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mickeyswhore · 6 months

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Runaway

Request: hello! ive been having MAJOR house of wax/vincent brainrot....im wondering if you can do a vincent sinclair small fic? or something like that, im not used to fic terms,,,,,, it can be anything you want to write abt :3

A/N: Vincent Sinclair is so pookie, having brainrot about him is so valid and I totally get you, I hope you like it, let me know. 🫶

Summary: After suffering a mental breakdown, you decide to go on a road trip. You stumble upon a small town called Ambrose, and things escalate from there.

Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Warnings: just your run of the mill murder mentions, nothing much and dark undertones, this was low key fluffly.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

After you had a mental breakdown for being too overworked, you decided to go on a road trip so you can relax and just see new places. You avoided the highways because driving on those was extremely depressing so you were in country roads, now you were in Louisiana. It was hot and you were so thankful for your A/C being so powerful.

You decided to stop in a small town that you stumbled upon, it was around 1:00 PM and it was time to get more snacks and water, you parked your car in front of the small shop and you left the car. When you tried to enter the shop, it was locked. You found it odd since it was 24 hours, but you decided to wait to open again, you were in no rush so you decided to wait in your car.

Losing track of time playing games on your phone, you heard someone knocking at your window, you yelled and put your hand on your chest. You looked and you saw a man in a suit, you smiled tightly at him and left the car to be able to talk to him.

“You alright, sugar?” Bo thought it was extremely odd that not even Lester was able to see where you were coming from.

“Yeah, just passing by. I needed to buy some snacks for the journey, but it seems to be closed.” You pointed at the shop and Bo smiled at you.

“I think the owner had to leave for a few hours, you’re than welcomed to wait. But you shouldn’t in the car, come on I’ll walk you around the city, we have a wax museum that’s really cool. I’m Bo, by the way.” He raised his hand for you to shake and you did, you also introduced yourself.

The two of you walked towards the museum, and Bo kept asking questions such as why you were travelling, where you were heading and why you were by yourself. You didn't like the fact that he was almost interrogating you but you tried to keep your answers to a minimum. You weren’t to divulge the state of your mental health for this trip to be possible, you didn't resent Bo, you simply blamed it on southern hospitality so you remained pleasant and polite.

“Here we are, I have the keys to it so I can show you around.” Bo opened the door and allowed you to enter before him and he started telling the story about the museum. “Trudy was the woman that started it all, she had great talent we try to keep her legacy alive.” You looked at the the wax figures and they’re amazing, you’ve never seen anything like this before.

“It’s beautiful, who’s the current artist?” You asked whilst still looking at the statues, it was like nothing you’ve ever seen in your life before.

“His name is Vincent.” Bo informed you, he was watching you admiring Vincent’s work with genuine wonder and that made him smile.

“I’d love to meet him.” That was the only outcome for you, meeting the genius behind these sculptures, you felt a connection with him even though you have no idea who he is.

“He’s, well how do you say it? A recluse?” Bo explained to you and the way you deflated made his heart clench, why was he so affected by your sadness? He already looked at you with this sense of protection, he didn't want to kill you, it was strange.

“That’s a pity, it would be great to meet him.” You looked so sad, and Bo couldn’t have that. Vincent would kill him but if it was a bad idea Vincent was going to kill you anyway.

“Well, he lives down here. You can try to talk to him, can’t make any promises though.” Bo showed you the way and so you did, it was dark and you could tell that candles were lit.

Vincent was freaking out, why would Bo do this? Vincent didn't want to kill you at all, and you seemed very interested in his art. Ever since you and Bo entered the museum, Vincent was admiring you and he wanted to make you his muse.

“Hello? Vincent? I was looking at your art and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’d love to meet you if you want.” The hope in your voice was the most amazing thing for Vincent, you were so respectful and you loved his art Vincent’s heart was skipping a beat, he wanted to get to know you but you would scream and run away as soon as you saw him. “I hope you can hear me, your art is amazing.” Vincent took a deep breath and showed in your field of vision and he couldn’t even look up to your face of disgust.

“Hi! I’m so glad to meet you, Bo said that you were more of an introvert so it’s an honour.” You got close to him and raised your hand to shake Vincent’s, he reluctantly raised his and looked at you and you had the biggest smile Vincent has ever seen. He didn't say anything and you assumed that he was a man of few words. “Well, I think that I should leave you be. You’re probably very busy and I didn't mean to intrude, so I should get going.” Vincent started panicking, he didn't want you to leave.

Vincent grabbed your arm and guided you to one of his almost finished figure, you were admiring Vincent’s work and he was admiring you, your eyes, your cheeks, your complexion. He didn't want you to leave, and he didn't want you to die, he needed you.

“That’s amazing, Vincent. Thank you for showing me this.” You put your hand in his arm and smiled at him warmly, you couldn’t deny that his shy nature drew you in. You wanted to learn more about him, maybe you could stay a bit longer in this town. Vincent nodded and in a bold move, he put his hand on top of yours. “I hope that you can say yes, but totally alright if you don’t…would you like to go out for a cup of coffee with me?” You internally cringed with how awkward you were but Vincent couldn’t help but love it. He nodded and he was glad he did, because he was able to see the biggest smile he has ever seen.

“Great, well I better find a hotel. Do you know any?” Vincent nodded his head, he would need Bo’s help to keep you here. He doesn’t want you to leave.

You’re his, his muse, forever.

Bo already got your car broken when he didn't hear any screams he realised that Vincent didn't want you to leave, at all. Meanwhile, you and Vincent were spending this time contemplating art and talking about it, you were so excited where this was taking you, and Vincent already knew that you weren’t leaving at all.

#vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x y/n #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax 2005 #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader

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voidandabyssal · 5 months

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Stardew Valley Sans x reader!

just a little stardew valley au I've been sitting on for a while, thought I'd share

The bus rumbled with life as it bumbled over the dirt path. The engine purring as it guzzled down gas on the hot spring day. You sighed, leaning your head against the window with your arms wrapped around your suitcase. The sun shone through the fluffy clouds and little rabbits and birds sprung up from the trees in the distant forest; moving about their daily life.

You were the only one on the bus, not counting the bus driver, who occasionally spared you a few strange looks every now and then. No one came out this far, well, at the very least humans never did. You let out a tired sigh as the bus driver sent you another concerned look. Her lips pursed with curiosity, you could tell she wanted to talk.

The long dirt path eventually came to a stop, a rusted bus sign signalling the end of your journey. Thank the stars. You weren’t sure you could put up with her staring anymore. You stumbled out of your seat, struggling to drag your old suitcase down the rickety bus steps.

The bus turns and drives away without a moment's notice. Barely giving you enough time to even breath in your first breath of fresh air in hours. A dusty old bench lines the bus stop with a rusty sign hanging over it.

“Stardew Valley” it says. A delightful little farming community surrounded by acres upon acres of fertile farming ground, lucious rivers, and a large and ancient forest. Your grandfather had lived here all his life, raised your mother here too. He was a farmer and had been relatively successful at it too. “Moondrop Farm” is what he had called it. He used to regale you with stories of how he obtained the land, how he had travelled through the old mines battling slimes and bats until he found a small slip of paper that turned out to be a deed to a large plot of land right outside the town.

You smiled at the memory of your younger self, giggling and falling over with excitement when grandpa began his nighttime stories. You had spent many summers here as a child, only stopping once your grandfather became too ill to manage his little farm and had to be left at the hospital.

You were only twelve when he died, and it seemed like the world shuddered to a halt when he did. You breathed a heavy sigh as your feet finally met cobblestone paths. He had willed Moondrop Farm to you when he died, much to the displeasure of your older cousins.

“Come here when the pressures of life become too much,” he had hoarsely whispered to you as his heart monitor beeped loudly in the background; your mothers sobs echoing out from the hallway.

Now here you were, finally in the town of Stardew Valley. People, no Monsters, turned to look at you oddly as you passed by, determined to find the inn of this village.

A few years ago Mt Ebott had burst open, letting hundreds of thousands of Monsters escape from their stony prison. Many had ended up setting up shop in small communities like Stardew. Away from the big cities, where dangerous Monsterphobic protests were common.

You scanned the town centre. No one you recognised, none of the familiar summer friends or shopkeepers remained. You would have been more disappointed, though you somewhat expected this. Most humans had abandoned their homes when Monsters first came down, most never returned.

Ah well, at least it gave Monsters the opportunity to build their own 100% Monster communities. At least until you move in that is.

Beds of flowers line the stone path, small pop up shops selling magical odds and ends. You send a few friendly waves to the passersby, suitcase clinking as it rolls over the stones. Soon you stumble across the inn. Warm and built with wood from the nearby forest. Puffs of smoke rise out of the chimney. You tilt your head, wouldn’t it be hot? You enter anyway, looking to finally relax after a long day's worth of travel.

“Welcome to the Snowed Inn! How can I help?” a Bunny Monster perks up as you enter, her long fluffy ears twitching at the sound. She leans forward, taking you in as she does.

“Yeah, I just need a room for one night” you answer back. She nods, bouncing on her feet as she quickly moves to retrieve the small door key off the hook. The inn emanated comfort. Thick, colourful rugs decorated the walls and large windows with small pots of plants growing provided needed greenery and fresh air. Small couches squared away to the sides with wood coffee tables let guests sit comfortably as they awaited their next activity.

“So, anything fun to do around here?” you ask, the rabbits eyes twinkled with excitement, literally, you’re pretty sure you saw a few stars form in her eyes.

“Totally! There’s Grillbys, the theatre oh or you could wander through the forest. Apparently there’s some creepy old wizard deep in it” she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but smile along with her antics.

“I’ll try and check all those things out, thanks” you wave goodbye to her as you walk down the small hallway. Old oil paintings decorate the wall, each depicting a familiar scene of the town. Occasional doors would disrupt the pattern of paintings. Old oak doors with old rusted door knobs. ‘005’ the number plate on your door glints in the overhead light, despite the age and clear lack of care.

The inn had seen better days that was for sure. You remembered when you were a child and ol’ Gus would be manning the front desk, handing out small lollies for you and the rest of the children. A smile always graced his chubby, tanned face.

It didn’t surprise you to see that Monsters had taken over the inn. He’d probably packed his bags and moved over to greener pastures when all that tourist revenue dried up. Turns out, more people were scared of Monsters than curious of them.

The large, fluffy bed welcomed you. Your tired feet sway as you fall face first into the bed, slipping your shoes off and throwing them across the room. Your suitcase lies abandoned on the wood floor.

You drape the blankets over you, even with the hot dry day outside, you can’t help but snuggle under the blankets. Sleep catches you quicker than you expect. Darkness pulling at the edges of your vision and the soft pillows letting you nod off. The ride here had been tenuous and bumpy. You’d almost gotten off at the wrong stop, multiple times.

You glance over to your suitcase, the small torn and worn letter that held your future was carefully tucked away there. The small deed gave you the promise of the farm and all that was on it to you. It had been years since grandpa had died, you hoped the farm wasn’t too bad. You groaned, cursing your impulsiveness. You should have checked if the farm was even liveable! Ah well, that would be a problem for tomorrow's you.

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The ringing of your alarm sends you jolting upright, curses falling from your mouth as you smash down onto the snooze button.

“Five more minutes” you mumble, digging your head further into the pillow. Five minutes go by and your alarm sets off again, this time you get out of bed and trudge over to your suitcase. Throwing on an old pair of pants and a shirt, something you didn’t care about if it got dirty.

You waved good morning to the bunny receptionist, luggage trailing behind you as you walked out the door and followed the stone path. Not many people populated the street, it makes sense, it’s some ungodly hour in the morning. You're still tired, rubbing at your sleepy eyes.

Finally the small town buildings disappear and a long dirt path leads you to your destination. Tall dense trees dot the landscape and you even spot a large lake deeper into the woods. You grin at the memories of that lake, stars the size of the fish in there! You hoped it was all still there.

You sighed with relief when your grandfather's cabin finally appeared from the distance. Yeesh, maybe you should have checked it over. Vines spread over the outside walls, twisting and curling and pulling the wood apart. Spiders webs hung along the patio and broken glass dusted the floor of it. Looks like someone threw a rock through one of the windows. A small bird's nest had been built along the sharp edges of the window.

“Please have nothing gross inside, Please have nothing gross inside!” you whispered as you tugged on the door.

SNAP!

Shit, the handle fell off…the handle fell off!

You stare down indignantly as your hand holds the now broken off door knob. The door swings open, revealing split floor boards, cobwebs and a dinky little bed shoved into the corner of the room. You don’t even try to explore the rest of the house. The upstairs and downstairs floors seem completely rotten and there was no way you could afford a broken leg. Not with so much to do.

You turn back outside grabbing the small bag of seeds from your suitcase as you do. Parsnips, perfect for a beginner farmer. Easy to grow, don’t need a lot of attention and people like them!

You wander to the old and crumbling greenhouse. You don’t even bother giving it an inspection, you can already guess the repairs will be extensive, right now you just need your grandfather's old tools. Aha! The rusty old hoe lies on the ground, alongside all his other tools. Watering can, pickaxe, axe, scythe, and most importantly, his trusty stone sword.

You remembered when he used to toss that sword to you and pretend to be some great big slime and would chase you about his cabin, roaring and laughing all the way. Your heart warms at the tender memory.

Stars you missed him. He always knew what to say, what to do, and how to move forward. You could never, too awkward for your own good.

With that being said; the dirt is tilled, the seeds are planted and watered and only a few hours have passed by!

You look on, proud of your small garden. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

The sun starts to dip from the sky, beautiful hazes of purple and blue colour the sky, signalling dusk. Your eyes were caught by the heavy puffs of smoke that flew into the sky.

You didn’t know you had neighbours. They must be knew, when grandpa worked the farm it was only himself around for miles.

Your stomach growled and tightened with hunger. Ugh, maybe they’d show some of that famous Stardew hospitality and invite you for dinner. You really didn’t want to walk all the way back to town for dinner.

You followed the smoke, catching the scent on the wind and traipsing down the dusty path.

Soon the neighbours' farm came into view. Luscious fruit trees grown in perfect lines and organised by type, barns and coops filled with the whooping of animals and rows upon rows of growing fruit and vegetables. Fat bees fluttered around the wildflowers, fluttering back to the busy bee hives.

Your jaw dropped. This looked like it took years of hard work and dedication. Stars you weren’t even sure your grandfather was this organised.

The homestead was even more spectacular. Tall and warm it was practically a mansion with how big it was. Though tastefully so, in a rustic, homely type way. The top level had a small balcony people could walk out on and beautiful glass stained windows lined the wooden walls.

Bile of shame rose to your throat as you raised your hand to knock on the door. How could you ever compete with people like this?! Maybe you should just go home, throw in the towel before you have a chance to be proven wrong.

“HELLO HUMAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE?!” you screech out terrified, jumping back and nearly falling down the entrance stairs. A tall, skinny skeleton with a floppy straw hat looks down on you, his brow bone raised questioningly.

You fluster out a response, stumbling over your words and completely failing to hide it, “uh, well I’m your new neighbour! I-uh I just moved in and I thought I should introduce myself” you raise your shaking hand out in greeting. The skeleton theatrically gasps and grasps your hand tightly, shaking vigorously.

“I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I’M GLAD YOU’VE FINALLY COME DOWN! COME IN! COME IN! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SERVE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI!” you are urged in by Papyrus, his hand pressing warmly against your back. The delicious smell of food makes your stomach grumble in protest. You flush as you try to ignore the hunger in your belly, as well as the exhaustion nipping at your eyelids.

Papyrus escorts you into his living room, talking loudly all the way there. Though you're too focused on your hunger to really pay attention to him.

“NOW! WAIT HERE HUMAN, THE FOOD SHOULD BE READY SOON. SANS! COME MEET OUR NEIGHBOUR!”

“Comin’ bro” a much quieter but deeper voice announces. You let out a quiet screech as a smaller skeleton appears next to you on the couch. This skeleton was much closer to you in height and much bigger than his brother. He looked round and soft, which shouldn’t really be possible considering he was only made of bone. Your face flushed an even deeper red as your eyes followed down to his arms. Completely bone, but much thicker than a humans. You pondered if his bones worked like muscles? Either way you couldn’t keep your eyes off them

“Heya kiddo, whatcha leafing at?” he snickered at his own pun, Papyrus groaned loudly from the kitchen.

“N-nothing!” you stumbled out, body tensing with embarrassment as you shifted further down the couch. The thick skeleton moved down with you. You turned your face to the wall, trying desperately to hide the heavy blush that had doomed you.

“Hehe, names Sans, Sans the Skeleton” he offers his hand, grinning widely as you shake it.

“I’m the new farmer at Moondrop Farm. I thought I should meet the neighbours. Since we’re, yanno, the only ones out here” well at the very least Sans seems charmed by your anxiousness more than anything.

One of his thick arms reaches up and wraps it around the back of the couch, right where your own tense body was.

“Moondrop farm? Didn’t think anyone would ever move there. Aside from some racoons” you’ve noticed now that unlike Papyrus, he has large green lights in his eye sockets. The colour of a forest on a sunny day, the lights twitch and move, much like a human's own pupils. Fascinating.

“DINNER IS READY!” you glance away from Sans, looking behind him to the dining room where you can see Papyrus’s tall body placing your meals.

“Well, don’t want dinner to get cold-” you look back to Sans, only to find him gone. Completely disappeared from his seat. You quirk an eyebrow, confused.

When you take your seat at the table. A beautiful plate of pasta with a thick tomato sauce spread across it is served to you. A small garnish of basil provided some needed greenery.

“Thank you Papyrus, I’m sure it tastes amazing” Papyrus blushes, green dusting across his face.

“Yeah bro, you oregano put a lot of effort into dinner”

“SANS NO PUNS AT THE TABLE!” Papyrus huffed, taking his own seat and digging into his dinner.

Though Sans mostly stays quiet throughout the dinner, you and Papyrus spend much of it talking. You’re eager to learn all there is to farm and Papyrus glad to have someone new and interesting to talk to.

“AMAZING! THE CITY SEEMS TO BUSY. EVERYTIME ME AND SANS VISIT I HAVE TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T GO WANDERING OFF, OR ELSE I WON’T FIND HIM TILL THE END OF THE DAY!” he exclaims, you giggle. Unaware of Sans eyelights on you.

“It seems overwhelming but once you get used to it it gets easy” a humorous glint passes over your eyes, “just train to remember the route, that’s all” Papyrus gasps dramatically, pointedly turning to Sans who lets out a wheezing laughter.

“SANS! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THEM! YOU’VE TURNED THEM TO THE DARK SIDE!”

“Hay there, that’s all them bro” an undignified groan of brotherly annoyance fills the room. Papyrus dragging his hands down his face.

“BROTHER!” you raise your hands, signalling surrender.

“Alright, alright, we’ll leave you alone,” you say, still chuckling at the brothers' interactions. It seemed unfamiliar to you, to have a family that was so close and so bonded. Your own siblings had been much older than you, and much less interested in you. They had moved away from home as soon as possible and had never been back.

Dinner resumes, with much less puns this time. Sans now joining in on the conversation, adding in his own humorous thoughts on the topic. Alongside giving the occasional tip.

“Middle of spring now, think there’s any time to plant anything?” you ask. Both brothers nod, each adding their own opinion.

“OF COURSE! NOTHING LARGE, TOO LATE FOR THAT BUT SOMETHING SMALL AND EASY LIKE PARSNIPS WOULD BE PERFECT!”

“Potatoes could be good, everyone loves those”

You nod sagely, taking in their advice. Well, you’d already planted some parsnip seeds, maybe potatoes would be a good addition.

Soon your plate is empty, all that delicious homemade food settling into your stomach.

“Oh, I can wash the dishes, it’s no worry!” you try and take the plates from Papyrus’s hand, though he just shakes you off.

“NONSENSE HUMAN! YOU ARE A GUEST! GO! I’LL BE DONE IN A FEW MINUTES. I THINK SANS IS STILL ON THE COUCH” he rushes away before you can insist. Damn those long legs!

Though you do go follow Papyrus order and sit beside Sans. T.V plays on in the background as you both watch on in comfortable silence.

A shiver crawls down your spine as a cold gust of wind makes it through the home. Sans eyelights watch as you hunch over, trying to shield your arms from the cold snap.

“Here,” he shrugs off his blue hoodie, pulling it over your shoulders.

“Oh! You don’t need to do that Sans! You’ve been too nice!” he shakes his head, pulling you closer to his warm body. Instinctively, you can’t help but huddle closer to him. He’s like a furnace! You duck your head into his chest. ‘Go big or go home’, you think, silently hoping you don’t overstep some boundary, that Sans doesn’t snap to his senses and toss you to the curb.

Your heart quickens as Sans raises his arm, you tense, readying for him to shove you away. His arm tucks against your back, holding you tightly as he keeps his eyelights focused on the T.V.

The quiet pattering of Papyrus, the soft sounds of the T.V and Sans own chest rising and falling lulls you quickly. His hand rubs your back in small circles; easing you into a comfortable rest.

Snores and unintelligible grumbles fill the living room as you and Sans lean up against one another in a comfortable sleep, holding one another tightly as you did.

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#should i do more??#ngl i already got some ideas cooking up in my mind #voidimagines #sans undertale #undertale au #sans x reader

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 2 years

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Coming Home (Part 3)

Azriel x Reader

Part one | Part Two

Hi! I would just like to preface this part by saying that I know some things probably don’t accurately line up with the events of Rhysand’s history…I’ve kind of muddied the waters with that one for the sake of the story. But who cares? We’re all here for the Azriel content anyway! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mention of trauma.

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Trouble.

How could you have forgotten the endearing nickname that Azriel had once had for you? One that nobody but him had ever called you? A nickname born from all the times he’d stumbled upon you making mischief and turned a blind eye. All the situations you’d managed to talk your way out of that had resulted in no more than a funny story. And as you got older, your shameless flirtatiousness.

Trouble. You’d used to love it when he called you that. It’d had you glowing, had you feeling special. He had been undeniably fond of you, and the soft, jesting nickname had always been testament to that.

You sat in the kitchen the next morning, that very nickname the only thing clanging around your head and keeping you awake. The rest of the house was still dead quiet, not even a creaking floorboard interrupting your silent brooding. The events of the day before both filled you with warmth — and an ice cold realisation.

It didn’t matter how many years had passed — one hundred or ninety-nine and a half — you were still just as in love with Azriel as you had been when you’d walked away from Velaris.

“You’re up early.”

You jumped out of your thoughts, glancing up just as Feyre stepped into the kitchen, slipper-clad feet whispering against the floor. Her hair was unbound, and she wore just a modest nightgown and a robe tied around it. She truly was beautiful.

“My mind woke me up.” You admitted, smiling.

“Ah. I worried that perhaps the idiots had woken you up when they hurried out for their snowball fight.”

You snorted. “They still do that?” The memory made your heart warm. “But, no, I have to blame all the excitement from yesterday for me being awake.”

The smile she returned suggested otherwise — that she expected it was down to more than just lingering excitement. She passed you and poured herself a cup of tea, sitting at the table.

“Thank you for welcoming me.” You said. “I’m sorry I turned up so suddenly. I just…”

“Worried that you’d back out of coming because of your feelings for a certain Spymaster?”

You choked on a swallow of your own tea, your cheeks heating. “What?”

Feyre smiled gently. “Call it female intuition. Or perhaps I just have a keen eye for these things. I couldn’t help but notice some…tension between the two of you.”

Gods, if Feyre had picked up on it within hours of being in the same room as you, it must have been obvious to every single one of them. You wanted the ground to swallow you up.

She read that very thought on your face, emitting a soft laugh. “I don’t think anyone else observes these things quite as much as I do, don’t worry.”

You did worry. But you inclined your head in thanks all the same. Your unrequited feelings would no doubt become obvious to everyone eventually.

“Can I ask…” Feyre cleared her throat. “How long have you…?”

“Been in love with him?” Just saying it had your cheeks burning even more. You slapped a hand to them like you were trying to smother flames. “…Pretty much since I was old enough to recognise such feelings for what they were. It was always…different, with Az.”

Her head fell into a tilt. “How so?”

Good question. You sat back in your seat, chewing your lip. Traversing places far from home had afforded you the time and freedom to stow these thoughts away to the very corners of your mind. It had been a while since you’d sat and thought of them in such detail. But it was inevitable that you would return to brooding over it, with your homecoming.

“Well…” You hummed quietly, thoughtfully. “Obviously Rhys is my brother. Our mother had me much later than him…and our father had no interest in me whatsoever. I’ve never known why. But even though Rhys was exploring his young adulthood, finding out who he was, dealing with war, he didn’t hesitate to take over that fatherly role so that I didn’t miss out. He was naturally protective of me, and Cassian and Azriel were part and parcel of that protection. But whereas I always had a sibling-type relationship with Cas…as I grew, I was never able to emulate that same feel with Azriel.”

As Feyre nodded slowly, you laughed at the memory of your younger self. “They were around a lot when I was young. I used to sneak out of our mother’s cottage in Windhaven and follow them to the training rings because I so badly wanted to be able to do what they did. One of the Illyrians found me hiding and watching one day and thought he’d teach me a lesson for sneaking around where I wasn’t welcome. He was just hauling me over his shoulder when Az came out of nowhere and made him regret it. Then he ditched his training to make sure I got home safely. That was when the crush began.”

Feyre laughed softly. “Sounds exactly like the noble princes in human stories.”

“That was exactly how I saw him.” You chuckled. “I hung off his every word after that. When I would sneak out to watch them train, it solely became him I would watch. When the three of them would stumble home, covered in dirt and sweat, and sit down for dinner, it was Az I would sit next to. I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of him.”

You swallowed then, the more painful memories pushing to the front of your mind and souring your mouth.

“...When my mother and I were attacked by Tamlin’s family…and she died…everything changed.” You cleared a lump in your throat. “I barely survived. I was so gravely injured that I was unconscious for days and days, and Madja thought I may never wake. When I did, I awoke to the knowledge that both my parents were dead, and Rhys was now High Lord. I don’t think any amount of training or court posturing could have truly prepared him for such a sudden responsibility…and on top of that, he had me — a traumatised teenager — to look after.”

You knew from the letters between you and Rhys while you’d been away that Feyre’s own teenage years hadn’t been the easiest. To talk to somebody new and fresh — somebody who hadn’t been there with you at the time — was something you hadn’t realised you needed so badly. It was…cathartic. The easing of a weight that perpetually lived on your shoulders.

“I didn’t make it easy for Rhys.” You admitted. “For the first couple of years, I completely went into myself. I didn’t talk about what Tamlin’s father had done to me. I was…a shell. And he was worried sick. And then in my mid-teens, I began to act out. To drink, to get myself into trouble…to the point that even Cassian began to tell me off. They didn’t know what to do with me or my behaviour, and they had enough to deal with. Enough responsibility. I got yelled at by Rhys and Cas a lot.”

Feyre looked at you curiously. “And what about Azriel?”

“Azriel had a more gentle approach.” You smiled. “He had a lot of trauma of his own and I think he understood me on a different level. By the time I was reaching my late teens, he began to train me, to teach me how to channel my pain and trauma into something productive. Sometimes we would talk, and sometimes we would just enjoy silence together. I began to change…to heal. I was becoming an adult, and my relationship with my brother…with everyone…improved. I began to enjoy life again…to have nights out at Rita’s and family meals and late night walks through the city with people I cared for. And that connection between Azriel and I remained…and strengthened. I thought he enjoyed being with me as much as I enjoyed being with him. That he might have similar feelings to mine. I guess I’d gotten inside my own head, and it never occurred to me that he could never see me like that.”

“…so?”

“So I tried to kiss him. On Starfall. I was twenty and totally in love with him by that point…” You met Feyre’s gaze, chuckling softly. “But he pushed me away and began to apologise for giving me the wrong impression. I was so mortified and hurt that I left. For almost an entire century.”

Feyre grinned. “You don’t do things by halves.”

“Nope.”

Gods, it was so good to just talk. You could talk to Mor, of course, but the waters there were slightly muddied…by Az’s feelings for her. Amongst other things. You hadn’t thought you’d ever see a day where Azriel wasn’t pining for her.

And now there was Elain.

You cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. “…are Azriel and Elain…” You didn’t want to offend Feyre, being her sister and all.

It surprised you when Feyre rolled her eyes. “Gods, don’t even get me started on that.” She shook her head in disapproval. “Both Elain and Nesta had a lot of choice taken from them when they went into the cauldron. I don’t think Elain’s issue with her mate is so much a problem with Lucien as it is a problem with yet another fate being decided for her. I think…whatever she feels for Azriel is almost a way of her rebelling against the cauldron or the mother and choosing something for herself. And perhaps it’s a similar situation with Az…when he gave up on hope where Mor is concerned. He decided to take some of that choice back.”

You nodded slowly in thought. It made sense…but it was also equally likely that Azriel and Elain were just two people drawn to each other, mates or no mates. That there wasn’t some ulterior reason behind it. They just wanted each other.

And Azriel would never want you. You knew this. You would always be Rhys’s sister he was so fond of, a lost person he empathised with, connected with in pain and trauma.

That was all. But you didn’t want to stew on those thoughts yet again.

Feyre seemed to sense this. She smiled brightly, sitting up. “So. Now that you’re back, what do you plan to do?”

That was a better subject. “I dropped by to see Madja when I entered Velaris. She gave me a lecture, of course, about disappearing for so long.” You grinned. “And then she asked me to work in her clinic. She says she’s old and tired and wants to take a step back, have a more background role. So I guess I’m going to be Velaris’s senior healer. That’ll keep me busy.” Busy enough to ignore my feelings, you didn’t add.

“Perfect.” Feyre grinned. “…I’m really glad you decided to come back, you know. Rhys is over the moon. And it’ll be like having another sister around.”

A sister you’d never had. You smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

Maybe you could make this return a good thing. Maybe it didn’t have to be overshadowed by heartache and past experiences.

Maybe you could eventually put your feelings aside and begin to heal from them.

⧪

Two weeks.

It took only two weeks for you to feel like you’d never left. You’d reacquainted yourself with Velaris and its people, visited your old haunts, caught up with old friends — and old lovers.

What had kept you mostly busy was setting yourself up in Madja’s clinic. Her taking some time off meant that you were either constantly seeing people at the clinic or, occasionally, being called out to an emergency somewhere in the city. It was what you lived for — helping people. Healing them. You were content.

A great gust of cold air blew into the clinic just before you were about to close up that evening. You looked up in time to see Mor flouncing in, her cheeks bitten by the cold and a gleam in her eye. She skipped over to the counter, grinning at you.

“Guess what.”

As you tidied various medical supplies away, you raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips. “You asked out that Illyrian female you were telling me about?”

“No.” She said quickly — it saddened you that she glanced around, worried even now that someone was listening. “No, not that. We’re having a party.”

You suppressed a groan. The last two weeks had exhausted you; you were pretty sure you were still recovering from the Solstice celebrations. And the reunions. The thought of another Inner Circle party so soon made you wince.

“We just had a party.” You pointed out. “The Winter Solstice was two weeks ago.”

“Ah, but this party is for you. Rhys is arranging the whole thing as we speak.”

“There’s really no need for—“

“No, no, there is.” That mischief in her eye glinted like Starlight. “You see, we’re due for a trip to The Hewn City. One we all have to attend so nobody thinks we’ve become complacent and uninterested in the Court of Nightmares. And I know how much you always loved pissing my father off. What better way than to throw an arrogantly lavish party to celebrate your return? Consider it a homecoming gift. You know Keir will hate every second of it.”

You snorted — you had to admit, that did sound good. Seeing your uncle for the first time in years wasn’t something you’d ever rush to do, but to throw an extravagant party in the court that Keir liked to pretend he owned would bring you more satisfaction than you’d admit.

Mor read those very thoughts on your face, letting out an excited squeal. “Excellent. I’m going to get you an amazing dress, do your makeup—“

“Whoa, Mor, wait—“

“It’ll be great. You’re going to look incredible.” Without even considering your protest, she flounced back towards the door, one hell of a spring in her step.

“Az won’t be able to take his eyes off you when I’m done with you!” She called over her shoulder. And just like that, she was dancing out of the clinic as quick as the breeze she’d brought in with her, just the chiming bell above the door left behind.

You stared after her, stunned, her words leaving a swirl of nerves and anticipation — and surprise — in your gut.

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finduilasclln · 1 year

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Welcome to my Buddie Fic Rec List!

Since I read so many Buddie fics, and some of them are so good, I thought I’d share them in some handy lists. I’ll be posting them in different categories, and you will be able to find all the posts HERE.

Disclaimer: Always read the tags and warnings! Also, tastes differ. These are my personal favorites, which doesn’t mean they’ll automatically be yours of course.

If you want to reblog and add some of your own favorites that fit the category, please be my guest! I always love discovering new fics. I will also add new recs of my own whenever I stumble upon them.

One last thing: Please like and comment when you’ve had a nice read. It means so much to authors to hear your thoughts! And don’t hesitate to share this post and spread the love for these fics around!

Buddie Fic Rec: "Lightning Strike / Buck's Coma".

Fics that are dealing with episodes 6.10 and 6.11 aka Buck getting hit by lightning and his subsequent coma. (Speculation as well as canon compliant)

It only falls into place when you're falling to pieces, by justhockey || 4759 words ||

“You don’t deserve him,” Eddie says. “You never have, and you never will.”

And then he hangs up the phone and lets out a ragged breath - one it sounds like he’s been holding for much longer than the length of that conversation.

It makes Buck’s fingers itch with the urge to reach out and touch him. He’s reached through fire and over cliff sides, across blood-soaked asphalt and between a decades worth of trauma, all for Eddie. This - this is nothing.

one more tomorrow, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 4438 words ||

He presses Buck’s hand into his forehead and breathes in the scent of antiseptic that lingers on Buck’s skin. He doesn't understand how he missed so many clues, doesn't know how he's been so clueless. But he thinks that some part of him did know that he was in love with Buck, because he put him in his will and made him Christopher’s guardian. Some part of him, deep down, knew what Eddie himself didn’t even realize.

He exhales and squeezes Buck’s hand again. It’s not supposed to be like this – the will doesn’t cover this. It was never supposed to be Buck that goes first.

“Bobby,” he whispers, voice cracking as he closes his eyes against the dorsum of Buck’s hand again. “What am I going to do?” -- Or, in the hospital, Eddie waits, and thinks, and dreams.

coming back as we are, by markofalover (@markofalover) || 4178 words ||

“Hey, Buck,” Maddie cuts in, soft. “Evan. Look at me.”

Buck looks at her. His heart rate is up, he can hear it on the monitor, and the nurse is looking between them with a raised brow. He’ll have to remember to apologize later, after he gets to his—

“They’re in the waiting room.”

...or, wherever he was, Buck comes back.

the tide comes (and goes and goes), by renecdote (@renecdote) || 3402 words ||

It’s almost funny that Eddie brought him to the beach today. To the ocean. He doesn’t know—can’t know, Buck hasn’t told anyone—but Buck feels unbearably seen by it anyway. He almost wishes Bobby was here too, so he could let his captain wrap an arm around his shoulders and say, “See? It didn’t take either of us.”

(That’s not true though, is it? It took them, it just didn’t keep them.)

Buck, Eddie, the beach, and conversations about okay.

For BTHB: hyperventilating

like the peel clings to the pomegranate, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 3482 words ||

Buck startles awake to Chris prying his eye open. Chris’s concerned expression swims into his vision as both eyes adjust, squinting at the morning sun streaming in through the window.

“You’ve been sleeping for fourteen hours,” Chris deadpans. Buck is still half asleep, but he catches the slight waver in his voice, can see his eyebrows furrowed as he watches Buck carefully. “You went to bed at seven last night, and now it’s nine in the morning.”

“Nine in the morning, huh?” Buck’s own voice resembles more of a croak as he sits up, muscles aching and head still throbbing. It’s all a result of being struck by lightning and in a coma for a few days, he knows, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

But what he does like is the smell of Eddie’s sheets, the pictures of him and Eddie and Chris on Eddie’s bedroom walls. He likes the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him in the middle of the night, making sure that he’s okay and breathing.

“Christopher.” Eddie’s voice hisses through the crack in the bedroom door. “I told you not to bother him.” -- Or, Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.

Raise my hand before I can speak my mind, by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 1696 words ||

“My name’s Eddie, by the way. Eddie Diaz.”

“Buck,” Evan says in response, before frowning. He’s never introduced himself as Buck in his entire life. “Uh—I mean—my name is Evan but…"

“But your friends call you Buck?”

Evan wants to say no, actually, because they don't. The youngest Buckley sibling has always gone by his first name, or his full surname. Never anything in between. The closest he’s ever come to having a nickname is when kids like to call him Mr Bee! And he buzzes back in response, but….Buck? No, that’s...that's new..

Eddie meets his son's favorite teacher, although it's not technically their first meeting at all... aka a coma!dream meet-cute.

let me know you (bedhead and morning breath), by burnthatbridge (@burnthatbridge) || 6157 words ||

When Eddie wakes, it’s to Buck’s arm slung across his chest, Buck’s ankle hooked over his, and Buck’s erection pressing into his hip.

Two out of three of those aren’t unusual.

It’s six weeks since the lightning. Five weeks and two days since Buck woke up. Four weeks and three days since he was released from hospital. Four weeks exactly since he came home, came to stay at the Diaz house while he recuperates, like he should have from the start.

It’s been three weeks and four days since they started sharing the bed.

or: Buck hasn't gotten off since the lightning strike. Eddie watches him do something about it.

Fragile lines (and wasted time), by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 7457 words ||

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin.

But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed.

“I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed..

While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

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I will be adding my own fics that fit the category, in case you want to read those too:

lights will guide you home, by Finduilas || 916 words ||

Buck and Eddie have a talk after Buck gets back from the hospital.

#Buddie #Buddie fic rec #911 #Buddie fic #Fin's fic rec list #NEW CATEGORY!#Because this one needs a new page :)

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TOY POODLE SUNGHOON (1)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: you were in your 3rd year of college, you needed a job since you did not just want to laze around during the holidays. what better way than to get a job at the ice rink where you've trained before. you just didn't expect your co-worker to be so...handsome.

warnings: idk if there is any but if there is do tell me!!

word count: 538 words

NOTE: before anyone gets confused, you trained for 7 years. which means you started liking ice skating at 8 years old. trained more seriously by 10 and ended ice skating at 15. hence it's 7 years.

as a child, you've always loved the cool air blowing against your skin. it was a nice feeling. we all knew that autumn and winter only came around once a year so you couldn't always experience it.

which was why, your mom had brought you to an ice skating rink. she urged you to go over and enjoy skating on the slippery surface (after a short training with an instructor for first timers, of course).

shortly after getting the hang of ice skating, you start to realise how fun it was. that same afternoon, you had begged your mom to sign you up for skating classes. before you knew it, by the age of 10, you were taking it seriously. the adrenaline never leaving you.

however, all good things must come to an end. by the time you turned 15, you stopped training to focus on school more. you had dreams of becoming an ice skater but you couldn't face the huge crowd. not when you had stage fright. sure, you won a couple gold medals in your 7 years but it was simply it.

now you were 20, coming back to the rink in 5 years. it was your 3 year in college now. you were almost done with it, you were planning to get a small side job as a ice skating teacher down at the local rink you used to play at. it would at least sustain you for the time being during your break.

"hi, i'm here to talk to chaewon?" you asked the moment you spot a staff. you didn't notice who you stumbled upon but the moment your eyes met with his. you were in awe.

his white ears adorning his white/silverish hair, a small fluffy tail wagging as he stares at you. god, why was so handsome too!

oh he was a hybrid. just like your friends in college.

"oh, she's in the back. would you like me to call her?" the boy says.

"umm sure." he nods before going over to bring out chaewon.

the said girl only grumbles as she's being ushered out of the storage room. she stops the moment she meets you.

"oh (name)!!" chaewon smiles before hugging you. her long striped tail curling up around your ankle (a welcome thing she does). "i'm so sorry, i got caught up in the organising the storage room. forgot you were coming over. anyways, you've already got the job! so would you like to help me or help sunghoon over here with the kids?"

oh so the fine man's name was sunghoon.

"it's been a while since i've been on ice so i'd like to take a spin at taking care of the kids." you say. chaewon smiles.

"that's the spirit! i'll leave you and sunghoon to handle this then. the kids get a little rough at times so be careful." chaewon warns. you nod.

you turned to sunghoon.

"well, get your skates on. we have to supervise some kids coming at 1pm." sunghoon says before he walks away. it was a completely different persona to how he was when he first noticed you.

something about this tells you, sunghoon did not really welcome you. just a thought.

taglist[open]: @nyfwyeonjun @luvkait @hello-stranger24 @cowsidfk @tzuyusluv @beans-and-jeanes

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xevrq · 1 year

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A comfort and a warm.

Ft. Childe/Ajax

Cw : Male Reader, Reader's a florist! Story written from Childe/Ajax POV Ooc childe sobs. RUSHED ASF. Not proofread

Summary : Ajax has always been a lonely person who kept his burden all by himself, but not until a certain boy came to his life and lit his hollow soul ablaze.

A/N : its alr the end of the year lol, i just wanna say a lots and tons of sorry for being so inactive, basically school is destroying my sanity and i've been trying to finish my last request (very sorry to the anon) anw im writing this to fill my blog since its so empty

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After the abyss incident Ajax could feel that he was nothing but a living corpse that seek nothing but power, even when his family was always by his side and comforting him every night saying how grateful they were that he came back home in one piece, yes he may physically came home in one piece but what about his inner mind? Is he still the cheerful and innocent Ajax they used to know?

Ajax's family were very much aware about his abyss incident, and they were aware about how his mental condition were worsening when he joined the Fatui and yet they said and did nothing about it.

He had it said to himself that the day when the fatui took him in, "This is the end of my youth and the beggining of my day as a warrior, from today onward i promise I'll be stronger to protect those i care about." And thus he left his innocence behind and built himself a mask that he hoped will cover any remant of his childhood self.

Sure the masks of personality he built worked, but at what cost?

Ajax felt as if he was hollow, he wondered to himself if he was still alive at this point, everything he said everything he do felt meaningless even when he came home to the welcoming arm of his family he felt that something inside him were missing, sure he may looked happy but.. is that what he truly felt?

But even after all of that, he remembers one certain incident where... he met a certain boy that changes his view of world.

He remembers vividly, it was a pretty sunny day on liyue, as always ajax was wandering aimlessly whilst admiring the calming and busy atmosphere and even occasionally saying Hi to whoever he met whether it was colleagues or just someone he happens to know, that's until he stumbled upon a very familiar face, You.

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"Goodmorning comrade, is the flower selling well today?" I said to the person as i fasten up my pace and jumping giddily, a liyuean florist whom i and the other Liyuean people adored, because of his well known calm and reserved demeanor and a sweetest smile he earned a sweet title by the children as a "Sunflower Boy"

"Goodmorning, what should i call you today eh, Maybe young master?" He said while chuckling softly, Sadly unbeknownst to the liyue people He an Fatui Agent, A cold blooded killer hiding behind the sweet smile face that watches all over the Liyue.

"Aw come on (Name), lets put the work aside" ajax turned his gaze towards you while fiddling with the flower on display, "This looked fresh, when did u picked this qingxin?" He asked.

"Last mission, i found a place with lots qingxin so why not harvest it from there?" Heh last mission huh?

"Wasn't the last mission i sent u on was a bloodbath?" I said to him.

Huft... you sighed, "if you want to talk the details about the last mission we better not do it here, Childe."

"Oh? Calling by my codename rather than Tartaglia huh? Interesting" he chuckled, "is it a one step of getting closer?"

Honestly if i could ho and visit you everyday, I would.

"Anyway Childe, what brings you here?" He asked while organizing the flower bouquet.

"Well, i just wanted to see you. Beside i needed a flower for teucer, how much for this one" he said while pointing to a flower bouquet, "that one pretty, im sure teucer would love it."

"Teucer huh? Wait.. Teucer is here??" He turned his gaze at me completely shocked, "How come is he here? Did he run off again."

"Of course not! He said he missed Liyue and Teucer is teucer he begged to go to liyue with me."

"Heh Teucer always like that isn't he? Anyway here's your flower bucket sir, dont forget we have a meeting at 7PM today" he gave the flower bucket to me and grabbed my hand softly "Keep the money, beside i don't want my own superior to pay and dont't forget send my regard to teucer." He smiled fondly.

Somehow something inside my heart is burning truly, i could feel my face heatin up and my heart racing.

"Shit." I cursed down my breath and pulled my hand away from his, "Well ahem!, since we have a meeting today why dont i go treat you some meal before we began our work hm? You've been a really good assistant to me too these days, how about we go for third round knockout?"

"Sounds good! I was getting hungry myself." He said giggling, "but first i need to clean up the flower store." He hurriedly packed the flower away.

"Here let me help you comrade."

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Even until these day i wondered why you would hold my hand at the first place, Your hand not so fit for a florist, calloused and littered with scars but yet i somehow still adored it, at that time i wished the time could stop. I wished that we could hold hand a little longer.

A lot of people say that my action are getting a little too visible, how i smiled when his face randomly came on my mind or how sometimes he came to my office bringing the paperwork i need to do while smiling brightly, or maybe the time when he take cares of me while i was sick. I remember vividly, he would came to my office bringing me a cup of hot tea while ushing me to take a rest and said that he would take my place for a while, oh how sweet of him.

Even my fellow harbinger friend "Signora" said

"Poor boy tartaglia, can't even confess his feeling to his own assistant? You know that our job is dangerous right? death is not a uncommon thing here, either you will run out of time or..."

"Or what signora." I said my tone coming out coldly

"You know it already tartaglia."

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I scribbled down the last stack paperwork i needed to fill and submit whilst feeling that in any second my head could've exploded.

Just what time is it? I turned my head over to the clock sitting next to the sofa clearly showing that its past midnight and yet here i am trying to finish of what seem like non ending paperwork, should i just gave up? I have a free schedule tommorow anyway slacking off a little wouldn't hurt right? Right.

Slowly i could feel that my eyes is getting droopy and my body relaxing, i rested my head down to the desk im working at and slowly drifting to slumber.

But clearly before i was completely sleeping i could hear my office door slowly sliding open following with a long sigh of a certain person?? Honestly i was too tired to even look up and checked who it was.

Again before i knew it the next morning i woke up with a jacket draped over my shoulder and a finished paperwork? Half of it are already submitted i wonder, and a little note saying that i shouldn't overworked myself.

Straightening myself up i take off the jacket and inspected it for a little while finding a nametag signed "(Name)" in it. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh, Why do you care so much about me (Name)?

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After everthing you've done for me, how could i repay you? I remembered one single memory where everything changed, both you and me.

Sometimes i could walked down the hallway with a bruised and bloodied body, and yet i never came running down to seek the medical staff, i walked myself to your office, where i know you would stay there and do whatever you needed to do, i know this has been the countless time i did it but yet, you never showed anger you welcomed me with open arms and tended my wound with your gentle hand, a hand that healed my inner self.

I knocked softly on your office door, "(Name) are you there? Its me, i got.. problems."

"Be right there" i could hear a faint shuffling and a rushing steps running to the door.

And the door opened, revealing you with a shocked and somewhat concerned face mixed with "I know this would happen" expression, "Well, good evening comrade as you see uhh i got trouble here." I tried to put my usually bright self.

"Get inside and sit down, let me get my medical kit"

I did as he ordered me to, i sat down to the usualy chair where he tended my wound and maybe sometimes where i would drop in and said Hi to him while he was resting.

"Look Ajax i do not want to hear your reason about this injury, im growing indeed tired of hearing your exact same reason." He said while sitting on a small chair and giving me a gesture to open up my clothes, "Open it i need to see the wounds"

"You know that its better for you to seek the actual medical staff and get yourself patched up there"

"Honestly (Name) my injuries heals faster if the one who patched it up is you" i said while smiling giddily, "But anyway thanks for always doing this though, i know i should've gone to the infirmary but yet i came up running to you"

"Sure yea, this might sting a little stay still."

Sting a little? I couldn't even feel anything when my mind is totally centered to how your hand tended my injuries.

When he patched me up, i stayed silent the rest of the time, i thinked about how he still wants to do this despite scolding me for a thousand time already.

"There and its done" he said while giving my back a little rub, "as i said next time dont overdo it Ajax, anyway here's your clothes the weather is really cold today isnt it?"

"Thank you (Name), and could i ask you something?"

"Ask away Ajax"

"Why do you keep doing this, despite of how many time you said to me that i was a nuisance? And the amount of stuff you did to me. Truly it did leave a mark at my heart, You know that time? When we met and talked at your flower shop and you hold my hand? I swear i couldm't get enough of it, and you know i've been holding myself to say this. I Liked you alot! More than friends if you are wondering, its fine if you dont feel the same, atleast i could get it out of my chest" i poured all the feeling i've been holding on for so many days, secretly i hoped that you would share the same feelings with me.

"And (Name) being with you truly healed my inner self, You did keep me sane the whole time you know that?" I laughed, while trying to hold in the little tears that pooled around the corner of my eye.

"Well Ajax, In fact i did share the same feeling with you, I Liked you too! Way longer than you did, i strucked love when i met you on your recruit days, we were on the same teams that day"

He said while Holding our hand together, but this time it was more genuine.

"I.. how could i not know then?"

"Maybe because you're too busy getting that harbinger title"

"(Name) i do not know how to respond to this, truly thank you, Thank you for everything." I squezzed his hand gently, "Thank You."

I never felt anything more happy than this, That day i feel that he has set my hollow soul ablaze.

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Bonus lmao :

"Hey (Name)" i turned my sight to him

"Yes?"

"Could i ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Kiss the injuries it helps them heals faster"

"....."

"No"

(Name) proceeds to smother ajax w little kisses and yes it make Ajax giggle and kicks his feet like a damn toddler

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Note : Thanks i know that this cringe but thank you truly.

Presented to my silly babi @adrifts-home

#childe x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #childe x male reader #tartaglia x male reader #childe x you #genshin impact fluff #x male reader

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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year

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I love your writing so muchhhh 💕

I want some headcanons about yandere Arthur Harrow pls 😩

HWHDJABA THANK YOUUU 🥺🥺💖💖 Also oh you asked for yandere cult leader? Here it goes our obsessive overprotective Harrow hueheuheuehe

Warnings : Kidnapping, hint of stockholm syndrome, yandere, and Arthur himself. Also major characters death

The first time he saw you, oh boi he skipped the process of Judgment and for the first time disobeying Ammit's rule

He uses his intuition as well his power to know that you are a good soul. Someone pure that is needed to be protected by anything that could endanger your life.

When you are "judged" (which just consists of him talking about how pure you are), he will hug you so tight that you are struggling to breathe. Also he somehow grasped your back with nails digging.

He would definitely manipulate you to come to his cult (which he said a community). He'd do everything even if it hurts you, "for your sake" he stated.

Of course you would refuse (let's pretend we're just a normal person in here to him lmaoooo). You'd try to run but he held both of your hands tightly, leaning into you until there's just an inch between you two.

"I just wanted to keep you safe."

He was about to initiate a kiss but a noise surprised you both. Let's say he was in a museum and a loud announcement alarmed him, giving you a chance to run away as far as you could.

Little did he know, he already had all your information inside his pockets.

The time you came home, you already found him sitting on your bed, tilting his head giving you a "warm" smile.

In panic, you ran away locking him inside your house.

Yet it was proven to be futile. The time you realized you were surrounded by his armed cultist, you already found he was right behind you and covered your mouth shut.

"You have no idea the dangers lurking around, threatening your soul. I'm here to keep you safe. You don't have to worry."

He'll handcuff you for your own "safety." On the journey he'll sit right next to you, keeping his eyes on you only.

In the first week, he'll talk often to you, speaking about Ammit, paradise, Judgment, and how pure your soul is. He doesn't accept the answer of "no", so he'd repeat his words if he found it necessary.

He'll bath you, hand feed you, all your necessities will be his responsibilities. He won't punish you if you try to rebel because he’ll understand that you need some adjustment.

Eventually you managed to escape…for a few minutes. Harrow found you when you stumbled upon cardboards thanks to your handcuffed hands.

"I see you are uncomfortable with this. I am truly sorry, but I need you to understand I never meant to hurt you.”

He’ll put you in his room again, tho without the handcuff this time. He used another trick, reverse psychology. He left all the doors unlocked, leaving you to decide whether you want to escape or not.

You may think there will be traps, but there are none. Yet it is hard to actually see it.

One day, you actually escaped from the cult. No harrow, not even his people managed to stop you. Yet when you arrived home, you realized you were technically helpless. No food in the fridge, you are no longer able to do any money-worth skill, you even had a hard time bathing yourself.

You returned anyway. You have no choice, you started to realize your life was actually taken care of. All goes with Arthur’s plan and he welcomes you in open arms.

You are no longer handcuffed, but whenever you go outside, even just for eating with the people, Arthur will always be on your side.

If there is a man flirting with you, he will guarantee that the man’s scales shall be unbalanced.

Oh he’d let his past moon knight era side aka being ruthless if Marc/Steven tried to save you from his hand. And when he knows you are being touched by them, he won’t hesitate to shoot them countless time in place and lock you for a full 48 hours to “purify” you.

He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Layla as well. He sees no gender when it comes to violence. So off she goes to the field of reeds if she decides to save you from him.

When he needs to fly to another country, you have two choices : Went with him or your leg being tied to his bed so you wouldn’t come anywhere out from the house.

In the end, he would cling to your side 24/7, keeping you safe from the wicked world and keeping you only for himself exclusively.

One crucial thing you need to know from him is that he doesn't take "No"

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asterssunzephyr · 1 year

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TW // Mentioned/Referenced idealization of death later in the fic

Very out of character at that part but it goes back to being semi in character like. Quickly.

c!Shelby uses She/They/He pronouns here

The princess awoke to a loud crash at her front door and someone very loudly apologizing. Sighing, she got up and changed from her sleep clothes so she could find out who disturbed her sleeping; what time was it anyway? Looking at the clock on the wall, she figured it was almost time for her to get up anyway. With another sigh and fake smile plastered on her face, she descended down the stairs to the front of her castle.

"Good morning! Welcome to Glimmergrove, how may I help- Osiris! Are you okay?"

She hurried to the skeleton helper that laid on the ground with a frown, being a skeleton they could only really nod or use sign language. So, they resorted to a nod and looked at the person who was now stumbling over their words.

Katherine stood up, helped Osiris up, and turned to the culprit of knocking her friend onto the floor.

"Is there something I may help you with, or do you have anything to say to my friend here?"

She didn't care to look at their face, or outfit for a matter of fact, until they spoke.

"Princess! Oh i'm so so sorry im still learning how to land with this broom and I wasn't paying attention and I didnt mean to knock your friend over, which by the way, sorry again-"

The local, er- only witch, Shelby stopped talking the second she made eye contact with the princess. He felt their face’s heat up while stumbling over her words even more than she was.

"Oh! Shelby, hi! What brings you to GlimmerGrove?"

Her attitude did a full 180° upon seeing the witch she has, quite well in her opinion, acquainted herself with. Much to the disappointment of her parents; but who was Katherine Elizabeth, Princess of GlimmerGrove, if not a rebel to her parents rule? Exactly, no one.

"Ah- well- Dawn, Princess Gem's kingdom im sure youve been there, is holding a ball! She formally invited me, actually, hand delivering the invite to the Evermoore! Can you believe it? The sun princess, hand delivering something to me! ME! I thought she would've hated me and the evermoore but guess not! haha."

"Oh! Yes yes the annual sun and moon ball I believe? I attended often when I was younger but have become quite the busy bee.. Especially with all the monster slaying I've done recently."

She trusted Shelby, and she knew the Great Witch wouldn't tell her parents about her side hobby.

"So, did you come to inform me about the ball approaching and hand deliver my invite as well?"

She smiled, at the way the shorter flushed immediately at the implications of Katherine not knowing or having not received the invite.

"No! Yes? Uh- wait-.. I came to formally ask for you to uh.. be my date. Princess Gem had told me that the only way I can attend is with a date.."

"A new rule it seems.. Very well! I shall accompany you to the ball as your date. I formally accept."

The little wink she added at the end of her sentence probably didn't help the high Shelby already was on, as her face flushed more and caused the princess to smile.

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It was the day of the ball and all Shelby could not stop thinking of how he looked, if Katherine was okay with going as her date, or if Katherine would even be fine being seen with her after the ball.. Gods, He hoped they were at least presentable.

Sausage had let her borrow one of his suits for the ball; A nice, forest green suit with a purple dress shirt and a plain black tie; They wondered why he never wore it, but then again suits tended to not be casual wear like dresses.

Shrugging the thought off, she summoned her broom and took off; In the direction of Glimmergrove.

Upon arriving, He immediately hopped off her broom and called into the rather bare castle — It was a beautiful castle! She had to admit that of course, but there wasn't much decoration and if he ever had the chance; Well, Great Witch Shelby would change that if Katherine let her.

Speaking of Katherine, the witch believes They’ve never seen anyone prettier; Her date- Best friend! His best friend was in a beautiful dress and honestly? Shelby believed she was facing a goddess rather than a princess.

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Hearing her name called honestly scared Katherine, having not expected Shelby to be so early. Early? What time was it? Turning to the grandfather clock on the wall of her bedroom, she realized Shelby was actually on time and she was the one late.

Anxiety flowed through her veins as she stood and stared at the mirror; Her dress was floor length without her heels, a pretty light pink dress with green and purple flowers(A personal touch after buying the bland dress, she figured it was the least she could do.)

Grabbing some makeup, she gently patted the burn on her neck; She was curling her hair with a gift from Joel when she returned the Stratosphere. Unfortunately, she burned her neck with it when Shelby called out and startled her; Before the makeup could even touch her neck she put it down and decided that she could just cover it with her hair.

Quickly grabbing her white heels and slipping them on, she descended the stairs and came face to face with the witch — Well, almost face to face. They were down the empty corridor from one another, and wow. The suit that Shelby was in really complimented the golden eyes of the short witch.

Katherine didn't believe anything was wrong with Shelby's height, a mere 4 inch difference between the two; and she believed it to be absolutely adorable; But the way the sunset glowed behind the witch made her look ethereal, almost unreal. She loved it so much.

Perhaps a bit too much, perhaps she was in over her head. Perhaps, she would drown in admiration and infatuation; but honestly what a way to go? She would love to go in the way only Romeo and Juliet had, completely in love and infatuated with one another; Admiration pushing them to the end of their lives for the latter. She loved the idea, the idea of being so head over heels that you'd cover yourself in the blood of yourself and lover. Maybe, just maybe, Princess Katherine Elizabeth loved the idea of 'til death do us part' a bit too much as she stared at the witch.

Shaking her head, the princess plastered the smile she only had when seeing Shelby and quickly approached her.

"Good evening, Great Witch."

"Ah- Good Evening, Princess! You look beautiful.. I mean, you always look beautiful but- wow.."

A laugh, her own laugh she recognized it anywhere, following an even wider smile; Her freckles being much more noticeable with the blood rushing to her face from Shelby's compliment.

"I know what you mean, Shelby.. You look wonderful too. Much better than being covered in mud with your hair a mess."

A very teasing wink was added at the end of her sentence, watching the witch's face erupt into shades of red and a stuttering mess.

"I- you uh- we- We should get going! Yeah? So we can uh, make it before we're late?"

"Of course, after you?"

Watching the shorter nod and walking outside(presumably to summon her broom, which took a moment. We're all witches brooms so stubborn?). Soon after, the (4 inches.) taller woman followed behind and waited for an invite to be on the broom.

"Might wanna hold on tight, Princess. This ride can be a little rough with the winds and I don't want you to fall off."

A simple nod from Katherine, following the orders of her date and wrapping her arms around Shelby's waist.

"You don't mind this, right?"

Please, she could hear Shelby's heart racing with Katherine's hands around her waist.

"Yep! Just fine Princess! Now again, hold on tight."

At that, they took off and gods if it wasn't for Shelby's safety measures; Well, Katherine was sure she would've fallen off. On, what could be called instinct, the take off Katherine's grip around the shorter tightened and she laid her head on Shelby's shoulder; staring in front of them rather than looking down.

Now, Katherine wasn't afraid of heights(She refused to believe she was afraid of anything), but at such high speeds from the broom and the wind whistling in her ear? It was undeniable that she was scared, and if anything her grip on the witch was proof of such a statement.

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Coming to land in Dawn wasn't that bad, rather easily with all the roads leading to town square and the market, well. Typically it wasn't that bad, but with crowds of people in both places, Shelby opted on landing outside the kingdom gate. She figured it would be better anyway, easier to leave if Katherine wanted to do so early.

"Shall we?"

"We Shall."

Descending on foot into the busy kingdom actually proved to be a lot easier than when on a broom. They wondered if Gem was greeting people at the lighthouse, which now thinking about it, he probably should've used his broom to get over there.. but there was a bridge! so they can't complain too much.

"Great Witch Shelby, Princess Katherine! Wonderful to see the two of you here. Together?"

"Yes, actually! Shelby asked me to be her date after you invited her. It's wonderful to see you."

"Wonderful to see you as well Katherine. You go on in, I have to talk to Shelby about something."

Oh no. She knew what that meant, and It meant nothing good. Katherine leaving her alone with the rather intimidating sun princess (She heard how Gem was able to scare a god into giving her bees.) was not a very confident boosting situation.

Being pulled away from the entrance by the same princess who scared an 11'0 God was an experience to say the least.

"Uh- so- is this you saying you didn't mean to invite me and got me mixed up with someone else and that you hate me or?"

"Hate you? Why would I hate you? And I hand delivered that invite, who would I have confused the Great Witch Shelby with?"

Watching Gem shake her head with a smile on her face slightly got rid of Shelby's worry.

"Then uh.. what did you need to talk about?"

"Katherine is a great friend of mine, and I'm trusting you with her Shelby. Dont break her heart and we can stay allies."

"Yes Ma'am!"

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She couldn't hear what Gem and Shelby were talking about, and she couldn't see Shelby's face but something inside her sparked with jealousy as Gem smiled at her date, but Katherine knew Gem wouldn't do anything stupid enough to try and convince Shelby to ditch her (At least she hoped. She didn't wanna abandon the princess alliance over Shelby.), but all her fears dissipated when Shelby turned around and smiled at Katherine before heading over. Oh, okay. Well that's good, right?

The night was good, young, and she had Shelby as her date! Perfect, right? Almost perfect. Joey had come to her while Shelby was getting them honey-flavored drinks and soon opened his mouth; How he'll 'win her over' and 'be the pirate king that she needs' and all that drama.

Then Shelby came back, and she figured the only reason Joey shut up is because of how she smiled at the witch and got up to meet him halfway. Glancing back towards where she was sitting, She saw Sausage talking to him and saying something - Both the Eversea King and Sanctuary Guardian's face lighting up with blood. Whatever Sausage said formed a positive reaction from Joey since they were not immediately locked in battle.

"Think Sausage can calm Joey down better than anyone else."

"Seems so, huh?"

"With the Pirate distracted, may I have this dance m'lady?"

"Of course you may."

Hand in hand, Shelby led her to the dance floor - spinning her as soon as their feet hit the border; and that's how the night went, the two of them dancing together and taking everything the party had to offer. Genuinely, Katherine enjoyed the night she had.

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"Hey, Shelby? Can we detour? I don't really want to go home right now. I'm enjoying the night too much."

"Of course, where do you wanna go Princess?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care."

Slowing down as they came to a clearing right outside the evermoore; Sometimes she uses it to get the wood he needs for building, or the shroomlights from the nether woods. They had cleared out her work stuff and left it as is, a clearing. He figured she should've done something to decorate it; It was pretty, just looked almost as bland as Katherine's castle. Save for the fireflies perhaps, maybe they added decor with their glow.

"This place is beautiful, Shelby."

"Really? I think it's kinda bland but-"

"I promise, it's the perfect place to spend the rest of our night."

She didn't say much more, staring at the monster slayer/princess. Shelby wasn't too good at taking care of herself, so she figured Katherine especially wasn't with her dual identity as a princess and a monster slayer. She wondered what classifies a Witch as a Monster in Katherine's book — He also didn't want to find that out so keeping their mouth shut seemed the route to go here.

"Think you can dance without music, Princess?"

"I'm sure I can, Witch."

The smile that found its way onto Shelby's lip wasn't far from admiration, or love if one wanted to go that far and Shelby certainly didn't. The memory of what Katherine said a few months ago at the festival, right before the hermits had shown up, still acted as a fresh wound to her heart. Nonetheless, it didn't matter to him. Katherine had bigger problems than Shelby's heartache when hearing how the latter speaks about her; She had a curse to deal with! Which, yes, Shelby was working on and managed to get good progress on with the help of Tango. Honestly? She missed the blue haired boy who declared himself her apprentice. If anything, she missed the hermits' home more than her own; yet the hermits left a piece of them for the empires, The HermitTopia(Or, Hermit-agedon as he's heard Scar call it before.)

Turning her attention back to the princess, Shelby took her hand and pulled her closer; Sure, they had a height difference but who cares? Not they, not in this moment, not with the prettiest woman Shelby's ever met. Resting his hand on Katherine's waist, she took her other hand and gently held Katherine's; The two now in a proper dancing stance.

They moved in sync, Katherine following every move Shelby made while she made decisions on the spot. It wasn't hard to tell that they both have learned ballroom dancing; The Witch's Academy required it, and Katherine's parents likely did too. It didn't stop them however, their movements were far too graceful to be anything but perfect and surely if they had a crowd around them, people would be too stunned to speak.

Shelby was sure that Katherine was a goddess in disguise(she actually had the same idea about Princess Gemini!) and was sure he was just some pawn in the game of gods. They wouldn't care, as long as she was Katherine’s favorite pawn. Honestly, being anyone's favorite won over being the academy's least favorite.

Their dance soon came to an end, and they stood still for a moment; staring in each other's eyes before hesitantly backing away.

“Would you like to stay the night in the evermoore? I have a really cool place I just built that we can watch the stars on and then we can go inside to sleep.”

“Would it be alright with you if we went straight to sleep instead? After all the dancing, my feet are aching due to these heels.”

“You could've told me! I could have taken your heels for you!”

“It's fine! Really.”

With a sigh, Shelby simply nodded.

“Of course we can go to bed, mi vida.”

“Spanish? Has Sausage been teaching you?”

“Yeah.”

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The two made their way into Shelby’s room, and honestly Katherine forgot that Osiris and Mylo spoke often enough for Mylo to have clothes that fit her for the night. Katherine wondered if Mylo had an extra set of clothes for the other empires too or if she was an exception. She kinda wished she was an exception but knew she likely wasn't. Especially considering she wasn't the only one to have spent the night with Shelby; Sausage has frequent sleepovers in the evermoore(or.. wherever he wants. Free souls like his makes her envious.)

After changing into the clothes Mylo had given her, she sat on Shelby’s bed and smiled at the witch coming from the attic. She's never been up there, but she knew that's where Shelby kept her storage.

“Ready to sleep mi vida?”

Katherine couldn't even begin to explain what Shelby speaking Spanish did to her(spoiler: it's gay panic.)

“Yeah! Where do you-?”

“My bed is big enough for both of us, and Mylo if he wanted. He doesn't sleep- at least not near me? I think its cause he's from the nether-”

She knew she was red, sharing the same bed with someone she undoubtedly had a crush on? Plus! She was a cuddler! Ugh, how was she supposed to live in this world? Exactly, She couldn't! Well- No, she had to stay for Shelby. She realized a few weeks before the dance that she was romantically attracted to the witch, yet figured Shelby no longer felt that way due to how the festival went.. She had to thank Pearl and Impulse for knocking her into place with her feelings(How could someone that you've only known for two weeks be able to read your feelings better than you?).

“Kath, you okay? You're burning up.”

It wasn't until that statement, that Katherine realized two things:

Shelby’s hand was on her forehead

How close they were.

“Yeah! Yep! I’m good!. That sounds so unconvincing. I'm sorry..”

“No! No it's fine, really! Haha. I was really close there sorry-”

“We’ve been a lot closer tonight than just that, Shelby.”

“Yeah..”

They sat in silence for a second, Katherine feeling the bed dip next to her — Likely to indicate Shelby had sat down.

“..Can we talk? You don't have to, I can do the speaking..”

“Go on?”

“So.. uh… Remember what I said at the festival?...”

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Oh. That's what this was about. Of course he remembered, her heart shattered that day — Of course, They werent gonna go tell Katherine that; She knew how Katherine felt, and she was fine being friends because he has no reason to ask for anything more.

“Oh uh.. Yeah.. I do.”

“I.. I want to apologize for what I said.”

“What? Why? I'm not entitled to anything and if that stupid pirate-”

“Shelby.. Joey hasn't said anything. Remember when the hermits were here? For the month following the festival?.. Gods I should've said something sooner but-”

“Oh, yeah. Scott and Joel left days before us and the rest of us had to panic and nearly get trapped.”

“Shelby thats not the point- The point is, Pearl and Impulse made me realize that I’m really really fucking gay.”

“Oh- Wait did you just cuss?!”

“That's what you're worried about??? Shelby I'm literally in love with you and you're worried about me cussing???”

“YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!”

“I had a similar reaction when I realized, Now can I please kiss you?”

“Yes. Please kiss me.”

It was awkward, of course. After all, this is their first kiss and they weren't sure how to be good at it. Well, it was Shelby’s second kiss, but first with Katherine. Win-win in her book! Especially since they can now make Joey fully come to the understanding that Katherine isn't romantically interested in him. Triple win for the Great witch.

Kissing Katherine felt like everything Shelby’s ever wanted and more. Like heaven on earth, with how gentle they both were and how chaste the kisses were. He wanted more, they enjoyed kissing Katherine. It was perfect, she was perfect, this moment was perfect.

Until they heard a grunt and mumble, which caused both of them to pull from the kiss and Shelby took in how red Katherine was; He probably was no better. The two of them laughed, and they apologized to Mylo.

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He felt hot, after killing Joey nothing felt right and then the sheriff came by and she killed him! They took their hat off and threw it on his porch, sitting on the steps soon after. What the hell was wrong with him.. Sighing, she picked her hat up and went inside – Mylo had picked Jimmy’s stuff up and set it all in a chest outside.

“Hey, Mylo, Im gonna take a nap on the couch.”

“ ‘ight. Let me know when you up, and ill fix some tea for ya.”

With a nod and a smile, Shelby flopped onto the bed. What was Katherine willing to think about what he’s done now? They've killed people! Ugh, rather than thinking about it, Shelby closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Katherine knew. She knew what happened, and honestly? She didnt care. Joey probably deserved, and she knew Jimmy wouldnt do much about her killing him – he may be the sheriff, but he wasnt a good one and he knew that too. So what, Shelby killed two people? There was likely good reasoning behind it.

While working on the interior of her castle when getting the buzz of the comms to let her know what her lover did was an.. Interesting.. Moment.

Now, Katherine was cleaning a broken pot from the fact she was surprised by the buzz communicator. She bit her lip and prevented herself from flying off to the evermoore and checking on Shelby. He was likely resting.. Or something.

For the rest of the day, she picked at her nails(normally painted and perfect), an old habit she hadnt done in years.

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Gods pray, what did they get themselves into too?

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hanayori89 · 1 year

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All Eyes on Us

Link POV

"I always thought you were cute." Link looked down at the ground, slightly bashful of the Gerudo's blatant flirting. Her sleek, orange ponytail swished behind her like a cloak of flames as she danced. "I knew you were special when I saw how you freed that carpenter after our fight. " She continued to purr in his ear as their feet stumbled in an awkward rhythm. Link couldn't wait for the dance to end. But he also knew that this was it. The choice had to be made and Y/N had not shown.

He wanted to believe what Navi said about destiny. That it would play in his favor. That she would magically appear. They would ride off in the sunset and people would cheer the newlywed couple. But considering the title the goddesses had bestowed upon him, destiny definitely was not in his favor.

He had ended round two in a clever manner. For when Navi flew away, she flew right past Princess Zelda. Their eyes met briefly. Hers were intuitively reading Link's gaze.

That's when it hit him.

He had chosen Princess Zelda in a quick wit. He would have the first dance with her. The people of Hyrule would eat it up. After all, he had saved her. She was to be wed to someone else anyway. Zelda easily saw through Link's cunning maneuver.

When they had their first dance, Link told Zelda the truth, asking for her blessing. Zelda easily gave it. If anyone of them could marry for love, Link had earned it. Zelda then asked Link the very thing Link was asking himself; "What will you do if she doesn't come?" That concluded his dance with the princess. She walked back to her throne, waving graciously at the roaring crowds.

I believe in her. I believe in our love. And I Believe the goddesses did not conspire to bring us together for us to be torn apart. At least, not over a silly contest. She said she'd do anything for me. If she proved that to me, then I'd spend the rest of my life happily proving that I too would do anything for her.

"Who would have thought the hero was such a silent man. They say the silent ones are the ones you have to watch out for." He forgot the Gerudo guard that was still entangled in his arms. She began to shift her hands all over Link's torso, rendering Link to squirm in discomfort. The announcer quickly peeled her off Link. "Ladies and Gentlemen of Hyrule, that concludes round three; the Hylian waltz!"

The Gerudo stumbled off stage with an annoyed huff. The crowd began to whisper and point amongst each other. Judgment time was at hand. Link took one last gaze out amongst the crowd.

"Does thou possess thy courage?"

The announcer stepped next to Link, raising his hands in an ecstatic display to rile the crowd. "Let us first and foremost give applause for our King and Princess who continue to live selflessly for the benefit of Hyrule. May we always encompass them in our hearts, like they have encompassed us. Long live the King and Princess!"

The crowd was wild with glorification. Link caught Zelda's gaze; no particular emotion bequeathed on her face. Although he could make out the slightest hint of worry gently knit within her brows. Links' eyes searched the crowd once more, only to land on Malon. Her lips tightened into a hard frown. Her eyes regarded him with radiant empathy.

Y/N was not here.

This was it.

The announcer then proceeded," and for our dedicated hero. For he has risked his life, and so will it be that his beloved bear him an heir who will carry the heavy legacy that the goddesses appointed. Let us proclaim!"

The crowd stood awestruck as a bell began to ring from the castle. "The bell has rung, and in its yoke, it asks you, predestined hero, departed legend; who is worthy to capture thy heart?"

Before Link could make any sudden movements or utter any words, there was a voice.

A familiar voice. A most welcomed voice. The voice of Link's true destiny.

His true love.

She had kept her promise. Y/N was here.

Your POV

"Is it too late for one more contestant?" Your figure walked onto the stage. Link's eyes took hold of you, never relinquishing you from his sight. "Goddesses, you look..." his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped in astonishment. His face was redder than when Death Mountain had erupted.

Communal shouts and gasps were heard all around. Some expletives and booing began to erupt from the crowd. A sharp, demanding voice silenced the crowd.

"Silence!" Zelda stood from her throne raising her hand. "All in Hyrule and beyond are welcome! It is for the hero to decide who is worthy of his heart, is it not?" When the commotion subsided, Zelda returned to her seat. "Guards, bring the contestant a bow and arrow." She pulled out a fan to shield her face. Her eyes visibly entranced with amusement.

The announcer looked between Link, then you, and back and forth a few more times. "There technically are no late rules... if the hero thinks this contestant can compete in the three rounds in a brief amount of time..."

Link continued to stare at you. His eyes twinkled with perversity. "I think we have time for one more contestant."

"How kind. Thank you." You both continued to probe each other with intense gazes. You had forgotten how self-conscious you felt in your fitted dress. You had forgotten about the multitude of Hylians gathered around, observing you. You had also forgotten to actually look at Link, as your eyes had actually never made it past his. You expected him to be dressed more dignified. He definitely was bulked up more. Thanks to the layers of chainmail and his greaves. You also noticed the blue scarf that hung like a sash, competing against the blue of his eyes.

You couldn't help the playful smile that arose on your face. You weren't here to fawn over Link like most of the contestants. You were here to compete. That didn't always mean playing nice. "What's with the blue scarf?"

"What's with showing up at the END of the competition?" Link's grin morphed into a silly curve. You forgot how dorky he could look when he smiled a certain way. You both stood giggling at one another like lovesick teenagers. A familiar ball of light drove itself in between you both. You knew instantly it was Navi. "I could vomit. I don't know what's worse, the redead facial expression or this happy mask salesman one."

Leave it to Navi to lighten the mood. You both continued to have a laugh, until Link cut in. "That is hitting below the belt."

"You mean the scarf?" You gave Navi a sideways glance knowing she would chime in

"Yeah, Link. You have a whole royal wardrobe team at your disposal. Instead, you decide to throw on the same tunic and a scarf? I still am amazed sometimes that you were the chosen hero. Truly."

"I said the same thing when he told me. Meanwhile, I had to constantly save him from Cojiro." Navi and you both chuckled at Link's expense.

He huffed, "don't forget who let you enter this competition. I could take you out of it too."

"Ahem," the announcer stood awkwardly at your side with a bow and a quiver filled with arrows.

"Oh, that's ok. I only need one." You said confidently. Link bit his lip in amusement. Then he conceded with, "she's right. She only needs one. However, your archery test will involve your late penalty." A roguish look crossed over his face, waiting to gage your reaction.

They just said there's no late penalties. You knew this was all Link's doing. He was testing you. That was fine by you. You'd ace his test, winning him and all of Hyrule over. You kept a stoic look on your face. "What do you propose hero?"

Your emphasis on the word hero still brought a slight grimace to his expression. It never felt right coming from you. "Because you were trained by myself, I want you to shoot a light arrow, a fire arrow AND an ice arrow." Surprised gasps were collected around the contestants and onlookers. You gazed upward, noticing Princess Zelda, still hidden behind her fan. A slight raise of her eyebrow at Link's proposal.

Then it all made sense. Link had every intention of choosing you. He still wanted to showcase just how much of an asset you would be to Hyrule. Should darkness strike the land once more, it would be in the capable hands of you both.

"Easy enough," you said nonchalantly. You took the bow and an arrow from the announcer.

Everyone came to compete under the guise being married to the hero would be a blessing. However, you came to show the hero how much being married to you would be a blessing.

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healerelowen · 2 years

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Okay, this was an idea I shared with my friend a while ago and I wanted to write it out. So you know how P03 turns into a stoat right? What if P03 had an established S/O (Who isn’t a challenger mind you) before Act 1 and while they’re looking for him, they stumble upon Leshy and get turned into a stoat too? Don’t worry, the ask prompts are still in progress. It’s just going to take me a while to get to everyone because there’s like 11 asks and 7 of them are for 3 or more people. I might make multiple stories of this and you all are more than welcome to request something with the ask prompts with this idea of mine. Imma call this Au, ‘The second stoat card Au’. Anyways I hope you enjoy, and have a good rest of your day/night!

-A Mysterious Transformation-

“P03? Are you out here?” You called out as you stumbled across leaf strewn ground, pushing past against low hanging pine branches. You had been looking for your beloved Scrybe, P03, who had mysteriously gone missing without a trace.

While your fellow coworkers continued their work in the factory, you decided to go looking for him. It wasn’t like him to leave the factory unannounced, let alone for extended periods of time. You tried to set your worries aside as you continued forward. However that residing fear sat in your gut like a led weight.

“P03? Come on, answer me!” You called out again, desperation made your chest ache. Your ears pricked at the sound of rushing water in the distance, maybe Leshy has an idea as to where he went? You set off into the direction of Leshy’s cabin, hopefully you will find some trace of your lover there.

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The last thing you saw was a flash of white. You had lost against Leshy in a round of Inscryption, however what he had said beforehand didn’t sit right with you. “Although I have significant doubts that you will use the Old Data for your own personal gain, I am not willing to risk it to be in someone’s hands whom that bot trusts.” What Leshy had meant by that was beyond you, but you didn’t really have any time to think about it. Once you had woken up from the effects of the flash, you were still in Leshy’s cabin.

However things were different, you were lying face up towards the ceiling and you were inside a compact space. You tried looking around, but considering your position, it was difficult. '`Finally awake huh?” said a voice above you. You looked to see a white stoat right above you, it’s pale eyes staring into you. That voice sounded so familiar. No it couldn’t be him, could it? “Here let me help you out.” It said as it grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you out of the compacted space.

You turned to look at what you were stuck in, it was one of Leshy’s beast cards. You were puzzled, how did you get into one of his beast cards? You looked at the name of the card. ‘Stoat’ it read, upon reading this you looked down at where your feet would be, but instead you saw two paws, all too similar to a stoat.

“Pretty sure there aren’t any other Scrybes around here, or have I just been gone that long?” The stoat spoke, ears flattening slightly. “I’m assuming you’re not sure how you ended up like this either?” You said, trying to see if Leshy was anywhere nearby. He didn’t seem to be on the other side of the table.

The stoat huffed, “Well, that stinking beast certainly has something to do with it, that’s for sure.” It muttered, then it paused. “Wait…” it said, a mixed expression of horror and disbelief on its small face. “S-S/O? Wh-What are you doing here?! I thought you would’ve stayed at the factory!” The stoat spoke frantically. All of your worried thoughts came crashing down on you, it’s him. It’s really him.

P03 was the stoat standing in front of you at this very moment. You felt yourself rush forward and the next you knew you were nuzzling against P03’s white, fluffy chest. “I-I was worried, so I came looking for you.” You murmured. You felt P03 rest his head on top of yours, “You’re too kind for your own good, you know that?” it said, its fur ruffling against a sudden chill in the cabin. You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. “Stoat? Is there another talking card?” Called a voice from below the table.

P03 pulled away and scampered off to the edge of the table, you followed close behind him. “Yes Stink Bug, there is.” P03 announced with his gaze flicking from you and back to the stink bug on the cabin floor. “There’s more talking cards? Are all the cards like this?” You asked, more questions swarming your mind by the second. P03 shook his head, “No, not all of the cards are like this. It’s just us four.” You tilted your head to one side, “Four?” As if on cue, a wolf with a scarred eye emerged from the darkness and joined the stink bug beneath the table. Well this was certainly going to be quite the situation.

—- I will make multiple stories of this, don’t worry about it ending on a cliffhanger.

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anelaboratecosmicjoke · 8 months

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To the 5 people this page goes out to , if this even falls on your dash, damn have you been waiting for something or do you just not clear your profile?

If you're here from the start, hi, hope you're doing well if you're new here, welcome!

It's been well over a year since I last posted anything and tbh even though I have ideas to update this blog I'm just...stuck.

Do I want to post updates about the events I've been experiencing in this thing called "life" I apparently signed up for? Maybe

Am I worried about it developing into a parasocial relationship and giving out too much information about myself that's accessible to basically anyone on the internet that can stumble upon this blog which can potentially be used to harvest all my personal data and be used for evil ? Definitely.

When I did come up with the idea of having a Tumblr blog I don't know why but I expected it to be reminiscent of 2010's era reddit where you can just goof around in certain communities "but damn I have no clue of what's going on". (which could also probably be the name of my autobiography if I ever decide to write one)

As much as I wanted to goof around, I realised I've just talked about more serious stuff on the page. And maybe that's just the theme set for this place now.

Anyhoo, the transition from high school to college has been... jarring, to say the least. I don't really know how or what things have changed really. I'm still the old 'try too hard to get good grades In class' person, making actual meaningful human connections still sounds like a myth even though I am close(?) with a lot of people.

Well, what's it got to do with any of you?....great question! Unfortunately I don't have a great answer to it.

I'm def (fine text: I ain't guaranteeing anything) not going to burden y'all with my own existential crises (yes.multiple.) with the whats and the whys and the hows. All I want to do is just...put a part of myself out in the world, I... guess?

Anyways if you do come across this post I dunno, do interact, if you have anything you wanna talk about, anything you want to put out into the world yourself, stuff you wanna discuss,ask, hit me up! That's my jam!

That's the least I can contribute on this "journey towards figuring myself out" (barf)

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kbtbb-soryu · 2 years

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Walk Through Hell with Me [Takasugi x OC] Chapter 2

The following day, around lunchtime, Ai was back at Otento. She wouldn’t have expected that she’d be back here so soon. Last night, after Hijikata and Ai had returned to the base, Ai made him some rice balls and delivered them to his room. “What brings you here at this time of night?” he had asked her. “You missed dinner. I thought you might be hungry.” Ai put down the tray carrying the rice balls and a bowl of miso soup. “You made all this just for me?” “Mm.” Ai nodded. “Thanks for taking me out today.” “I brought you there because I had been craving some of Otento’s soba noodles, that’s all. But anyway… I was just about to go rummaging around for a late-night snack. Your timing is perfect. I’m going to enjoy this.” “I can see why you wanted to go to Otento, though. It was delicious.” “Yeah… The owner’s a bit of a creep… But I just can’t get enough of their food… Honestly, I’d go there every other day if I could. But I’m just so busy all the time, you know?” “You like it that much?” Ai sat down on the tatami floor in front of him. “I do. And there’s no one among the Shinsengumi who knows how to make soba.” “Shin seems interesting… He doesn’t seem scared of you at all.” “Yeah, he’s a strange one. Don’t let your guard down around him. Thanks for the food. That was great.” “It’s not a problem.” Ai smiled. “Now hurry up and get back to your own room. If anyone sees you sneaking out of my room this late at night, imagine what they’ll think.” He flashed her a grin as her eyes widened ever so slightly. “I didn’t think you cared about things like that.” Ai left that night thinking she should do something. He was going out of his way for her. She would have liked to repay him for it.

“What? You want me to teach you how to make soba?” Shin was visibly surprised when Ai made her request. “If you don’t mind,” she replied. “Weren’t you telling me that you used to run a clinic? Considering a career change, are you?” he asked. Ai shook her head. “I was thinking I’d make it for Hijikata.” “I see… For your dear old deputy, hm?” “Hijikata really loves soba. He’s done a lot for me and I mean he did kind of save me… Technically…” she trailed off. “Anyway, it’s only right that I repay him.” “But, Ai, if you’re able to Otento soba whenever you please then that’ll be one less customer for me, won’t it?” “It doesn’t have to be Otento’s recipe. Just teach me the basics. I mean I… can’t cook…” Ai looked down at her feet. Shin laughed. “Well, after all, I did tell you that you’re always welcome here. Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal.” Ai gave him a sweet smile. “I’d love to start right away… but I’ll have to get a few things ready first. Do you think you could stop by tomorrow, around lunchtime?” “Sure.” “Just one more thing. Can you make me a promise?” Ai’s smile vanished, replaced by a raised eyebrow. “What kind of promise?” “Only visit Otento during the day… Promise me you’ll never come around here at night.” “Oh. Yeah, okay.” Ai agreed without asking why. She was sure she could guess the reason, anyway. Around midday, the following day, Ai was having her ‘lesson’ at Otento. “So, as you knead, you’ve got to use your thumbs to help give it shape.” Shin taught her. “Like this?” “Exactly like that. You’re sure you’ve never done this before?” “This is harder than it looks…” Ai wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm. “It takes a lot of strength, yes. Let me know if you need to take a break.” “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’m used to physically demanding jobs. I’ve been training to be a doctor for years.” Ai left out the real reason she was as strong as she was. He didn't need to know that, anyway. “The Shinsengumi caught a lucky break, didn’t they? Stumbling upon a doctor like you. With no one around to treat their injuries, it would only be a matter of time before they’re all wiped out.” “Maybe. They seem pretty strong, though.” “Oh? You know each and every one of them that well, do you?” “Not really. I’ve only just started living there. But I mean, they’ve survived till now without a live-in doctor, so…” “Ah, yes, of course. Well, once you’ve learned more about the way they live on that base. I want to know everything about them.” “Why?” Ai stopped what she was doing and turned to him, eyeing him suspiciously. Shin laughed, the sound hollow and empty. “It’s just that, one day, I’d like to show up at the base, with a surprise order of soba for the deputy and his closest companions!” “If you say so…” Ai turned back to the work she was doing. She wasn’t buying it. “By the way. I do so appreciate your enthusiasm, but you’re getting buckwheat flour all over the place.” “Huh?” Shin leaned in close. “Like right here, for example.” With one slender finger, he gently poked the tip of her nose. “Oh…” “The deputy must be overjoyed having you around. You clearly think quite highly of him.” “You think so? He has done a lot for me, I only thought I should return the favour,” Ai replied nonchalantly. “Oh, come off it. You don’t have to try and hide it around me.” “Hide what?” “You wouldn’t be making soba from scratch if you didn’t have at least a little crush on him.” Shin’s eyes narrowed with delight. Ai cocked her head to the side. “A… crush?” “The deputy isn’t the only one who’s helped you out of your predicament. And yet… Here you are, learning how to make the deputy’s favourite food. And only his.” “Oh, that? He’s the only one who’s gone the extra mile for me. He’s done more than simply ‘help me out of my predicament’.” “I suppose even young ladies like yourself can be blind to their feelings.” A deeply amused smile lit up Shin’s face. What was so amusing? Ai eyed him sceptically, but he either didn’t notice, or pretended not to. “Almost done. Now let’s finish strong, and make some good soba!” “Now this is some fine-looking soba. You’d never know it was made by a first timer!” It was nearing sundown when they finally finished. Ai stared at the soba she’d made. This man was full of it. “You flatter me.” And he was. Anyone could see it was made by an amateur. It probably tasted worse than it looked. Ai smiled self-deprecatingly at the thought. She was good at many things, but cooking wasn’t one of them. But then, why would it be? She didn’t even eat human food. “Use this when you’re ready to eat it. It’s got all the ingredients to make the soba really tasty.” Shin handed her a packet of seasoning. “Thank you.” “I think I see some of your Shinsengumi friends at the back door.” “I’ll be going then. Thanks again for today.” With a wave of her hand, Ai left the restaurant. Ai made it all the way to the base before she realised that she left the soba she made at the restaurant. God, how scattered brained could one person be? The darkening sky stretched out above her as she made her way back to Otento. It probably could have waited until tomorrow, but that would be such a waste. Ai took a shortcut through a dark and narrow alley when she heard the sound of someone collapsing from up ahead, followed by the scent of rusted iron; the scent of blood. Ai felt a rush of air as a splash of red filled her vision, followed by the vicious glinting of a sword in the moonlight. She gasped. The man holding the sword noticed her. Movement in the peripheral of her vision; Ai had no time to react before she felt the blunt force of a sword’s hilt ram into her stomach. She let out a strained noise as the wind was knocked out of her. The man who had attacked her threw her over his shoulder. Ai quickly regained her strength. Her claws ripped into the man’s back. He cried out, his hold on her loosening. She twisted herself out of his grip and disappeared back into the alley from where she came. “Find her!” Ai heard three sets of footsteps follow after her. She rounded a corner and leaped up onto a store’s roof. She stayed low, hidden in the shadows until she saw the men run past. As soon as they rounded the corner, she made for the Shinsengumi base, sticking to the rooftops. Not even an hour later, Ai stalked down a certain hallway, following her nose to a door. She heard voices behind that door, talking seriously. “How did she manage to get away?!” “It’s like she just disappeared.” “No doubt she’ll be leading the Shinsengumi straight to our door.” “I don’t think she saw my face, but…” Ai violently shoved the sliding door open. The three men in the room jumped at her arrival, swords at the ready. Ai smiled wryly at the men before sliding the door shut and sitting down in front of Otento’s proprietor.

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ceruleanchillin · 3 years

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When You're At The Function F***in It UP And Your Man Walks In (Mayans)

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, fighting

Characters: Angel, Coco, & EZ

You’re on thin ice as it is sis. The little forest-green dress with the the deep plunge front and slit sides, the one that ended up purchased after your friends hyped you into it. That’s supposed to be in the trash according to one Angel Reyes. That, or reserved for private nights in.

Currently, it was wrapped around your form, helping you grab envious/admiring glances from around the room.

Your hips twisted to the layered bass, using the random behind you for stability. Your friend next to you cheered you on, her inner hype man on full display. There’s a breakdown in the song, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice telling you “Superstar mama, say hi for the gram!”.

Your eyes zone in on Gilly, eyes wide. Everyone knew the Mayans rolled deep when they went anywhere. Where there was one, there was the rest. Especially when it came to the three musketeers and their wrangler, EZ.

Like you were busted sneaking back into your room as a teen, you froze. You narrowed your eyes at your friend who shrugged and mouthed sorry before disappearing.

“Gilly fuck off!” You hissed, moving away from the random. Your eyes scanning the crowded den.

Gilly laughed, tucking his phone into his kutte. “Ayy, don’t get mad at me,” he fluttered his eyelashes and fake coughed into his hand. “I don’t feel so good baby, I’m just gonna stay in tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at his high-pitched mimicry of your last conversation with Angel.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Your friend swore she nixed all Mayan related invites, just for that night, on your behalf. All you wanted was to be able to turn up like you did pre-relationship. Normally you could at clubhouse parties since Angel trusted everyone there with his life. Any party outside of that was a gamble, and Angel could referee like he got a check for it.

Your eyes finally met said man’s across the party and a chill and went down your spine. Angel was propped against the wall across the way, eyes on you.

The rest of party fell away as you made your way over to him, schooling your features into your ‘what did I do daddy?’ pout.

“Nah, don’t come over with that lip poking now.” He shook his head, speaking when you were in range of him.

“And what are you doing wearing this fucking pillowcase out here? What did we talk about?” He pinched the thin strings of your dress.

“Nooo, don’t be mad. I was walking through my closet and it fell on me. Besides, you liked it when I modeled it for you.”

Angel scoffed, refusing to even entertain your comments. Coco chuckled from his spot next to his friend as he lit a cigarette.

“I thought you had club shit, I didn’t even know you’d be here.” You cringed as soon as the words left your lips, the shots you’d taken earlier still putting in work.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either. I thought you were sick. There’s some soup in the car that thought it was getting dropped off. Apparently wrong thoughts is the theme of the night.”

Petty by Angel Reyes.

“Soup? Baby, that’s so sweet.” You tried to pet his cheeks, but he was keeping you at bay.

“You aren’t even sick! Imma give that shit to Gilly.”

“Nooo.” You whined again, still trying to get him to let you touch him in some way.

“Get that bitch you were dancing with to buy you soup.” It was his turn to pout, but there was fire in his eyes as he tracked the guy you’d been dancing with. “It’s all he’s gonna be able to fucking eat in a minute anyways.”

“Sorry I blew up your spot ma, I just wanted to see my plug and get out.” Coco opened the palm of his hand not holding the cigarette and revealed a small bag of weed.

Angel snapped his head towards him, expression incredulous. “Don’t apologize to her, she lied to her man! She gave some puto hope! Get on code!”

“I love you hermano, but this is your guard dog-ass fault.” He pointedly ignored his friend’s heated glare as a girl in the doorway caught his interest, slipping away when she positively returned his gaze.

Angel’s attention was claimed by you once again when you pulled his head down towards you. You smothered his cheeks in kisses, to which he was physically unresponsive.

“I don’t know if I want you kissing on me querida.”

You rolled your eyes. Petty or not, everyone knew Angel’s life force depleted the longer he went without touching you. Even in your tipsy state you could see his fingers literally twitched with the need to take their rightful place on your hips.

“I just wanted to dance like I used to, and you don’t dance. Then you beat down guys who want to. You left me no choice, so let me have kisses.” You locked your arms around his waist, successfully avoiding his half-hearted attempts to push you away.

He scrunched up his face. “How the fuck am I catching strays in this situation? I’m the victim!”

“I’ll make it up to you later if you stop being a hatin’ wallflower and let me grind on you.” Your hips found the rhythm of the slow wind song thumping through the room.

His hands encircled your throat, drawing you closer to his person. Your pupils blew at his darkened expression, your lower half squirming with interest. He pressed his lips to yours, and the party faded to nothing again. His fingers flexed around your throat before closing just enough for him to draw the subtlest gasp from you. He felt it more than heard it over the noise, but it was enough.

He pulled away, licking his lips as you tried to remember where you were and if sin always tasted so good.

“You’ll make it up to me right now in the traitor’s car.” he held up keys you recognized to be Coco’s.

You started to protest on principle, but your body was going through withdrawals from a lite touch (for Angel). He could see the wheels turning, but you were letting him lead you out of the room, palm openly covering your ass.

“Who are you texting?” You asked, more annoyed with how his hands were no longer possessively roaming your body than a real answer.

He quickly pocketed his phone and returned his hands to you. “No one baby.” definitely not telling his boys via group chat to handle the random for him. “Stop worrying about anything other than how you’re gonna get around at work tomorrow.”

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It was bad enough you couldn’t make it to New Orleans due to work, and Old Lady “responsibilities”, but this petty fight you were in with Coco was the kicker. You couldn’t even remember how it started, but it escalated back and forth until you weren’t speaking and were back staying at your apartment.

Poor Letty had been reduced to messenger girl, especially now that she had a car. A tug of war with your point being “she was my girl first, that’s how we met” and his point being “she’s my kid, blood first ma” had broken out. You didn’t know what was going to wear through its welcome first, your lack of Coco, or Letty’s patience, but they were competing. It wasn’t like Coco was doing any better if your daily updates from Letty were any indication. He was impatient, tense, chain smoking, and was getting closer and closer to going through with the apology call he was openly fighting.

It wouldn’t be long before you were back to getting your back arched out of shape if that was anything to go by. Not a moment too soon if your own miserable habits were anything to go by. You wanted to use the party to distract yourself, hoping Coco would break first the following day. If not, it was sure to be you.

You spent the whole day throwing your frustrations into decorating your best friend’s backyard. It looked like the French Quarter threw up its best years, but it was the perfect backdrop to lose yourself to some bounce music.

Normally, you could goad Coco into being your twerking post, and that resistance (plus his turned on bi-lingual hypeman compliments in your ear) was everything missing at the moment.

You pouted and weaved your way out of the crowd to your friend who was busy playing good hostess.

“Ah ah, no whining. If you wanna really make it Mardi Gras, shake your ass on a dude.”

You narrowed your eyes, annoyed she shut down and solved your problem before you could whine about it. “Coco hates that shit! Plus he’s spoiled me, it won’t even be the same.”

“Coco isn’t here, and it doesn’t have to be the same, it just has to do.” She turned away from where she’d filled two shot glasses for the two of you. “Besides, we both know your ass is gonna be all in his neck crying about how you miss him tomorrow. Do your thing before you go out sad.”

She clinked shot glasses with you, pleased at her accurate assessment and your sourpuss face.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, voice rough from the burn of the shot.

“Save that for Coco.” She smacked your ass, draped one of the many beaded necklaces hanging off her shoulder around your neck, and sent you on your way back to the crowd of writhing bodies.

It was nothing to find dudes to grind on, and you fell into the synergy. You couldn’t count how many fast paced songs you’d thrown it back to, or how many guys you’d danced with. The stack of beads you’d acquired gave some idea though.

Meanwhile, Coco’s skin was alive with the kind of anger he felt. He’d been seriously contemplating coming to your place and forcing out admissions of how his life wasn’t right without you in it. He couldn’t remember who or what started it, but it didn’t even matter when your scent was starting to fade from his pillow, and his touch starvation was acting up.

All of that went careening out the window when he stumbled upon a pouty Letty, huffing and sucking her teeth at her phone. Turns out you, and “everyone in the goddamn world but me” according to Letty, were at your friend’s blowout Mardi Gras party. Coco knew it was your favorite holiday, but it was news to him that you had any plans since you couldn’t officially go this year. News he didn’t welcome at all, since all of the videos he saw you in you were throwing (his) your ass on multiple dudes. Did you think he wouldn’t fight everyone???

He was already on his bike before he’d even registered leaving the house. He sent a quick summoning call in his boy’s group chat, your friend’s address the destination.

The party was louder and wilder than the videos let on. He’d already spotted his boys by their kuttes, mingling in their respective ways, but didn’t seek them out. They’d find him if he needed them to. Coco on the other hand, needed to find you.

His eagle eyes picked apart the crowd until he spotted you twisting yourself to the rhythm. Coco didn’t know whether to shoot the asshole behind you, or take you away to deal with the feelings you were bringing out of him.

You knew he loved when you brought the South to the West Coast with your hips and ass.

He charged into your space, his hands immediately going for the guy’s arm and snatching him towards him.

“Make a choice cabrón. Get the fuck out, or be an expensive bill and sad memory for your moms by morning.” He pressed his kutte to his person, emphasizing that he was strapped.

The guy raised his palms and quickly exited the scene. Unwilling to test what clearly was a warning that Coco would happily make good on.

You tugged on him, trying to get him to move away from the crowd. Scanning those around you to see who saw or heard, you noticed more than you would’ve liked. They wouldn’t make a fuss, noting his kutte, but still.

“Stop it. What are you even doing here?” You hissed, tugging his arm harshly for his attention.

He turned his gaze, wild with adrenaline and arrogance at his victory, on you. “You should’ve stopped yourself before throwing it back on random fuckers for the internet. This is on you.”

“No, this is on you. If you hadn’t done what you did or said what you said…”. You trailed off remembering that you couldn’t recall what had happened, just the frustration.

“What did I say or do (y/n)?” He noted your visible annoyance that he’d chosen to use your real name instead of a pet name, and with a smirk, he walked you backwards until your back gently hit the fence.

Between not recalling what started the fight, and your man looking amazing, you settled on a pathetic. “You remember.”

“No I don’t, and neither do you.” that familiar prickle of intensity sparked between the two of you.

Everything between you and Coco felt like a live wire dancing back and forth. High energy moments usually ended in either great sex, or separation (sometimes by the force of your friends) to let things cool down.

“I know you’re gonna catch a case if you keep moving like that Johnny. Is that what you want?”

“Nah mujer, that ain’t what I want. I want you home where you belong, but you’re out here playing me instead.” Slender fingers tugged sharply at a few of the beaded necklaces in your stack.

You sucked your teeth and turned your head, ignoring the warm cheeks and butterflies in your stomach at his on-brand admission of missing you.

He placed a hand on the fence next to your head, grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him.

“You’re being a drama queen. I thought I was talking to Angel for a second.”

He threw his head back as laughed, and you got an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. Or at least bury your fingers in his soft curls, they were begging for it at this po-

“Fuck that, he’s still got me beat. Wait til you see the tantrum he’s saving for you for not getting invited tonight.”

“He was, I just told her to can it because of you. He should be mad at you.” You pouted, but your tone was teasing.

“I could put in a good word for you…you know, if you’re done being petty.” He leaned in, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Or I could just offer to throw it back on him to make him forget.”

It was your turn to laugh when Coco tensed, and pulled back from where he’d been teasing you with light touches. You didn’t love him no longer touching you, but faltering him made it almost worth it.

“Or you could take me home and we could both forget…” you clutched at his kutte, leaning into him.

He pulled your hands away by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over your pulse points.

“Nah, if dancing is this fucking important to you, come on then.” He pulled you after him.

“Cocooo,” you whined, more interested in getting him to touch you again. “Take me home already.”

“My lady wants to dance.” He sat on the outdoor wicker couch and patted his lap. “So dance.”

You stood there in confusion for a second, before what he meant became clear. “I’m not doing that here!”

“You didn’t have an issue earlier, move those hips ma.” He looked between you and his lap again.

Could’ve been the way he was biting his lip, or the laid back way he rested against the couch, but that coupled with lack of access to him, had affirmative words running through your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes, faking like his request was that expensive. “Only because I want to get you home, and I know you’ll never quit whining if I don’t.”

You slipped onto his lap, the action already drawing attention from partygoers just for the potential of what was to come.

He grasped your hips to still you before you started to move, his palm pressing you back to him by your throat. “And don’t half-ass it yeah…or I might do the same when I get you home.”

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It wasn’t until Creeper hit his shoulder and informed him of how hard he was smiling that EZ realized his cheeks ached. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching you dance more than anything.

As soon as you heard a melody you liked, you came alive to it, and stole everyone’s attention. You could find the beat on anything.

That wasn’t his sole reason for cheesing so hard though. Tonight had been the first night you brought your closest friends around the club, and he knew it took great trust in him, his brothers, and your relationship to do that. Your family was on the East Coast, so your friends filled that role for you. Coupled with EZ, they were your world and he thanked you everyday for letting him in.

“Gonna stop calling you boy scout if you keep enjoying the show this much.” Creeper took the seat across from him, half blocking his view.

“Oh you didn’t know how EZ gets down?” Angel’s lips formed that mischievous grin, his eyes taking on the same glint. “You should’ve seen him begging me for tales from Angel’s crib.”

“She and her girls look good out there. Might be too much for you junior.”

EZ rolled his eyes at the ribbing from his brothers, his grin still intact. “At some point I’m gonna be patched, I’m happy to make a cage date for that day. Pretty sure I can take both of you.

Creeper and Angel exchanged exaggerated incredulous expressions.

“See what happens when you go easy on the help?” Angel scoffed. “You sound like you’re hurtin’ for work prospect.”

“Could use some more water.” Creeper shook his water bottle at him, just barely missing splashing him.

EZ rose from his seat, empty beer bottle in hand. “Just remember that day is coming.”

Angel and Creeper laughed raucously at that.

“Don’t get your ass beat in front of your woman lil bro!”

EZ shook his head, choosing to ignore his dumbass older brother. and tossed his bottle in the trash. Slipping through the moving bodies until he was near you, he gently patted your friend who nodded and stepped from behind you.

You jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance, but settled back against him.

“Hey baby.” You gently encouraged him to follow the sway of your hips as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m back on the slave clock, you want anything?”

You turned to him, his arms instinctively encircling your waist. “Hard tea please.”

“I gotta go to the trailer for that, and get the variety hour table over there a drink. I’ll try to be quick.”

“Don’t rush, but remember, you owe me a dance.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He grinned goofily, his attention solely yours until he felt your girls draping themselves over him.

“Can you get us some too Zeke? Thanks.” “Preciate it Z.”

You giggled pushing them off him, but you knew he didn’t mind. You guys were a package deal and he’d take whatever you came with. At least their requests came with pleasantries.

“Sure ladies, not a problem. Don’t let anyone take her while I’m gone.”

They laughed, giving affirmative replies while you rolled your eyes pushed him towards the side door.

Once he began his drink fulfillment quest, it was like every brother wanted something from him. It was a full house that night and he should’ve known once he was no longer under Angel’s break protection, he was back to errand boy status.

Every task he completed was met with teasing about how his rushed pace clearly pointed to him wanting to get back to you. He didn’t argue the fact, just moved faster every time you were mentioned.

Finally, he was able to to focus on your request when he stopped being flagged down.

He was heading to the trailer when one of your friends stopped him.

“One of the other charter’s guys is annoying our girl. She doesn’t wanna make a fuss cause’..you know.” She gestured to his vest to signify his prospect status. “But I know she’s not feeling it.”

He could feel the the muscles in his jaw flex in anger, feet carrying him across the crowded yard. People moved before he could plow through them, which was just as well, because he wasn’t fully in control at that point, and didn’t think he could slow down enough to sidestep them.

The clubhouse had filled considerably since his absence. He scanned the room for you, finding you in a crowd of moving bodies. Your friend was right, you had a good poker face, but your man knew you.

He didn’t waste time physically separating you from the Yuma patch member. He gently put you behind his person, feeling your small hands press against his back through his vest.

“I’m good baby. He agreed this was the last dance.” Your voice belied your annoyance despite your words.

“I’m guessing he said that more than once.”

“I don’t mind, I know clu-“

Yuma interrupted you. “See, she doesn’t mind. Go find something to do with yourself prospect.”

“I’ve got a project in mind.” EZ pushed you back a little more to give himself room to work with.

“Be smart bare vest.” Yuma smirked, his eyes saying how much he’d love for EZ to make the mistake he was thinking about.

In the span of the next few seconds, Yuma’s vest and shirt was covered in beer and Coco had appeared at the same time. If the obvious way he was holding the bottle didn’t give away he did it on purpose, his dry “my bad” and shrug did.

Yuma swung on Coco who anticipated it and dodged it, before firing back with a successful punch of his own. A sea of Mayans of mixed charter filled the space and EZ quickly pushed you behind the bar before he lost you in the shuffle.

Understanding what Coco had done, he got in the middle to give the Yuma patch what he’d been asking for while he was covered by the chaos.

It didn’t last long before the presidents stepped in, but it didn’t have to. He was happy to take the few licks he’d received, because he was pretty sure he’d broken Yuma patch’s nose, and would get away with it.

His brother’s words against theirs, and the presidents didn’t feel the need to make it a drawn out issue. He pretended to have played bouncer instead of active participant, and it all ended with a basic chewing out.

His only thoughts were of you once his rage had subsided, and he could think clearly again. Had he scared off you and your friends? Embarrassed you?

He was happy to find that hadn’t. Your friends couldn’t help but fawn over him and how “perfect for you” he was. He especially enjoyed reveling in the jealousy of Coco, Angel, Gilly, and Creeper. Coco slightly less salty when he got praise for his efforts.

He got his admiration from you later when you patched him up in the trailer, soft voice telling him how sexy he looked to you, and how you appreciated him thinking of you in his position. You held his face and gently went over everything you could find, while he said on his makeshift bed content to let you.

He couldn’t stop grinning, the one that always got him mercilessly mocked because it was now associated with him thinking of you.

“Seriously EZ,” you dabbed at the final cut you hadn’t attended to. “Thank you.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, it’s only fair if you can accept all this shit.”

You grinned down at him, hair framing your face, and he had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. “I do, all the time.”

He cupped the side of your face, unwilling to fight the urge to kiss you any longer.

You laughed speaking between kisses. “I’m not done.”

“It’s ok, I’m good.” He chased your lips, unashamed to want you so badly.

“Ok,” you returned his kisses, your fingers dancing down the nape of his neck. “But I’d like to cash in that dance you owe me…you know, before we get too busy.”

He rose to full height, hands finding both of yours. “I can do that.”

AN:

I don’t speak Spanish, so if I made a mistake feel free to hop in my messages and let me know and how to fix it please. You’re more than welcome to.

1.) I remember seeing a meme vid about this years ago, and finding it hilarious. I could see this happening with these dudes and their personalities. That, and I just really wanted a lil southern culture in a Mayans drabble. 🤷🏾‍♀️

2.) I did a rewatch of the whole series (including the original), and I’m back on the obsession train. Just tryna to be happy before S4 kicks my shit in.

3.) I kept telling myself I wouldn’t end up writing for these fools and here I am in my Ringling Bros. best🤡.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #Coco Cruz #Coco Cruz x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes #reader insert

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unoriginalmess · 3 years

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Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

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When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

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Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

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Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

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And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)

#feralnette au #felinette #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #felix culpa #also in case i havent made this clear enough PLEASE go check out bigfatbreak #they made this fantastic au #i would love any title ideas if anyone has any because if you couldnt tell by my username im super unoriginal and cant make titles #if not it might just end up being untitled feralnette fanfic forever

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

#my fics #my 2k challenge #sebastian stan smut #smut #sebastian stan #mob au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan reader #sebastian stan reader insert #sebastian stan reader inserts #sebastian stan fanfiction

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