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Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

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futurecorps3 · 1 year

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Hello my love! I have heard your call for Kaz requests and I have an idea rattling around in my head!

Could you maybe do a Kaz x fem!Reader where they're in their early 20s and have been together for years and overcome Kaz's touch aversion (bc our poor boy deserves some healing 😭)? But that's not the idea, the idea is that the reader hasn't been sleeping for a few nights and ends up getting hurt because of it? Could be from fainting and hitting her head, slow reflexes on a job, etc. I trust your brilliant mind!

I can't wait to watch you grow as a writer!!!! ❤️

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Masterlist<3

Summary: The lack of sleep Kaz has been warning his girl about finally has consequences. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of overwoking, lack of sleep, blood, a very angsty moody angry sad Kazzle, mentions of blood and lost of conscience. The usual crow violence! Lmk if I missed any. Word Count: 3.5K whoops Requested: Yes

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! :( I love the prompt, however and am very excited to work on this. Hope u like it nonnie and that last thing means the absolute world! <3

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Now he knew he was in no position to demand her to rest. Kaz Brekker was known in his close circle for two things; killing whoever disrespected his love and always scheming. The electricity his brain consumed when plotting the next heist didn't even allow him to sleep when being tucked in with Y/N laying over his chest. But she never had the same issue before!

That's how it worked. She got mad because he wasn't sleeping and would reproach his ears off until he folded and left his papers to join her in bed. So, it was safe to say Kaz was startled when he noticed the absence of steps approaching his office. The clock read the time to be a quarter past midnight. He learned by endlessly scolding from you the hard way it was no use staying up late for a job when he had pretty much everything prepared, so he dropped everything and left to his room.

"Darling, are you-" his question was answered as he opened the door and saw her drawing on the little desk he got for her. "Hmm, hi love. It's quite early. What are you doing here?" Kaz wanted to laugh at that. Had she really lost notion of time that badly? "It's past midnight now, Y/N. What are you working on?" His shirt was discarded in some chair, along with his coat.

He was now in his dress pants and a black sleep blouse, leaning over the back of her chair to see the canvas. It was a picture of the sea, surely an image she hadn't been able to get out of her head after the quick trip you took to the docks with Wylan to ensure a better hiding spot, in case things went south on Saturday.

"I don't know if I'm getting the blues right... you know how it somehow turns gray when the day's rainy?" she wondered out loud. "Don't throw it away altogether, I know you're already thinking about it" "I'm not!" Y/N giggled, knowing fully her boyfriend could read her mind. "Fix it in the morning. Let's go to bed now, yes?" Kaz tried, tilting his head to her right side and nudging his nose a little on her cheek as she hummed in response.

It had taken a long time, many years, to reach these moments. Years of hoping she could one day have his arms draped around her waist in security, head on his chest without a care in the world, because all that really mattered was they'd be keeping each other warm with their bodies. Y/N was patient, not minding the baby-steps and Kaz's constant need to push her away because he thought she deserved better. Truth is, there was no one better for her.

Kaz had a hard time wrapping his head around this fact. Did you love him for him? A limping criminal who was too weak to even bear the thought of embracing you when tears streamed down your cheeks on a specially tough day? Why? It took convincing, long talks, difficult moments and even worse fights... but you made it.

She felt his steady heartbeat as they lay together in their silk black sheets, indulging in the beauty of it. Their breathings became one, and she swore there was no better place the saints could come up with as heaven. "Everything's ready?" "Yes, I figured I should come here with you instead of overthinking it all. I'll tell everyone the plan tomorrow and revise it again the day before" he took a deep breath, turning to face her and leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's late, you don't seem tired" Kaz noted, Y/N's eyes nowhere near closing as they usually would by now. Her boyfriend, on the contrary, was starting to hide that beautiful icy green his irises held, then came a yawn to confirm his fatigue. "Rest, my love. I'm sure I'm not too far behind," she assured him, pecking his head as he lay on her chest now.

"Goodnight, Kaz".

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It may as well have been minutes, or hours, days, for all she cared to reason. All she knew was that she couldn't sleep for the life of her. Kaz moved a lot in his sleep and after he lost hold of her, the night became a non-stop tossing and turning in their shared bed. She could hear the faint sound of carriages passing down their street, surely carrying some rich merchant who just had the night of his life betting or in one of the pleasure houses.

It had been a while since she felt this way. Pretty much every night prior Kaz offered her a permanent position on the crows after she worked with them was like this. The clock in their room, hanging on a wall distant from her, kept ticking and if it got quiet enough, she could've been able to hear the gears turning. Three in the bloody morning and Y/N had luckily gotten by far twenty minutes of sleep. The girl sighed and lay down again, looking up at the ceiling briefly before closing her eyes in hopes of resting a little more.

She didn't, not even in the days ahead. Kaz pointed out how he could feel her moving way more than usual as his a light sleeper, not blaming her whatsoever but more concerned as to what was keeping her up. Y/N didn't know either, so she figured solving it with Jesper's coffee and quick (very ineffective) naps on the couches and tables at the slat so she could at least be aware of the task at hand; the job.

The day came, and she felt very optimistic about it all. Truth is, Y/N loved dressing up with pretty dresses and daggers hidden around her thighs. She found some kind of satisfaction in keeping this knowledge to herself, the men and women throwing looks at her, completely unaware of how dangerous she happened to be. People on the streets knew her as the wild child... ruthlessly gorgeous, is what Kaz called her.

The girl had a habit of getting carried away in a fight. Too much anger and resentment for the past had to find an exit. It did when she killed, leaving a scared Jesper to deal with an even more scared Wylan who wouldn't dare look her in the eye for weeks after she kept on punching a man's face she saw was trying to kidnap a little girl right after a job years ago. Kaz helped and understood.

His revenge was calculating and took years in which she was by her side, but Y/N just couldn't help herself when it came down to the people who did unspeakable things to her. With the years, she got a hold of herself even though her nickname on the barrel stuck, adding "the crow queen" when word got around she was Brekker's girl. Now, she was still ruthless but way more cold-headed and grounded, Kaz's doing.

She wore a pink dress with embroidered roses around the floaty sleeves. Inej had a blue set of dress pants and shirt, long-sleeved as well as Nina sported a hot red strapless dress with a lot of cleavage. "We're a smoke show! Those fuckers will barely be able to keep their eyes off of us." The last one squealed, adjusting her hair "That's the point" Inej giggled, agreeing clearly as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Y/N laughed at the thought and her head pained a little; Girls on those big houses did the very same thing they were doing now, with very different intentions. Those ladies wanted to find a rich husband, and they'd be set. Her friends were dressed to kill, and so was she. A little fucked up version of a cliché she, too, wished to live when she was little. "I hope these sleeves aren't an issue" she wondered, picturing them getting stuck on their knife or maybe being too tight to throw a punch.

"It's a simple job, love. There's nothing to be worried about! Also, I can bet on my life Kaz is going to be drooling over you when he sees." Nina smiled, playfully smacking her shoulder. "Even more so if you fight in that, he's going to go insane" spoke the Suli girl with a giggle "Kinky" the heartrender added, making the girlfriends break in a fit of laughter. Nina was right, Y/N knew, but decided against confirming her friend's assumptions.

Her eyes felt droopy from the obvious lack of sleep but nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix, right? She walked down the stairs and into the makeshift kitchen they owned, heating up some. The smell filled her body with pleasant chills, and suddenly some more energy invaded her. "Wacha got there?" asked Wylan, who was quietly sitting behind her. How long had he been there? How did she not notice?

"Coffee, want some?" "Right before a job?" "Yes, I haven't been sleeping too well the last couple of days". Certain zemeni voice erupted from outside the room, exclaiming a brief "Neither have us!" that had the merchling blushing like he got some contagious disease. Y/N delivered a pat on his back, and coffee in hand she exited the room.

Kaz gathered everyone in the living room, to revise the plan once more. "...so make sure you cover that corn-" He stopped mid-sentence when Y/N came into view. Her hair looked polished, but she could be bald for all he cared. The dress complimented her figure beautifully, adjusting in the right places, which to Kaz was any place, really. Inej and Nina giggled and high fived. "Go on, love." She smiled, ready to listen attentively at his plan even though he made sure to walk her through it personally a few hours ago.

As Y/N brushed next to him, he grabbed her hand to make her stop right before she got seated. "You're stunning. Is it comfortable?" he whispered, looking at her with a certain glow in his eyes he once thought lost. "Yes, dear. Thank you" she pecked her boy's cheek and took a seat behind him. He went on with the plan, and everyone seemed pretty much ready to leave.

So they did.

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"Darling, watch out!" Jesper exclaimed, shooting at a man behind Y/N. Things went south, they did. In the hiding spot Wylan and the girl had settled; some dreg must've ratted, they guessed. An ambush from some new-forming band trying to get known by stealing from The Crows themselves, pathetic. Inej had gotten there to help, but Y/N and Jesper insisted she went back and warned the others so to spare them from possible damage.

The wild child and Jesper were a great team, who knew a durast and an avid fighter could take down men three times their size and weight? They proved on many occasions to be useful for situations as these, so there was no problem. They'd be out of there in the blink of an eye. Around ten people had arrived at the scene, and four remained, Y/N realized as she took a kick in the gut and fell on her back, jumping back on her feet with a flip.

Jes' revolvers did the job for two others as she managed with the guy in front of her. "Come on, big guy, that can't be the best you got, aye?" she smiled wickedly, taunting the man with a daring hand despite the very much broken rib she could feel. The dress was ruined with blood she was sure wasn't hers, shreds ripped it off so largely one of her legs was now exposed.

He lunged forward, coming with a dirty blade to her throat, and she skipped it. Came again, now, aiming for her arm and she skipped it again, landing a kick on the throat that left him coughing on the ground. Y/N crouched to his level and grabbed him by the hair, sliding a knife in the same spot, careful not to cut. She noticed a tattoo on his neck, a beaver. Couldn't help but laugh. "You tell your boss not to mess around with us, or next time he won't get too lucky as to get less than half of his men in one piece. And change the tattoo, a bloody beaver? Seriously?"

The man nodded furiously, tripping on his way out of the warehouse. "A beaver? Their thing is beavers?" Jesper laughed, putting his babies back in place and making sure the painting they had stolen was still with him. "I know, couldn't pick a funnier thing" she answered, giggling. Looking around, something was odd. Yes, Y/N was not very well educated and lacked the month of college her best friend had, but she thought she counted four men remaining in this spot of the building.

The other six lay limp near the door, and there were two next to them, plus the one who ran with the message. One was missing. "Hey Jes I think we're missing one" "What do you mean? There's no one here". She stopped listening and her world went quiet when he met his yes. A lanky, tall figure could be seen next to a stack of boxes on her right, a flicking light revealing him for brief intervals of time. Ugly motherfucker carrying a gun that pointed straight at her.

The blood started gushing out of her leg before she could even react. "Too slow" she faintly heard. He wasn't stopping either; shooting at various places until one loud boom next to her made it cease. Was concrete always this cold? Oh, she was now feeling Jesper's soft suit. Warmer. "Is that wool?" Y/N asked and realized her voice sounded a little quieter than she meant. "Yes, it is doll. Open your eyes for me, okay? You can't die on me now"

She really tried. She really wanted to look at her best friends face and maybe hear him crack a joke or two. But her eyes felt droopy and her head felt heavy so she finally fell asleep.

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Kaz arrived minutes later, Wylan, Nina and Inej by his side as they all rushed to a crying Jesper, desperately trying to wake Y/N up. "S-she got shot, didn't flinch.. like she didn't even see the bastard," he hiccuped, letting his boss take his place next to a limp body as his boyfriend helped him up and hugged him tightly.

Brekker's head spun. A thousand possibilities. There was blood all over the dress, and leaking over his clothes but he couldn't give a fuck. Not her. He couldn't bare it. Y/N was a piece of heaven in that saint forsaken island, the only saint he ever believed in and the angel that saved him from himself. If he lost her, there was no coming back for him. The water rose to his nose again for a brief moment.

It hadn't happened in a while. And he chose the techniques his lover taught him. He acted. "Nina" he mumbled, taking Y/N on his arms as the grisha girl assured him she had a pulse. His legs carried him to the slat, never too far from Nina, as she was making sure her pulse didn't slow down too much. He didn't even notice the pain in his bad leg. He felt a sting on his heart, so sharp it seemed as if pieces of broken glass would poke through it at any moment.

The boy sent Inej looking for whatever idiot decided it was a good idea to try and steal from them. Only information. He'd take care of them later. The Wraith left and was out all night, returning with a lot to say the next morning. Kaz looked over at Y/N's face and the utter peace that brushed over her features scared him even more. Not now. Not like this.

"Is she going to be okay? T-there was definitely something wrong with her back there" Jesper started once the girl was on the bed and getting healed with a few healers in the dregs and Nina. Kaz was sitting, head propped up in his hands as he stared at the wall opposite from him. "She didn't move! At all! He shot her three times and looked amused while doing it". The zemeni man had to stop if he wasn't trying to reunite with the other deceased blessed people on his bloodline. Kaz's stare hardened and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Wylan, I can't lose her. She was too slow a-" "ENOUGH" Kaz stood up, looking at him with murder in his eyes. "If you were more aware of the surroundings, she would be fine. Don't you dare call her slow. This is not her fault. You should've been there" menacing gloved finger pointing to his friend. "Oh, so this is my problem now?" Jesper countered in complete disbelief. "If you don't consider your best friend's life being at critical risk a problem you're much more of a superficial, incompetent and heartless bastard than I thought." Kaz spat.

He knew this wasn't Jesper's fault, maybe it was the lack of sleep or you just weren't on your element. But he had to let it out with someone. Anyone. Pain turns into anger and screaming at your brother when it's too strong. He knew that better than anyone and couldn't care to stop himself this time. "Kaz, stop" Wylan said, and then he noticed Jesper's puffy eyes with a sigh. Then he felt his own neck starting to tickle. He was crying. Kaz Brekker didn't cry.

"Out" "But Ka-" "I SAID OUT"

And out they were. Everyone who didn't need to be there to save his girl's life. He could hear Nina struggling between wrecked sobs, fast pacing around the room and a distant sound of water running non-stop. Hours passed, and he remained in the same position, in the same chair, with the same thoughts running wild inside him.

Not you. Please. I should've been there. I'm going to kill them. Please be okay. I can't do it without her. Please.

Kaz Brekker was repeating pleas, thinking out loud to whoever was listening. Let her live. Please let her live. This is not her fault. Not to a god, neither to those saints who proved to exist so many years ago. He didn't know who he was asking for help to. But he was screaming, please don't let her go. He was leaving with her if she did.

All sound stopped, and Nina emerged from the dimly lit room, drying her cheeks. The boy stood up, looking at her with the most terrified look he ever gave someone. Fuck the facade. He was utterly afraid. "She's okay, not waking up, but she will". He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and couldn't help but throw himself into Nina's arms in search for some comfort to his wrecked sobs.

His friend received him with open arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard, as she knew that could trigger him. "I can't lose her, Nina" he whimpered before pulling away. "You're not. Not now and not soon. She's okay, Kaz. Stay with her, will you? She could be a little startled if she wakes up in an empty room"

He almost scoffed at that. What else would he do? A quiet nod was delivered, and he stepped inside to accompany her in an uncharacteristically unsettling silence. There were dirty gauzes everywhere, her dirty dress discarded in a corner and a blanket covering her figure. Kaz stopped, looking at your chest. It rose and fell in a moderate rhythm. Good.

Taking a seat once again, he held her hand and brushed a thumb over it, grateful to whoever listened. And Nina.

Sun bled through the curtains, filling it all with a pleasant orange hue Kaz knew Y/N would appreciate. Jesper came by every few hours and amends were made. He understood how badly everything hit Kaz the day before and didn't need an apology. They were all under intense pressure the day before, couldn't blame him for a such a reaction. Wylan had brought flowers and Inej made sure everything was ready for when she regained consciousness.

His crows got it handled.

A whole day and a half had gone by and he was reading beside her when she woke up. Her hand moved and he could feel the twitch in his palm, looking up frantically to find those pretty y/e/c eyes looking back at him. "Finally, got some sleep," she joked and laughed at her own joke. Kaz laughed back. "Hello" he offered, kissing her hand and never really wanting to let go "Hi". "Are you feeling okay?" the boy asked, happy to see his lover once again awake.

"It hurts a bit but I'll live" "I'm counting on that, my love". ♡

#kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker angst #kaz brekker fic #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker #six of crows #six of crows x reader #grishaverse x reader #shadwo and bone netflix #crooked kingdom #freddy carter #shadow and bone season two #sab s2

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blackdchliia · 9 months

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hey pookie bear i was sent here to request somethin so👀

yk what about some cute lil dad! yuta head canons or a lil story? he’s just so 😩 and i need more.

puh lease and fank yew 🙏

listennnn, i LOVE writing anime guys as dads, i don’t know what it is about it but it’s just so, so cute!

Dad! Yuta Okkotsu Headcanons

warnings: fluff, dad yuta, reader’s pronouns are not specified, slight Nsfw, some cursing, reader and yuta are specified to be married

when yuta okkotsu had first meet you while attending jujutsu high, he honestly never once saw that, in years time, the two of you would be married and would have two beautiful baby boy’s together.

but, it happened!

when you and yuta first found out that you were expecting when you were only but nineteen years old, he was both over and moon and a nervous wreck.

a baby? at nineteen!

this couldn’t be right, the two of you were just babies yourselves!

but, alas, it seemed as though no matter how safe yuta had tried to fuck you, it all came in vein.

your oldest baby boy, yukki, was born on may seventeenth. he was the spitting image of yuta; tuffs of black hair atop of his little head, and gorgeous black eyes.

yuta fell in love the moment that little baby was placed in his hands.

“he’s so beautiful, y/n.”

he spoke through tears, bottom lip quivering as he cradled yukki’s little chubby body close to his chest.

when you and yuta were granted permission to leave the hospital with your little bundle of joy, the nerves came back.

yuta was scared; he didn’t want to leave the hospital. it was so safe there, he could easily know when something was wrong with yukki.

but, you reassured him that the two of you would figure this out together.

“it’s okay yuta, we’ve got this.”

while yukki was growing up, yuta spent days getting up out of bed, even after spending late hours out exorcising curses, just to make sure your baby boy was okay in his crib.

you can’t count how many times you’d wake up in the mornings to an empty bed, only to find yuta fast asleep in the little rocking chair in yukki’s room, yukki clung tightly to his chest.

it wasn’t until yukki was two did you and yuta decide to try for another baby.

you didn’t have to try much, considering yuta almost always fucked you so good you were certain that if he wasn’t wearing protection you’d end up pregnant.

after the first couple of times trying, you ended up pregnant once again.

both you and yuta wanted a little girl to balance out the household.

when you asked yukki what he wanted his baby sibling to be, he simply looked up at you and yuta, black eyes wide and tongue sticking out as he blew a raspberry in your face.

“no baby mama!”

yukki was adamant on not wanting another baby in the house.

he was the baby!

yuta cant count how many times he had to calm yukki from throwing a tantrum in the store whenever the two of you would pick something up for the new baby.

“no baby mama!”

“no baby papa! ‘ut it back!”

the moment yuta heard the word “no” coming from yukki’s lips, he was immediately cradling the toddler to his chest, shushing in in embarrassment as you quickly paid for whatever it was that you two were buying.

your second baby boy, osamu, was born on december ninth. he was also the spitting image of yuta, looking just like yukki when he was born. black hair and all.

when yukki, who was being watched by inumaki while you and yuta were in the hospital, was brought to meet osamu, he was all over him!

it warmed yuta’s heart, watching as yukki laid on the bed beside you, gently cradling his baby brothers head in his arms.

“baby…” he whispered, black eyes wide as he gently patted osamu’s little face with his sticky little hands.

you giggled, “yes, baby..be gentle.”

yuta couldn’t stop the grin from growing on his face as he watched you and your guys’ boys sitting on the bed, just cradling one another.

it’s safe to safe that yuta is an amazing dad.

he makes sure to attend every doctors appointment your child has, and makes sure to memorize each of their allergies.

he never forces osamu or yukki into doing things that they don’t want to do.

he’s a firm believer in gentle parenting. not once has yuta ever smacked at your children or screamed at them.

he spends hours watching awful disney movies with both of the boys. he doesn’t care if they’re bad, as long as the boys are enjoying it.

good luck on ever getting laid again, because yuta can never say no to yukki and osamu. if one or the other wants to lay in bed with you guys for the night, then yuta’s allowing it.

he sleeps with a hand wrapped tightly around you and the boys, squishing all of you impossibly close on the queen-sized bed.

yuta never would’ve thought that he’d ever have to chase after two feral toddlers ever in his life. but anytime you guys go to the park—it’s awful.

“yukki don’t run over there!”

“osamu, quit touching that!”

“yukki don’t grab that bird!”

“osamu quit biting other people!”

cue yukki and osamu running through the parking lot, yuta chasing after them and yelling at them to knock it off.

when the boys get older, they find joy in making your husband run himself rampant.

you have to get onto them so many times, because bless yuta’s heart, it’s so hard on him!

osamu loves to mess with his dad; he loves to prank him, and worry him sick!

yukki loves to scare his dad, he loves popping up out of random places and just yelling, practically giving yuta a heart attack.

“yukki and osamu! quit that! you’re gonna make your dad have a heart attack!”

they apologize, but always go back to messing with him.

yuta’s honestly an amazing father. he loves you, and he loves his boys so much.

he does so much for both you and the boys, and he absolutely adores watching them grow up side-by-side.

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Spoils of War

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (Tank) OC

Warnings: Smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, Possessive Price, Dom!Price, rough sex, age gap in my head Price is 41, fluff at the end

Summary: You make Price jealous, end of hahaha

A/N: Thanks for so many likes and reblogs on my last post! Possessive Price has got me in a hold and I really like this MC and Price dynamic, got more ideas and wips for them :) @yeyinde and @irnbru32 this one's for you two!

Please as always comments and feedback welcome

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

3:00am

You glanced at the alarm clock on the small side table. You knew you needed to get up, but Price had you trapped under his arm you were tucked right into him. His soft snoring in your ear. You traced a scar on his forearm the hair had not quite grown back. The man was like a space heater, you could feel it coming off his bare chest. You were just in his T-shirt but you could feel yourself sweating. The Ac unit had broken days ago on the Los Vaqueros Base, you had asked Alejandro to fix it god knows how many times only for him to respond with “Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing so many layers querida” followed by Rudy apologising for his Captain.

You tried to turn yourself in the small cot so you could put your foot on the floor, but Price gripped you tighter to him.

“Not trying to do a smash and dash are you love?” - The sleep was thick in Prices voice. You turned your face back to him.

“Yeh your my 1am booty call John…I’ve got Ghost pencilled in for 3:30…” - You laughed, but you noticed the change in his body.

“Oh I'm joking John…I need to make sure Im at least back on my side of the base before everyone wakes up…can't be seen doing the walk of shame back from my Captain's room can I? knickers in my pocket…speaking of which can I have them back please…their on your desk” - You sat up on your elbows. Price looks over at his desk your black underwear draped over his desk lamp.

“No…Keeping them thanks…spoils of war and all that lot” - He mirrored your body sitting up on his elbows a smirk on his face.

“Spoils of war?…John you can't keep my knickers…I'll take your boonie hat then...I think I'd suit it” - You got up moving over to the desk to swipe your underwear and his beloved hat his top just covering your arse. Your weren’t fast enough he was up and already at the desk your underwear in his fist, he gave your arse a slap for good measure.

“Now now…got to be quicker than that love, even half asleep you can't beat me” - He was feeling cocky now. He eyed you up and down god did you look good in his T-shirts. He leant back against the desk you could see the outline of him in his boxers, fuck he was handsome. You slinked over wrapping your arms around his neck hugging your own elbows noses pressed together.

“It’s ok you keep them…ill ask Simon if I can have my lace ones back…” - you sighed leaving the whisper of a kiss on his cheek. You pulled away feeling pretty smug with yourself.

Why was he feeling like this? He knew you were joking, but the image of Ghost with his hand on you…you clawing at him while he’s buried deep in you. Him hearing the soft sobs as you cum saying his name…his tongue all over you…Price felt like his blood had turned to acid and it was boiling through his muscle into his bones.

“Have you seen my pants…cause your not keeping them as well…” - You looked over at Price, he looked like a storm cloud.

“what’s the matter? You know I'm joking don't you?” - you walked back over to him cupping his face. Your eyes were pleading with him. You and your big mouth. Price didn’t say a word instead he started kissing you, but it was all teeth, biting greedy, rough.

“Mhmmm….slow down John…”- You tried to pull away but he had you locked in his arms, he moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at it so it left marks. He wanted to mark you as his.

“John don’t, your going to leave marks and I'm not wearing a neck gaiter for the next few days in this heat…ahhh!” - he had bit your shoulder.

“Call me John one more time I dare you…I'm your Captain and I think you need reminding of that” You could feel him on your thigh he was hard, and you couldn’t lie it was making you wet.

“Yes Sir….Captain” - Your heart was racing.

“That’s better…on your knees” - He said pulling his cock out of his boxers, the tip already leaking, you did as you were told.

“Open your mouth…tongue out” Price could see you squirming on your knees. He was going to enjoy this he thought as he slapped his cock off your waiting tongue. You wrapped your mouth around him softly licking the underside of his head. You looked up at him as he slid further down your throat.

“That’s a good girl…” - His hand snaking up into your hair.Price growled as you took him as deep as you could, He was moving your head for you, he hit the back of your throat causing tears to well up in your eyes, he wiped them away with his thumb and pulled out leaving you drooling and gasping for breath but it was short lived as he thrust himself back down your throat and held you to his base your tongue flat to his balls. You tapped his thighs. Fuck the oxygen was leaving your brain, but you could feel how wet your were.

“Alright, easy now take a breath” - Price pulled your head back, saliva on your chin, he wanted to ruin you. You were trying to steady your breathing, you liked this game and wondered how far you could push your Captain. Price could see the look in your eye you were scheming, well he was going to put a stop to that.

“You have 5 seconds to get on the bed…or I'm using my belt on your arse”- He stepped away from you reaching for his pants to unloop the belt his cock bobbing against his stomach. You didn’t waste any time getting to your feet and crawling on to the bed where you waited for further instructions from your Captain.

“Good girl, 6 seconds, but i'll let you off this once…” - he slapped the belt together. It made you jump but the spring in your stomach said otherwise. Price grabbed your wrists slipping the belt over them pulling it tight. More marks you thought. He raised them above and over your head leading you to lie on your back arms reaching towards the top of the cot, tying the other end to the metal rail headboard. A nervous laugh escaped from your mouth. Price noticed you pull your knees up defensively. He cocked his eyebrow at you not a chance your were hiding now. He bullied his way between your thighs pushing your knees apart leaving your bare. He loved the sight of you spread out for him on display, loved the way you couldn’t help buck your hips up. Loved the way your squirmed under his gaze like it was burning you. He was right his gaze was searing into your skin causing your blood to rush and thunder in your ears. You were begging him with your eyes to brand your skin with his touch.

“Look at you…all laid out for me…or would you prefer Ghost between your legs looking at your wet cunt?” - He was smirking as he traced the inside of your thigh with his rough hand, his thumb grazing over you slit. You were feeling brave and wanted to see how far you could push your luck.

“Ghost would already be eating me out like it was his last meal” - Your grin bit at him you could see it in his eyes. Price knew you didn’t mean it you were trying to get a reaction out of him, but he couldn't help the image that formed in his mind.

“Oh I’m sure he would…in fact I know he would be, any of the men on this base would be I wouldn’t blame them either” - Price lowered his head , you could feel his breath on your sensitive skin an inch away from your throbbing cunt.

“I've seen the way they all look at you…wondering what you sound like when your moan, when your begging for it, how you would feel pressed against them tight and hot…” - Price swipes his tongue flat over your folds, flicking the tip off your clit. He takes a quick glance up at you you face is buried in the crook of your elbow, he can hear your panting the dry heat suffocating you. He’s toying with you but your answer got you what you wanted, you always got what you wanted with your Captain, his face buried in you his beard rough on your inner thighs. It was short lived just as you were wading in, Price removed his mouth and replaced it with the sting of his hand the pain spreading up your body.

“For fuck sake…” - You where reeling at the sudden shift in touch. Price gave you a cruel look as his fingers prodded into your cunt thick and heavy, curling up hitting you just right causing a choked moan to escape, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles. You eyes screwed shut as he applied pressure to your abdomen.

“Fuck…John, please…” - Your pleas cut short as he corrected you with another slap to your pussy.

“What did I say about calling me John?…I'm your fucking Captain…”- Price was enjoying this and he couldn’t help feel sorry for you, but you need to be taught a lesson. He sat back resting your legs over his bare thighs he loved the dirty scowl on your face. He gives you that eye crinkling smile but it's laced with smugness and you wanted to kick it off his face. Before you get a chance to kick out Price lines himself up with your centre, rolling your clit with his tip coating himself with you, it sends sparks up your spine that crackle through your nerves. He slides his T-shirt up your body exposing your hard nipples kissing in-between them, rough, nipping kisses, he sucks a bit too hard on one of them leaving a pink hue that will bloom into a dark purple love bite by the time the sunrises.

“Please…Sir…” - Your begging his cock resting at your entrance you can feel your walls clenching around nothing and your really cant help let out a little sob the frustration getting to you.

“That’s a good girl…see your….learning” - Price rammed his cock in, not giving you the time to adjust around him like he usually does. No his rhythm is heavy and powerful each one you feel him at your cervix, you arch your back while your bitten breasts bounce with every thrust. You cant even choke out a moan, the sound of his hips connecting with your arse and thighs is obscene also his swings are causing the headboard to hit the wall, someone was going to hear you.

“Think Ghost or Soap could fuck you till you couldn’t speak love?…After the other night I bet they have wanked themselves dry at the sight of your naked wet body…but i'm telling you now i'm going to make sure they know how good you get it from me…” - he growls, slamming back into you making your eyes roll back in your head. Your caged under him his arms resting either side of yours, he wants to hear you, he needs to hear you. He starts to bite at your neck, licking it his beard scratches you face. There your on the edge he's dragging your walls with every pull of his hips, its pooling in your stomach your going to snap open. You want him to snap you open.

“OH FUCK!…” - You cum, your legs shaking around him its loud, but you don't care.

“Feels to fuckin good love, your so fucking tight, want me to fill you up…” - Price can feel your walls tightening around him pushing him into his own realise.

“YEs…Plea…Fuck me…i want your cum in me Captain!” - You sob the words out, desperate. Price is drunk on the sounds your making as he fucks you rough and hard, the sounds filling the small room, he groans loudly as he cums inside you, panting your name.

He falls to the side of you his cock still twitching inside you, he presses his forehead to your temple. You both try to catch your breath. Price reached up to unbuckle the belt from your wrists, the skin scorched from the rough fabric. He made a mental note to kiss them better later.

“So does this mean I can have my knickers back?” - Your voice is wrecked and dry as you turn your face into him.

“No and dont ask again” - He chuckled lifting his head up to kiss you softly this time. Priced wrapped his arm around you tightly. You were back in the same position as when you woke up you glanced over at the alarm clock 3:35am

“Shit i'm late to meet Ghost…” - You laughed ringed around the room. Price looked at you like your were deranged a smirk creeping at his mouth.

“Really woman? Your going to be the death of me?” - He nudged you back into him, You laughed.

“No really John…I need to get up…In 10mins everyone is going to be gearing up for the brief with Laswell and I don't want to be scurrying back to my room with the best part of you running down my leg thanks” - You tried to push your way up, but he was stronger despite being nearly half asleep again.

“John…really…let me up” - You really were struggling now. Price wasn’t budging he wanted you to stay there with him in your own little bubble, because once you left this room you both had to resume your roles, him making sure you didn’t get yourself killed, you barking back at him for doubting you.

He made another mental note to ask you when this was all over out on a date, dinner and drinks, but for now he was happy like this in your little bubble.

“shhhh shhh…love just give me 5 more minutes” - He felt the lull of sleep pulling at him, his mind showing him the life you both could have together, he could hear you laughing, sing song voice as you danced around the kitchen belly round with his baby glowing and beautiful, two more running at him hands open and sticky. He wanted that and he was going to do everything he could to get it.

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 months

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The Dead Horse

summary: santi brings you back to reality.

pairing: fem!black!reader x santi garcia

contents: angst & fluff— happy ending, canon typical violence, blood, gore, ptsd, depression, feelings of hopelessness, friends to lovers, kissing

wc: 2,419

an: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc of nerves, but always wanted to write Santi with a black love interest. planning to dip my toe into that pool more in the future 🥰

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You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here like this. It could be minutes, hours, even days. In these four walls beneath the shower’s spray, there is nothing that matters. Not even you, not anymore. And while you’re usually the first to be cheery, to tell each of the guys that the work they do— the work you all do together— doesn’t compromise the goodness you see in their hearts, you’re having a hard time believing that right now.

Not with what you’d done. It was to survive, and while you’ve come to terms with how scary you could be in the past you thought it stayed there.

In the past.

Tonight had proven to you that you could always access that piece of you. That terrifying piece that was a killing machine. The emphasis doesn’t lie in efficiency, but in ruthlessness. You had shown no mercy, the switch for empathy and compassion turned off as soon as your hindbrain decided that it was fight or flight. Dormantly thirsty, lurking in the shadows waiting for its time, it chose to fight. But you had gone a step too far—like always— because of your lack of control.

You were messy, enjoying the cutting of thick flesh, the warmth of the blood as it sprayed you. The copper smell, so familiar and embarrassingly comforting, though you didn’t have the mind to think that now, not when you were exposing the pink underbelly of a corpse.

Santi’s been pacing the hallway since you all made it back to the safe house. He’d tried to chat you up on the way home with no success. You wouldn’t meet his eye, and when he drew nearer to catch your gaze it was empty. It chilled his blood. He wasn’t sure of what exactly happened in that room you’d gotten ambushed in but he’d seen the aftermath. Recalling the image of standing over one too many dead bodies, a gleam in your eye had made his stomach curl. He’d smoothed his hand over your knee and left it at that, trying his best to banish all the red and pink and white.

It’s been an hour since you’d stumbled into the bathroom. He can hear the shower still going when he puts his ear to the door and sighs, a mix of frustrated and concerned. He’s not sure what to do– he’s never had to take care of you before. He’s always been grateful for that given all the fondness he has for you bubbling just beneath. Any acknowledgement could jeopardize too much– missions, the dynamic of the team, and most importantly your friendship.

“You alright in there?” He calls softly through the door.

He’s met with silence. He rolls his neck, cursing beneath his breath as his mind goes back and forth, trying to decide what to do.

“Just go in there and check on her,” Frankie says from behind him, causing the other man to flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Santi assures Frankie, leaning against the wall to face the man. He nods at the door. “She could be naked.”

Frankie snorts, shrugging. “She’s seen all of us at least half naked and well, Benny—“

Santi quickly cuts him off, trying to keep the sour jealousy out of his voice. He knows that there’s nothing going on between you and Benny, that Benny is as much of a flirt as he is but sillier and less concerned with his image. “But we haven’t seen her. I don’t— I’m a dog but I’m a respectful one.”

“If she’s gonna get help from anybody on this it’d be you. She trusts you man.”

Santi looks at him like he’s grown two heads but feels a little warm, “She trusts all of us, kind of a prerequisite of living and working with a group of men.”

“It's different with you. You should hear the way she talks about you when you’re not around.”

Santi almost lets himself think about it. Almost lets himself dream a little. Almost.

“Or see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Like a lost fucking puppy,” Benny pipes in, breezing down through the hallway between the two of them.

“Don’t sound so concerned, Benjamin,” Santi calls after the man, mouth quirking into a grin.

“Don’t look so smug, Santiago,” Frankie teases.

“I’m not smug,” He denies. He decides to go in, okay with being kicked out by you if it means that Frankie will be gone, done poking and prodding at what the man must know is his heart.

“Good luck.”

Santi murmurs a quiet thanks before slowly entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stands, frozen in place for several moments as he digests the sight of you. It's heartbreaking. His chest goes tight, and he curses softly again. What could he do for you? He’d do anything, but he’s just not sure what. He feels helpless seeing you like this. He could burn this entire city, burn anyone who would look at you wrong. Hell, he’d burn the entire world if it meant some warmth would come back into your eyes.

You’re curled up, your arms resting atop your knees, head resting to stare forward. Your curly hair that usually frames your face is completely soaked like the rest of you, flat and sticking to your face in various places. He knows that your eyes are unseeing, that you’re so incredibly removed from yourself because you make no indication that he’s stepped into the room.

“I’m gonna come sit beside you, okay? That’s it. No words,” Despite his words he stays where he is for a handful of seconds, hoping to get some sort of answer from you. You don’t speak a word, don’t utter or sound or so much as look in his direction. But you do shift slowly, making more room for him underneath the water.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” He grits out, drawing close enough to you that your shoulders rest flush against each other.

He gazes over at you, noticing the way the water glimmers on your brown skin. The way its collected on your dark eyelashes. If these were different circumstances maybe for just a handful of seconds he’d let himself get lost in your beauty. But then you acknowledge him– sort of. You hum softly and the leaning of your head on his shoulder. It's a good sign and he relaxes beside you.

“Do you want me to shut it off?” He asks gently, reaching out to take your hands into his. Your fingers are cold as ice, and he rubs at them in a futile attempt to generate some heat.

“No, please. No,” You beg hoarsely, suddenly springing to life. You grip at his hands desperately, eyes wide with panic as you finally meet his gaze.

“Alright, hush, cariño, I’ve got you. C’mere, baby,” He shushes you, pulling you into his arms and flush against him.

At little more present in the moment, you feel the chill registering. You curl up, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. There’s still some warmth in his skin and you press into it, letting the sound of his steady breath lull you back into a dissociative state.

Santi holds you for an undetermined amount of time. He runs his hands up your back, over the crown of your hair, feeling the difference of how your curls feel when wet. His hand drifts to your chin, and he leans away, tipping your head up.

“Honey, you’ve gotta talk to me,” He whispers.

Your dark eyes have a little more life to them, but that’s only amplified the sadness they hold. “Santi, I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, please.”

“I have to, you can’t stay like this. We’ve got to get it out in the open.”

“Like you do?” You challenge– your voice distinctly unkind, harder than he’s ever heard it before. His brow furrows and guilt blossoms inside of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. This just fucking sucks, Santiago. Its all wrong again.”

“Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”

“There’s no way we can fix it. I’m just broken. I’ll always be haunted by her. She’ll always be here, waiting for an opportunity for that.”

“You preach that shit to me and the guys. Day in and day out. Every mission, and you don’t believe it?”

“I do— I did. I believe it for you. For them. You’re good people, Santi. Good men, all of you. You take care of me.”

“You take care of us, honey. Fish hangs on your every word. Will too. Benny is well— Benjamin.”

“And you?”

He shrugs, “You know I gave into this a long time ago. Before we even met. No other way for me to be.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I try to. I want to. There are parts of me too that I don’t like. I want them gone. I rip them up and bury them but they always come back to haunt me. I don’t think that means I’m not trying to be better, but it means I’ll never be the man I want to be.”

You frown at him, concerned, “Santi—“

“It’s okay. I accepted that after the first tour. Sometimes you gotta let the horse be dead.”

“Do you think my horse is dead?”

There’s no room for his ego, no room for hiding when he hears the blatant fear in your question.

He rests his head back against the wall, murmuring, “I think you’re the sweetest thing this earth has to offer.”

“You think so?”

“Bouncing around with your curls, and your sweet little smile. Kicking Benny’s ass with grace while you’ve got a cake in the oven. You should see yourself with Frankie’s little girl.”

“Seems like you watch me a lot,” You suggest softly.

“I watch you all the time,” He admits, but there’s no shame in his voice. In fact you can see resolve in his eyes, and possessiveness. A chill runs down your spine and it’s not from the water. Santi mistakes it for that anyway. “Let me turn this off for us?”

He’s still asking. Still checking in with you though there’s much more light in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

Santi leans up and turns off the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands over your wet curls, pushing them away from your forehead. His thumbs swipe your cold cheeks, brushing away some of the water droplets.

Without that steady sound of the shower, sheets cascading down on you, you both are feeling a little more exposed.

“I came in here to make sure you were alright, not spill my fucking guts. I just had to take care of you,” He says, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

“You can always take it back,” You say teasingly, though most of you expect him to bite at your offer.

He’s said much more in these last few minutes than he ever has to you— Santi’s a sweet guy under all his charm, but he never lets you see below the surface. Not until now, when letting you in seemed like the only way to get you out.

It takes more effort than he expects to pull himself away from you. He leans back against the shower wall, nimble fingers lacing together in his lap. “And lose you?”

“You could never lose me, Santi,” You murmur, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

Your eyes roam him, a little in disbelief at what’s happening right now. But yes, it is Santiago Garcia sitting next to you. With his dark brown eyes, his sharp jaw dappled with stubble, his salt and pepper hair looking much darker and curlier than usual due to the water.

“Yeah?” Santi asks, eyes glued to where yours sits atop his. He traces slowly over the sight of you two linked together, admiring how soft and rich your skin looks even after sitting in a shower for so long.

He’s a goner isn’t he?

“Yeah.”

There are butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies, sweat slicking his palms despite the fact that he’s soaked through his clothes and down to the bone. He realizes in this moment that he’s not just a goner. No— he loves you. He knew that he was harboring some kind of feelings for you, but when your eyes meet his— earnest and tender— he can only think one thing: I love you.

His eyes hungrily drop to your full mouth, and another shiver runs down your spine. “Let me kiss you.”

You nod, squeezing his hand that’s still in yours.

“I need to hear you say it. You have to say it for me, so I can believe it.”

“I want you to kiss me, Santiago. Please.”

He’s on you then. All over you. His hands move quickly, guiding you back into his lap before one loops around your torso and holds you close. The other cups your jaw, angling it back so that he can press his mouth to yours. You’re breathless before the space between you is closed, chest heaving at how sure and firm his hands are. He kisses you. Kisses and kisses you, like his life depends on it. Like you’re lost and the only thing that will guide you home is his insistent tongue.

Your hands slip and slide against the fabric of his wet shirt before you give up, raising them to tentatively cup his face so that you can have leverage.

“That’s it honey, kiss me back. Take what you want to. Whatever you need,” He encourages between kisses.

Take you do. You squirm in his lap until he lets you shift and straddle him. It had started with him leading you, consuming you but now it’s your turn to surround him. Santi gives in, sighing into your mouth as your tongue goes on the hunt for his. You kiss him. Kiss him and kiss him until your mouth aches. When you pull away his is flushed pink, newly wet. You run your thumb over his lips before wiping your own mouth.

He looks up at you like hang the moon. His eyes are soft and hazy, pink mouth pulling up into a smirk. There’s the Santi you know. The Santi you love. But even now, he’s softer and sweeter, gathering you close again.

“What do you need now, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?”

“You.”

“I’m yours.”

santi taglist: @jitterbugs927, @theconsultingdoctor10, @tanzthompson, @clairevoyanceee, @moonmalice, @tiffanypooh, @dearvirtualdiary-blog1, @marc-spectorr, @xbellaxcarolinax, @toracainz, @mccn-bcys, @missdictatorme, @whatthefishh

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steveandbuckysdaughter · 4 months

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Hi, again. 👋

I found the post you were talking about. The stan's account was deactivated, but yeesh. 😬 Nice replies to them, btw.

The stan that bashed on me said I was being misogynistic, even though I'm a black woman who just wanted to see another black character get their chance to shine.

Hell, it's not just the shows and movies (I think this all started with Endgame). It's also the Steve Rogers musical too. I don't know if you know about it, but Disney made the musical real, and it really did Sam and Bucky dirty.

Sam isn't even in it. Maybe he was mentioned once, but the musical showed an image of Sam as Captain America. As for Bucky, his scene from CA:TFA, where he saved pre-serum Steve, was given to Peggy instead. Bucky was mentioned once, and the musical tried to justify Steve's ending from Endgame. All for this ship.

And, frankly, I don't hate Peggy, I'm just more annoyed that other characters get shoved aside as well as this great dynamic that Steve and Bucky had, while she and her ship with Steve has been getting propped up more and more. But, seeing some of your and the others' posts, I get why you guys don't like her.

Girl, don’t get me started on the abomination that was Rogers the musical. It could have been glorious, it had so much potential, but once again Bucky’s role in Steve’s story was given to Peggy, and Sam wasn’t even there!

I feel like Marvel feels the need to tone down Stucky or their friendship overall because it was just too powerful. We all remember the hashtag that begged Marvel to make Stucky Canon, #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend. They just couldn’t let it happen, not to a main and important character like Steve, god forbid. And so ever since civil war Stucky has always had little to no scenes together no matter how well established it was in previous projects. All their scenes and dynamic were given to Peggy, their friendship was toned down, Steve’s whole ending happened. It just feels like Stucky is so menacing to Marvel that the only way to stop us is by destroying Steve, Bucky and their relationship.

I mean, Steve is given no justice in his ending and in all the other projects he appeared in. Bucky went from a victim and prisoner of war to someone who must make amends for things that were beyond his control. And the depth of their friendship was toned down and reduced every time Peggy was involved. And then they wonder why many people in the fandom dislike Peggy or why the whole Rogers the musical initiative flopped the second it went beyond Hawkeye.

Like, even if you don’t ship Stucky you can tell that they care for each other, and you can tell there was a shift after people actually wanted Marvel to take action and do something about this dynamic. Steve can’t get even one episode as his own character because Peggy must be there. Bucky had more luck, but still… and let’s not even talk about Sam, his only appearance was as a zombie!

In another post of mine I ranted about how bothered I was that Peggy was inserted in the 1602 storyline, and i haven’t changed my mind. It would have been so nice to give Steve one episode about himself, about his dynamic with his best friend and about the relationship with himself and his fellow avengers. But no, Peggy must be there too, and for no good reason as well.

I feel like Marvel trying to erase pre-existing relationships to have Peggy shine only results in fans turning their back on Marvel and hiding in fanfiction or whatever piece of media that can actually bring justice to the characters. Once someone on Tumblr said “you gave us the characters, but once you mess them up they’re not yours anymore. You don’t understand and respect them, therefore you don’t deserve them.” and I couldn’t agree more, which is why I am currently reading and writing fanfiction rather than buying into everything marvel gives us.

Peggy was the love interest with more screen time even before what if and all that jazz, she had her own show! And I fear that the day Marvel will realize that pushing a reimagined Nazi turned Mary Sue into every single what if episode where she can fit instead of enhancing the characters that are actually relevant in-universe it will be too late.

Sorry about the rant, I get carried away when it’s about my boys lol

#Steve rogers #pro Steve rogers #anti endgame steve #bucky barnes #pro bucky barnes #stucky #pro stucky #steve x bucky #anti peggy carter #anti steggy #marvel critical #mcu critical #what if #sam wilson #pro Sam Wilson #sam wilson is Captain America

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Over The Odds | Best Friend

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 2 - Jungkook and Taehyung have breakfast

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook is a self-proclaimed over thinker which is one of the many traits that make him an excellent CEO, he analyses every situation for the best possible outcome and never misses a single detail. Until he met you.

“I was surprised when I read the contract,” Taehyung says with a full mouth, having already half-eaten his bacon pancakes, “You’re really not going to sleep with other women?”

It’s not that Jungkook is an international Playboy, he doesn’t have the time to sleep with many women, he’s always so busy with work – but he’s never had a girlfriend either. That’s what intrigued him about the sugar daddy scene in the first place, he has plenty of money and it’s always been easier for him to buy the affection of his partners, rather than earn it.

To this Jungkook shakes his head lightly, “No, she said if I got to sleep with other people then it’s only fair that she does too… And that’s not an option.” The thought of you being intimate with another man makes him physically shudder into his black coffee.

“Sounds like you’re dating her.” The other man hums, shovelling more food inside his mouth.

For as long as Jungkook can remember Taehyung has always been his best friend, they were inseparable as toddlers and thankfully that has continued right through to adulthood. Taehyung was always honest with Jungkook, a quality that was difficult to find in his world as most people would tell him anything they thought he wanted to hear to get his approval. More importantly, Taehyung is the only person who will call him out on his bullshit. With Jungkook being the CEO of Jeon Industries and Taehyung being a brilliant business attorney their friendship has only strengthened over the years, there’s nothing one doesn’t know about the other – nobody knows Jungkook like his best friend.

The two men are currently sitting at the breakfast bar in Jungkook’s penthouse apartment, it’s 7:04AM. Realistically they’re supposed to be preparing for a business conference Jungkook is holding later that day in central London but the conversation has managed to find its way to his sex life with a little work from Taehyung.

“The media is always making me out to be some rich playboy,” Jungkook scatters roasted granola onto his protein yoghurt, “I’m hoping people will take me more seriously if I appear to be in a stable relationship.”

“You’re a billionaire people will take you seriously no matter what.” Taehyung chips in, “And there’s no appearing about it, you like this girl don’t you?”

Jungkook pauses. Suddenly you’re at the forefront of his mind, just last night he’d had you bent over this very surface while he fucked you for what simultaneously felt like hours on end and not long enough at all. You’d showed up to his apartment all guns blazing about the mysterious ten thousand pounds that showed in your bank account with the payment reference Brat, insisting that you didn’t want any money for the first night you’d spent together. He tries to fight a smile at the memory of how he shut you up mid-speech with a fiery kiss that eventually lead to one hell of a night together, if Taehyung knew all the details he probably wouldn’t be so eager to finish his meal here.

“I guess,” Jungkook acts indifferently with a small shrug, “You know I don’t date though, I don’t have the time.”

“Bullshit.” Taehyung calls him out straight away with widened round eyes, “You’ve known her what three weeks? And how many times have you fucked her already?”

“Four. Well technically four and a half.” He smirks, up until one week ago he’d never invited any of his romantic interests, if he could even call them that, to the office – always wanting to keep work and his sex life separate. His cock twitches at the mental image of you tied up completely naked atop of his paperwork while he ate you out, and how he brought you back to his apartment that night to fuck your brains out. You’d barely made it through the door before he had you pinned up against it, your legs wrapped round his waist while he drilled into you hard enough for you to ache the next morning. He has to clear his throat to try and rid himself of the memory before he ends up with a full-blown hard on during breakfast.

Taehyung ignores how someone can be fucked four and a half times, “See. So you do have the time after all, you’re always messaging and calling her. I’m just saying you never act like this, somethings different about you.”

No, you’re different. You’re nothing like he’d expected you to be, nothing like the endless sea of women who would happily use him for his money. The night he met you the price tag was still attached to your dress, he knew you couldn’t afford to keep it and planned to return it but you still refused his money. Ten thousand would probably pay off a lot of your debts, and it would mean you could keep that navy dress that you looked so good in – but Jungkook has realised over the last few weeks that you’re stubborn, a real brat when you want to be, and so he had to specifically instruct the bank to not take the money back, because there’s no doubt in his mind that you would attempt to refund it sooner or later.

Which leads to the one burning question that’s been on his mind constantly these days, why did you accept his offer if not for the money?

“She’s…” Jungkook exhales slowly, “I don’t know.” He admits, because when it comes to you his usually sharp brain turns into a mushy mess, he just can’t figure you out..

“You’ve never wanted to commit a whole year to anyone else. The model was the longest agreement you’ve ever had and she only lasted two months.” Taehyung reminds him with a knowing glance, “You can deny it as much as you want but you like her.”

“Never said I didn’t, like I said I guess I kinda do like her yeah.” Jungkook is usually one to freely speak his mind so these kinds of pressing conversations find a way to make him uncomfortable.

“So why the need for the contract at all? Just ask her out.”

“She’s struggling financially and I want to help, besides the contract makes things easier. We know where we stand with each other and what’s expected of us that way.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Yeah cause heaven forbid you communicate with each other healthily, not everything has to be a business agreement.”

“I don’t date Tae, why are you pushing this so hard?”

Jungkook’s question is ignored by his oldest friend, “When are you next seeing her?”

“Tomorrow night, we’re having dinner.”

“Sounds like a date to me.” A puff of air escapes Taehyung’s nostrils, and deep down Jungkook knows he’s right – it is a date. He’s booked a table at a new five-star Italian restaurant all because he vaguely remembers you mentioning once that you like pizza.

Sensing Jungkook’s discomfort Taehyung’s features soften as he comes to the end of his meal, “So ten thousand? That’s gonna be her monthly allowance?”

“Yeah, I reckon by the end of the year she’ll have definitely paid off everything that she needs to.” Jungkook doesn’t like talking about when the year is finally over, he’s realised. Because one day you’re going to meet somebody else who isn’t so bitterly afraid of commitment and can give you everything you deserve.

“Hmm. Okay I’ll drop it, but if you start getting feelings for her you need to tell her straight away and end things, if you’re serious when you say you don’t want to date her properly. Don’t want you to wind up getting hurt.”

“Of course,” Jungkook nods in agreement, fixing his tie, “I’d expect her to do the same if she ever felt that way about me.”

But no matter how much Jungkook tries to deny it, the fact still remains – It’s already too late. He likes you. And his best friend Taehyung already knows one way or another this is going to end badly.

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blackcatrph · 2 years

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» ━━ SABRINA CARPENTER ‘ EMAILS I CAN’T SEND ’ SENTENCE MEMES.

lyrics pulled from sabrina carpenter’s album ‘ emails i can’t send. ’ please amend pronouns where necessary. nsfw content present.

EMAILS I CAN’T SEND.

“ it’s times like these i wish i had a time machine. ”

“ were you really sleeping ? ”

“ were you lying to me and the family ? ”

“ there’s no us in us when i’m lacking trust. ”

“ you want to discuss ? ”

“ you disgust me. ”

“ don’t make me cuss you out. ”

“ why did you let me down ? ”

“ don’t say sorry now. ”

“ thanks to you, i can’t love right. ”

“ i get nice guys and villainise them. ”

“ i read their texts like they’re having sex right now. ”

“ i’m scared i’ll find out that it’s true. ”

“ i blame you for every worst i assume. ”

“ don’t think i’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did. ”

“ god i love you, but you’re such a dipshit. ”

“ you were all i looked up to, now i can’t even look at you. ”

VICIOUS.

" it was dressed up in heated emotion. ”

“ i tried to look for the best in the worst. ”

“ fuck me, that caused a commotion. ”

“ you’re lucky i’m a private person. ”

“ i’ve quietly carried your burden. ”

“ everyone thinks you’re an angel but shit, i would probably use different wording. ”

“ you’re so vicious. ”

“ love me and then pretend you didn’t. ”

“ crush my heart and wreck my image. ”

“ why you gotta be so vicious ? ”

“ you just run to whoever is winning. ”

“ you said it was me and you for life and now you’re kinda acting like i died. ”

“ you don’t feel remorse. you don’t feel the effects. ”

“ you don’t think you hurt me if you wish me the best. ”

“ i should have known all along i was only the next one to take your love songs as a promise. ”

“ i loved you, but i wish i didn’t. ”

READ YOUR MIND.

“ i can’t read your mind. ”

“ you say that you need to be alone, but night and day you want me at your beck and call. ”

“ you say you know that you might be crossing a line.. ”

“ to think we could ever be casual. ”

“ you’re not my friend. ”

“ why the fuss ? if you say you wanna be mine ? ”

“ tell me, what’s going to happen when it’s you and me in a room but you know you can’t have it ? ”

“ did i get the message in the way you intended ? ”

“ tell me that you need me in your life. ”

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY.

“ you showed up with a boombox. ”

“ who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless ? ”

“ we bonded over black eyed peas and complicated exes. ”

“ it was all so innocent. ”

“ now i’m a homewrecker, i’m a slut. ”

“ i’ve got death threats filling up semitrucks. ”

“ tell me who i am. ”

“ guess i don’t have a choice. ”

“ i’m the hot topic on your tongue. ”

“ i’m a rebound getting around stealing from the young. ”

“ everything’s derailing. ”

“ i was only trying to hold you close. ”

“ you said i’m too late to be your first love but i’ll always be your favourite. ”

“ and all of this for what ? ”

“ when everything went down, we’d already broken up ! ”

ALREADY OVER.

“ we’ve been talking for hours about how we shouldn’t talk for hours on end. ”

“ we’d probably be better off as friends. ”

“ same time here next weekend ? ”

“ say we won’t do this again. ”

“ how am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure ? ”

“ how am i supposed to leave you now ? ”

“ selfishly, i don’t want to give you time to be on someone else’s lips. ”

“ after the aftermath, i know you’ll be coming back. ”

HOW MANY THINGS.

“ there’s no hiding from the thought of us. ”

“ i got ways to find you anywhere. ”

“ i consider you, i’m not trying to. ”

“ it doesn’t matter whether or not i want to, i can’t help it. ”

“ it’s a habit. ”

“ your corner in my mind is well established. ”

“ i wonder how many things you think about before you get to me. ”

“ i feel myself falling further down your priorities. ”

“ i still make excuses for you constantly. ”

“ remember when you left once ? that never made too much sense to me. ”

“ it hurt you so bad hurting me. ”

“ you really came to me for sympathy. ”

“ am i not even a second thought ? ”

BET U WANNA.

“ you told me i’m your only. ”

“ it’s all unfolding babe. ”

“ didn’t think about it when you let me down. ”

“ hurts to see me out of your reach. ”

“ bet you want to love me now. ”

“ that’s right, feel the way it feels when you don’t have control. ”

“ is it feeding all your fears ? ”

“ i bet you hate the way that you said goodbye, and you can’t even tell me why. ”

“ i hate the way that you left me dry. ”

“ i’ll keep that between you and i. ”

NONSENSE.

“ i might change your contact to ‘don’t leave me alone’. ”

“ you said you like my eyes and you like to make them roll. ”

“ treat me like a queen. ”

“ now you’ve got me thrown. ”

“ i can’t help myself when you get close to me. ”

“ i don’t want no one else. ”

“ here’s a lil song i wrote, it’s about you and me. ”

“ i’ll be honest, looking at you got me thinking nonsense. ”

“ when you’ve got your arms around me, it feels so good. ”

“ i can’t find my chill, i must have lost it. ”

FAST TIMES.

“ sky looks so purple i can taste it. ”

“ what the fuck is patience ? ”

“ give me a second to forget i ever really meant it. ”

“ my feelings used to be serrated. ”

“ you speak in such a perfect cadence. ”

BAD FOR BUSINESS.

“ he’s good for my heart, but he’s bad for business. ”

“ he tears me apart when he grants my wishes. ”

“ all my friends think i’ve gone crazy. ”

“ we look good in photographs. ”

“ i like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes. ”

“ i’ve never been so glad to be so tired. ”

“ i’m mad for you. ”

“ it’s sad but it’s true. ”

“ if i’m just writing happy songs, will anybody sing along ? ”

“ you had to go and break into my head. ”

“ i would try to fight these feelings but i can’t find a single reason. ”

“ i’d make all the same mistakes again. ”

“ he’s good, it’s bad. the best i’ve ever had. ”

“ i know that everyone sees that he’ll be the death of me. ”

DECODE.

“ you’re good at the falling, not the staying there. ”

“ you’re good at the giving too much and then getting scared. ”

“ you’re good at impersonating someone who cares. ”

“ you had me for a minute there. ”

“ now i wonder why i let your confusion keep me up at night. ”

“ i reread every single undertone and i overanalyse it. ”

“ where else can we go ? ”

“ there’s nothing left here to decode. i’m done looking for signs. ”

“ there’s a weight off my shoulders now that i don’t chase you. ”

“ did that emasculate you ? ”

“ learning from you that i can walk away too. ”

#sentence meme #sentence memes #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #ask meme #rp ask prompts #rp ask memes #rp lyric meme #lyric rp meme

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xylem-3-keys · 1 year

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Human Donald and Douglas

5/15/2023 Update: I have made a backstory and bio for the Scottish twins. They were first since they're my favorites. Trigger warning still. You can image the artwork in your head because I don't have the motivation to draw doodles of their past.

I'm just too excited to draw them. Have a blue version because I care about Reverend W. Awdry :'D I prefer black and will use black for my future art but still I made the blue version for Rev's legacy. 😤 ✊

NWR 1- 12 Height Comparison

Age 24

Bio

The Scottish twins have the same uniform with the same hairstyle because they enjoy impersonating each other since they were children and intend to make jokes. Despite that, they give a dirty look if anyone tries to piss them off. Both have personalities different from one another as Donald is the calmest twin but is more tempered than Douglas. He has a duck name Dilly and is super gentle towards her since they have first met. Like Henry, Donald was inspired to become gentle towards animals. Douglas is more cheerful than Donald but sometimes he gets jealous over his brother's duck. He never leaves Donald behind and shows his bravery without hesitation despite their bickering, arguing and falling out. Donald and Douglas worked together almost all the time which made both of them practical, peppery and proud of their performance to serve on the North Western Railway.

Backstory (TW // Contains torture mentions death WILL CHANGE THEIR STORY)

Raised by a loving mother and a loving father, Donald and Douglas were taught how to become great brothers to each other, be there for one another and generally be two amazing sons. When they were kids, they loved to play with each other. They loved impersonating each other and having fun wherever they went with their parents. They sometimes argue but no matter how many times, they'll always get back together. They lived a happy and normal life until their lives changed forever.

When the twins were eight at the time they went back home from school, their parents weren't there. They looked around all over the house including the backyard. Their parents weren't present which made them worry because they were always home when the brothers came back from school. Hours have passed by and there is no sign of their parents coming home. The next morning, instead of being taken to school, the police showed up at their home and took them to the police station for an interview. Donald and Douglas told them their story after being informed that their parents had gone missing. Unfortunately there are no witnesses of anything that has happened to their mother and father so they couldn't live on their own, they had to move to an orphanage. However, a private investigator was involved and was interested in adapting them. The twins were sad that they would not see their loving parents again, but they were reassured that he and the police would find them so the twins trusted the investigator and got to know him. So with that, they can still attend school and live on with their normal lives but they are still upset over their missing parents. Years have passed by and they are still not found which made Donald and Douglas lose hope.

When they turned 16, it was their time to work on the Caledonian railway. They were given a class 812 uniform and the number tags of 57646 for Donald and 57647 for Douglas. Unfortunately, they are unable to see their investigator again but he promised to end the investigation once their parents were found. Their boss or controller was ruthless, selfish, and very mean when they first met him. He ran the Caledonian railway full of guards who kept their eye on workers who dared to make a wrong move. They expected a good controller who treats their workers fairly like in other railways but what they have heard was that working class men got punished by torture methods or worst of all execution. The controller held a big grudge against them because they're identical so he ordered them to have their number tattoos on their arms just in case the twins try to play a trick on anyone or remove the number tags off their uniform. Not only they receive tattoos, they were given a torture punishment by the spinning wheel (which contained a list of torture methods: skin burning, whipping, waterboarding, denailing, dry-boarding, walling, stoning, combing, electrocution, rats, and boiling water) as Donald got the ‘waterboarding’ method and Douglas got the ‘whipping’ method. Despite their torture punishments, they were given the same room they have in the Caledonian mansion because the controller had a history of being organized on almost everything he owned. But it didn’t change the fact that they weren’t safe on the railway. The first time they got their punishment under 18 was when Douglas tripped himself and knocked the goods crates by accident, making a mess on the station. The guards forcefully took to a nearby torture cellar. Donald sprung into action to attempt to take out the guards and save his twin but he was immediately pinned down and restrained. Both tried to break free but the guards were stronger than they thought they would be. As they were both dragged into the torture cellar, both were helpless as Douglas got whipped on his back while shirtless and Donald got waterboarded. It was one of the most excruciating pain that they have ever endured in their lives. The reason why they didn’t get executed is because their boss told the twins that it was just the beginning for them. The next time one of them tries to get involved in either of them being restrained will be sentenced to death. Because they didn’t want to lose each other, they became wise enough to follow the rules and not do anything stupid that could lead them to death or suffering the same punishment. Even though they got tortured over small mistakes, they still managed to stay alive and not lose each other. But whenever their controller was having a bad day, he would take out his anger on Donald but mostly on Douglas because of his little lack of being careful and beat both of them with a cane. They couldn’t fight back because they would be sentenced to death. When one of the men told them about their boss, they found out that the controller ordered another set of twins because he couldn’t stand them making mistakes like other Caledonians did in the past and how much they looked alike. There wasn't anything they could to stop the madness. The only choice Donald and Douglass wanted to make was to make their boss pleased but they knew he didn’t care all along. Neither did the controller or boss cared about any of the working class men but treated them like garbage.

Five years later after their living nightmare on the railway, the time has come when the controller informed Donald that he’ll be heading to Sodor for the help of goods work. Douglas on the other hand was going to be executed on the same day his twin would arrive in Sodor. Douglas felt helpless at the time they heard the news. As their controller left, Donald thought of a plan to escape the railway while comforting his brother. Douglas mentioned that they’re identical and wished to get rid of their numbers which gave Donald an idea for their plan to escape. As night fell, it was time for their plan. They went to the bathroom and washed off their tattoos but because it was permanent ink, they went on washing off their last number of “6” and “7.” The numbers aren't completely washed off but it was the best they could do. Donald then told his brother to wait and went to steal a rope from the basement. They used the rope to sneak out of the window without the guards gaining any suspicion towards them. As Donald and Douglas successfully made it out of the mansion and threw away their number tags, they headed on to the nearby station and waited for the train that takes them to Sodor. It was their lucky day that the train that heads south west has arrived at the station. The twins went aboard the train and chose the option to head to Sodor as Donald entered his verification requirements. They were relieved that they escaped this nightmare for now but they still miss their parents who are still reported missing. They miss their investigator who helped them get through the education. Their goal they were focusing on was to arrive at their new destination and have Sir Topham Hatt to keep both twins but they will be traumatized by the pain they have suffered from the actions of their former ruthless controller possibly forever but they'll maybe get through it by therapy and help by new friends.

#ttte #ttte donald and douglas #ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte human #ttte human au #donald and douglas #ttte humanized #ttte humanisation #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #my artz #artists on tumblr #expect some angst and whump art lol #id be squealing too lmao #digital art #dear oh dear what have I done.#i already a idea of what happened to their parents but I don't want to spoil it.#just made the caledonian controller a big asshole lol

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neylakiiroisenkou · 1 year

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~The Great Transgressor’s Reminiscence~

Vicious’ Short Novel Translation, Part 1

Source: Tales of Crestoria manga volume #1 Translation: Neyla Proofreading: Vicious Cult Discord Server (because we share one brain cell)

[You can read the other parts here.]

“You have to live alone.” Those words are stuck in my head. I don't remember the face of the person who said them anymore. They wore black clothes, and had long hair, red like blood. I only remember that vague image. One day I will probably forget even that. When I realized, that person was near to me. But they weren’t always at my side, sometimes they appeared to just suddenly disappear. I think they didn’t want to get close to me. Still, sometimes they approached me.

There was a field full of blossomed white flowers. We met there a lot of times. It wasn’t some sort of promise, but for some reason I felt like I’d meet them if I went there. “Today it will be one year. From your birth.” That’s what that person said after a while. Their expression looked somewhat sad. It happened in the same field of white flowers.

“It's been two years. Since you were born.” That person said again, after a while. From then, some time passed. The times when that person approached me lessened. They didn’t come quite often anymore, many mornings came and many evenings passed by. When they finally came, I realized that their expression was even more sad than the previous times we met. “Today it will be three years since your birth. I can’t do anything for you, nor can I give you anything. That’s why I’d like to at least give you a name.” “Vicious.” From that moment, that became my name. And then, that was the last time I saw that person.

Time passed. I guess four years must have passed by now. But that person didn’t come to see me. It's been four years since I was born. I waited to hear those words for a long time, but they didn’t reach me. Even when I went to that white flower field, I didn’t meet them. No matter how many times I went there, that person didn’t come. No matter how many times I went. No matter how many times I would go. Then, I decided to forget. I erased that person’s face from my mind. It wasn’t easy because tears poured out, but I tried. I had to do my best to erase it, or it would've been more painful. I did my best to erase that person I always met in the white flower field.

Then, one day it happened. In the field of white flowers came another person. Different from that person. “Finally, I found you.” It was a huge person. I thought they were scary. “Is this the brat? Oh well. It’s amazing to receive such a high sum just for killing a kid.” The man pulled out a black scary thing. The next moment, a loud noise resounded. My arm hurt. Blood spilled out. It looked like something flew out from that man’s black thing and pierced my arm. “Tsk, I failed to kill him. Hey brat, don’t move. With the next one I’ll finish you by blowing up your head.” By saying that, the man directed the black thing towards me. I fled, scared. I ran. Somewhere far away. I wanted to go far away from that man, otherwise… I thought it was finally over. But the man, despite his huge body, came at me at incredible speed. He knocked me on my back, and hit my forehead with the black thing. The pain pervaded my head. I never imagined to be that scared. My body was trembling. I couldn’t move. Help me. Someone help me. No matter how much I prayed, no matter how much I cried, nobody came. But instead…

Black flames appeared. “What the hell is this?!” The black flames started to burn the man that caught me. First from the legs, then the arms. In the end, the black flames reached and burned the man’s face. “Gwaaaahhhh!!” The man screamed in pain. It was my chance to run away, but I couldn’t. When I looked, everything around me was engulfed by the black flames. The white flowers that should’ve been next to me were all burned to crisp. It was so sad. I wanted to extinguish the flames, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to do it. Meanwhile, the flames started to spread farther and burn everything else. The white flowers. The trees. Even the soil. Everything that had been there turned into ashes. “Curse you…” The man was holding his half-burned face, and looked at me with fierce eyes. “I won’t forgive you. I will remember this, you brat. I will definitely kill you!” That’s what the man shouted, with the untamed flames still burning half of his face. His wrath was burning more than those flames. “I won’t let this go! Definitely! Without fail! I will be the one that will kill you! You―!” The man shouted. “Enemy of the world!” The man went away. I was scared, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I was filled with so many emotions and fell asleep exhausted.

When I woke up, the flower field was no more. All that was left were the ashes from what the black flames had burned. I muttered. “Enemy… of the world…” The words floated in the air without emotion.

#tales of crestoria #Vicious #vicious short novel #neyla tales translation

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thestormthatrises · 1 year

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#moshang fic idea

The one where SQH practices shibari daily:

It started out, as most things do, as a drunken idea. It was the end of a long week. That was preceded by a long month. To say nothing of the year that came before that! And his life? Ah! SQH really needed a drink. Or two. Or three. He was lonely. He was drunk. He wanted to do... Something. ANYTHING! Anything else than just work and despair about his unfair lot in life.

SQH remembered all those sexy images from comics and magazines lost to time and another world. How beautiful and content those women seemed to be, all tied up in beautiful webs of satin and silk or dark rope. It had all been so... Pretty.

Hell, he even put much of what he'd seen in this damn book he was now living in.

But he never tried it out on himself before.

Well, be it by boredom, distress or the sheer alcohol in his system, he was gonna do it now!

...

It wasn't a great start.

As a millennial taken away before kinks had how-to *safely* blogs, he hadn't know exactly what type of rope to try or how to make it pretty like the pictures.

He just found some scraps of rope he had lying around and went to work, drunken fingers Tightening messy knots all over his body untill his torso was hugged completely by the coarse rope.

And...

And it felt quite nice, actually.

Yeah, the rope stung and bit at his flesh. Yeah, the knots were ugly and bad. But... It felt. Nice. Secure.

Like a hug.

He felt centered and put together. Something was holding him in place in this mad existence. He could focus on his body, his breathing-- his breathing evened out.

It felt... Nice. Good. Great, even.

He liked it.

He liked it a lot, actually.

And so it began that SQH experimented with his new... Discovery.

He really wanted to say kink - the poor lonely, *aging* virgin in him was desperate for some sort of sexual mark stone -, but the truth of the matter was that it wasn't even sexual.

He just... Kinda liked it.

He liked how it felt. He liked how it made him feel and think. He liked how it made him look.

(He was the ugly duckling of CQM but the ropes... He looked pretty with the ropes)

So why not find the best way to feel and look good?

He tried so many different types of rope. So many patterns. So many knots. He'd just popped open a bottle of wine and went to town with rope and his notebook, detailing every part of the experience.

Self-shibari was becoming his metaphorical best way to spend a Friday night!

(Not that he had 'friday nights', of course. He couldn't have that type of consistency in his life. Always working. Always busy busy!!

But when he did have a rare moment to himself. A fleeting instant of peace where he wasn't exhausted and stressed, he'd unwind with the little Rope he had and...

And breathe.)

And after many, many nights and even more bottles, Qinghua found what he liked best.

For relaxation, he liked silk black ropes, with heavy knots and constriction on his chest and waist. So tight that he could feel it when he breathes.

For work, he liked to use leather ropes, that dug into the meat of his body and bit at him when his posture was bad or when he felt exhaustion almost take him. He liked it around his neck and chest and upper arms.

It felt good. Great. Perfect, even.

It felt like an embrace from a lover he'd never have, that would never leave him.

Nobody... Actually cared for or about SQH. Not back *then.* Not as a child. Not here, in this goddamn sect..

Nobody cared for the bruises on his arms. He was always filled with bruises for one reason or another anyway.

Nobody cared if he was hurt.

Nobody cared if he was well.

Nobody even saw him. Not really.

The ropes sometimes felt like his only lifeline to sanity, tethering him to this god forsaken world.

...

SQH started wearing shibari under his clothes as a mistake.

He'd fallen asleep on night with it still on; too fascinated, drunk and melancholic to give up that embrace just yet, and had woken up late the next day.

The knots had been too intricate to undo in a timely fashion And he was loathed to just cut it all up.

So he put layers on top of layers of clothes on top of it all and hoped for the best as he dashed to the meeting he was late for.

It was, hands down, the best work day of his whole life.

It should've been the most stressful, he knew. He should've been freaking out that someone was going to find out his dirty, not so dirty, secret.

But the ropes weren't visible under his Peak Lord costume.

And, again, no one gave a shit about him.

They all looked past him with a vague look of annoyance or dismissal on their Faces and that was that.

The ropes were also doing their magic, grounding him in a way that made his brain all fuzzy.

It was wonderful!

His Martial siblings even saw him smile. Genuinely. For the first time.

There was no turning back from this bliss.

...

MBJ found out about his servant's indiscretions when, when he had moved to beat him (badly. Qinghua had been late. MBJ didn't like to be kept waiting. He needed to be punished); as he picked up that sneaky little cultivator by the scruff of his collar...

A flash of black came to Full view.

The demon prince growled, his sharp nails tearing at the yellow silk of An Ding.

"My king!!" There was an attempt of modesty on Qinghua's part, holding the tathered clothes close to his chest.

MBJ didn't stop though. He was driven. More layers were ripped More black he could see.

And intricate, inky web of diamonds all over SQH'S back.

He turned the cultivator forward, pushing his hands out of the way. The dark lines came together around an empty heart shape over Qinghua's sternum before plunging down and hugging his soft, pale Waist and then further... Further...

"...What is this?" He demanded, the urge to punish completely gone. It had given way to an alien sense of wonder, a hungry sort that made him want to-- need to touch.

And then SQH went and knelt before him.

And begged.

"I'm so sorry, My king please! This servant is dirty! He's a degenerate! Forgive this worm, my king! I'll never do it again!" He was shaking.

*Beautiful.*

"I asked you a question, Shang Qinghua"

He was crying.

"It's... A technique, my king. A... Well, it's used sexually. A sexual Technique for lovers. The binding of one's love.... To make them beautiful and helpless..."

MBJ got mad again. Shang Qinghua had a lover?!

"But but but not me, my king! Never me! Who would even want me? Ha ha no! I I I just do it because it helps me"

"Helps... You?"

"yeah, yeah-- I mean, it--" god, how to explain?? This was so embarrassing! But MBJ looked like he was going to kill him. He needed-- "It helps me think."

Oof...

"It's nice, ok? It feels nice to be held! It helps ground me in my task. I know it's dirty and ugly but it helps"

Fuck! Why was he crying again??

Why was he crying when he was going to die all over again??

Why couldn't he have a dignified death for once??

Why was life so cruel that he couldn't have one good thing?! Just one thing for himself that made him feel nice and pretty and good--

Death didn't come.

MBJ just stared at him for what felt like an hour and then kicked him down so that his chest hit the ground.

"Don't be late again" he said and then proceeded to expect SQH to go on as if nothing happened.

He... Couldn't do that.

The ropes weren't working anymore.

His chest was too tight. He couldn't breathe. His sling felt too hot. Even the soft silk felt too rough in it. He couldn't stop crying. The shame and the despair were too great.

Why had MBJ felt the need to know?!

Why couldn't he just leave SQH alone??

Why couldn't he just have this?! This one thing?! His own thing?!

He wasn't hurting anyone! He wasn't doing anybody harm?!

Why did his king have to go and find out and become disgusted and dismissive and angry at him?!

He would never be able to look MBJ in the eye Again!

His hands clawed at the rope, trying to be free of this shame.

"What are you doing?" Came low and dangerous from above him.

SQH couldn't answer. He didn't have enough air inside him to make into words. He could only claw at his chest and try--

"Answer me!"

"You hate me!" Came out choked, strangled. "Why do you hate me?! I love you so much! Why do you hurt me and hate me and humiliate me?!"

MBJ stepped back, utterly shocked, confused, angry and... Concerned.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I just wanted to be good--I just wanted to be good for one thing. Why do you hate me?! Why do you do this to me?! Is it because I'm weak? Because I'm ugly?! I try so hard for you"

SQH was hyperventilating.

He felt like he was having a panic attack.

No.

No, actually it felt worse than that.

He felt like he was dying.

"why do you hate me?" He whimpered, gasping for air. "I love you so much... Why did you do that? How could you do that?? I love you so much-- I just wanted to be good--"

The air was thick with distress, sorrow and pain. Hot and salty with scent of SQH'S tears and sweat. But unlike earlier, his tears and his pleading did not arouse... Whatever it was in MBJ.

They sickened him in the worst way.

They sickened him with guilt.

Poisoned him in a way that he couldn't even feel elation for the human's confession.

He could just stare at the broken form SQH made on the ground and feel...

Guilt.

He was bare now, torn open by the demon's claws. Red from pain and shame and his own blunt nails running down His sides in a manic attempt of freedom. He was frantic, humiliated, mad--

Because of MBJ.

Who he loved.

MBN wasn't good with emotions. He had forsaken them with his uncle's betrayal. He had only just begun to feel things again because... Because of the human at his feet.

This insane little rat of a person that was the only one he could rely on. The only one that was for him. The only one for him...

He didn't know what to do.

(Twitter poll decided their fate)

The ropes came undone as he stalled. SQH tore at them, pulling away messily at dark webs as he tried to breathe. He cried. He choked. He shuddered. He broke.

Again and again. Like a wave against a stormy beach.

And it was...

Well, it was scary.

There was no other way to put it.

MBJ had been through and seen many many awful things. Theirs was not an easy or kind world. You had to be either as strong as him or as resilient as Qinghua to make it thru it all.

If not, you were dead.

But this wasn't death.

This was shattering.

The high that had kept SQH together ever since that fateful night was gone.

He was crashing hard.

Crashing at his king's feet.

Crashing... Because of MBJ.

And in such a way that... That he didn't seem he would recover.

And that was so... So scary. Terrifying.

(MBJ didn't want to think of a world without Qinghua in it. A future where his servant wasn't by his side. A life were he couldn't have the human--)

Qinghua hugged the tatters of his robes to his chests, shaking at the cold of MBJ'S displeasure. It was all he could do. His strings, all that had been keeping him together, had just been brutally and abruptly cut.

He didn't even feel strong enough to fly away.

However, as the cultivator felt his thoughts spiral, a heavy weight fell again on his back.

A strange, unfamiliar, *soft* weight.

MBJ had draped his fur cloak over his servant's shoulders.

SQH lifted his watery, incredulous eyes up from the ground and found that demon was so Much closer than he had last noticed.

MBJ was still unreadable to him but... He looked a tad less murderous than before.

"My..--"

"This king will touch you" MBJ warned.

"Y-you don't have to" Came automatically. Help seldom came without strings attached and he had already Made such a fool of himself. Already tested out whatever patience MBJ had for pathetic things. Already shown himself disgusting and ugly and--

A cool finger pressed against the middle of his feverish forehead.

"Qinghua" that deep, rich voice was hard to ignore.

A cool feeling rushed thru his aching head, his burning lungs, his red, abused skin.

"My king..."

"Yes" and it was almost like a purr. Fuck, since when was Airplane shooting towards the sky a cat person? "Focus on this king" MBJ ordered, calm, measured, honest.

And SQH obeyed, focusing on How good that cool touch was against his skin as MBJ placed his full palm over his tear stained eyes. He focuses on the qi circling his stressed meridians. He focused on MBJ'S even breathing, trying to match it with his own.

And, as the tears dried up, he was made to focus On the way MBJ'S chest felt. The demon prince picked him up from the ground and hugged him, tight, and--

And--

And it felt nice, ok?

It felt... Good.

It felt *perfect.*

SQH buried his face against MBJ'S chest and tried really hard not to cry again but it was difficult.

He couldn't remember the last time someone had ever hugged him out of their own volition.

"I'm sorry" he whimpered, lost and heartbroken.

Why did it have to be like this? When he was like this? When he was this? Why now?

Strong arms tightened around him.

"...This king was the one in the wrong" MBJ rumbled. "You needn't apologize"

"But... But I'm disgusting."

"Qinghua is not"

The cultivator whimpered again, burying himself even further into the demon, as if trying to burrow a way into his chest cavity.

"I'm a bad person" SQH said, his words muffled against the mounds of MBJ'S breasts.

"..." He was. A little bit. His servant was petty and vengeful and a traitor. But MBJ liked him that way

SQH was *his* petty, spiteful, vengeful little rat.

"Qinghua isn't that bad."

"You... You hate me" the human sniffed, looking up at the demon who held him so tight it was wonderful.

MBJ met his gaze and shook his head. "This king doesn't hate Qinghua."

"..."

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

SQH closed his eyes and allowing himself to clutch tightly to MBJ'S solid frame.

"Ok..." He conceded. "I believe you, my king"

"Hm"

A beat of silence. SQH sighed.

"...Thank you"

Another beat of silence. MBJ laid his chin against the crown of Qinghua's head.

"...You're welcome."

(SQH doesn't let go of MBJ.

MBJ takes him home and the poor man just can't let his king go. MBJ is forced to bathe with SQH, eat with SQH, lay down next to SQH and keep hugging him tight as he does it too.

And...

It's nice.

It's good.

It's perfect.)

(Eventually - THANK ALL THE GODS AND SAINTS - SQH does start doing shibari in a sexual way too.

He teaches MBJ his favorite knots and MBJ ties his consort up when he sees that SQH is overworking himself.

He likes to tie his husband's arms behind his back and Have him kneel on a cushion beside him on the throne, where he can pet Qinghua's hair and feed him delicious morsels and delicacies and then fuck him brainless after royal duties are done 💙)

THE END.

#saving shit from my twitter #mxtx svsss #SVSSS #Moshang #mobeijun #mobei jun #airplane shooting toward the sky #shang qinghua

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footballdesires · 1 year

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speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him.

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german.

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences.

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared.

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee.

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese.

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them.

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

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phantommaws · 2 months

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PikuHan Snippet - Pale Reflections

I’ve been sitting on this wip for a little while and don’t know where to take it. I’ve only been in the AOT fandom for just under a year and my current fic is focused on LeviHan, but I’m also writing a oneshot to show my love for PikuHan. I would love any comments and/or constructive criticism on what I have so far, or for you as the reader to hopefully enjoy my content so far <3

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What if?

It was a question that plagued her as she sat on the mattress in complete silence, long black hair tangled from neglect. The night was cold and dark, and with it came the horrible thoughts and feelings of despair; Pieck was no stranger to such emotions now – they were commonplace in her day-to-day life following the Rumbling.

The battle had been the hardest she had ever fought in her life and she revelled in the knowledge that she was able to return to her father. However, nothing could ever come close to helping the heavy pain of loss that settled across her entire being like a blanket.

The war had not been without severe casualty; despite the immense efforts of everyone in the Alliance, they had only managed to save a fraction of humanity – a meagre 20%. Yes, she had to admit that it was better than nothing, but her heart ached whenever she thought about it too much. About what it had meant, considering how she had suffered such a deep, personal loss from which she wasn’t sure she could recover from.

Upon first meeting them, Hange Zoë had come across as nothing more than a crazed, eccentric soldier with a passion for science and nothing more. However, as Pieck had taken the time to get to know them better, she had learned that behind their strange demeanour lay a kindhearted person who just wanted to understand more about the world and those who resided in it.

It was admirable, and she had taken the time to sit with the Commander and tell them everything that she knew about the people of the world, the different countries and cultures. It had been worth it to see the way that the light would return to Hange’s eyes and the way that they would smile upon learning something new.

That smile.

Oh, that smile. How Pieck longed to see it again, even if just once. Hange had rarely smiled in the days leading up to the beginning of the Rumbling, and that fact alone made the former titan shifter sink further into her feelings of despair.

No matter how hard she tried, she would always fail to conjure up an image of Hange’s smile. Even their face was slowly starting to look blurry whenever Pieck imagined them, and it terrified her to no end when she realised that she was also beginning to forget the sound of Hange’s voice.

Laying down and curling under the covers did nothing to soothe her horrible thoughts. It had been roughly eight months since the Rumbling had been stopped, and yet the pain felt as fresh as the day it happened. The bed was cold and Pieck felt so very lonely, trying to ignore the fact that the one she longed for would never be able to share it with her.

She missed the way that Hange would hold her close at night, arms wrapped around her chest while her head rested under the older scout’s chin. The way that they would kiss the back of her neck while whispering sweet nothings about the plans they had made together for a future family – a future that would now never happen. It made Pieck feel physically sick with grief, to imagine a life that would now never be lived.

…

Eight Months Prior

Pieck shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot as she stood there on the stage alongside the other members of the Alliance. Something about being stood in front of a crowd of thousands of people felt so inherently wrong to her – she hated the thought of being put on a pedestal for simply doing what was right.

“These medals have been presented to each of you as a symbol of your bravery in the Battle of Heaven and Earth. May your names be committed to the history books and may the many generations to come tell the story of your heroic deeds upon this land.”

The cold metal felt like a deadweight sat there upon her chest. She didn’t want this; all she wanted was for her deeds that day to be forgotten and for her to live out the rest of her life in peace with her friends and family. But now, she knew that was not a possibility for her. The Alliance would be expected to take up the mantle of being ambassadors for Marley. To negotiate with the island of Paradis and be responsible for preventing any future conflicts was an incredibly big responsibility for anyone, but for Pieck it felt like the weight of the world itself was resting on her shoulders.

“Captain Levi Ackerman, I believe that you wanted to say some words?”

She brought her gaze back up to follow the Captain as he slowly made his way up to the podium, struggling even with the cane he now used to help himself walk short distances. He looked so tired and pained, and his voice matched his expression as he began his speech.

“There are many things to be said about the events that have transpired here. The losses suffered by everyone who has survived were unnecessary and I personally cannot even begin to imagine how I would apologise for the lives that were cut short. But from the ashes of devastation rises a new era for the future of humanity, one in which I am hopeful for peace between the people of Eldia and the world.

“It has taken an innumerable amount of sacrifice to bring about an end to the Rumbling, and none other stands out more than that of our selflessly brave leader and Commander, Hange Zoë…”

It felt as though her entire body reacted upon hearing her lover’s name mentioned in the Captain’s speech…

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junebugwriter · 1 year

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I guess I never had much of a chance.

I just started watching Jessie Gender on Youtube's essay about masculinity and... it hit like a goddamn truck. So much of what she talks about in her past so closely mirrors my own, it's downright eerie. Down to the fact that I was an Eagle Scout. Although, to be fair, it sounds like she had a much better time in it than I did, considering I never really made many friends in my boy scout troop, and I never worked any of the camps.

But to the point... I really did echo a lot of her experience. I tried my hardest to be a man. To live up to the ideals of masculinity that society enforces. But I was never going to be anything close to that. I was always too fat, too sensitive, too emotional, and too unathletic to ever be anything close to Western Masculinity (tm).

I did try though. I was desperate to be seen as something close to approaching masculine, but it came out in such strange ways.

For those who don't know me in person, I grew up in the United Methodist Church, quite literally. My dad was a pastor all his life, and that's the only life I knew growing up. As such, we lived life "in a fishbowl," as we'd call it. That means we were supposed to be the Model Family. Above all reproach, under all scrutiny. If any of us stepped out of line, we were going to be reprimanded for it. Do you folks on here have any idea what that does to a kid? My parents loved me, to be sure, and I bear them little ill will. They did their best under the circumstances. But we were a religious family in Texas. There's very little non-conformity afforded to us. My mother, God bless her, she already bucked tradition. She wasn't exactly feminine, mostly. Sure, she wore dresses, wore makeup, even went square dancing with my dad. But she had little time for the trappings of femininity, and only wore them under obligation. She did not enjoy being a pastor's spouse, for the most part. She endured it, for my Dad's sake, but she made no secret that she wasn't going to pretend to be some Stepford Wife bizarro Tammy Faye Bakker. Not her.

So I grew up with my dad, a uniquely anxious person, stressed about how me and my brother were going to make it. My dad was a pretty old-school guy, but at heart he was a bleeding heart liberal, as much as one could be in Texas in the 80's and 90's in religious circles. There's not a single Democratic president he didn't vote for. He was Democrat til he dies. Yet... that could never be public knowledge. Not in the church. Not in Texas. So already, we became bearers of secrets. Mom isn't a pastor's wife. Dad isn't a Republican. And so we were taught to bear our own secrets.

I'm neurodivergent. I have ADHD. And I am almost entirely incapable of telling a lie. (Ask my partner, she knows!) But little secrets... that was a matter of survival. Little secrets, for the benefit of the Image. Everyone has them, I learned. But God help you if your secrets ever got out.

So I learned, and learned, and learned some more. I'd ask questions, and to their credit my parents answered most of them truthfully, if they could. But there were some things you do not question.

One of them was gender. But I did not know that word.

How could I?

Not in that environment. Not in the fishbowl. Not in Texas. Not in the church.

Girls did x, boys did y, and that's that. Girls were x, boys were y, and that's it. End of discussion. Black and white.

There were signs I did not conform. I loved the show Barney and Friends... until I overheard kids at school call it a show for girls and little babies. Not a show for boys.

Overnight I stopped watching.

I used to sleep with a blanket every night. I loved, adored that little blanket. I found solace in Linus from Peanuts, and his little blue blanket. But my father chafed at its ever-presence. He never said anything against it, but he didn't have to. I could tell. So my mother, God bless her, she stitched me and my brother some pillows with fun animal designs on them. They substituted for the blanket. Father approved, as they had things like tigers and killer whales on them, which were Boy Approved (tm) things to like.

But then there was the ladybug puppet. It was a cute little stuffed ladybug that fit on my hand, and it even had an extra leg so as to be anatomically accurate. I slept with that every night.

Until my mother told me that dad didn't want me to do it anymore. He was worried it was too "feminine." And she said it in a very sing-song voice, a teasing tone I grew all too familiar with.

So into the closet the puppet went. And me with it.

I became hyper-vigilant about what could be perceived as "feminine" from there on out. I watched what I did like a hawk, trying never to ever raise the annoyance or ire of my dad or my peers. But it was never enough. As anyone who has ever had to play that game of gender chess, there was never going to be any chance for someone who is a trans girl to ever be anything but, even if they didn't know that was what they were.

I didn't hear the word "transgender" until I was in grad school. By then, I had already felt a call to ministry. By then, I had long ago locked up all gender nonconformity in a closet back when I was in grade school. I had lost an entire childhood, teenhood, early young adulthood. And by then, I felt like they described what being trans was like, as if it was for someone else. Glad I didn't deal with that issue!

But I did. I simply did not allow myself to question things. Did not allow myself to break the box I was put in as a child. Because I was a white guy, going to be a pastor. I figured I would just be that all my life.

Life has changed about three times since then. I only allowed myself to ask myself the hard gender questions in October of last year. I was 35. I'm turning 36 this next month.

I'm starting my life over again, a fourth time. But I'm actually looking forward to the future, for the first time in my entire life.

Because now it actually exists.

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eclipsewarrior101 · 11 days

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Inbox {hi, so i got excited as you know, and you're cooking with this nightmare scanario, so i'm just here to drop a little something before it consumes my brain :) }

This was something me and @starpiratee were talking about for macnacross ship au idea cause there isn’t enough of this. An idea where they get to have a happily ever after together.

Written by nova /@starpirateee. Please check them out they do starkid fic requests and more.

Title: Reunion in the Black & White Part 1

“ Wilbur…?”

The name hurt, like a knife strike taken straight to the throat. The thing that once bore that name twisted away from the sound of it, somewhere between repulsed and violently disturbed. That wasn't who he was anymore, They had taken it away from him, stripped bare his identity and everything that made him the man Wilbur Cross.

What remained— the thing that called himself Wiley in an attempt to seem more human than he was— had learned to recognise that name as something other, as something detached from himself. It hurt less that way.

Still, it rang through the inside of his brain, rebounding off the echo chamber the Lords had left so purposefully empty, and sunk in deep. Though, no matter how hard he tried to say something, no words escaped. He wanted to protest, to claim that they knew he wasn't Wilbur, but something stopped him in his tracks.

That voice wasn't one of theirs.

That voice, reluctant as he was to admit it, belonged to one John McNamara. And he would know it anywhere.

Once upon a time, that would've been a good thing. John's fresh-coffee-and-ink voice was always a reminder of the present; maybe of the work they had to do, or something he'd gotten excited about, or the small hours of the late night that the two of them would spend locked in conversations about the respective theories of physics and mechanics. John himself was a comforting presence once, too. There was a deep affection there, and that was something not often shared between the people of their industry.

Now? Now John's voice was nothing more than a reminder of the things he could never have. That tone— that oh so familiar, welcoming tone— had been used against him one too many times. Now it came with an automatic response. Now, Wilbur became aware that he needed to get rid of whatever was causing the vision or the projected image of the man he used to love... Before it ended up getting worse.

They'd pulled this trick before. They'd used John's name, his image, his voice against him in so many ways that Wiley was no longer able to discern which of his memories were real and which were tarnished replications from the multiple occasions his affections had played a significant role in the Lords' entertainment.

Flashes fanced through his head. He wasn't even sure if his eyes were open. Something burned. John was injured again. This wasn't real... It wasn't real, but he wouldn't go away with a blink. The injuries didn't change, and they didn't shift. This was worse than the rest of them. John wasn't moving, but his eyes were still blue. He was wounded, trying to hold himself up, but it looked for a second like he didn't know how. Like he wasn't used to the vast nothingness and the unsturdy, ever-moving blackness.

Their gazes met from a distance both feet and inches away. John's eyes were blue. They hadn't been blue since before all this. Since before the portal, and the dark, and the endless torment...

They were getting better at their games.

"Wilbur..." The John-shaped thing muttered again, as if he couldn't believe it. For him, he had been running in a place with no direction, trying to find an escape he wasn't even sure he was going to reach. And while he hadn't found an escape, he had found something— someone— that he couldn't decide was a worse or a better fate.

Was it all a dream? A violently realistic hallucination caused by his slow, steady departure from the plains of existence?

Wiley stood, rose to his full height. He was taller than John remembered, somehow, even though there was a part of him that believed that was impossible. Wilbur had been the same height as long as he'd known him, nothing ever changed in that regard. And yet it seemed so unmistakably true that now, against all odds, he was taller than he was the last time he stepped foot in PEIP hq.

"Shut up." His voice was harsh— stained with the phantom pain of screaming into an endless void— and as cold as the air that hung between them. John faltered, his brow furrowing.

"Huh?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. You ain't foolin' me this time," he hissed, though he wasn't entirely sure whether he was scared or mad beyond comprehension.

"Wilbur, what're you talking about?"

"STOP! I don't care if ya can't think of nothin' better, and this is the best you got, but you. do not. get to call me _that._"

His breath came out heavy. He was staring desperately at John, trying to make sense of why there was nothing wrong with him, and why this was the most accurate they'd ever gotten to a vision of John, and why this one seemed so hellbent on trying to destroy him from the inside out. Playing with his mind was one thing, but making him hold onto the past— making him see the last person who would ever hurt him— it was getting more and more painful with each iteration.

He took a lengthy step towards the John-shaped thing. John didn't hesitate, nor did he try and advance. He did, however, seem to be unsturdy on his feet, like the injury was really holding up. Like this wasn't an act.

That was impossible. John wasn't here. He'd warned him not to open the portal again. He'd been too afraid of finding out what the Lords would do to him— to anyone— to even consider the possibility that John would, one day, open the gateway again.

Wiley kept advancing. John became less and less certain about his ability to keep himself upright, and stumbled back a half pace. The moment he registered the movement, Wiley pulled a knife, done with the lies and done with seeing them mess with John like this.

"You don't know him." He pointed the edge of the blade threateningly close to John's throat, starting to circle him like a predator. "Ya never have. Ain't too clever from up close. Soon's I drive this thing into his heart, you ain't got another way t'mess with him."

John's eyes went wide. He vaguely recalled the events that transpired the day Wilbur returned from the excursion on the other side of the portal, and the mad bastard he'd become through some means unknown to everyone at PEIP... This was that, wasn't it? Something in this expanse had left him broken, and that was what was going on now...

Instinct told him to edge away from the knife, but Wiley stopped his pacing the moment John so much as shifted. He glared at him with an animalistic hunger, seemingly waiting on him to say something, or to make a move.

"Wil, I-" the blade touched the edge of his throat. "Wil, please! I don't know what you're seeing but I don't know what you're talking about!" He tried to keep his voice as level as possible, but it was hard with the panic surging through him and the glint fron the knife up against his neck.

Wiley faltered. He hadn't heard that nickname in over a decade. Only one man had ever called him that, and it had been ingrained that far into his mind that the Lords had never found it, no matter how much of him they scraped out and replaced.

"... John?"

John nodded, and slowly reached under the collar of his shirt. He pulled out a chain, similar— so Wiley noticed— to the one he was wearing himself. On the end were a pair of tags, and the topmost one bore a name that made him drop the knife completely.

Cross, Wilbur D.

As the relief flooded him like a monsoon, he lifted his hand to the ones around his own neck, the ones bearing John's name, and a shaky smile started to flicker on his face.

"John!"

#starkid wiley #starkid john macnamara #macnacross #they are ex lovers your honor.#mention of past trauma and abuse #let Wiley and macnamare be happy in another timeline #some fun fic ideas cooking #a possible nightmare time episode #starkid

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