on the boat to Gongmen City, you hear familiar whistling. It's Death. Initially, you freak out because now you're wondering if someone is going to die. But he clarifies that no one is dying. Yet. He confesses that he's been breaking a few rules recently, but he wants to check on you because you seem...troubled.

You talk about your nightmare.

For a minute, you're worried you've wasted his time. He's frowning and looking ahead on the river, thoughtful. "Sorry, that was a lot. I should let you get back to work doing your whole Death thing. I just...I don't really know where I belong. And it's not a great feeling. What did I do...for my parents to leave me?"

And the wolf stands up and shakes his head, quietly swearing under his breath. The things he does for love. "Mind if I tell you something?" You nod, curious. "I was there. When your parent left you in that crate." "Oh. Wait...does that mean..." "That doesn't matter right now." "Of course it matters! They could be-"' He grabs your shoulder. "Listen. They loved you very much. Both of your parents. They did what they needed to out of their love for you." "But why? And what happened to them?"

He is conveniently interrupted by the sight of Gongmen City and the Five waking up from sleep. He vanishes into the night.

You and the Five sneak into the city and see all the wolves. You're getting really sick of these guys. You try to get Rhino and Croc out, they can't leave because of the weapon, you run into the wolf boss again and you're all caught.

(Why can't these guys be more like Death? you think to yourself as you're climbing the many....many stairs in Shen's palace.)

And speak of the devil, you spot him in the shadows when you meet Shen for the first time. He looks more that displeased, paws firmly gripping his sickle handles. But he can't interfere in anything can he? Not after doing so much for you recently. You can't help but wonder if you're going to die right then and there in front of the canon. But Mantis saves you all and there goes the canon. Boom!

You try to get to Shen but you have another flashback. Shen escapes, and Death interferes again to get you and the Five out of the tower. You guys were having too many near death experiences for his taste. You all regroup together.

Once again, you are having an identity crisis, and Tigris tells you to stay behind, telling Death to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything that'll get you killed.

Luckily for you, that's not in his job description.

"I don't take orders from anyone. Especially mortals." he sighs. The wolf nudges you with a wink. "Alright then, Dragon Warrior. Go. I won't tell."

Honestly, I think if I were going to give Death an arc this 'x reader' ver of KFP2, it would be the conflict between his duty to let the everything pan out and not interfere before he needs to take souls to the spirit world, and his own desire to engage in mortal life (ie. protect you) and talk to them and learn more about them (ie. you). He's already interfered so many times, and he can tell the cosmic balance was getting a little bit out of sorts. But...

Death decides to stay back during the fight, lurking in the shadows and doing his job properly. But he is shocked when Shen tells you that your parents didn't love you. And he loses it when you nearly die again to Shen.

He carries you out of the river and looks around desperately for help. He's Death. Death can't be afraid of anything or of anyone. Death shouldn't feel fear. But right now...he's terrified. He knows everyone dies at some point. It was inevitable. But was uncertain was whether or not him being there could actually lead to your death. If you died, would it have been because he interfered and got too close?

He follows the river away from Shen and the Five, and he makes it to the Soothsayer. The Soothsayer is vaguely aware that Death is someone from beyond the mortal world, but he rests you at her feet and tells her to help you.

When you recover, it takes both of them talking to you in order for you to recover your memories and achieve inner peace. When the Soothsayer tells you that your present actions define who you are, something resonates with Death.

He joins you, the Five, and the Masters in the final fight in Gongmen. Cosmic law be damned, Death says no to weapons of mass destruction. He's going to let his actions define him and how he approaches his relationships.

Yeah, no. Seeing you make the water droplet technique your own made him fall even harder for you.

And once again, I have a link to swanpit's art because 1. This art is hilarious and beautiful and 2. I think seeing Shen and Death interact like this would be lovely and fits this fic.

But yes. Our Dragon Warrior achieves inner peace and Death is becoming more and more of his own person aside from literally being Death.

Also: on the trip back to the valley, Death tags along. And he may or may not try to indirectly ask you out to dinner. You say "Sure! Let's head to my parent's place!" and his tail is thumping on the boat's deck, causing it to tip a little. Needless to say, he's excited.

Changing timeline things from the first post so that they now occur after KFP2:

At this point, he starts showing up more frequently, during and outside of battles, and he seems more relaxed around you. And you come to learn that his presence doesn't always mean someone's going to die. He just wants to visit. (And after so long observing how people live and die, he has a chance to try living for himself.)

He starts dragging you away from training to get a meal together in town or to go on a nice walk in the mountains.

When Shifu complains, Death shrugs. "Alright then." He draws his weapons, snapping the sickles together and forming his staff. "Let's continue the Dragon Warrior's training then."

Plenty of sparring practice and playful banter between the two of you. It's so much fun for the both of you, and you start tag-teaming during battles. He joins you and the Five in your fights, always sure to use just a fraction of his strength as to not kill everyone in his path. But he reaps souls if need be.

And after all of this, in a shocking turn of events, you are the one to confess your love to Death.

And after all of this, he can confidently reciprocate that love.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #puss in boots muerte #death x reader #muerte x reader #kung fu panda #puss in boots au #x reader #.writing #request #anonymous

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echothefandomeater · 1 year

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Your writing is awesome! You should definitely do an angst Echo fic, if you have the time

Impossible Outcomes

Paring: Echo x GN!Reader Genre/Warning: General grief over losing someone, mentions of death, ugly sobbing Words: 518 Summary: Losing Echo to the explosion hurt you more than you could imagine but what would you do if you got to see him again? A/N: I'm sorry it has taken me a bit to get to this request but I have finally done it, sorry if this wasn't exactly what you were looking for since I had a vague idea of what to do angst wise but because my heart couldn't take it I had to do some kind of resolution and apologies for how short it is.

Your smile mirrored his own soft one, this was you and his moment, no one else's.

“Till death do us apart.”

It seemed like a cruel joke now. Everytime you thought of those words he had said to you in this very bedroom it broke your heart.

You would never see him again, never hear him talk about his day or how Fives and him were messing with Rex again, he wouldn’t come to your work just to see you after a mission and he wouldn’t show up with the perfect caf.

You would never get to tell him how much you loved him again, never get to cover his face in kisses as he laughed, gripping onto him refusing to let him leave the bed in the morning and never get to help him relax after a particularly hard day or mission.

What hurt the most was there was no funeral. No opportunity for you to say goodbye properly, not like the way your father got to say goodbye to your mother, because to the republic he was just another number.

Another designation.

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You felt like you were going to be sick.

Rex had called you and asked you to meet him in a discreet place in Coruscant. You had expected him to ask for a favour but not this.

There in the low light stood what looked like the husk of your lover. His hair was gone, he was slightly paler, had a scomplink for a hand and prosthetic legs but his face recognisable to you nonetheless. You shook your head and teared up.

“This isn’t funny Rex..” Rex approached you slowly and his face softened as he spoke, he spoke like you were a child who was ready to run and hide.

“I would never joke about this and you know it…”

You did know. You knew alongside you and Fives, that Rex took Echo’s death just as hard. All three of you became each other's support so it hurt even more when you both lost Fives and only had each other.

He stopped out of the way to let you see your lover again. The sight that greeted you broke your heart further than you thought was possible. He had tears of his own running down his face. You quickly rushed at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly as if he would disappear if you let go of him.

You both cried together “I thought you were dead” you sobbed and met his eyes. You knew it was him by the way he looked at you, like you were the light of his life and your own eyes reflected his with the same love. “I know but I’m here now.. I promise”

You buried your head in his shoulder and just continued to cry with him. He rubbed your back with his real hand to try and comfort him but by the way he shook, you knew he wasn’t going to stop crying at any point. Not that you cared.

You were just glad to have him back in your arms.

#echo tbb #echo tcw #rex tcw #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #echo x gn reader #star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #echo writes #clone trooper echo #captain rex

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crehador · 6 months

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quickfire thoughts on fall 2023 now that everything i'm watching has had at least three eps out

EXCELLENT

sousou no frieren: still very easily anime of the season, beautiful in visuals and in story. a quiet, subtle look at loss and grief, and life continuing beyond that. the structure is working perfectly imo, it never feels like there are too many or not enough flashbacks, i feel connected at all times to both the present day party and the himmel-era party

migi to dali: still doing an exceptional job of balancing creepy and funny, i said before that the only thing i can think of with a remotely similar vibe is the movie hot fuzz and while i think there's a different flavor of comedy here, i still stand by that (and that's a compliment bc hot fuzz is an excellent movie)

kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri: although i wouldn't say this is mind-blowingly outstanding in any single way, it's very well-done in just about every conceivable way and comes together as an extremely solid series

BORDERLINE EXCELLENT

overtake: after four episodes i'm so tempted to put it with the 'excellent' shows but have to admit it's just not objectively on that level, it is subjectively one of my current favorites of the season though. silly at times, fairly simple story, but really effectively done so far

ADORABLE

s rank musume: feel like this one is largely going to slip through the cracks because it looks like your typical fantasy-action/adventure series, but doesn't stand out in that genre. the cute/soothing family moments are what stand out to me, but understandably that's not what most viewers of the genre are looking for. remains to be seen if a more action-y plot will build up, have doubts about how effective that will be

yuzuki-san chi no yon kyoudai: VERY CUTE with some very real moments and struggles, the cr subs debacle in the first ep however did it no favors

atarashii joushi wa dotennen: VERY CUTE i almost wish they'd cast literally anyone except umechan for shirosaki bc with him the similarities to cool doji danshi are just too much lmao however umechan is in fact perfect for this character so why not let him play it twice i guess

hoshikuzu telepath: moe yuri that isn't afraid to say rocket science is for autistic lesbians, what could be better?

wataoshi: YURI OF THE SEASON SORRY HOSHIKUZU TELEPATH HERE'S SOMETHING THAT COULD BE BETTER i actually would put these two on a similar tier but wataoshi gets the edge for me because rae is so unapologetically, exuberantly gay and that is just so nice to see

SEQUELS

houkago shounen hanako-kun: tragically only four half-length episodes but it's nice to see these kids again, ogata megumi's hanako voice just hits in a way the jjk yuuta voice doesn't, for me, so very glad to hear it again

arknights s2: i'm liking the art even more than i did in s1? not sure if it's actually changed/improved, and imo s1 was already good, but anyway just really enjoying seeing all the faves moving and speaking!

spy x family s2: still cute of course what more can i say

b-project s3: MAN I'M TORN i don't dislike this season (we are getting so many kitakore shots) but i am so stressed out for tsubasa and i just want to see her catch a break! i'm sure the season will end in an uplifting way, but all the stress she's under right now makes me want to punch things

dead mount death play s2: it was good and is somehow still getting better, s2e3 which just came out is one of the best yet imo

GOOD FOR THE ACTION BUT NOT TERRIBLY MUCH ELSE

undead unluck: i kind of... don't like anyone here lmao but the over-the-top, high-octane action is not badly animated, it's just not gripping me on any level beyond that. it does however have the op of the season

ragna crimson: again it's failing to get me really invested in the story/characters but the action is not bad i guess, cast for this one is absurdly stacked so i'm not going anywhere

shangri-la frontier: this one's doing a GREAT job with its pacing and action imo, it's introducing the game mechanics in a way that doesn't feel too fast or too slow. only issue is there really... doesn't seem to be any stakes? like at all? which is not a problem for me personally, it just feels a bit like we're waiting for another shoe to drop

WATCHABLE BUT...

bullbuster: i'm kind of vibing with this after three episodes but i really can't imagine it finding an audience, it's not mech enough to really appeal to mech fans and it's not... typical office drama enough to appeal to typical office fans. it's a strange little combo that just happens to work for me, personally

NOT GOOD BUT I LOVE IT

kawagoe boys sing: this is a ridiculous series, i would say not as wild as number24 but kind of getting there. like number24 but more vanilla, less homoerotic. i loved number24 and I'M LOVING THIS TOO there are some genuinely interesting characters already and though i still currently want to punt kick that teacher into the sun i remain cautiously optimistic that he'll see some character development. at some point. maybe

NOT GOOD. JUST NOT GOOD. SORRY.

bokura no ameiro protocol: really feels like some late-2000s/early-2010s male wish fulfillment dramedy. lots of weird and unnecessary het nonsense going on. honestly would consider dropping if it were 24 episodes but since it's only 12 i guess i'll stick it out. for kimuryo. who is unfortunately playing such a rancid character

#crab watches #various things (too many things)#fall 2023 #rhyme anima remains unrateable i'm too biased to even try lmao #tl;dr it's a pretty good season honestly #there's only one complete whiff #everything else is good to great

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seizethegrey · 2 years

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DON'T FEAR THE RAVEN QUEEN

ON MOLLY, FEARNE, ORYM, AND WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER PULL THE PUNCH ON A KILL SHOT.

Something I think all DMs, players and fans of D&D should examine about PC death is the way it can transform a campaign.

Let's look at C2, and generalize that to what could change about C3 (and by extension, what can change about YOUR campaign at home).

There will NEVER be a moment at your table more memorable or pivotal than a PK. I would say it is more or less the only time I have invariably seen tables simply forget about their DM for the rest of the session.

For once, the DM is irrelevant. The players are grieving for a character they wanted to see develop, and the characters are grieving for a companion lost too soon.

And for those of us consuming a game as a piece of fiction in a format that is ostensibly not unlike any other show or stream? Suddenly, the difference is immeasurable.

We've all seen so many characters die, and sometimes we've seen our own personal little baby meow-meow moon-and-stars die in the stupidest way possible. But even if the death was a surprise for us, it wasn't a genuine surprise for the actors.

With a PC death, we're seeing something radically more raw. We look on in shock and horror as the genuine fear of rolling death saves transitions abruptly into the panic of a rez attempt and the crushing, all-consuming grief that grips the table when the rez fails and the last available component is consumed.

It's a fictional death that feels more real than any other medium would allow for. As someone whose entire life was consumed with grief starting from that first time I watched someone die gasping in March 2020, watching Molly die (much later than some of you did, but I had NO IDEA it was going to happen) was a moment so crushingly recognizable that it ripped me from the narrative and forced me back into my own skull. Caught completely off-guard, I scrambled to yank off my headphones as a panic attack slammed into me with concussive force, stuck in a place I'd tried to avoid for months.

When I managed to put myself back together enough to put the headphones back on, Matt is asking for last words. Then Taliesin storms from the table, leaving behind a party as shocked and bereft as the audience.

The path they forge from that moment forward defines the campaign. Many parties do everything to bring a character back to life, rewriting the DM's plans - but this party didn't want that. They didn't want to take away the significance of Molly's loss. Instead, the characters canonized their (deeply flawed) dead friend. It was that sainthood, that rose-colored view of a man who in life had been so varicolored, that made the incredible conclusion of the campaign possible. It made the party willing to spend so much time and so much conversation with a BBEG that wouldn't have been possible unless they hadn't been convinced that Molly was in there somewhere. It made Lucien's presence traumatic and upsetting for the party and the viewers alike without a single bit of violence being required (though of course there was violence, and that was horrifying).

Sitting alone at home, taking frequent pauses to calm my breathing, I took something away from the depictions of both Lucien and Kingsley that I am sure other survivors of disaster did as well. I felt for the first time that you can try to go back - but that you can't. And what's more, if you could go back, the dead would look at you in surprise. They would look at you with sadness in their eyes - not for themselves, but for you.

I'm dead, they would say. I'm not coming back. You fought a war for me - and the war won.

Don't cheapen it by asking God to undo it.

I'm glad you don't just remember me as a time of death, as yet another line on which you copied the ICD-10 code for acute hypoxic respiratory failure, whatever the fuck that is. I'm glad that to you, I was a person.

But people die.

You didn't kill me, doc. Being born did.

Now stop trying to get into this god damn grave with me? There isn't room for two.

The decision to let death win was a choice that fundamentally made C2 the incredible story that it became. As popular as C1 remains, I don't think it holds a candle to the sheer emotional punch packed by C2. All of that was because they let Molly die.

So what would character death mean for C3?

First, some technicalities: Fearne is the one with the second Revivify slot, so she'll be the first rez attempt. Her chance of dying right now is about 15%. Orym's is 24%. So I'll focus on Orym first.

If Orym dies, he will have died within minutes of realizing that he's going to be killed by the person - the single person - who killed his husband. The party will be unable to do anything but stand and watch as the person who murdered their friend in front of them walks away.

It's worse than that, though. Otahon isn't just the woman who killed their friend. She's the reason Orym left his happy, tranquil life in Zephrah, the very person who single-handedly uprooted him from a place he'd hoped he'd live and die in peace and sent him on this quest that ended his life. She's the beginning of his misery and the end of it. She's the reason.

The best among their number, the only decent, normal person, will have died because of this woman that defeated them, this woman who now has a direct line of communication to the most powerful member of the group. If she didn't just chase Laudna's mind when she heard her thoughts on the balcony, she might even walk away with Treshi. It all would have been for nothing.

This will have happened either because FCG's first Revivify on Fearne failed, or because Fearne's Revivify on Orym failed. The crushing immediacy of "my failure caused his death" will be a lie - but a lie that will consume them both.

FCG will blame himself no matter what, feeling his actual purpose is now invalidated. He's not just a bad person - he's a bad healer. (My therapist will be hearing a lot about this one).

Fearne will have failed to save the guy who's been at her side from the beginning, the first tank to ever soak up hits for her. This is the person who might have been happy again with Dorian (and/or Ash), the person that might have made Dorian (and/or Ash) happy, too. This was her moral center, and now he's broken and bleeding at her hooves because of her inadequacy - morally, ethically, magically, personally.

And what about if we lose Fearne?

If that happens we're looking at a complete refocus on the Nightmare King. If he hadn't asked for the weave lens or kept her parents in his thrall, she never would have left the Feywild. She might have lived her life in Morri's fane, mercifully unaware of her fate as a Ruidus-born. Also, the way she left it with her parents? Fucking kill me now, please, before I have to pressage the thought of listening to that Sending.

Everybody has to die somehow - and I don't imagine for a second that the party will do what home games do all the time. No one will want to pursue a True Resurrection spell. If that was the answer to this party's problems, then Orym would have just asked Keyleth to do that and he'd still be at home with Will. This isn't about them - this is about the fate the moon has in store for them.

Now more than ever, they will recognize that all of them might die on this quest. And yet, we know them well enough already to know that they aren't going to hesitate. They're going to do what brave, lawful good Orym and chaotic neutral Fearne had both set as their highest personal priority.

Exandria matters. They don't. They'll have lost the only man who would have told them otherwise with an authority they'd have listened to.

I hope they don't die - but if they do, I know their stories won't die with them. They will become the stars that the group navigates by, the pearly light of Catha that illuminates their passage through the dark.

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kitsumidori · 10 months

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I finally got motivation to make another fanfic.

I was playing Borderlands 3, but then I got to the Rampager and the bad scene that is never canon because Borderlands 3 story isn't canon anti it's all Claptraps nightmare.........

Anyway I made this to make myself feel better

BUT FIRST: this isn't the full fic and I'm planning on making it longer (either a long one shot or have multiple chapters, I'm still debating) also while in my rewrite, Maya stays on Pandora and Ava meets Maya a little earlier, here this takes place during the main story with some elements of my rewrite in it, mainly that the Calypso's were never siren's and are vault touched instead.

Lastly (spoilers) TROY FUCKING DIES EARLIER, R.I.P BOZO.

This all seems too easy……..or at least that's how Moze feels……..

She and her comrades had just defeated the Rampager and are now inside the vault to grab whatever in it. While Zane, Amara and Fl4k were admiring their loot, Moze can't help but feel uneasy.

Call it a gut feeling, but she feels like something really bad is about to happen. She wasn't surprised that Ava followed them to the vault. She kinda grew a soft spot for the kid, seeing a little of herself in Ava.

"It's going to be Darzaran Bay all over again" Moze thought to herself.

Her mind starts to wander. Would the Calypso's pop in and kill them both? Would they also bring their followers to fight? Fearing the worst, she heads out of the vault, just out of curiosity.

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Moze was eternally glad that she listened to her gut because as soon as she stepped out, not only did the Calypso's show up, not only did Tyreen drain the dead Rampager, but are attacking after Ava taunted them. It all culminated in Tyreen holding Ava hostage and Maya doing the same to Troy.

But before anyone could act, Troy grew an evil smirk and used his free hand on Maya, and started to drain her powers.

Time stopped for Moze, her hands started to sweat, her breathing was picking up and the memories were flooding her head. That rat faced bastard knows what he's doing and at that moment Moze has to act, FAST! Or it'll be like with Lilith all over again, or worst, Darzaran Bay…….

Without thinking, she pulled out her gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

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Maya felt intense pain all over her body, like if her life is being drained and is about to turn to dust. Everything slowed down as her entire life flashed before her eyes. She then reflects on her time in Pandora, her teammates, Axton, Gaige, Salvador, Zer0 and…..Krieg…….she promised him that she'll come back when she goes back to Athenas and that's now a promise that she'll never make.

Why did she even go back to Athenas? Why did she drop everything to be the protector of the same people that used her? Why did she rejoin The Order even though she hates them? Why didn't she just take Ava with her and go back to Pandora sooner?

All these questions kept running in her head, waiting for death…………

Until she heard a gunshot………

And a shriek………

"TROY!!!!!!!!"

Maya's eyes shot open, the pain was gone, everything was coming back to her, tattoos still intact and Troy's grip started to loosen. His body then slumped over and revealed a gunshot wound on his head and blood pouring out of both the wound and his mouth.

Troy Calypso, the self proclaimed God King, probably the only male siren……is dead….

Her vision starts to clear up as she notices Moze standing by the vault entrance, pistol out, breathing heavily and shaking violently.

With no breathing time, Tyreen let go of Ava and teleported to Moze, grabbing her by the neck.

"You think you're so clever, huh Super Fan, taking out my brother just to one up me!" Tyreen said in a bitter voice while trying to keep her smile. Moze then noticed that she's changing, her face and hands are showing this weird purple rash, her eyes are purple and glowing, but the most shocking surprise is that……her siren tattoo's….. they started to flake off?!?!?!

"What the fu-" before Moze could finish, Tyreen threw her to the wall, hard. Tyreen then approaches Moze, but before she could do anything, Maya phaselock her and threw Tyreen to the other side of the room.

At that moment, Amara, Zane and Fl4k were coming out of that vault to witness the reveal.

"What the?" Zane said in a shock.

Fl4k then spoke up "So wait, she's…"

Amara then cuts them off by answering"A false siren."

Tyreen looked at the, the jig is up and she doesn't have an excuse. She just walked over, grabbed Troy's body, now showing the same rash around his eyes and hand and shouted "THIS. ISN'T. OVER!!!!!!!!!" and with that, they both disappeared.

Without a beat, Amara went to help Moze up, while Zane and Fl4k helped Maya. Maya then winced at the pain and noticed a bruise and some make up on her wrist, likely from Troy trying to drain her as well as having a strong grip on her.

Maya then asked Amara "Wait, you said false siren, right?"

Amara simply nods and explains "A lot of women would try to make fake tattoos and claim to be siren's, there have been multiple cases but all got off with a warning since they only did it for attention."

Zane then asked "But, what about the eyes and her hands, is that something they have as well?"

"That might be more of a Tannis question." Amara answered.

Moze, after regaining her footing spoke up "We should definitely ask her, when that bitch grabbed me, I can feel her powers teetering on leeching me or not!"

Everyone can see that Moze still has a slight panic in her eyes, Amara puts her arm on her shoulder, trying to reassure her vault hunting teammate. This did cause Moze to blush but was able to calm down.

But then Maya's attention turns to Ava, who is sitting, holding her legs to her chest, and is still crying. This causes Maya to go into her mother hen mode.

"Hey….Ava….." Maya tries to talk to her, only for Ava to turn her head away in an attempt to ignore her. Maya took a deep breath and told her "Look I'm past the point of being mad, right now I'm relieved that you're safe. How about we just put this all behind now and head back to the ship, sounds good?"

Ava then looked up and the first thing she saw was Maya's warm smile. This caused the dam of tears to break, giving Maya a death grip of a bear hug and buried her face into her chest. Maya returned the hug and started to pet her head.

An idea then popped up and Maya asked her apprentice "Hey, once this whole C.O.V bullshits over, how about I take you to Pandora, we can raid bandit camps, steal their loot, I can even introduce you to my team. I've been telling them about you and they want to see you as soon as they can, would that be fun?"

Ava didn't speak, she just looked up and nodded yes.

Zane then spoke up and asked "So, should we get back to the ship?"

"Yeah, we should, Lilith is going to freak out with what happened." Maya answered. As everyone head's back, Zane notices Moze staring off into space. He then asked her "Think you're going to be ok lass?"

All Moze could answer was "I don't know old man…….I don't know………"

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If I ever do a finished version, I'll post it on AO3.

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #my fanfiction #moze the gunner #maya the siren #bl3 rewrite #my art #maya deserves better

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imeanyourmomsprettyhot · 1 year

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An Eternity Together || Aemond Targaryen

chapter V

masterlist

minors dni

overall includes: female!reader, obsession, mention of sexual intercourse of different types, death

It was the last day of her life. We spent it together. I sent her a letter, to meet me at the gardens, and waited for her on the spot she danced through the rain, weeks ago. I remember it very vividly. Watching her, pleased me how nothing could have ever done it.

She arrived. Her hair was open and flying around the breeze of the wind. Her dress that day was longer than usual. Yet, it was simple on her torso. How it lightly laid around her breasts, and flowyly got pulled down beneath her hips.

The way it swung around, synchronized with the rhythm of her walk. How elegant and graceful she approached me...The way her hips moved up and down, while she almost floated over the ground.

The corners of her lips moved upwards, the moment she noticed it was me sitting there, and she increased the speed of her walk.

I got up, meeting her halfway.

"I hope you had a nice day, my lady." I grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it.

She smiled at what I did, before she placed a short kiss on my lips.

"Where is your guard?" I worryingly looked around, trying to make sure no one saw us.

I wouldn't care for anyone else, but it was her. I could not let anyone think obscene about her, and maybe accuse her of not being pure. She would have lost her reputation pretty quickly.

"I dismissed him." she snapped me out of my concerned trance, "I asked him, why I would need a guard, when I'm with the prince?"

I was glad she did that. Cause I had a plan. I had something in mind for the both of us, and couldn't let anyone disturb us in the meantime.

I brought two cloaks, for her and for me. I gave one to her, and got a confused look back, as a reply.

"I want to bring you to a special place."

"Then why the cloaks?" she asked.

"A special place in the city."

Her eyebrows crashed together. She did not seem too amused by it. I bet she never was anywhere else than in the safety of a castle and her guards.

"I promise you," I took her hand, "Nothing's going to happen. I'm not going to let anyone get near you. Do you trust me?"

My words made her worries wash away.

"I trust you, Aemond."

She kissed me again. I knew she was mine. She finally was mine. She trusted me. She knew I would protect her. That was everything I ever wanted.

I guided her out of the Red Keep, and out in the streets of King's Landing. She was stunned by the city. All the people, no one was better than anyone else. She looked around the tall buildings, that housed a dozen of citizens.

Her eyes widened, as we made it to the market. So many stalls with different kinds of food and fabric. So many people walking around, not caring for one another. She probably never saw something like this before.

"Come." I took her hand, and pulled her away from the action.

We walked through a good amount of streets. Every now and then, she stopped, to make sure she saw everything she could.

I could only smile at her, everytime she lingered. It was adorable to see her eyes fill with curiosity and excitement, the further we left the castle behind.

We finally arrived at the spot I wanted to show her. It was a little pond, a bit secluded from the turmoil of King's Landing. It was surrounded by grass and a few trees. It almost looked unreal, so close to the city.

"Wow. Aemond..." she lost the grip of my hand, as she walked closer to the water, "This is beautiful."

She turned around, and threw one of her breathtaking beams at me.

"I hoped you'd like it, my lady." I softly spoke, as I approached her.

"Are you kidding me? I love it! I have never seen something this beautiful before!" she shouted, the smile hasn't left her face.

And she was right. It was more beautiful than most spots on this world. But not the most beautiful thing - at least not for me. The most beauty, one could look at, was her. She was perfect in every way someone could be perfect, and even in more. Looking at her, yeah just her presence, was enough for a man to feel safe, loved, and too stunned to do anything else in his life again. Her beauty caught my gaze, every second of every day. It was either my gaze, or my mind that looked at her. There was no room for anything and anyone else.

I walked up to the tree, and sat down. She followed soon after. I can still feel her back against my shoulder, as she leaned on my body, while enjoying the sun.

I softly pulled her head down to my lap, slowly stroking her hair. She looked at me with those big eyes, and I could see it. In that moment, I was able to fully see it. She loved me. She adored me. She wanted me, just as much as I loved and adored her all long.

There were many indicators that showed me that she felt the same. But I was never able to fully see it in her eyes. Maybe it was her lack of feelings for me, or just my own negligence, but it was the first time I saw it. Thoroughly pure love and passion, which radiated through her eyes, directly in mine.

I was soaking up her affection, the same way she bathed in the warmth of the sun. We remained like this for quite some time, before she jumped up to her feet.

"Get up, fast!" she excitedly shouted.

She pulled me towards her, and turned around.

"Help me open my dress."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Come on." she laughed, "No one's going to see."

I untied the laces on the back of her dress, before slowly brushing the fabric off her shoulders. My body magically pulled towards her's, and I pressed her tightly to me.

Her head fell back to my chest, and I could feel her body relax, the closer our bodies collected. I placed delicate kisses on the skin of her neck, prudently tracing them deeper down her back, along her spine.

I kneeled down, to go even further down, but before my lips could touch her skin again, she stepped forward, leaving her dress behind.

Her footfalls, so slow that I didn't notice she was sauntering towards the pond. Just as her feet touched the water, she turned around.

"Are you coming?" she asked with such an obviousness, I couldn't deny her anything.

I quickly removed my clothes, our bare bodies touching again, soon after. My skin craved her touch, like a poor man craves a warm meal.

We went in the water, her guiding me inside. I was fully hypnotized by her aura. As I woke up from my trance, we were already fully wet, and her arms were wrapped around my neck.

Her eyes burned into the skin of my face.

"I'm gonna miss you." she suddenly said.

I gave her a confused look. But I don't know why I was even confused. I knew exactly what she meant, but I just couldn't believe it. Not in any way!

"My father and I are gonna leave in a few days, so we perhaps won't see each other again."

Her expression changed. I could see sadness and regret in her eyes.

"Marry me." shot over my lips.

"What?"

"Marry me. And you can stay with me...for ever."

I cupped both of her cheeks, showing her how serious I am.

"Aemond-"

"Think about it! I love you, you love me. You wouldn't have to leave if you'd be betrothed to me."

She shut me up by pressing her lips onto mine. Her soft lips glazed over my skin, and it felt like centuries have passed.

#hotd #aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #fanfic #hotd imagine #fanfiction #smut #aemond targaryen x reader

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years

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Jealous and protective pt3.

This one's gonna be a lot longer then normal just becuase it has alot more charcaters but since Bi-han already has his own with this I'm leaving him out of this lot. (As much a it pains me) I'm keeping these all with the gender neutral them becuase I find it easier writing that in a whole unless someone partially ask for a set gender. So without further delay enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, curssing, gore (it's mortal kombat), nsfw hinted in some spots, Sex. Talk of sexual harassment.

Rain- Jealous and protective

-Rain despite what he believes, he is a very jealous man. Not to mention he is very over protective borderline possessive.

-He as killed people for the fact he does not like them nesr you and has made it clear on multiple occasions to others. But Rain can be quite sweet when alone.

- he may be egotistic but he also has a soft spot of his S/o.

-He loves showing his partner off but at the same time wants no one to know about them. It was very much a learning curve with his S/o very different cultures, life experiences and such.

-This man hasn't had the best experience with lovers, has been turned down on multiple occasions.

-So once he has you, your gonna have a hard time getting him to let go of you.

-this man gets it many fight becuase of you.

-does not like other Kombations being near you, and has made it very clear to everyone to stay away from what is his.

- for someone known for being a traitor he's loyal as fuck to you as long as you do not betray him.

- man radiates bratty bottom energy an the knows he does.

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" Hello my treasure" Rain whispers as he pulls his lover into his embrace. They smile lightly as he rest his head in the crock of their neck.

"Hello my Prince, where have you been off too?" They ask lightly running their hands up to his masked face and slowly remove it. He smiles lightly as his lover runs their hand over a bruise in the side of Rain's face.

"Babe did you get into another fight?" He lets out a huffed breath while trying to look away from his lover only to have them grab his face and force him to look back at them.

"Rain baby, look at me" they say softly as his eyes flick to then. They smile lightly at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. He hums in contentment arms snaking around his lover. His lover pulls away gentle running their hand up to pull away the rest of his head gear.

"So.. who pissed you off and how badly do They look now?" They ask lightly making him laugh gently. His S/o runs their hands thought his hair pulling at the soft strands

"I discarded his body, you will not find anything left of that wretched man." He huffs pulling them closer as he holds them.

"Now what did he do to piss you off so badly Rain?" They ask pulling him in for another kiss. He hums lightly once again enjoying having ha I lover in his arms and indulging in the moment.

" he called you my Whore, and he bragged about how he could make you scream, as you can guess. I did not take kindly to that" it's quite between them again as she sighs into their shoulder.

"I do not enjoy degenerates who do not know their places, they will learn to respect you or end up dead" he said moving away and grabbing his lovers hand. They walk thought the quite corridors together.

"Rain, thank you. I know you might not understand it from my side but thank you for telling me. I know I'm not the easiest to love and I know you are trying your best too. So knowing that you're willing defend me over something like that, it.. it means alot to me" They say to their lover. Rains eyes flick over to his treasure. Pride filling him.

"No one gets to touch you, you are mine. To love to make scream and to claim" he can see their face go bright red at his comment.

"Love you too my Prince"

Johnny Cage - jealous and protective

Younger Johnny is alot more jealous then older Johnny. But older Johnny is more protective.

Young Johnny- this man could rival Rain with his Ego. He gets jealous when people take your attention away from him.

-He is kinda an attention whore.

-he likes making sure people know you are his weather that be thought leaving marks on you, giving you gifts or always hanging off you.

-he's very hyper, he does calm down as he gets older but this man is very energetic and wants to fight any and everyone who flirts with you.

- man radiates the " I'm a kick your ass becuase I want to show off and so they can stare at my ass"

Older Johnny - older Johnny has alot more life experience, he doesn't get jealous as easy as he used to but he is very protective.

-Man's a Dilf he's knows what he wants and knows how to make people back off and leave you alone.

-will wrap a protective arm around you, place a kiss on your cheek and as you if this guy is annoying you.

-unlike his younger self he radiates "if you hurt my S/o I'm going to deck you into next Tuesday"

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Young Johnny

"Johnny!, Johnny are you ok?" The man looks up and smiles his face bloody. He pulls them into a hug kissing their forehead as he stands victorious.

"You know you don't have to fight every person who talks to me babe" they sighs wrapping their arms around his shoulders. Johnny laughs lightly as he picks his partner up and heads for their seats.

"Baby!, that guy slapped your ass what else what's I suppose to do, stand back smile and wave?" His lover gives him a worried smile. He leans down to kiss them into for them to push him away a little.

"Nuh uh your lip is busted you have a black eye, before anything, I am patching you up you gonk." They say to him as the pull out a handkerchief and begin to wipe the blood off his face.

"You know one to these days Johnny your gonna get into a fight that your not gonna win, and I'm gonna have to pick you broken and blooded body up and put you back together" they sigh givign him a quick peck on the lips. Johnny smiles brightly pulling them closer and deepening the kiss.

"Well as long as I have you to put me back together sweetheart then I'll happily enjoy every moment of it" he says which earns him a punch to the shoulder from his s/o

"Hey what was that for!" "Becuase your an idiot, but I guess your my idiot huh?" Johnny gives a lopsided smile to his lover pressing another kiss to thier lips.

"My hero huh?" He asks earning a snort from his lover before they cover their mouth.

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Older Johnny

Music plays in the background of the little area that had been converted into an office for Johnny. Both himself and his S/o are working away filling out reports and fixing up files for his daughter.

"Baby do you have those report for me?" Johnny ask turning around to face his S/o. A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees them bent over a desk digging thought some boxes. He gets up quietly making his way over to them.

" already on your desk hun, along with the incident report from yesterday" they call back to him. They only forward feeling a set of hands grip their hips.

"Hum.. well I see another incident report coming up soon" he chuckles pulling them closer as the stand back up.

"Oh well you, get to do the paperwork this time babe" they say giving him a kiss on the cheek as they continue working thought files.

Johnny pulls them away front he table gentle and spins them around to the music softly dancing and swaying hips.

"Johnny, holding out on the good moves are we?" They ask with a chuckle pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He picks them up and sits them against the table hands roaming lightly.

" Yo!, I didn't know older me was getting it on with that hottie!" A very familiar voice calls out front he door way making both johnny and I groan.

"Kid you have five second to get the fuck out or I'm decking you into next tuesday" he says turning around and giving his younger self a death glare of a life time. His younger self take the hint and disappears but can be heard in the distant going off about it.

"God i hate him, he so insuffable" Johnny grumbles earning him a laugh from his partner. "Is that jealous I hear baby, do you miss your golden days?" His lover says trying to get under his skin.

"Not a chance, besides I doubt he'd be able to keep up with you" he chuckles. "Well I do have to say younger you is very much a brat. Glad to see you aged like fine wine" they reply pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Keep that up baby and I'll be railing you into tomorrow, this old man still have some life in him" he jokes earning him a look from his lover.

"Bring it on then hot stuff"

Kabal- Jealous and protective.

- kabal gets jealous when people over step their boundaries when it comes to his lover.

- he doesn't take shit from any one who wants to try and flaunt their good looks. He knows he looks like shit but he'll be damned if someone takes the one good thing he still has.

- he loves showing his S/o off. And spoiling them, but some people (Kano) decided to make cracks about it and he loses his shit at them.

- he loves cuddling with his partner to make sure they are safe.

- he hates having to leave for missions becuase he worries about them.

-has and will beat the shit out people who don't back down from flirting with is S/o even after they have stated they are claimed.

-been in to many brawls with Kano over the mans foul mouth when around his partner.

-sweet beef jerky man. You look after him and help him with things and he's gonna be puddy in you hands.

- please give him love man's been thought alot.

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"Sweetheart! Have yo uy seen my moisturiser?, I'm starting to flake again and it ain't pretty" Kabal yells our from the bedroom. His s/o quietly makes their way to the door way.

"Big box on the top shelf has a collection of them in it, I got a whole lot for you when I was shopping so we don't have another accident" they say walking up behind him and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"What would I do without you" he says leaning back into them lightly. They laugh lightly pressing a kiss to his neck and pulling away.

"Trip crash and burn, no pun intended baby. But that's mostly how it would go" they chuckle. He shakes his head and heads to the shelve with the box of lotions, moisturizers and pretty much any available skin care thing in it.

"Would you mind doing my back while I get what I can reach?" He ask lightly even tho he knows they would never pass down the opportunity to touch him. He strips off his shirt leaving on only what was necessary of his gear.

His s/o hovers over his back gently pouring moisturiser onto his back and lathering it up. Kabal sighs feeling his lovers hands gentle run over his back pressing into sore spots and flakey areas.

"Hey babe, I have some of the guys coming around tonight, just let me know if any of the bastards step out of line ok?" He ask looking over his shoulder to them.

"Ok baby, I'll let you know if I need you to knock Kano out again" this makes Kabal laugh as his lover continues to take care of his back.

After finishing up on his shoulders and back Label roles over onto so that he can face his lover. "Gods I love you, you know that" he says pulling them down to lay on his chest.

"Baby let me finish doing you moisturiser then you can cuddle ok" they say beginning to repeat the process again.

"Kabal you Cunt!, where you at?" Kano yells put from the kitchen before malign his way to the bed room to find Kabal laying down with his S/o on top of him. Kano leans against the wall taking a mouthful of beer before staring them down again.

"Your beers shit, get something decent like fucking XXXX gold or Iorn Jack becuase ethos is like drinking piss" Kano huffs as he finishes the bottle.

"Good to see you too Kano, you only one here so far?" Kabal as he sits up. His S/o moves from his lap and gives Kano a small wave.

"Hi Kano" "hey love, and yea only me here so far other fucks are probably pissed out of their guys, might show don't know wirh them fellas" Kano replys before heading back to the kitchen.

Kabal throws on a shirt and he and his S/o make their way to he kitchen to find Kano making himself at home.

"So you gonna break anyone else arm tonight becuase boys and I have bets it being Wade who has a go at em" Kano says, he opens another beer and puts his feet up on the table.

"Kano, feet off table. And if he decided he's gonna try it he's gonna get broken. Y/n is already aware" he explains earning a smile from his S/o.

"My bets on James, man's been getting hands. Remember Kano if he has a go and I break his nose you'll owe me" Y/n says wirh a bright smile.

"Hahah Kabal you got yourself one of a kind"

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Hasashi Hanzo- Jealous and protective.

-when Hanzo gets jealous a part of scorpion shows it's head. He's death glare is a killer.

- he tends to distance himself more becuase he does not wish to hurt his S/o

-other times he with become clingy becuase he just want to be close, he wants to tryvand prove to Himself that he is aloud to be happy again.

-his jealous stems from a few things but mainly his own thought. Nightmares and dreams cause him the most pain with it.

-and after all who wants to try and hit on Scorpions S/o other then Johnny. (Man ahs no care for his life)

-very beefy and warm man, needs a good hug and to be told he's doing well. He just wants someone to tell him he's doing great.

- man's a grumble blanket, his glare tells people to fuck off as it is. And not only that it's very well known that you are the partner of the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

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Hanzo's brow twitches as sweat roles down his face as he sleeps. Eyes flickering under his lids as he fights in his sleep. His S/o peacefully asleep beside him as he fights his dreams.

The room begins to heat up more then normal. Blankets scatter as Hanzo shoots ups his eyes glazed.

"You will not touch them!" He yells. His s/o shoots up blanket throw off them as they look to their lover.

"Hanzo!, baby, hey it's just a dream your ok" they say moving to him. His head shoots to them. His glazed eyes focused on them.

" Scorpion?, scorpion I need you to let Hanzo come back to me ok?" Their voice is gentle as they place their hands on his chest.

"I can not, you will get hurt, we must protect you" he says voice filled with pain as he continues to scan the room.

"Babe, we are in the fire gardens, in your room. Come back to me honey. What are five things you see?" They ask, scorpion twitches under their touch.

"I see you, Satoshi's baby blanket, the walls, our blankets, Harumi's orchid" he says as he pulls them closer his lover rest against his chest and his eyes fade back into the sweet chocolate brown.

"Now handsome four things you can hear" they say kissing thier lover softly. " I can hear cicadas, your voice, the wind and my heartbeat" he whispers. His lover runs thier hands thought his hair untangling small knots and curls in his hair.

"Now three things you can feel baby" they whisper to him as he pulls his lover to lay on his chest as he falls back onto the bed.

"Your lips, your heartbeat, your skin" he says curling up around his lover. "Baby, talk to me are you ok?" They ask kissing Hanzo softly on the cheeks and then his lips.

"Forgive my sweet love, I did not mean to scare you." He replys, they move to lay on top of Hanzo straddling him. "Hanzo, baby you don't very have to apologise for something like that, understand. You have been thought so much and I am never going to hold that against you. They are both quite for a moment.

"My dream, you were taken from me, forced to love another. I became jealous that someone had taken you from me, I let scorpion take over. But no matter how close I came to you I could never reach you" Y/n can see the tears shimmer in his eyes.

"Its ok hun, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you. And I know you will fuck up anyone who tries to take me from you." They smile pressing their lips to his. Both humming in contentment.

"Let's go back to sleep baby, I'll keep away your demons" they whisper as he rest his head against their chest.

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Kuai Laing- Jealous and protective.

- Kuai out of the lot is a lot more closed off to jealous, he does experience it but stays quite about to msot times.

- he becomes very cuddly for the fact he doesn't wish to lose his lover.

- man can be scary when needed.

- he really is the definition of a polar bear. Cute cuddle but also ready to rip someone's face off if they hurt his family.

- kinda man who is really shy in person but is a monster in bed.

-him being jealous transfers to that he may not say it with words but his actions speak very loud.

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"Kuai, I've been looking for you" the cryomancer peaks up hearing his lovers voice. He turns to see them walking towards him. He's smiles lightly patting the spot beside him.

"Forgive me I've been meditating most of this morning" he says lightly. His lover moves to sit close to him, they place themself in his lap and wrap their arms around his shoulders.

"Now a little bird told me that you might be feeling down, am I correct?" Kuai smiles shaking his head.

"My live I have you now why would I be feeling down about the most precious thing I love" he says pulling them a little closer.

"Hmmm... well then I believe your shadow of a brother has been spreading rumours babe, sad you were a little jealous of him being back" at that Kuai sighs leaning his forehead against his lovers.

"I do not knwo why he spread rumours, I am quite happy to have him back, I do not particularly like the way he 'whores' himself out" the cryomancer replys earning him a small giggle.

"Has he tried to make a move on you?" It hurt him to ask, he didn't believe his beloved would go for his brother after choosing him for his personality and enjoying his company but he still wished to be sure.

"He's made a few.. comments but no hasn't tried to get in with me baby, besides I happen to enjoy my cryomancers shy, easy to rile up and a sweet kisser" they remark leaning down to pull him into a kiss. He returns it before pulling away.

"As much as. Would love for this to continue beloved, I do have work that had to be done." He sighs.

"I'll see you tonight them my handsome, strapping and gorgeous man" they say giving him one last kiss before disappearing.

"Bi-han we need to have a word"

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omniscientwreck · 3 years

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Hi🖤 Omni! If you're looking for a fic request I've got one.

Okay so Essek is Feeblminded by remaining Volstrucker at his tower. Verin came to visit later that day and has been taling care of Essek, as they both would be scared of the Umavi's wrath should someone find out.

Well Caleb comes to visit a few day's later and Certainly gets a surprise.

Fluff ensues.

I'm talking the Unicorn from Despicable Me level Fluffy😁😁😁

Hi Umbra! Sorry I'm incredibly late answering this, life is weird but I hope the length makes up for it! I know I said drabble but like this just turned into a whole fic so I hope you enjoy!

Verin had worried when Essek’s door hadn’t opened of its own accord, usually he knows when he’s arrived. Deciding something was certainly wrong he barges his way into his brother’s tower. He finds it silent which is normal but unnerving and the unnatural stillness as he calls for Essek has his hackles up.

His knuckles pale as he grips the hilt of his sword and searches methodically throughout the tower. Finding the main floor empty he heads up the stairs to the library. There’s a shuffle, a falling book, a whimper. He draws his sword, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The door is ajar and he can hear shuffling. He thrusts it open is momentarily relieved to see his brother. His hair is tousled and white is stained with flecks of red, his robes are torn and his mantle is askew.

He’s never seen him like this before and his heart lurches. Surprise and fear are plastered across his features, far more freely than Verin’s ever seen him feel. He doesn’t talk and he seems to not even recognize him. Checking the rest of the room, the sword is returned to its sheath and Verin crouches, reaching a hand to Essek.

“Brother, what happened?” Silence, a whimper. “Essek? What’s wrong? It’s Verin, your brother.” His brows unknot, and the tension in his jaw slackens. There’s a looseness to his demeanor and as he stands he waves his hand as if to float, but nothing happens. He tries again and again. The first try was decisive, after watching him for so long Verin knows what it looks like when he casts it. The second time it’s not quite right, the third time it gets looser still. By the time Verin has stopped counting and Verin has grabbed Essek’s hands to calm him it seemed like Essek didn’t know what he was attempting to do.

“Is this some kind of spell? What happened?” His brother looks up with the face of a stranger. His eyes are open and sad, his ears fall just a touch and Essek leans in to hug Verin. He’s never wanted to do that before.

Verin hugs him back. “Oh Essie, what are we going to do?”

Caleb approaches Essek’s tower and is struck by immediate concern when the door doesn’t open for him. Essek always lets him in when he arrives, and with everything that’s happened he immediately panics. Caleb tries to tell himself Essek must be busy and has missed him tripping the wards. So, he lifts the knocker and gives the door a few raps.

He’d asked Caleb to meet him here to assist in the transport of his most important items after their trip to Aeor. He needs to run, he knows it and Caleb knows that turning himself in to the Dynasty would mean certain death so he’s agreed to help. No amount of good will from the Bright Queen would let them bargain for his favour. Selfishly, Caleb won’t allow him to get caught, so he will harbor Essek for some time, helping him stay out of the eyes of the Dynasty.

Eventually he knocks again, beginning to hold a firebolt just in case. “Uh, just a minute,” calls a stranger’s voice from behind the wood. “I’ll be right there.”

The door opens just a crack, “Who is it?”

“I am Caleb Widogast of the Mighty Nein, who is this?” His hand is up and encircled in flame.

“Oh thank the Light, one moment.” Whoever he is, he’s clearly relieved. Caleb’s firebolt stays held.

As the door opens Caleb is greeted by a tall drow, muscular with long braided back hair. He looks familiar but Caleb cannot place him. His features are slowly fading into relief from what must have been a deep concern. “Hello Caleb Widogast, I am Verin Thelyss and I am so glad you’re here. Your the wizard yes?”

Nodding, bewildered as he’s being dragged into Essek’s home by his brother, Caleb can hardly remember to respond, “Uh ja, that’s me. Where is Essek?”

“Well so I came by a few days ago and he didn’t let me into the tower which was weird. There have been some rumors going around and when our mother said he was back I had to ask. I don’t know if you know but… well it’s bad.”

He’s leading him upstairs as he explains and the back of Caleb’s neck is on fire. Verin doesn’t know, but there are rumors that are most likely true. Is he too late?

“So, I’m hoping since you also practice the arcane you might know what’s happened here and how to solve it.”

He leads Caleb into the library and Essek is seated on a chair idly flipping through a book far too quickly. It doesn’t even look like he’s reading, Caleb knows what he looks like when he’s reading. The quiet concentration and the tension it brings his jaw is completely missing. When Essek looks up at him there’s recognition but no words and when he rises to make his way to Caleb, he walks.

He’s wide-eyed and has a sweet smile across his face, it’s difficult to look away but if he doesn’t the heat rising in his cheeks will show. “Essek, what is it mein Freunde?”

No words. Why can’t he talk and why isn’t he floating?

“Essek?” A gentle hand reaches up to rest on his cheek and the heat takes over at the abrupt contact. Especially with Verin standing over his shoulder observing them. “Verin how long has he been like this?”

“About 2 days. I didn’t really know what had happened and if the Umavi found out well… I’m unsure what she would do.” Verin is a little more easier to map out than Essek had been initially and he’s been told enough stories about Dierta to understand the undercurrent of Verin’s words.

“Ja, I understand.” Verin starts at that and Caleb just continues past it, “I believe he has been affected by the spell Feeblemind. I - ah - have experience with this kind of thing. We have friends that can cure him but I will have to contact them, which I will not be able to do until tomorrow.”

Essek’s hand has wound its way into Caleb’s and he tries and fails miserably to contain the blush that he knows is spreading to his ears. Memories of little touches in Aeor flood back and Caleb pushes away thoughts of conversations he’d promised they’d have later, after Essek was safe. To call to attention this thing between them and get it out in the open before it drives him mad. Even if Essek’s feelings do not align with his it will be better to have it in the open.

“So this isn’t hurting him?”

Caleb turns to Essek, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He remembers a blur of time, when his mind had failed him. He remembers terror, looking down at his hands and not knowing whose they were. He didn’t have an anchor, nothing but his own thoughts, with someone there it might be different. Essek can’t understand him but the tone of voice seems to elicit some positive emotions and Essek squeezes his hand, a contented smile across his face, “He seems alright to me. It is unpleasant to be cut off from your casting, but he isn’t in pain and he isn’t alone.” It’s difficult to mitigate the emotion bleeding into his voice.

He pushes down memories of the years he’d been locked away and squeezes Essek’s hand back, reassuringly. “Have you gotten him to eat?”

Verin nods, “Occasionally. Probably not as much as he needs. I’m not exactly an excellent cook and nobody can see him like this so I’ve sent his staff away.”

“Alright, well I’ll just do this then.” he begins casting the tower, “I understand if you want to stay but if you need to go I can care for him.” he wants Verin to leave, he wants him gone so badly, to just take care of Essek properly without the shadow of somebody who doesn’t know hanging over them.

“I should be back to Bazzoxan soon. They’ll begin asking after me.” Caleb finishes casting the tower and leads Essek in. Just before he enters, Verin stops him, “You mean something to each other. I’ve never seen him act this way before, granted there’s an arcane influence but genuinely he has never smiled like he did when he saw you. I trust you with this because I think he would. Do not betray that.”

Caleb nods, “Of course not. We’ve faced the most difficult challenges of my life together and with our friends. I will care for him.” Verin seems satisfied with that and makes to leave, and Caleb enters the tower to find Essek waiting in the centre of the tower. He has an idea of where he wants to go. As the tower door closes behind Verin, he and Essek begin to drift upwards. Essek opens his mouth as if to reflexively murmur ‘up’ as had become their custom in their long travels together and his brows knot in distress, as if he’s realized again that his voice will not come. Caleb reaches for his hand, to comfort him and says it for them both, to which Essek smiles.

The drow releases Caleb’s hand and begins to swirl around, never leaving the central column and Caleb is forced to mirror his motions lest they collide. He flashes back to a moment of levity when they’d first come to Aeor. They had showboated then, dancing around each other as their works often did. This Essek is less restrained and his eyes and nose crinkle into a genuine smile when Caleb joins his frivolity.

They stop at the ninth floor which Caleb had known to be Esseks’ destination and immediately Essek lays on the pillows he always places in the corner. Usually, on their research expedition, he tranced in his room but on particularly emotional days they both preferred an expanse of stars above them as they rested. It became tradition and over time they’d drifted closer and closer together, until they would sometimes come to consciousness to find that through the night Essek had curled into Caleb’s side or that their hands had wound together unknowingly.

Now, Essek’s eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open in wonder as though it’s his first time seeing it all over again. Caleb stands over him, following his gaze up to the idly shifting starscape above. Caleb is quickly distracted by the versions of them that traverse different paths. Sometimes in each other’s company, other times in solitude. In a few they hold hands or make contact at the shoulders. Those are the ones he likes the most.

When his gaze is pulled back downwards, Essek stares up at him with a tenderness that quickly turns to expectation. He’s arranged burgundy cushions across the floor beside him for Caleb and so he obliges. As he stretches out across the crude bed slender, cool fingers interlock his own and he lays back and tells Essek of the constellations he’s hidden among the stars.

When Caleb himself was in this state he remembered lacking familiarity. Nothing around him made sense and the upheaval of his life only moments prior had only amplified the disorientation of the magic that kept him prisoner for 11 years.

Essek has someone to watch over him, he’s in a place that evidently brings him much joy and in recent months he’s found himself halfway to peace. Caleb finds his heart swell at the idea of making this experience bearable.

The silence was always the worst so he points to guide the elf’s eyes as he tells them the stories behind each constellation. He tells him of Nila, gentle and fierce. Of Twiggy, ever optimistic and wholly delightful. He tells him about Reani who Essek has spent some time with. Brief recognition flashes across his face, though it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Caleb remembers. He remembers knowing that someone was there who he should recognize but not having the words to know he had forgotten their name. He was in terror and treated everyone as a threat. Essek treats everything with wonder and discovery. The innocence is sweet and a syrupy feeling pools in Caleb’s throat as he’s again confronted with the way his heart swells when Essek looks at Caleb with that same contented smile.

He scoots closer and this is entirely too much. The idea that this version of Essek may curl into his side willingly, while they were fully conscious where the other version cannot unsettles him. Instead he stands, offering his hand, “Why don’t we get you something to eat ja?” There’s a momentary droop of his ears, much more pronounced than any movement he’d seen before before he lifts Essek and they go down to the dining room.

If there is to be anything significant between them it cannot be spurred under these circumstances. Caleb has to know he means it. As they wait while he cats prepare what had become their usual fare while traversing Aeor, he defaults to telling stories. First he tells him of the tunnels they traversed to reach the Dynasty, crafting an illusion as well as he can of the crystalline caves they made camp in. Food arrives and he continues weaving story and image as Essek picks at the well spiced soup comprised mainly of squash and potato. As he crafts an illusion of the dragon turtle they’d fought just after the peace talks out of amber and morphs its shape to a smaller turtle and then a sea slug, laughing to himself at the absurdity, he notices the clink of Essek’s spoon has long subsided.

Glancing over electric eyes focus on him instead of the illusion, so he drops it. “Ah, Es tut mir Leid, I know I tend to get carried away.” A little contented noise bubbles from Essek’s throat and his heart squeezes. In a desperate attempt to try and get Essek to eat more he turns back to his own soup and looks expectantly over to his friend.

Giving him a look of exasperation, he mirrors Caleb and eats most of the soup. Caleb rips up bread and encourages him to dip it in what’s left of the soup and finally, the bowl is empty. They leave the cats to clean up and Essek’s hand grasps Caleb’s again and squeezes. He knows he shouldn’t draw conclusions or let himself be taken by these gestures that the man wouldn’t make if he’d had the presence of mind, but it’s turning into a losing game.

With the time spent on the ninth floor and the prolonged battle of coaxing Essek to eat they only have a few hours until sleep. Essek takes his customary seat on the couch in the study and Caleb withdraws some of the lighter fiction that now populates the shelves. Lying back on the sofa, feet resting on the armrest, head by Essek he holds up the copy of Der Katzenprinz to show the illustrations. “You seem to like hearing me talk so why don’t I share this with you? Either way you won’t understand what I say so I will read it to you as it was originally intended.”

He begins, in Zemnian to tell him the fairy story that had brought him so much joy as a child, and the cats bring them hot chocolate as instructed. Warm mug in hand, Essek sits patiently through the story and as it turns to a close, picks up another of the books Caleb has gathered and thrusts it upon his chest. A real laugh bubbles up at that and he obliges.

As the night winds on and the mugs are emptied, Essek’s hand winds its way through Caleb’s hair, gently combing. When he looks up at Essek he’s met with soft, drooping eyes and a plain smile laced with nothing but care. He tries to stop Essek over the course of the book but finds that the drow always goes back to his hair so eventually, he leaves it. When Essek’s breaths even and elongate and he’s having trouble keeping his eyes open, Caleb sends him to trance.

He’s met with a slightly mournful look as Essek settles into the cushions he’s provided for trancing, but Caleb squeezes his shoulder, “If something goes wrong the cats will know to come get me. This is for the best.” Looking not at all reassured, but staying in place, Essek lets him leave without protest.

In the middle of sleep, dreamless and warm, there’s pressure. Then a caterwaul cuts through his subconscious followed by several more. He awakes with a start and immediately the cats gather around his feet as he pulls on slippers. They lead him to Essek’s room, where through the closed doors he can hear the sounds of furniture being disturbed.

Barging in, heart pounding, he finds Essek with tears streaming down his face. “Essek Schatz what’s wrong?” He kneels, abandoning any sense of propriety or boundaries and as he collapses into Caleb’s arms with nearly silent sobs he’s struck by how small the other man is.

“It’s alright Essek, whatever it was it cannot hurt you. I will keep you safe as you have done me.” They’ve never talked about the nights when the cats would do the same to Essek as they’d done to Caleb. When he’d been awoken from nightmares with angry red scratches down his forearms and a friend to bandage them. They’ve never quite discussed the comfort in Essek trancing just beside Caleb’s bed on difficult nights and he’s tried to stifle contemplation about the safety the man brings to his subconscious. The timing wasn’t right and despite his own longing he couldn’t make that step towards Essek. Not then.

Now, however, the elf shudders in his arms and he brings him into his lap, lighting soft amber globules of light to examine Essek. When he finds no physical harm he puts them out again and draws him in tighter as Essek clutches at the sides of his nightshirt and curls into his chest. He sings gentle lullabies his mother had once used to soothe him, voice cracking slightly as he flexes it in a long forgotten way. Eventually the shaking stops and breath becomes more solid, but hands stay grasped into his shirt so, with assistance from the cats, he maneuvers them into an easier sleeping position. Ever determined, Essek stays in his arms the whole time and when he tries to encourage him to trance beside him, arms wind around his waist.

“Okay, okay. If this will help.” Caleb resigns himself to creaky joints the next morning and sleeps with Essek in his arms, pushing away any indulgent thoughts of future nights spent with him in the same orientation.

When he awakes Essek is gone from his lap, though their fingers are laced and his head rests atop the drow’s on his shoulder. “Guten Morgen Essek.” He startles and smiles over at Caleb. Open, honest, vulnerable. They need to fix this. “I just need to prepare and then we will see Jester ja?” He receives a blank stare in return and nods to himself. “I will be back in a few moments and then we will go to Nicodranas. Just wait here.” He leaves and dresses quickly, returning to find Essek essentially where he’d been left. He takes a moment to glance over his spellbook and concentrates as he casts Sending, “Hallo Jester, I need your assistance with a pretty big restoration. Can you help today?”

She sounds half-asleep as she responds, “Caleb? Oh hi! Yeah I can help, just come to mama’s, we’re in Nicodranas. Oh my gosh I have to tell you, the dragon turtle-” her word economy same as ever.

“Okay Essek, Jester can help. I don’t know where you kept your parasol but I’m sure she can make you another.” With that they head out the door and Caleb transports them safely to the Lavish Chateau. Essek’s hand never leaves his.

Upon arrival they’re beset by a shouted greeting and Jester crushes Caleb in a hug before even realizing the other man is there. “Ohmigod Essek hi! I missed you!” Instead of awkwardly patting her back as he usually does, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in. “Hey Caleb, what’s going on with Essek?”

She pulls back and sees his broad smile and dancing eyes and looks at Caleb distinctly concerned. “Ah- I’m afraid he is a victim of the Feeblemind spell. It’s what they used against me in… well.” Her face clouds with understanding. “He’s okay physically though, whoever attacked him clearly just needed him out of the way. If you can use Greater Restoration that will undo the effects. He’s been ah - rather clingy.”

She waggles her eyebrows at him, making suggestive noise, and gets out the required diamond dust, sprinkling it delicately over Essek who watches in wonder. She puts both hands on her shoulders and green radiant energy emanates from her and passes to him. Before long he’s shaking his head and stepping back, voice hoarse from disuse, “Where- Jester? Thank you oh my gods thank you.”

She grins back at him, “I’m glad you’re back Essek! It’s a good thing Caleb brought you here you were acting so weird-”

She’s cut off as he chokes out, “Caleb.” and looks over with a deep violet flush and wide, apologetic eyes. “I ah- I am sorry for putting you through that. I-”

“Nein, do not apologize. Maybe we should get back to your tower to try and piece together who did this to you and what they were after ja?’

Essek nods and casts his levitation cantrip, shoulders sagging with relief when it works. “Yes, of course. Thank you Jester, I’m sorry we can’t stay but-”

She hugs the both of them again, “It’s okay, you have lots to talk about probably I don’t know bye!” she gives Caleb a wink as he begins casting the spell again and to his surprise Essek’s hand winds itself in his as they vanish.

They’re back in the tower and Caleb looks down, Essek’s hand still in his. Essek drops it and there’s a flush set deep into his cheeks and it spreads to his cheeks as their eyes meet. “Caleb I-” he swallows “I remember most of what happened, though not very clearly. I um-” his eyes are downcast and Caleb braces for what he believes to be coming, “Thank you for your patience. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable it is very difficult to explain but I think you’re aware of the feeling. I didn’t exactly have my full faculties and I fear I broke boundaries that may have encroached too far on your hospitality and our friendship.”

It’s difficult to see him so apologetic for the affection displayed. This thing between them has gone unspoken quite too long and before he realizes it he’s speaking, “Don’t apologize for that Schatz, I ah- I didn’t mind. There’s something I think we ought to discuss fairly plainly because I do not want to mince words about the way I feel anymore, it’s tiring.”

Essek looks up to meet him, steeling himself and as Caleb is about to speak he cuts him off, “I am aware enough of how I acted to realize I cannot properly hide my feelings further.” He takes a deep breath, the back of Caleb’s neck is burning and time has all but frozen, “I care deeply for you Caleb. It is difficult to bring myself to those words for I know this is the last thing I deserve but here I am, a fool for you. I know that there were moments in Aeor, I hold them close to my heart as precious things in a life of solitude. If you do not do the same, if you do not feel the same I will remain your friend if you’ll allow it, your research partner, anything. But-” he looks down almost sheepishly, “I owe it to you to be forthright and so I will tell you that if you’ll have me, I would very much like to see where this takes us.”

A smile breaks across Caleb’s face as their eyes meet, “May I kiss you?”

Essek draws in a sharp breath, eyes wide, and nods. It takes Caleb only a moment to close the gap, hands sliding around Essek’s waist and over the back of his neck as he leads them together. Essek’s hands hold his shoulders and his eyes flutter closed as their lips meet, electricity and heat mixing. When they finally pull back they’re both flushed. Essek lets out a huff of a laugh and Caleb wraps him tightly as he brings him in again, smiling into another kiss.

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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till death do us part - 3

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2479

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: reader got slapped, reader run away from home, abusive and manipulative father, swearing.

The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.

"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking back at the handsome boy. He smiled back at me but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.

"Y-you! What are you doing here?"

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Chapter 3

"What? Do you know each other?" I looked up at San for an answer

"His father is a customer of mine. I worked for him a couple of times, right Mr Hwang?"

Jinyoung stepped back with fear written all over his face. He was afraid of San. I somehow understand his feeling, I knew too well how San could be intimidating.

"I wouldn't ever touch Y/N again if I were you." San said with the most cold voice I ever heard in my life "I get upset pretty easily and I can't think straight when anger come over me. I guess you can understand."

"Why are you protecting her, I don't understand!" My fiancé shouted with fear in his voice.

"Because she's mine."

I blushed madly at San's words. Hana squirmed like a fangirl and clapped her hands while making embarrassing noises. I wished she wasn't there at this moment, I was over embarrassed and she wasn't helping me AT ALL.

I hide my face behind my hands. I wasn't paying attention to the two men's conversation anymore until I felt San's grip lightly tightening around me.

I looked up, Jinyoung was gone without my noticing.

"Are you okay?" San whispered to my ear.

‘Does he have to look at me like that? He’s driving me crazy!’

"He left?" I asked.

San nodded before letting me go. Strangely enough, I felt a wave of sadness and disappointment from the loose of contact even though I couldn't say it out loud, San would probably think I'm crazy since I met him just twice.

Quickly, Hana went to my side, grabbing my arm and shaking it with all her strength.

"Are you THE San?" She asked San with her eyes sparkling.

The moment I saw San's smirk I wished I could have run away from here. I looked at Hana with wide eyes and whispered "Could you stop being obvious for God's sake!"

It was no help, Hana was too happy to finally meet the man I talked about every day and she wasn't paying attention to what I was saying "You are indeed handsome!" she exclaimed "Do you have a girlfriend?"

'Oh God.'

"I don't..." he paused "yet" San looked at me with his sharp eyes.

I turned back and hide my red face the best I could. I was not the kind of girl to turn shy easily but San had this effect on me, he made me feel weak in my knees and made my heart raced.

Meanwhile, Hana was the happiest in the world at this moment, she knew that I never was on a relationship before so she was surely excited to play cupid for the both of us.

After a quick chat, which boiled down to Hana asking questions about everything and nothing, San told us that he was going back to his work and had to leave.

He walked away, but I followed him and with all the courage I could muster up, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked back at me with a surprise expression.

"Can...Can you give me your phone number? It will be easier to see each other this way..." I looked straight at him, facing his usual strong gaze.

However, I wasn't as brave as I wanted to pretend and San wasn't dumb, my shaking hand grabbing his strong wrist was a clue enough for him to know how I really felt.

He smiled at me with a sincere and warm smile for the first time, his dimples in full display, before he gave me his hand. I looked at it, confused, and put my hand on his own.

"Not your hand, give me your phone. Don't you want my number anymore?" he laughed at my action and again, my face turned red.

"Yeah, sure!" I stuttered, giving him my phone. He quickly entered his number on it before giving it back to me.

"Let's talk more often then, Kim Y/N"

Hearing him saying my whole name was something special, a mysterious feeling grew inside of me but it wasn't an unpleasant one.

I waved my hand at him as he walked away, disappearing from my sight.

"I think I need holy water" Hana breathed out.

It was already 9 pm, the sun was giving way to the dark night where the moon reigned as a queen.

It had been a long day, a very long one.

I met Jinyoung, my unwanted fiancé, San helped me against him and Hana hadn't let me get home until I admitted that I had a crush on San.

It was weird to say it, I wasn't familiar with this new feeling. Was it love? Was it possible to feel love towards him already or was it just a physical attraction?

I threw my head on my pillow and yelled on it while shaking powerfully my legs on the bed.

Yes, San was handsome, but he wasn't just that. He had something that attracted me and I couldn't explain what. It was like he was the answer of all my doubts and all of my issues. He was strong and intimidating but at the same time soft and reassuring. The last time I’ve felt this safe in someone’s arms was in my mom’s.

Bip Bip.

I looked at the small screen, a small notification indicating me that I had a new message.

I jumped out of my bed and stood up, excited by just some few words.

San

"Did you get home safely?"

Yes I did! I hope you got home without any issue too :)

No answer.

San didn't seem like the talkative type. I had to choose a topic to continue the conversation or else he wasn’t going to answer.

So...How old are you exactly? Do you still live with your family?

To my surprise, San answered me right away and we both talked for a few hours, totally forgetting about sleep. He talked to me more than I initially thought he would and I was glad for it.

I found out that he lived with his father, mother and older sister in Seoul in a rather affluent neighborhood. He was the same age as me and told me he had always been home schooled so he had a lot of free time.

He was following his father's path and helped him with his work.

I didn't asked him about it but I could easily guess that his dad worked with politicians since he San and Jinyoung knew each other from his dad’s work.

After a three hours long talk, I finally fell asleep while writing a message to San.

San

Sleep tight Y/N.

I slowly opened my eyes when the warm morning light hit my face. It had been a long time since I last sleep that well. I stretched my body and directly texted San.

Hello San! Sorry I fell asleep, I slept well, maybe thanks to all the things that happened yesterday lol!

I waited some minutes but he gave me no response. Was he still asleep?

I went downstairs and only found my father, eating alone. The table seemed bigger than usual without Jin there and I couldn’t help but think about my brother, I hadn't see him since the argument between him and my father and it was worrying me.

"Where is Jin?"

"I don't know where he is living now." My mouth opened at his statement. My unstable eyes were reading his face, trying to figure out and hoping that I heard things wrong.

"What do you mean? He lives here!" I shouted, my voice sounded less confident than usual.

My worry was growing at an incredible speed pace. I felt unwell for some reason and was afraid to understand the real meaning behind my father's word.

"Not anymore. He's an adult now, I no longer have any obligation to keep him home."

I couldn't believe what I was listening to. He kicked his own son out? How dared he?

I was about to shout out at him but his phone rang at the same moment. He took the call and started talking with an unknown correspondent.

His face quickly dropped and then glared at me with angry eyes. I gulped, unaware of the situation.

When he hung up, he angrily stood up and harshly slapped me on the face "What have you done!" he yelled.

My eyes were watering. He hurt me. It was the first time he laid a finger on me.

"Mr Hwang called me! His son, Jinyoung, met you yesterday and want now to end your engagement."

"It's for the best, I never wanted this anyways" I replied curtly.

He was about to slap me again but put down his arm and chuckled darkly "Fine, if you want to be a brat then I will treat you as one"

My father strongly grabbed my arm and dragged me to my bedroom, he was so angry and so harsh, he was, without any doubt, going to leave bruises on my body.

He threw me on the bed and took my phone with him.

"You won't be needing your phone anymore, I'm confiscating it. In the meantime, I want you to think about your behavior." he said "If you don't want to listen to me, then I will show you who is in charge here." he walked away "Ah, and just to say, this week you will took a plane and will go abroad to study." He informed me before locking the door and leaving me alone in my room.

"You can't do this! You can't force me to leave!!" I banged on the door fiercely. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be happening. I sat down, my back against the door and my head on my knees, silently crying.

It was already late at night, I didn't do anything the whole day. The only thing I could do was crying.

I finally wiped my tears away and stood up, determined to leave this house. I took a small bag and filled it with some clothes, wallet and other essential stuffs. I waited until no more noise could be heard in the house and quietly leave the house through the windows.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it will be, I found myself a new talent that night.

I went to the bus station, it was too late so there was no bus anymore.

Shit

I walked to the nearest hotel and went to the reception.

"Excuse me, I broke my phone and I really need to call someone to pick me up to go home. Is it possible to use your phone?" I asked with puppy eyes.

The male receptionist fell right away for my charms and gave me his phone, glad to help a young girl in distress. I thanked him and called my brother.

I silently thanked my good memory and was glad I remembered all the numbers on my phone. "The person you have called is unavailable right now..." the voice announced.

“No way...” my shoulders fell from disappointment. I had no other choice but to let him a message on his phone.

"Hey Jin, it's me... Listen, I had some...problems with dad, he took my phone away so I don't have a lot of way to reach you. I heard that he kicked you out, I hope you did find a place to sleep, hope you're eating well, hope that..." I sniffed, not able to contain myself anymore. "I'm scared Jin, dad wants me to study abroad cause my fiancé brook our engagement. I picked some stuff and now I'm out of the house but I don't know where to go and..." my voice broke because of all the emotions I had inside of me. "I'll call Hana and see if I can sleep at her place or else I'll sleep in a hotel. I love you, I'll call you again tomorrow." I stopped the voicemail message.

This time I tried Hana's number, fortunately she was a phone addict so she would answer to my call. "Yes my love~?" I heard her sleepy voice "Hey Hana" I said, my voice still trembling "What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice suddenly turned serious.

I quickly summarized my situation to her. "Listen, sweetie. Tonight I can't come to you, you have still money right? Sleep in a hotel and tomorrow you will took the first bus and come to my house, okay?" I agreed and hung up before asking a room to the receptionist.

The hotel room was half smaller than mine but it was better than nothing. There was a phone on the side of the bed.

'Should I call San?' I wondered while looking at the phone. Without a second thought, I entered the number of San and waited.

"Hello?"

"San! You answered!" I shouted through the phone, happy to hear his voice "I...I'm sorry I..."

"Where are you?" he asked "What?" I answered, surprised.

"You are not fine, are you? You're voice isn't as clear as usual."

I waited a long moment, I couldn't control my tears as they were running down my cheeks.

"Where are you?" He insisted.

"Dongdaemun hotel, room 322"

"I'm coming. Don't move." his voice softened.

My wait didn't last 20 minutes until I heard a knock on the door. I jumped and opened the door as soon as I heard the sound.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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I hope you enjoy this story so far! In the next chapter, Y/N is going to make a choice for her future life so the story will truly start in the chapter 4.

Of course, I’m not encouraging anyone to run away from home, mostly if you are minor.

Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter~

Tag list:

@hijirikaww @pinkchampagne2 @xduygu-arsx @joongiebug

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amenomiko · 3 years

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Thank you for the request @ikemen-girl !!! Once again, thank you for your constant support and endless love for my works 😘😘😘😘😘💖💖💖💖💖💖😘😘😘😘😘😘💕💕💕💕💕💕💕✨✨✨✨✨✨✨❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

A/N : They called her big sis, as it was a child mode of them turning into a child (of their past)

Nobunaga

Even though he is in a child mode..

That usual smug and proud attitude is still there.

Did he develop such personality since he was small? Oh God, have mercy on my poor soul - MC.

"When I grow up, I demand you to be my wife."

Also MC: You don't have to demand it now, you already say the same thing even when you are an adult 😒😒😒.

Commands MC to feed him his konpeito while he lay down on her lap.

"......"

"(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)✨ Hm."

"Say that once again."

"Oh? Perhaps you didn't hear me clearly? Woman! I command you to feed me those candies while I-"

"An apology or a 5 minutes of tickle torture on your neck?"

He took a step back. "H-Hm. 5 minutes is for sissies."

"Oh really? I will make it 15 minutes then."

"I'M SORRY QAQ!!!"

Ieyasu

"(´・_・｀)...."

There he goes. Peeking at MC from afar again.

"Are you hungry?" And boop! He hides himself.

Is he cat? If he is, he will be the most adorable cat and MNGH it's really, REALLY HARD for MC to hold back from taking this BEAUTIFUL opportunity to have him all to herself, especially when he is in a very vulnerable state..!!

"(´・_・｀)...." He peeks again.

"This smol lovely thing-- how did he became the saltiest lord again?" She mumbled under her breath, visibly trembling to hold back herself from squealing.

"Uhm.. I'm hungry.. J-just a little bit."

HNGGGH! SHE CAN'T!! "UGH..!! MAH HEART 💕💕💕💕💕💕!!!"

"(´・д・｀) *Gasp*! B-big sis are you okay? Do you want some medicine? I may not be strong as much but.. I know how to treat wounds..!"

MC: *Breathing heavily* You do..?

"Yes,.. Uhm.. You see.. The kids always b-bully me so.. When I'm injured I always tend to my own wound.. And- B-BIG SIS QAQQQQ???"

Current MC: *Faints from nosebleed and she writes her death message (with her blood from her nose at that) with the word "An angel has killed me."*

( X/////w/////X ) - MC.

Masamune

MC: (❁´◡`❁)🌸🌸🌸

Masamune: *Peeks* (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)...... *jumps and smacks MC's butt* BIG SIS ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ!!!!

"KYAAAA O/////O!! Masamune!!! How many times do I have to tell you to NOT do that???"

"EHEYYYYY!!!" NYOOOM he runs away while laughing, leaving bewildered MC behind.

Heavens. Masamune is cute and all when he is in a child mode but that mischievous side of him is still THERE!

Every time she bend down, he will get every single chance to do that! She could only sigh on how ironic adult Masa and child Masa is:-

That naughty habit can't be changed.

...Except Masamune will playfully squeeze her butt in front of everyone.

"Oh well. May he turn back into an adult soo-"

*Masamune appear back and play MC's butt like a drum before running away again*

"WOOOHOOO ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ!!!"

"........GET BACK HERE YOU EARTHWORM ᕕ(ಠ Д ಠ)ᕗ!!!!"

Mitsuhide

"Sit here for a while, okay?"

"Okay, big sis."

Phew. She's glad that child Mitsuhide is very obedient. He seems like a good boy so far. Helping her with errands, smiling sincerely when she served him food and such, practically the OPPOSITE of adult Mitsuhide.

Well.. She is wrong. SO, SO WRONG.

Hideyoshi had came to MC's place, looking furious.

"This kid..... Is just.like.his.adult.mode!"

"Huh? What did he do OAO?"

MC turned to Mitsuhide and it was met with a very innocent smile,...

Until he opens his mouth. "Well.. His letter for his so-called fan girl breaks people's heart so.. I helped him by writing a new one. See? They are all dressed in a wedding kimono outside, isn't that lovely ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)?"

"It took me 5 hours, MC. FIVE! To draw them away and explaining things at them!!"

MC went (°д°) when Hideyoshi walks away, crying, and shakes her head at Mitsuhide. "I see. He is such a small snake even when he is in child mode, huh?"

Welp. MC literally jumped when he suddenly give out a creepy, low chuckle to her words after that.

Them: (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)Σ(°д°ﾉ)ﾉ

Kenshin

The plate of snacks nearly fall from her grip the moment she entered the room.

Imagine child Kenshin, surrounded by a cloud of bunnies all over him, and he is there, in the middle of it, with ONLY his head that sticks out with this face (눈‸눈).

"Uh.. K-Kenshin? I brought some light snack, let's have it together...?"

"(눈‸눈)...."

"(´・ｪ・｀).... *sweats*"

"It's delicious, you know? See? This bun is shaped like a bunny."

"(눈‸눈) ...Hm."

"Uh.. S-so can you tell the bunnies to go outside? Or maybe y-you know, let you move so you can eat the snack?" She clasped her hands together, beaming a (forceful) smile, "It's a veeeerry limited edition...! It's like onigiri, you see? It has plums in the middle of it..!"

"(눈‸눈)... *gasp* (°д°)! Plums?"

"Yeah, plum- WAAAAHH \(OAO)/!!!! 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇!!!"

Poor MC get swarmed all over by the bunnies. But it's a miracle the bun survived though.

Shingen

"Oh my angel, my goddess, my angel, my sweetest being of my life 😏😏😏😏✨✨✨."

"...You said the word 'angel' twice, Shingen."

He gasped, "Ooh? I have come across a very genius goddess as well 💖💖💖💖💖!"

"Oh..."

MC about to escape from him, but only to be stopped with him, biting a cherry blossom branch in his mouth as he take it out when he successfully gets her attention,

"No, no, don't go and leave me like that. It hurts me, goddess..!"💖💖💖💖💖

MC's eye twitched to the saliva around the branch (ewww) before turning to him, "God, seriously, his child mode is the worst than his adult mode."

"What are you saying, my rainbow sunflower dango mochi? I am serious..! I don't see you as a big sis who take care of me..!"

"Oh really now? Show me how serious you are, then."

He nodded, genuinely showing a very firm look before going away for a while. "You wait here..!"

MC: ( ͡°з ͡°) Now what is he planning- uh--

*Shingen comes back with Yukimura, by riding on his shoulder like a very proud lord + wink* 😘😘😘😘😘✨✨✨✨✨

MC: OH FOR THE LOVE OF-- ಠAಠ

Also Shingen: *Kabedon MC in that state, with a SUPER EMBARRASSED Yukimura below him* So..? Do you believe me now, my kuchipu mimimu? 😘😘😘😘😘😘💖💖💖💖💖

MC:

MC: *S N A P*

*Cues sound of Shingen's forehead got flicked and both of him and Yukimura stumbled backwards and SPLASH!! They fell into the nearby pond*

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku uesugi kenshin #ikemen sengoku ieyasu tokugawa #ikemen sengoku shingen takeda #ikemen sengoku date masamune #ikemen sengoku mc #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide akechi

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Careless

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 13, 19 & 23

"I'm so happy and not at all jealous."/"We had a deep and meaningful relationship/What was their last name?"/"I thought it mattered what I said or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be."

Warnings: Swearing. War Scene - blood & injury. Angsty.

Y/n was trouble with a capital T. She was daring, confident, snarky and a massive Quidditch fan. In other words; she were Fred Weasleys perfect woman.

But it's not what you think, they were just friends. Chaotic, hell raising, perfect-for-each-other friends.

With the Twins and y/n around Hogwarts it were remarkable the Castle were still standing. But not for their lack of trying. After an especially careless prank, which left the Gryffindor Common Room with a new window, it's safe to say the threesome were there for one another through thick and thin.

Pranks however, weren't the only area in which Y/n, and Fred for that matter, were careless.

Both had the tendency to be rather frivolous in romantic relationships. It seemed like every other week the pair had a new partner on their arm. George liked to joke that, of all the people left in their age group, the only people they hadn't 'had a round' with were each other. The rumours, jokes or insults to character never bothered them though. They were young and weren't looking for anything serious - so what's the harm in having a little fun? That was y/ns reasoning anyway. It had been Freds as well...in the beginning. Until he were struck with a rather bracing realisation.

The reason why he rushed so fast into new relationships without a care wasn't so much 'for the fun of it' or genuine interest in the other, but denial. He were running and burying his head in the sand, or rather the bedsheets - as it were, to distract himself from the very chilling reality that he was desperately, hopelessly and unequivocally in love with his best friend. With y/n.

So after that particularly bitter pill to swallow, Fred's relations became a means to an end. A means of getting over her. Of finding someone to replace her.

It never worked, of course, because no other girl was her. No one made him laugh or smile like her. Nor did anyone get his heart racing like she did.

He did everything he could to bury his feelings; under piles of work, copious amounts of alcohol and an abundance of meaningless sex, and it genuinely seemed to be working...until the War came.

That walk into the Great Hall after the initial Battle is one Fred would never forget.

The smell; of death and destruction. The way his body ached and longed to rest.

Slowly limping through the destroyed arched doorway, accompanied by Percy - who's shoulders he'd drapped an arm across seeking support. They were talking with one another, throwing around light-hearted brotherly insults here and there, which helped keep Freds mind off the immense pain surging through his leg at the time, small smiles adorning their faces.

That's when they heard it.

A blood curdling scream. One of pure agony.

Their eyes shot directly to the source, on the far side of the room - where all the Weasleys were gathered around a body. A girls.

Arthur was holding tight onto Molly as she sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood on the outskirts pale and afraid, while Bill and Charlie had a hold of Ginny in attempt to shield her. Fred's gaze flickered to where he saw George had knelt beside the body.

He was gripping one of her hands as his other tried desperately to keep her still on the floor while she writhed and cried out in pain.

She were covered in blood as Madam Pomfrey worked frantically to mend the severe wounds in her abdomen, where shards of debris protruded from her flesh.

The cry had been caused from the extraction of a particularly large shard, of what Fred didn't know.

George was running a tender hand over y/ns head, gently stroking her hair and the sides of her face as he whispered soothing sounds and comforting words in her ear.

Fred didn't know how long he'd stood there, staring in shock, he'd felt petrified - numb to everything but the fear coursing through his veins. Till suddenly his feet were moving.

A first painful step, which nearly crippled him, was followed by an equally sore but determined second. Then a third, and before he knew it he was running. Sprinting as fast as he could regardless of the pain it inflicted, nothing could stop him from reaching her side.

Barging past friends and family members he collapsed on Georges otherside. Eyes raking the ever paling and blood covered woman laid before him. George was shaking as he looked to his brother with tear-filled eyes but Freds stare was unwavering.

Somehow mustering the strength he spoke the only words playing through his mind, "What can I do?" His eyes never left y/ns wound, above which Pomfreys hands hovered as she worked.

"Fred?" Y/n cried through deep breaths, her head turning to the side in an attempt to see him. "I'm here, Sweetheart." He placed a hand to her knee. Her eyes were screwed tight shut as she threw her head back against the hard, cold floor. Tears parted tracks through the thick dust and muck plastered to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw inhaling sharply as the next piece of debris was removed - a relatively small piece in comparison to the earlier one. George continued to soothe his friend as Pomfrey instructed Fred on what to do.

They wished everything had gotten better from there. That after they successfully removed all the debris and stopped the blood from further pouring from her body that she'd been able to recover simply. But news only seemed to get worse once they reached St Mungo's.

She'd fallen into a coma. Y/n had suffered severe internal injuries and the Healers never held out much hope that she'd survive.

Y/n always was full of surprises.

She'd come out of her coma and began showing signs she could yet make a recovery. No one could have possibly anticipated the day healers would begin talk of rehab. They considered it a miracle she were even breathing.

Naturally the Twins were there every step of the way. Especially Fred. There were whole nights, even before she'd regained consciousness, where he'd spend every minute by her bedside. Nights he'd spend working tirelessly in the shops office to perfect ideas they'd concocted to help ease and enhance y/ns physical therapy. Inventions that worked so well Healers from all over were lining up to get their hands on, after seeing how successful y/ns recovery were as a direct result of their products. Hell, most days you couldn't even tell she'd been through a war - her scars the only physical reminder, to the untrained eye.

There were no doubt left in Freds body after that. He loved her with every part of his soul and that was never going to change, and so his involvement in the dating scene became virtually non-existent.

Y/ns on the other hand...well some things don’t change.

She was given a second chance and wasn't about to waste it worrying about what 'could' have happened. Life were too short for that. She did, however, start keeping an eye out for 'Mr/Mrs Right' during her rendezvous'.

Fred tried his hardest to be supportive. Opting rather to love her from the sidelines than risk hurting their relationship by getting his hands dirty and playing the game. After Y/ns most recent conquest however his happy facade may officially be waning.

It was just past sunset in Diagon Alley and so Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, much like all the other stores, were going through their nightly closing routine.

Fred was working through the registers whilst, much to his dismay, George were left to the Twins least favourite chore - cleaning and restocking the store.

That's when the front door burst open.

"Evening, Boys!" Y/n announced happily as she strode into the store. "Fred! I told you to lock the door, lest the riff-raff barge in!" George called jokingly over the railing of the second floor. Fred couldn't help but smile, not looking up from the task at hand "My mistake!". Y/n scowled up at George as she hopped onto the front desk, "Like that could keep me out." Leaning over the counter top she placed a kiss to Freds cheek, "Heya Freddie". He looked to her, instantly finding himself on cloud nine, and leant casually onto the counter to speak with her. "Hey, Lovely. How was your day?" "Oh, I am so glad you asked!" Y/n said beaming as she clapped her palms against her knees, kicking one leg atop the other. "It was fantastic!" "Do tell." George spoke, decending the stair case, "What's 'fantastic's name?" He goaded.

Y/n glared at him playfully, "Think you have me all worked out do you?" "You know we do." Fred interjects. "Can read you like a book, Darling. You've got not secrets from us"

"Especially after our little incident during rehab, when I had to help you in the shower." George added with a teasing brow, this causing y/n to scrunch her nose. "Okay, George, that's talking about it when we agreed never to talk about it!" The Twins laughed at her embarrassed expression. "Anyway, 'fantastic's name is Mason."

Fred swallowed thickly at the news of, yet another, romantic partner but still he suppressed his distaste as he normally would.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent listening to y/ns retelling of how she met, Mason. About how great they made her feel. Fred couldn't help but envy the way the mere thought of them had y/n biting her lip in attempt to suppress a giddy smile. He'd give anything for her to look that way while thinking about him.

Fred had been quiet through most of the conversation, untrusting of his own voice not to give away his utter disdain at the news. Still he smiled when he should and convincingly feigned interested as she spoke. It wasn't until she began talking about her date, tonight, with them that he finally spared himself the heartache and stopped listening.

Later that evening, Fred was trying hard to keep himself occupied with thoughts on anything but the date the love of his life currently found herself on. As George and he just finished their own meal he'd taken to determinately cleaning the dishes piled within their sink - whilst George dried, a small habit the two fell into thanks to years of Molly putting the pair on dish duty after meals.

Unknowingly to Fred, he'd been uncharacteristically quiet for the whole evening. Something his brother had not failed to notice. "So..." he began breaking the long running silence of the night, "y/n seems pretty bent on this new bloke doesn't she?" "Mmm" "Never know this one may even last" George let out a breathy laugh as he prodded Fred's shoulder with his elbow, watching carefully for his reaction.

George wasn't stupid. He knew exactly how Fred felt, well before the night of the battle.

Fred's eyebrows quirked, lips parting as he clicked his jaw, visibly unsettled by his Twins topic of discussion.

"You okay, Freddie?" "Yeah. No, they sound great. Absolutely perfect. He's bloody 'Mr Fantastic'" His voice was laced with attitude and sarcasm as he spoke.

Finishing washing the final glass Fred throws the dish sponge against the back wall of the sink harder than intended in his frustration. "Easy there mate, get you're not happy but don't take your jealousy out on the poor bloody sponge" George picks it up from where it'd landed, mockingly shielding it from his brother with an overly concerned expression. "What are you on about?" Fred sneered defensively, "I'm so happy and not at all jealous."

"Sure you are" George replied with a look which read 'really?' "Yeah no, I get it. I'd be fine too if the girl I fancied was out on a date with some other bloke." He shrugged nonchalantly as he walked back to the living room, lounging comfortably across their sofa.

Fred looked to his brother as if he'd grown another head. "Don't give me that look. We both know I know." George rolled his eyes. "Well then tell me, oh wise and all-knowing Brother" Fred bowed mockingly, "what would you do in my situation?" He walked over with an expectant brow, perching himself of the sofas opposite arm rest.

"Oh, I dunno...maybe confess to the poor girl." "You say that like it's the simplest thing in the world." "It is, Freddie." "No. No it's not, whatever this is it's not simple." "It won't get any easier if you don't try. Here look I'll help you" George sat up eagerly, leaning against the back of the couch. "You be you, I'll be- don't give me that look. I'll be y/n. Tell me what you'd say to her." "This is stupid" Fred rolled his eyes. "Don't be a prat, just...go. I won't judge." "Right, cause that sounds like you." "Fred-" George warned. "Fiiiine!" He groaned which only caused his brother to smile cockily, satisfied he finally got what he wants.

Fred looked at his brother who flicked his hair and batted his eyelashes dramatically. There's no way he can do this looking at him. Rolling his eyes again he looked away with a scoff, contemplating all the things he'd say to y/n if he had the courage to.

"Well?..." "I don't know. I don't know what'd I'd say to her or where to start, I've never thought about it." "Maybe it's time you start thinking about it Freddie." George clapped him on the leg as he stood from his place on the couch.

He were half way to his bedroom before stopping, having just faintly heard the words whispered after him...

"I love her, Georgie." George smiles sadly to himself, only just turning his head he murmurs a reply. "Tell her that."

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The store was closed for the day and Fred had choose to have a rather uneventful night in, and so he sat on the end of the sofa reading the paper hoping for product inspiration to strike. George on the other hand were getting ready to go out for the night when came a rhythmic knock on the flat door. No need to ask who it were as they let themselves in, per usual.

"Hello, Boys" y/n bounded into the apartment, flopping casually onto their couch with her head in Freds lap.

He lifted the paper into one hand to better see her smiling face looking cheekily back up at him. His own fond and loving smile shown back. "Hey, Freddie" "Hey, Gorgeous." "HELLO, GEORGE?" She shouted listening intently for his response, "YEAH YEAH, Hello freeloader!" He yells back causing her smile to grow.

"You seem awfully happy, have a good day?" Fred asks as he begins to softly run his hands through y/ns hair out of a developed habit from all their late nights at Hogwarts. "Yeah it was good, just went out with Mason. We had a nice time but I'm just happy to be here with you losers." "Losers? How flattering" George calls from his bedroom. "Oh" at the mention of y/ns partner, Fred puts an end to his hands actions. Turning his attention pointedly back to the paper he'd been reading previously. "And how is 'Mr Fantastic'?" He sneers. "Yeah great...I think. I don't know, he sorta got carried away talking about work. Barely got a word in myself." Y/n chuckles fakely. Sensing her pent up reservations Fred can't help but resume his earlier actions, stroking her hair, but still his eyes stay on the page in front of him. Even if he can't seem to read a single word - too focused on the warmth y/ns body provides pressed against his. Wishing this were how he could spend every night, wrapped up on the couch with her in his arms.

"Alright, children!" George emerges from his bedroom, "I'm off. Don't destroy the place while I'm gone." "Oh that's right!" Y/n sits up excitedly to peer over the back of the sofa. "Tonights the big date" she rests her chin atop her arms as they fold over the backrest looking to George as he collects his wallet and keys. "That's right, Dearest." He ruffles her hair as he strides past to the door, "You're not the only one around here who goes out." He winks before leaving, a quick 'behave!' Called over his shoulder.

Y/n lays back down across Freds lap with a warm smile on her lips. "So...what do you wanna do tonight?"

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Fred was quietly thankful for George being out of the apartment for the night, the quality time spent with y/n were more than he could possibly ask for. It felt like being back in school, when they'd sneak to the Lake or Astronomy tower past curfew.

They were currently sat on the lounge room floor; a bottle of firewiskey and several stolen sweets from George's stash, scattered in front of them.

"I can't believe you just called me a slag!" Fred shouts as y/n laughed loudly. "W-well it's true." She shrugged, speaking through poorly restrained giggles. "Need I remind you of your time spent with Alice?" "Hey! We had a deep, and meaningful relationship." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "What was her last name?" Freds mouth opened in retort before swiftly closing. Eyes blankly scanning the room in search of the answer before realising he didn't have one. He nodded and shrugged in acknowledgement. "Point taken. Not that you're one to judge" he chuckled, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey before offering it to her. "Also true." Y/n accepted.

"When was the last time you waited until the third date?" "Honestly?" "No. Lie to me." Y/n rolled her eyes at his question. "Katie Bell." "Noooo...in 6th year?" "Yeah. Go on then, when was the last time you didn't just give it up?" "What, 'Honestly'?" "No. Lie to me." Fred threw an every flavour bean at her for the mockery. "Okay...Mr Fantastic." "Noooo..." "yeah." "I don't believe you." "What!? Why?" "Because you're whipped by the bloke! Surprised he even made it to a first date- OW! Hey, chocolate frogs are NOT for throwing!"

Neither were sure how this odd game of confessions began, perhaps somewhere around the half way mark on their bottle of Whiskey, but the embarrassing dirty little secrets they'd begun to reveal to one another had them both in hysterics as a result.

"So, why not?" "I dunno he just...hasn't got me feeling that way, ya know? Like, he's great, and we have a good time together - I guess. But it's not like this" she guestured between herself and Fred, who was listening intently. "I can't seem to relax and just be myself around him. He doesn't get me laughing till it hurts. Or make me feel safe and comfortable." Fred's lips parted slightly at her words, eyes dancing hopefully back and forth between hers which seemed to hold the same emotion his did in that moment. Was it possible she felt the same way?

"Or ya know, something less sappy." She chuckled, taking a drink from the Whiskey bottle and turning away from him. Whatever moment he'd felt was gone, and reality set in with the familiar bitter pill settling in his mouth which he refused to swallow.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disappointment that began to creep in. Over her comparison, in wanting someone like him, but in the end, not him. Never him. A sharp breath left him before speaking, "Yeah, well, I ah- I have work in the morning so I'd best call it a night." He avoided eye contact as he stood from his spot on the floor, all joints painfully stiff from the lack of movement.

Y/n was shocked by his abrupt change in attitude. He were no longer smiling, and there was an edge to his voice which wasn't there moments ago.

"Woah, wait...what just happened here? I thought we were having a good time." "We were" y/n stood, taking a tentative step towards him "So, what changed?" "Nothing"

"Fred? Come on, sit back down...please?" She grabbed one of his hands holding it close to her chest as she pouted at him. For a second Fred caught himself smiling at her antics. But only for a second. He shook his head, pulling his hand back from hers and stressfully running it through his hair.

"I can't, love." "Can't what?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I just can't sit there and listen to you talk about us; me and him." He snapped looking away from her. "Why? What's that have t-"

"Because I'm fucking in love with you!" Fred shouted, turning back to y/n in anger. "I'm in love with you and sitting there listening to you talk about how I make you feel safe - and how you wish it were him - it's ripping my fucking heart out y/n! But I'm stuck. Because I can't move on but I can't have you. So I just sit here like an idiot, watching you jump from one relationship to another, waiting- hoping that you'll care. I keep hanging onto moments - like right there - thinking there may be the slightest chance you might feel the same way. But you don't. And I can't do it anymore...so don't ask me to."

"Fred-" "I think you should go." "No, Fred I-" "Please! Go."

Y/n stood in place, staring in shock as her body seemed reluctant to move. She were petrified - numb to everything, but the fear swimming within her blood. What would happen if she walked out that door. Would he ever let her back in, or was this it? What if she leaves and loses him forever - and he never knew...

She drew a shaking breath that seemed to give a modicum of control back over her body. Her eyes flickered over the expanse of the boys flat. It were always so cheerful and warm - so why did she feel so cold? Her body trembled as her feet began to move, each step more painful than the last.

As she opened the door every nerve screamed for her to turn back around. Her head turned to the side, mouth falling dry and lips parting to speak though no words came. But the tears did. Rolling sadly down her cheeks as the door sealed shut behind her.

She was gone.

Fred fell to the couch. Any strength that were holding him from the ground disappearing as she did. Slouched over his knees, elbows digging into his thighs whilst he ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a heavy breath, a small relief spreading in his chest from the weight that'd been lifted. But mostly all that came was pain and tears from the heartache he'd tried so hard to shield himself from for all these years.

There's no telling how long he sat there, furiously rubbing at his eyes as the tears refused to stop falling. Not till the familiar crack of apparation reached his ears could he fully hold himself high again. George couldn't see him like this, he wouldn't let him.

With the creaking of the front doors hinges Fred stood, clearing his throat and running a final hand across his puffy, tear stained cheeks. "You're back early, what'd happen you strike out?" He joked, turning only to be met with the equally teary eyes of y/n. Although hers held something else as well - anger. Fred felt cold. What was she doing back here?

"Where do you get the nerve?" She snapped. Freds expression screwed between a mixture of insult and confusion. "Don't you dare, for a second, think you know how I feel." "I do." "No. No you don't! Otherwise you would have realised that I fucking love you too!" "W-what?"

"You think you're the only one? That after all these years together; after all those nights in the Astronomy tower. After all those days you spent by my side as I laid dying in that hospital bed. After all your time spent healing me; that I haven't fallen in love with you?"

"Well...well WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?" "WHY DIDN'T YOU!?"

Freds mouth was open but no words were coming. He let out a defeated breath, leaning against the back of the sofa as the weight of everything set in.

"...when?" "I don't know when I fell. Only when I realised. Guess that was the only good thing to come from that evil, pink bitch being around." Y/n chuckled sadly.

"THEN!? you knew then?" "After your first detention. I bandaged your hand and we spent the night together in the common room. You fell asleep in my lap, that's...that's when I knew."

This was all so overwhelming. So much for the quiet night in. Fred stared fixedly at a point on the side wall in thought, lightly shaking his head, unsure of exactly how he felt or what to do. This was everything he'd ever wanted to hear and that scared him a little bit.

"Look, I didn't say anything because you mean too much to me to ever risk jeopardising what we had and I- I could never find the words to..." Y/n swallowed thickly as all emotion caught in her throat. Taking his hand tightly in hers she tried to ground herself within the moment. The action turning Freds gaze back to hers.

"I thought it mattered what I said, or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. I never want to lose that and if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. All you have to do is just tell me; what do you want?"

Fred watched as the tears welled within y/ns eyes the longer she spoke, he wondered how they ever managed to be so goddamn obliviously stupid, that neither realised.

A soft smile crept across his lips as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "All I've ever wanted...is you." Y/ns whole body relaxed at his words, head falling in relief. Looking back into his eyes she bit her lip to suppress a giddy, lovestruck, smile.

"You've always had me."

#fred weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #hp imagine #harry potter #fred weasley fanfiction

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy part 4/4 of my pieces for day four of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme was song pieces and the last piece I have for this day is a little different than anything I’ve ever written before. You can find all the days of the collab here!

Pairing: Dabi x fem!Reader

Song Choice: Partners In Crime by Set It Off

Warnings: character death, violence, robbery, angst, fluff (in a way)

Word Count: 1.9k

“You'll never take us alive

We swore that death will do us part

They'll call our crimes a work of art”

If there was one thing that always felt right, it was when Dabi and yourself got to work together. It wasn’t often that Shigaraki would let the two of you handle a job on your own, this was one of those rare occasions.

Shigaraki would never let the two of you live down the time that the two of you had spent an entire mission in the hotel room you had rented and forgotten about your actual goal. He had learned his lesson and no longer sent the two of you anywhere that meant you had to stay overnight if others were involved. And Shigaraki knew that your judgment was usually clouded by each other when the going got tough, but he expected that from a couple.

And just like the mission that had put that thought in his head, this one was about to take a turn as well. You hadn’t known that one of the staff members had hit the button under the desk before Dabi had managed to threaten them. This wasn’t supposed to happen today.

Sirens were growing louder and louder in the distance as you began to grow uneasy. You looked over at Dabi and at back the hostages that sat around you, careful not to let them know that you were nervous.

Dabi smiled at you, keeping that air of confidence over himself. His voice was steady and self-assured as he pointed toward you, keeping his other palm open and pointed toward the hostages, ready to activate his quirk when he needed to. “They’ll never take us alive, dollface”

As much as Dabi hated to admit it, he was a little nervous as well. You slowly walked toward him, making sure to keep your quirk active, jamming the phones and other electronics in the area. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep these signals jammed. My time limit is coming up.”

Dabi slowly approached you and placed a hand under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “They’ll call our crimes a work of art, Mi Amor.”

“You'll never take us alive

We'll live like spoiled royalty

Lovers and partners

Partners in crime”

You stared into his eyes, his slightly glancing over at the people on the ground to make sure they didn’t move. His words rang through your ears again as he soothed you. “They’ll never be able to catch us, my darling. We’ll always be partners in crime.”

His words calmed you a little and made you realize what he had been saying. No matter the cost, these officers will never take you in. Dabi would never let that happen. He’d do whatever he had to do to make sure that you were never behind bars. Even if it cost him his life.

“This a tale of reckless love

Living a life of crime on the run

A brush to a gun

To paint these states green and red”

“This money is going to be ours, and we’re going to live like royalty once we get it from them.” He let your face back down and walked backward. He lifted the edge of his shirt and smiled as the gun in his waistband flashed in your eyes. “We’ll get this money and get out of here if I have to shoot our way out.”

Your confidence in him lifted as the evil face he wore so well came back, a growl coming from him as he turned back to the hostages, letting a flame grow on his palm while leaving the gun uncovered.

“Everybody freeze.” Dabi watched as they started to shift around, growing uneasy the closer he came to them.

Dabi reached into the back of his jeans and another gun became visible. He gripped the handle and tossed it to you, nodding toward them. He wanted your help. You held the gun up and pointed it toward them. “Nobody move.”

Dabi grabbed the wrist of one of the staff members and yanked them from the floor, his flames close to them as he laughed. “Take me out back,” He grabbed the bag from the floor and tossed it at the young girl. “Let’s go.”

As he disappeared into the distance you could faintly hear his voice. You kept your weapon trained on them but showed them that it wasn’t all that you had. A crack of electricity snapped around your body as you made it clear that it wouldn’t take much to take them out.

His voice was angry as he raised it toward the girl. “Put the money in the bag or I’ll shoot.” The same self-assured voice came back as he threatened more. “Or better yet, I’ll use you for kindling for my flames.”

There was a pause as you heard a clink come from a safe unlocking. “Empty out the vault and me and my doll will be on our way.”

As he came back around the corner he held his gun up, the bag strapped around his shoulders and his flames erupted even higher around everyone. Your electricity still crackled around you as you were cautious not to take your gun from their sight. “It’s been fun ladies and gentlemen, but I think it’s time that we depart.”

Dabi chuckled as he looked around, now believing that the two of you were about to make it out of this building without any consequences so far. But could you keep that going? He looked to the girl that had just brought him out back and winked a little. “And a special thank you to you, doll.”

A faint sound in the distance caught your attention, almost like someone was hollering outside. You looked around and waited, but when you thought it disappeared you continued on your way. You shook your head and looked back to Dabi. “Love, I think it’s time we get going. We have the money, we can’t stick around. What if someone outside has made a call?”

He nodded in agreement. “We’d love to stick around, but we’ve got things to do and people to see.”

Dabi walked quickly toward the door and stopped, holding his arm out to you to stop you as well. “Damn it. You were right.”

You realized what he was looking at as he swallowed hard. Your nervous voice was barely audible for him. “Where are we gonna go?”

“Shit.” Dabi’s gears turned quickly, he had to figure this out and soon. “They’ve got us pinned.”

As he looked over at you your fear was visible. It was not that he was glad that he had you turned toward him and not facing the people that were still obeying his every word. Your voice was small and worrisome as he listened. “Baby, I'm a little scared.”

There was only one officer out there. The two of you could take him no problem, but he had to figure out how to get out without him alarming more officers to swarm you. Dabi’s tone was harsher than he meant it to be as he barked at you. “Now don't you quit.”

You recoiled at his words and his face softened as he noticed it. Apology written in his eyes as he grabbed onto you. You pleaded with him. “Dabi.” He hated to see you like this and it was now that he was wondering why he had worked so hard to get you out of the hero life and into the villain’s life. Had he been selfish? “They’ve sounded the alarm. I hear the sirens closing in.”

The sound of tires screeching made you both peek around the corner again. More officers approached and you were now surrounded. "This is sheriff’s department!" The speaker from the cars was loud as they called out to you. "Come out with your hands up!" Dabi’s grip on your waist was tighter as he gave you the look that you had been waiting for. "We have the place surrounded!"

He began to move forward, holding his gun out with the hand that wasn’t now gripped to your own. You held yours up as you followed him. "Put your weapons down!" You both ignored their calls as you prepared yourselves for what was about to happen. They repeated themselves as they realized that you weren’t listening. "Put your weapons down!" Dabi looked over at you and you stared back into the eyes of the man that you loved. "Ready men!" His eyes were filled with nothing but admiration as he came to grips with what the two of you were doing. "Aim!" You would never be apart. He wouldn’t let it happen. And you loved him too much to leave him alone. You were meant to be with each other and it was until your demise that you would be that way.

As you watched Dabi’s smile paint his face you thought back on all of the things the two of you had done together, even if your life had been shorter than planned. The nights you had spent in his arms, the days you had spent in each other’s company. All the times you had shared a bed together, every time he told you just how much he loved you. The love that you would share for eternity, in life and in death. They hadn’t won and your sense of accomplishment outweighed the fear that you had as the next word rang out around you, echoing off the building behind you. "Fire!"

“The skies are black with lead-filled rain

A morbid painting on display

This is the night the young love died

Buried at each other’s side”

The League would never understand why their friends had let this happen to themselves. When the television had shown the robbery and showed small glimpses of the people that were leading it, they had known your mission had failed. As they watched you both step out the door and stand in front of the officers their hearts dropped.

Toga stood from her seat and felt her eyes welling with tears. “Please, no.” Her best friends were making the ultimate sacrifice, she couldn’t watch this. “Why would they do that?”

Shigaraki took a deep breath as he listened to the voice of the officers speaking to the two of you. He couldn’t believe he was about to lose two of his best members. Your voice was heard above the commotion as the two of you got the last words. “You never took us alive.”

Dabi smirked and narrowed his eyes. “We swore that death would do us part.”

As the words left his mouth the members of the League watching heard the officer holler out that last order. “Fire.” As the sound of gunshots filling the area erupted from the television the camera panned away, not wanting the viewers to see what was happening in the area.

Twice hung his head and looked around. “Young love died today, but they’ll be together forever now. As it was always meant to be.”

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hello! I'm back with another request if you're ok with it?! Headcanons with Sebastian and Ash falling for the same darling?

I’m so glad you requested something for Ash!! He’s soo underrated when it comes to Yandere stuff!! We all saw in the Anime that Sebastian is way stronger than Ash, but to make this more interesting and fair Ash will be on a similar level of strength in this scenario.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Ash and Sebastian falling for the same darling

🐈‍⬛▫️I already told you what makes Sebastian attracted to the s/o, their scent and the cat-like character. And it’s pretty obvious what Ash’s ideal type is, isn’t it? The most innocent soul on this planet. If you fulfill all this then you’ll have a demon and an angel after you. And this will most likely not end well...

🐈‍⬛▫️I think the s/o is a servant in the Phantomhive manor which means Sebastian was the first one who went Yandere for them. How couldn’t he with their sweet scent and alluring character? Sebastian became quickly possessive over them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash met them for the first time during the curry contest. He already knew that Sebastian was a demon and probably expected the whole household from Ciel to be just a bunch of dirty and rotten souls so imagine his surprise when he caught a glance of the s/o’s soul which was basically radiating of purity. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. How could such a clean soul exist anywhere near such a dark creature like this demon?! His obsession kicked at that very moment in, feeling thrilled that he found such a pure thing like the s/o.

🐈‍⬛▫️Even though Sebastian didn’t know at that time that Ash was a fallen angel he already had a bad feeling about him at that time which came most likely from the fact that he noticed how Ash looked at the darling. He had this look of burning passion in his eyes whilst looking at them, a look which Sebastian knew too well. It was the same look he always had in his eyes when looking at the s/o. He quickly stepped protectively in front of them and sent Ash a silent and warning glare. Over Ash’s face flashed for a short second an angry expression, feeling angry because this...this scum had just blocked this precious clean soul from his view. He was quick to return the glare Sebastian sent him, both glaring at each other with strong dislike and disgust. That’s how it all started...

🐈‍⬛▫️Some time passed until Ash met the darling again, which was when he visited Ciel to inform him about the cult and the queen’s wish to eliminate the cult. During the whole time there was some tension in the air because Ash and Sebastian kept exchanging glares at each other. Sebastian felt the most frustrated since he knew he couldn’t do anything in front of his master and he also knew that telling his master his suspicions wouldn’t be of much help either since Ash was the queen’s personal butler and his master was the queen’s loyal guard dog. Ash also knew that he couldn’t do anything, at least for now, because if Ciel and Sebastian would find out what he really was and what his plans were, he knew that he would get some problems with them.

🐈‍⬛▫️Ash was also clearly annoyed that he couldn’t find you when he had entered the mansion and he knew that this was most likely Sebastian’s fault. How dare this brat to prevent him from seeing you?! When he left the manor he had a clearly annoyed expression on his face, gritting his teeth angrily. But then he suddenly noticed that someone was hiding behind one of the trees in the garden and was peeking from behind the tree trunk at him. Ash quickly noticed that it was you, immediately recognizing the purity which was radiating of from you and called you over with a charming smile on his face. You slowly stepped towards him with a curious look on your face and Ash almost went on his knees and started crying, being amazed at how brilliant your soul was.

🐈‍⬛▫️Sebastian on the other hand was boiling with jealousy when he looked out of the window and saw you and Ash walking next to each other whilst talking to each other. Damn it! Hadn’t he told you to help Baldroy in the kitchen?! But then again, you had told him that you wanted to meet the butler of the queen and if you were interested in something you always made sure to quench your thirst, that was one of these things Sebastian found so charming about you. Your cat-like curiosity. Never in his long demon life Sebastian had ever felt the need to kill someone that strongly like in that moment. Ash noticed how Sebastian was death glaring at him through the window and sent him a smug smile, saying his farewells to you and giving you a kiss on your hand, making sure to send the demon a challenging look and enjoying the blush that was blossoming on your face.Sebastian was fuming with anger and if it wouldn’t have been for his master who noticed how Sebastian almost lost control of himself and ordered him to get a grip of himself he would have probably went berserk then and there.

🐈‍⬛▫️The following weeks were hasty for Sebastian and Ash, but most of all they were stressful for you. Ash had definitely the advantage in here because he was the queen’s butler and was able to manipulate her so for some reason you were often called over to the queen’s palace to stay there for a longer period of time which made Sebastian enraged. He even tried to talk his master into not sending you away, but Ciel told him simply that they were the queen’s personal orders and that this was a chance to enhance the trust from the queen. If you made a good expression there this would automatically have a positive effect for him as well. Sebastian knew that if he would do something to prevent you from going there he would get troubles with his master and Ash so for a long time he was in a bad position.

🐈‍⬛▫️Both of these men here are charming and manipulate and both of them tried to win your affection. Ash often invited you over and showed you around the palace, let you ride on horses and generally let you do things you couldn’t do in the manor. I mentioned in my Hc’s about him that he also wants to impress his darling so he would definitely show them his talent with swords and would basically try to show you that he’s better than Sebastian. He would try to convince you that he was the better choice since he was the queen’s butler and was much more qualified to be your partner than a ‘normal’ butler like Sebastian. Whatever you wish for, he’ll give it to you. Ash would spoil you and shower you in compliments. Sebastian knew that he hadn’t all this money to buy you things you wanted so he relied on impressing you, just like Ash and tried to spoil you in his ways. He couldn’t buy you rings, necklaces and other fancy stuff, but he knew that you were a little gourmet and prepared you very often your favorite meals which made your eyes sparkle with excitement when you saw the mouthwatering food. He also tried to impress you with his intelligence, he did live a long life after all and the look of admiration you would give him whenever he told you something what you were curious about made this man’s chest swell with pride. He would also try to give you a bad image of Ash, telling you that people like him from a higher class often tended to loose interest fast in one woman, especially if she was a normal servant. Sebastian just wants to make sure that he doesn’t break your heart.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Ash, this man would immediately ensure that you would never go back into this manor, would never be anywhere near this demon again. He wouldn’t even let you anywhere near humans again, being scared that they might taint your brilliant and pure soul with their dirty touches and presences. Sebastian on the other hand would feel nothing, but pure demonic rage that even his master will feel a bit intimidated. But here again, Ash has the advantage in here because he controls the queen and Sebastian’s contract with Ciel will keep him from doing anything because Ciel was quick to notice that Sebastian got too attached to you and ordered him to not do anything and that he should just accept the fact that you loved Ash. Sebastian just wanted to kill that boy in that very moment and resented that he had gone into a contract with this brat.

🐈‍⬛▫️If you would choose Sebastian this man would make sure to keep you somewhere where no one can find you because he knows that Ash will bribe the queen to get you back. And that’s exactly what Ash will do. The moment he hears that you have suddenly disappeared he gets this kind of paranoia that will start wars and immediately comes over to the mansion and will start to pressure Ciel, telling him that the queen expects him to find you as soon as possible. After that he makes sure to find Sebastian, yelling enraged at him and demanding him to bring you back to him. Sebastian on the other hand stays surprisingly calm and tells him with an arrogant grin that you chose him and he just made sure that Ash wouldn’t try to change your mind. This made Ash even more angry, he somehow knew that Sebastian wasn’t lying. How dare this demon to taint your innocent mind with his images?! How dare he to take you away from him, your guardian angel?! He was almost about to attack Sebastian, but held back because he knew that this was what the demon wanted. But very soon he would be able to have you all for himself.

🐈‍⬛▫️The moment he reveals that he’s an angel is the moment we’re both men start getting ruthless. Sebastian because now Ciel knows what Ash really is and gives him free hand and Ash because now he doesn’t need to hide his real identity anymore. Now both of them can finally do what they wanted to do from the moment they first saw each other, killing their greatest rival. When Ash burns London down he won’t offer Sebastian to work together, different from in the Anime, but he’ll more likely declare war to him and the final fight between them isn’t anymore about saving Sebastian’s master or purifying London. It’s all about killing each other so the winner can have the most precious thing in the world all for himself, you. Since I made Ash in this scenario stronger, Sebastian will use his demon form from the very beginning, absolutely ready to shred Ash into pieces and the same goes for Ash. I can absolutely see that they’ll destroy the whole town whilst fighting against each other and whoever wins this fight will instantly start searching for you and as soon as he finds you, he’ll make sure that you’re his for eternity.

I’m personally curious, would you choose Ash or Sebastian?

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere ash #yandere ash landers

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