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malereadermaniac · 2 months

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Serial Cheater ~ Mako x Male Reader

This takes place somewhere along season 2 - Mako having just broken up with Korra and chatting to Asami again

You are a core member of team Avatar!

Short fic! Sorry lol

Even though Mako is the kind of guy fan girls swoon over, most people would say that he's pretty down to earth

Your friends wouldn't describe Mako as flirty or as a serial romantic

But for the entire time you've known the muscular fire bender, some things have stuck out to you - most notably that he is, in fact, a flirt and a serial cheater (on accident)

Mako never actually means any harm to the girls he dates, but you have noticed a trend in his dating patterns of dating drop-dead gorgeous girls with a little overlap between them

It may just be the law of attraction - maybe Mako is just a magnet to romance and he can't help it

But it's most definitely a fact that if an opportunity is presented to the police officer, he takes it

And that is exactly what got the both of you into this situation

Mako and you were hanging out, Korra away somewhere on avatar business and everyone else at their respective jobs

The two of you were just chilling in Mako's apartment, having ordered take-out and drinking some new companies mass-produced rice-wine

As conversations drifted from one to the other, Mako started to vent about his highly active love-life

Being a good friend, you listened to the tall police officer - nodding along to assure him that you're listening to his ramble about his feelings for Korra and also for Asami

You of course throw in a joking comment or two at Mako's adulterous nature, but all in all you listen to his problems and offer your comfort

And your comforting and caring nature, mixed with the alcohol in Mako's system, was what resulted in your current situation

That being you on Mako's lap, making out with you handsome friend

Yes, you broke the kiss initially

Yes, you said you two shouldn't do this because of your close friendship with both of Mako's love interests

Yes, Mako begged for your warm, soft lips and for your comfort

And yes, you gave in...

Even though Mako was just yapping on about kissing Asami less than 24 hours ago, his chiseled face and warm brown eyes drew you in like an inescapable black hole

As the two of you made out, clothing started to make its way off of your body - the air in Mako's apartment becoming hotter and stuffier

But as your nude chest rubbed against the handsome man's pecs, a knock of the door forced you two apart

"Mako? Hey I wanna... talk about earlier!" you could hear your dear friend's voice shout

Asami was behind that door, and you most certainly didn't want her to walk in and see you and her not-so-boyfriend-boyfriend getting it on

You and Mako struggle to get off of one another and desperately reach for your clothes to cover up

You head to the bathroom to hide and dress back up as Mako let's Asami in to talk

You over-hear the two as you wait in your friends' tiny bathroom

Their conversation had ups and downs, but it definitely ended in an up

You peaked out of the crack between the door frame and the door, watching as Asami and Mako kissed goodbye

As the front door shut, you open the bathroom door and lean on the frame

"Sooo... looks like you really just can't help yourself" you say with a smirk to Mako

The tall man chuckles as he walks over to you

"Heh... yeah, I guess so"

"I don't think you deny being a playboy much longer, haha..." you joke

Mako holds you head up with his soft hand to make you look him in the eye - Mako's height being emphasised

"Shut up... and what if I am?" Mako half-lids his eyes as he focuses on your features

And while you know that it's a dick move on your part, breaking Asami's and even Korra's trust, you couldn't help but push your lips against Mako's

Your hands rest on Mako's strong chest, his tongue slipping past your lips as his masculine hands slip onto your waist

"That's what I'd do if your were... Hmhm~" you laugh after breaking from Mako's warm lips

The two of you laugh as the strong man picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck

As Mako makes his way to his bed, all thoughts of guilt float out and away from your brain

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esamastation · 6 months

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Part sixty-one of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty

"There, wasn't that so much faster?"

If looks could kill, Tseng's answering glare would've had him six feet under. He doesn't object, though, and Sephiroth grins smugly. He knows might've given the Turk a perfect opportunity to observe his new abilities and that might come back to bite him in the ass, but Sephiroth doesn't care anymore.

He's already fucked everything up! He's killed the protagonist! Maybe! Possibly!

Though true enough, Final Fantasy VII has a weird relationship with mental illness and death and coming back from both, so brain dead is probably nowhere near permanent - but then again, it might be a gateway to who knows what kinds of shenanigans. Especially where Cloud Strife is concerned! The guy was mind controlled left and right, literally swam through the Planet, came out with a major case of broken brain, had someone go into said brain, and recovered! Like. Cultivators could go through some weird stuff too, but that is really something else together!

And the worst thing is, Sephiroth doesn't know how reliant this world is on its protagonists. Back in PIDW, if something happened to Luo Binghe, it might've very well led to Game Over for the rest of them. It definitely would've been Game Over for Shen Qingqiu! Their Protagonist was literally the lynchpin holding everything together. What if Cloud Strife is the same?

And what if Sephiroth's sloppy approach to transmigration this time led to his death?

So, yeah. He doesn't really care about what he reveals. Between accidentally leading to Protagonist's death and becoming the Big Planet-Killing Bad, he's probably got some leeway here. He's already OOC, he already messed stuff up. Who cares!

Plus… Tseng's face was really funny.

Tseng adjusts the front of his suit jacket, giving him the side-eye. "Faster, maybe. Necessary…?"

"It was very necessary. There's barely a signal at the house!" Sephiroth says innocently and brings out his phone, opening it with a decisive snap. "You can send messages, sure, but to make calls? Besides, you're the one who insisted on tagging along."

Tseng gives him a bitchy face. "I appreciate your accommodation for my wishes, then," he says acerbically. His tone suggests he wouldn't be insisting again.

Sephiroth grins and then turns his attention to his phone. Genesis' number is the third on speed dial, after Mission Office and Angeal.

He answers on the third ring.

"Someone had better be dying," Genesis groans, voice sleep-rough and stretched by a yawn.

Oh, oops, time zones. "Ah, Genesis, did I wake you?" Sephiroth asks, wincing, and turns to walk away from Tseng, following the mountainside and keeping to the clear, where he knows the connection works.

"Sephiroth," Genesis answers, and nothing else. Oh dear, he's really not happy.

Leaning his head back to look at the sky as he walks and hoping he wouldn't be paying for this later, Sephiroth clears his throat. "I'll, uh, just get to the point, shall I? You know about the new injection trials?"

"Yes," and again nothing else. Sephiroth is on very thin ice, it seems.

Walking away from Tseng is more for his peace of mind than anything - he's pretty sure Tseng is wiretapping him somehow. Still, he checks back to make sure there's some distance in between before speaking.

"There's one candidate that went brain dead," Sephiroth says, and looks away. "I need to know what you know about him."

Genesis is quiet for a long moment before a sigh sounds through the connection, and then there's a sound of bed frame cracking and a heavy breath as Genesis stands up. "Hang on a moment."

Sephiroth waits, biting his lower lip, watching the clouds drift over the forests below.

"Cloud Strife, fourteen years of age, originally from a little town called Nibelheim on the middle continent," Genesis says, accompanied by the sound of papers rustling. "He signed up for the SOLDIER candidate trials a little under a month ago and was pulled into the new project five days ago. He got two injections, both on the same day, and flatlined almost immediately after the second one," Genesis trails away. "They managed to rez him, but by then the oxygen deprivation wreaked havoc on his brain. He'd been on life support in a Mako tank since."

Sephiroth falls to sit on a rocky outcropping sticking out of the mountainside. "Shit."

"Mmhmm," Genesis says. "Hard to say who has it worse, him or the ones who have fallen. You do know that this mess has already led to deaths, right?"

Well, now he's angry. "I know, I know," Sephiroth sighs, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry."

"Tch," Genesis answers and there's a sound of papers being thrown. "Madness of the beasts leads to the corruption of good men. I'm guessing Strife has a chance of ending up like you, then?"

"... What?" Sephiroth asks.

"Oh, don't play coy, I'm far too tired," Genesis scoffs. "You got overdosed, flatlined and changed. The injection did something to you, gave you knowledge. Is the same going to happen to Strife? That's why Hojo is dragging it out keeping him alive, but if you think so too…"

Sephiroth clasps a hand over his chin. He hadn't even thought about it. Could it happen? Another transmigration, in style similar to his? PIDW had two transmigrators, but they were very different. Shang Qinghua began as a baby, Shen Qingqiu inherited a full life of an established scum villain.

If Cloud Strife died - which he might've already… does that make him open for transmigration? Who would transmigrate into him? Shang Qinghua was slated to die, just like Shen Qingqiu was, but… Airplane, in a Protagonist? Why would he?

Why had Sephiroth?

"I… don't know," Sephiroth admits. "I can't… deny the possibility."

"Damnation," Genesis sighs. "What should we expect?"

"I have no idea," Sephiroth says and looks up. It could be anyone - or might not even be someone he knows! It could be someone from Earth!

"Well, that's just great," Genesis sighs. "Do you have any idea when, how, what we should look out for, anything?"

"Um," Sephiroth says and then shakes his head. "I think it might be best if I just come there."

"Oh, wonderful idea! That's just what this situation needs, you giving the scientists new ideas!" Genesis groans, muffled as though against a palm. "Just do me a favour: when you next lose it, feel free to finish Hojo off, alright?"

"I -"

Genesis hangs up on him.

… Rude.

Sephiroth lowers the phone, eyeing the scenery for a moment. Then he turns to his watchman who's pretending as if he didn't hear everything. "Oh, Tseng?"

"I don't know if i can arrange you a transport to Midgar at this short a notice," the Turk says, very bland and noncommittal. He's absolutely lying.

"Oh, you can't? I must've overestimated you Turks," Sephiroth says and jumps up to his feet, walking back over to him. "Isn't your job getting me back to Midgar as soon as possible?"

"Back to work, and only once we're sure you're not still unstable," Tseng says, wryly, giving him a very dubious look. "Something I'm still not so sure of."

"I had one mental breakdown, and I've been level since, haven't I?" Sephiroth cajoles him. "I promise I won't lose it again. And this will let you observe me more, in a different situation, reacting to stress!"

Tseng doesn't look convinced.

"I'm going to Midgar one way or another. At least like this you'll be in charge."

The Turk shakes his head. "I don't think that's a good enough reason to arrange intercontinental transport on a whim." Tseng says dryly. "If you feel fit for duty, I can certainly arrange some missions for you. Until further notice, you're stationed here."

Sephiroth gives him a look. "I'll fly under my own power if I have to," he threatens.

"Even over the ocean?" Tseng asks sarcastically, but pulls out his phone. "And what's your plan when you get to Midgar - walk up to Professor Hojo and just demand he releases a research specimen to you?"

"You know, that might not be a bad idea. Who knows, he might actually do it," Sephiroth says brightly and then, at Tseng's judgemental look, snorts. "I'm kidding. I'll think of something."

"... Very reassuring," Tseng shakes his head and punches in a number from memory. "You'll owe me, Sephiroth," he promises, putting the phone to his ear. "And don't think I didn't notice that you reacted to the name, rather than the status of this Cloud Strife."

Sephiroth smiles at him sweetly. "You're my favourite Turk, Tseng."

Tseng sighs, and gets him a flight to Midgar.

You've heard of Liuber, now get ready for...

#Fanfiction #ff7 #svsss #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #tseng of the turks #genesis rhapsodos

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desafinado · 1 year

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secret relationship hcs with them...

°｡⋆ it's not necessarily confidential or forbidden, but the two of you would just rather have each other to yourselves...

°｡⋆ kaveh, diluc, ayato x gn! reader

note: i love the secret relationship trope bcos like.. it's like yeah u guys still live seperate lives but those moments when it's just the two of you, it's as though the world doesn't matter.. bc ur each other's world im so 😭.. also this is a repost bc initially i think it got shadowbanned or something 💀

kaveh ♡

it's not that the both of you are trying to keep it a secret, but… you're a very busy person in a somewhat high position in the akademiya so you barely ever get some time alone.

this only motivates kaveh to be more romantic with the short moments you guys have.

expect him to have a bouquet of dried flowers every time he goes to meet you.

secret meetings in all the best viewpoints in sumeru city and port ormos (bc ofc he knows them).

or if he needs to, he'll be happy to adjust for you

"my love… i came through the window just to see you" "my office is on the first floor?" "exactly"

sitting on his lap while you do paperwork, or vice versa.

kisses that always feel as though he'll never get the chance to kiss you again.

the first time alhaitham caught you visiting kaveh, alhaitham simple did not want to believe.

"ah y/n, did you want to discuss something…? i must say i'm not sure how you knew where i live, but-… oh.. this isn't what i think it is, correct? please?"

he makes much more romantic and maybe even.. sensual… architecture designs.

and whenever people ask him where he got the inspiration he simple replies "ah well, love is everywhere.. im simply the messenger"

however their praises can never compare to the look of astonishment you have when you show him his newest design.

"this.. is beautiful, kaveh" "only for you, my love.. only by you was it possible"

whenever you get the chance to spend the night together, he makes sure to hold you tight and stay with you until you wake up.

diluc ♡

does he loves you? of course. would he rather you not get swept up by the rumors and dangers that surround his life? very much.

"mysterious" gifts left at your door stop every night delivered by the dark knight himself… flowers, chocolates, anything you might want

on the rare occasion, the gift might even be himself "hello dear… may i?"

he rather stay over at your place, because it lets him pretend for a second that he lives a normal quaint life with you.

will sometimes ask you to tend his wounds, which ends up with you lecturing him for however long it takes.

he just wanted to babied with your touch he didn't ask for this :(

you'll also tell him about your day and he listens attentively, asking questions every so often.

you'll also tell him the latest rumors about him

"they think.. im a vampire..? how ridiculous.." "can you not crush my dreams?"

he also might drop by after a particularly exhausting night at angel's share.

his head in your lap as you mindlessly stroke his hair, it's just so…

"you're so pretty.. you know that?" "i..thank you."

is still a bit hesitant in being intimate, so you proudly take the first move just to make him feel comfortable.

holds you as though you're made of glass, kisses you as if it's both your first time.

he always makes sure you know that he loves and cares for you, and he would never take you for granted.

he waits for the day he can just fade away from the public's eye and live in his own little world with you, and only you.

ayato ♡

this man is the whole reason i decided to write this.. and the trope feels most reasonable with him

make-out sessions in his office, stolen kisses in the most secluded areas of the city

kisses that feel forbidden, only causing more of an adrenaline rush

honestly though, thoma knows about it because he often acts as correspondence between the two of you.. and everything he knows was learned against his will

"my lord.. im not telling y/n that.." "but it is simply how i feel? this is an order, thoma."

now it isn't too suspicious for him to be talking to you a lot, since your small family business often play a big part in preparations for festivals

nor would it be too suspicious to find you both walking through the festival checking on the stalls, enjoying the atmosphere

but when the grand fireworks display go off, and the both of you are nowhere to be seen.. it gets just the slightest suspicious.. but oh well, not many seem to notice anyways

he loves teasing you and almost exposing your relationship in front of others

"are you free to discuss the layout later?" "a-actually, i have a-" "so it's settled, please meet me in my office"

nothing with you ever feels forced, you make him feel so relaxed. work leaves his mind and insecurities die down

anything he asks of you.. time, affection, forgiveness.. you give him, but also don't let him off so easily. you keep him grounded

he always feels like he's not enough, and that someone else would make you so much happier

"I'm sorry, love.. I-" "no, i love you so much, and i can't imagine a future without you. i don't care how long it takes, what it takes or how, but i believe in us."

requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites.

#genshin x reader #genshin hcs #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #kaveh x reader #fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #airi.writes #airi.hcs

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emsgwenstan · 30 days

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Holding onto our family pt.2.

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader} pt.1 here

Thank you to you guys who recommended I do a p2 I wasn’t going to I was just gonna leave it as a one shot, sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations so in advance I’m sorry :/

Words: 4K? Idk.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing.

Note/summary: everything is strictly platonic! Just these two babies.

Still standing in the door way with shock plastered to your features, tears rolling down your face and the smallest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, Larissa grasped your shoulders and pushed you back slowly into her office closing the door behind her. You couldn’t stop staring at her and smelling her perfume, the same one she’s used since you saved up and brought a bottle when you were 10 for Mother’s Day one year.

“I know it’s a lot to take in darling… are you ok?” She asked taking your chin between her fingers making you stare into her eyes. “Yeah…” you croaked. She’s here… She’s home. “Come on beautiful, a tea should calm those nerves.” She whispered placing another kiss to your forehead and taking your hand pulling you towards her quarters. “Lissa… I’m going to need something far stronger than tea.” You said trailing behind her. “Wine or whiskey my dear?” She asked with a chuckle. “Whiskey.” You said knowingly due to the extremity of this situation. She led you to the small kitchenette and let go of your hand to open the overhead cabinet retrieving two tumblers and a crystal decanter full of high end alcohol.

She was silent while she poured the liquid into the glasses, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and buried your head into her shoulder. Larissa let out a small ‘oof’ at the force of your hold giggling a little spinning around in your grasp. “Oh little one, it’s alright.” She cooed softly. She was right of course it was ok, she’s here, she’s home. You tug down on her waist like a child and drag her to the floor, your knees giving way the second you bent them. Larissa followed your lead and gracefully fell down with you, wrapping her own arms around your shoulders pressing you into her chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me again.” You mumbled. Larissa sighed and stroked your hair. “My darling girl… I never really left, I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed. “What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Lissa are you…you know…you?” You asked quickly sitting up a bit to examine her with a slight glare. “Yes honey I’m me…and…before you ask, you accidentally put red socks in with your uniform and it turned your pristine white blouses pink.” You smiled widely at her words, when you left school you made sure to plan a safety question in case you ever came across another shapeshifter with bad intentions. “But what happened to you?” You asked.

Larissa slouched against the base cupboard and raised her arms to pick up the glasses resting on the counter above her head, she gave one to you and looked as though she didn’t want to talk about it, but you didn’t care, you needed answers. She put the glass to her ruby lips and threw back the alcohol in one go. “Well… I was poisoned, I’m sure you know that by now, and I died… for a few minutes anyway.” She said unfazed staring blankly behind you. “Oh my god.” You breathed taking a sip of liquor. “Mmmm.” She agreed nodding.

“How are you here?” You asked less frantically. She sighed again “When I woke, I was on the floor of the observatory alone… it took me a while to get myself out of there, my legs were numb and I could hardly move, I almost fainted a few times but I managed to make it into my office and collect a few things, I was far to weak to help the students and once I knew that everything that happened was over and they were safe, I left town for a while and laid low in Burlington.” She said pouring another whisky for herself, topping up yours while she was at it.

“You must have been fucking terrified.” You say letting the events soak in. Larissa expectedly gave you a look before you both said the word ‘language’ in unison, it brought a smile to her face at how predictable you know she is. “But…you’re right, It was fucking terrifying, now I have to explain to hundreds of people that I’m still alive and completely fit to continue as headmistress.” She muttered downing the second glass yet again. You giggled a little at her explicit response and instant visible relief when she drank. “You are fit, you’re the only person who can manage this school, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” You said fully serious, because you were, there is no way anyone can handle what she does, many can’t even comprehend what she does, you know that she makes difficult and somewhat uncomfortable decisions for the sake of the school’s expense and reputation, you think everyone else would be to selfish to put nevermore before themselves, besides this was out of her hands she’s the victim after all, not the instigator.

Larissa only smiled in response as well as stroking from the top of your head to the side of your cheek giving her best toothy grin, yet you still see right through her, the damage that Mari- Laurel gates caused, you see it with Enid too, her poor scars from defending Wednesday, you never bring it up because you don’t think she wants a reminder that her skin is tainted with the memories of that horrific night. Just like that tears welled in your eyes again, you try blinking them away but they continue to fall stinging from the previous path they followed. “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked placing her cup on the floor. “You were gone. You were taken from me. I-…you were dead and I had nothing!” you sobbed breathlessly breaking down In front of her.

Larissa’s own tears fell into her lap and the crease between her brows deepened. “I’m sorry, little one.” She whispered wholeheartedly tracing the shapes of your face gently. “I never meant to frighten you dear.” She smiled but it quickly faded when your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. “You’re all I have, you are the only important person to me and you were gone, a piece of me was ripped away.” You squeak using your hands to help explain better. “I know.” She cried. “You’re not my aunt Larissa. You’re my mother….You. Are. My. Mum.” You punctuated to make sure your statement made some kind of impact.

Larissa smiled and nodded, she sniffed and wiped her eyes smudging mascara across her faint crows feet. “I never thought of you as my niece y/n, not my brother’s child, not ever a burden… you’ve always been my daughter, my special little girl.” She whispered cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours. It feels like everything is going to be ok, it feels like everything is as it was, but different in a way, it feels like everything is in its rightful place as it should be, because she’s here, she’s home.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What do you mean, honey?” She wondered. “Like, what’s the plan from here?” She looked puzzled and wasn’t sure herself. “Right now? I don’t care. All I want is to be with you my sweet, ok? That’s all that matters we can figure the rest of the mess out tomorrow.” She stated. The buzz from the alcohol started to warm up your body, absentmindedly you curl up into her lap wanting to be completely engulfed by her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked quietly, it’s been years since you did, the last time you stayed in the same bed was when you had a series of nightmares for a month when you were still a student at nevermore, the other option is to go hunt for a vacant dormitory, that would definitely raise questions though.

“You don’t even need to ask that, little one.” She whispered into your hair. You moved back and stood up slowly offering a hand to Larissa, she placed her hands in yours and rose with a few pops of her joints and groans from sitting on the floor. It’s nearing 1:00am and it’s still hard to distinguish if this is really happening or if it’s my mind deluding me from pain. “I could use a shower…” she says softly, removing a piece of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from the thrown up bun. “No you deserve a bath, let me run it for you!” You said energetically, leaving her to go to the bathroom. “Ooo wait!- lavender, rose or bergamot?… for essential oils?” You ask excitedly happy to be able to do something for her again.

“What ever you please darling.” She giggled, her brows raise and a grin finds its way to her lips, Larissa knows that if you want to do something there’s no room for argument, to the point you will have an essay in your brain of all the pros and cons to list for her. The whole time you were in the bathroom Larissa downed 3 more glasses of whiskey before placing it back on the top shelf, She walked over to her bed that’s left unmade because it’s been occupied by you and ran her hands over the luxurious silk sheets, she all but twirled around the room happy to be home, alive and with her 23 year old not so baby girl.

Happy with your job, you exited the bathroom and Larissa was no where in site. Panic set in your bones. No, she’s here. The room felt like it was expanding and you were the only person in the world, searching for her in the closet, on her balcony and possibly on the other side of the bed on the floor she wasn’t there. “Are you ok my sweet?” Her voice rang from behind you and relief spread back through your body, you turned to face her, she was closing the door to her office baring a bottle of wine. “Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “Do what?” She questioned pacing slowly towards you. “Leave… especially without telling me.” You warned giving her a playful but sincere glare.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and lit candles around the tub, bubbles filled all around the top of the bath and it smelled heavenly, the rose scent is what you opted with. “It’s done lissa!” You called out turning off the water. Larissa made her way into the bathroom and thanked you quietly, you stepped back out into the room and walked over to the kitchenette again to pull down two wine glasses and walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “You decent enough?” You asked. “Yes darling.” She said.

You opened the door and closed it behind yourself. Larissa was sitting in the water with bubbles shielding all of her body apart from her shoulders and collar bones. “Do mind if I sit with you for a while?” You asked, placing the glasses on the tile floor, sitting down on the mat and opening the bottle. “Of course you can.” She cooed. You were both silent for a while taking turns sipping the slightly bitter velvet liquid. Larissa had her head resting on the porcelain rim and the wine glass dangling from her fingertips, she’s free from make up now and her hair is taken out spilling over the tub’s edge. “Your hair’s longer.” You said rolling the glass into your chest to lean forward and run your fingers through her platinum tresses. “So is yours dear.” She replied lulling her head to the side facing your amber licked skin from candle light.

“It’s been two years…” you remarked sadly feeling guilty for the length of time you hadn’t seen her physically. “Far too long.” She mumbled. “Well it’s not going to happen again I can assure that.” You stated sternly. “Don’t dwell on it y/n, we’re here now.” She replied. Silence fell over the two of you again and you busied yourself by fiddling your hands picking lint of Larissa’s clothes and tossing them back into the washing hamper. “Can I ask why you didn’t contact me?” You whispered looking at her waiting for an answer.

Larissa licked her lips and thought of a response. “I didn’t think you knew what happened, i didn’t believe that anyone would have known to get in contact with you, so I planned on telling you about this whole situation when I somehow found a way to reveal myself back to school society, but clearly that didn’t work. I came back tonight to see if I could get back into my office without being seen, that’s when I heard you talking with Melanie, your voice… I knew, I couldn’t run from you and leave you alone with no explanation.” You nodded along with her words and understood what she meant.

“Why did you run?” You asked. She sat up a bit, placed her glass on the floor and swallowed thickly. “I had to mourn my own “death” and take a little bit of time to rest, recover, process it, come to terms with the fact that things are going to be different. Imagine what the sheriffs going to say when I magically waltz my way back into society… I had you to protect as well. I couldn’t be reckless to get you involved in such appalling circumstances.” She said dipping her finger in water collecting bubbles and tapping the tip of your nose in a humorous, lighthearted manner. You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your throat as you wiped the bubbles away feigning disgust.

You rested you head on the edge of the bath and let down your wavy blond hair finding comfort in having her so close. Larissa stroked your hair behind your ears and hummed in delight. “I remember when you loved me playing with your hair… when you were very small, I’d sit you on my lap and put in these hair ties in that had these iridescent plastic balls on them, you had a blue one and purple one, and they hardly stayed in your hair but you insisted to have them in… you had little white ringlets on either side of your head because you would throw a fit if I didn’t do it like that.” She reminisced playing with soft hair around your neck.

“I remember that, I see you still have the hair clips too, I also remember when your hair was short, reaching to you jaw and how I would mess it up all the time…but you would just shift it to look tidy again and that infuriated me.” You laughed. Larissa giggled and looked at you like you hung the stars. After a while and when the water turned lukewarm you left her alone and went and snuggled into bed. For the rest of the night you lay on her chest hearing her heart beating and listening to her soft humming. The last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep were the words I love you.

The next morning you made her breakfast in bed and started to work out a plan for ‘her return’ Larissa was a bundle of nervous energy, she stumbled over her words and spaced out a few times during the conversation but ultimately the plan was going to be set in motion. The day just consisted of the two of you lounging around her rooms and talking and talking and more talking, it’s always been like that, you can go a while without speaking and pick up like you saw each other just the day prior. Luckily nobody caught on to anything, Enid burst into her office at one point to show you her new blog post about one of the couples in nevermore. You kindly reprimanded her for not knocking but was able to usher her back out before Larissa walked out unaware of her presence.

The day has finally come for Larissa to make her entrance and the both of you felt nervous to say the least, poor thing could hardly move. “Will you let me do your make up lissa?” You asked hopefully. Larissa stared at you blankly before eventually nodding. She was still in her emerald green night slip bare of any added detail, her lashes a brilliant blond, skin pale and shoulders freckled. You envy her natural beauty, although you are both similar in appearance you can’t beat the original. You situated her on the floor near the vanity while you took the stool, her legs crossed, hands politely intertwined in her lap and posture perfectly straight, apart from her rigid shoulders.

She sat still for 45 minutes not moving a muscle, you took your time perfectly applying each layer of make up from coating every lash in a deep blue mascara, to laying on the best eyeliner you’ve ever done, to lining and painting her lips with your shade of lipstick, which is only a few shades of red darker then her own. You smiled down at your work and started the process of her hair, she turned her back towards you and lulled it to the side letting you do a large braid from her temple almost down to the nape of her neck, her side part was meticulously crafted and pulled back into a low pony tail with the braid wrapping around it, you opted for this hairstyle because you remembered seeing it in a photograph from when she was a teen, it was still beautiful and suited her very well, something different, but also full circle in a way.

Next was her outfit, that was a tough one. “Really… I can just throw something together darling.” She said in the door way of the closet. “No I’m picking.” You pouted up at her sternly. She laughed and joined you in the room, after painstakingly picking each article of clothing you chose a suit, something she doesn’t wear often if at all, something different which makes a statement, it’s a plum colour with very small, thin, green and gold stripes a vintage channel line from the 60’s. And the most important part, matching plumb coloured heels.

You left her alone to get dressed and once she stepped out your breath was stolen from you lungs at how gorgeous she looked, close to 50 years old and yet still remarkably beautiful and very glamorous, the only thing she lacked now was confidence. “You looked incredible!” You said enthusiastically. “I actually feel beautiful… it’s been a while since I’ve worn this.” She said softly. “Are you ready?” You asked hoping for a yes. “I think so my darling…” she replied. “One more thing...” you quickly walked back into her closet to pull down her box containing all of her personal trinkets and walked back out.

Larissa stood curiously watching as you flit about the room before b-lining back to her with something in your hands. You reached for her arm and put your old hair tie with those plastic beads on around her wrist then put her sleeve over the top of it and opened her blazer putting your old pink polkadot hair clip over the waist band of her trousers. “I know it’s silly… but because I’m not physically going to be there, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be with you.” You said buttoning her blazer back up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Larissa wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tightly into her embrace. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you more mum.” You could hear her heart beat quicken at the word. “Now, go… call me if you need anything.” Larissa smirked as she pulled away. “Yes little boss…” she chuckled. “you’re so grown up precious girl, I can’t believe the wonderful woman you’ve grown up to be.” She pulled back and just like that she straightened her posture and a spark of confidence was alight yet again. She walked out the door and blew you a kiss leaving with an ‘I’ll be back soon’ wink.

You might be proud of her, you might love her so much, but Larissa will infinitely be more proud of you and far more envious of her little gift, her beautiful niece, her stubborn yet perfect miracle and her darling bestowed daughter. It’s going to get a whole lot better, because she’s here and she’s home.

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 2

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader; Word Count 3.4k

Warnings: Swearing, Sexism

A/N; Hi everyone! I am so glad you guys liked the first part! It was so much fun to write, and when someone asked for this to be multi-chapter, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. So here's another part! I have no clue how long this will be yet, but I do have a plot in mind. Please enjoy, have fun, much love , <3. - Mo

Eli and you made a pact to not tell the family that you now BOTH were working for one of the most feared men in the city. Eli would’ve been berated for an hour or two at best, thrown out at worst. You? One could only imagine how many years you would be locked in your room. When your mother and father asked about your interview and your new boss, you gave the prettiest pieces.

He is quite successful papa. The bakery is very large, easily 100 men employed!

Yes mama, I get my own desk, and I get Rosh Hashanah off.

Yes papa he is Jewish. Yes very respectable. No I don’t know what Temple he attends.

Yes mama Eli never left my side. And I suppose he is handsome. No mama I don’t know if he is married.

Your mother bustled about, checked all of your dresses and stockings, making sure they were all in perfect condition for your new job. She checked your bag of supplies possibly 30 times by the end of the night, just to ensure that you had everything you could possibly need, even things you may not have needed. A mother could never be too careful.

The next morning as you began to walk out of the door, your mother and father kept fussing over you, straightening your hat and sweater.

“Now dear since Eli’s shift does not start till later you will have to walk yourself ok? Be careful, don’t talk to anyone, you go right to the office yes?” Your mother reminded you for the umpteenth time.

“Yes mama of course. Straight to work.”

“And be on the look out for those awful gangsters poppet. The Peaky Blinders have been seen milling about town, and you know that God forsaken Solomons has his disgusting paws on every corner of the city.” Your father grunted out still drinking his morning tea.

You felt the tips of your ears warming. You hated to lie. You were so bad at it. “Of course papa. I’ll be careful, I love you! I might be home late, I’ll send Eli to alert you.”

You kissed them both and made your way down the street. Excited for a new start, and for what the day may hold.

It’s interesting how Alfie insisted on being at the office at 8, yet still had not shown up by 8:20. Thankfully Ollie had given you a tour of the distillery, shown you your desk (situated right in front of Alfie’s door) and given you the times of the meetings today. You had taken the liberty of starting up some tea on the small stove by your desk, and clearing out some of the crumpled paper strewn out across the floor. ‘Honestly for such a tyrant he really keeps this office unruly.’

You hear your name bellowed from outside the office, and you run out quickly. There you see Alfie, smiling at you. “Shalom my little viper! So you weren’t bluffing were you? Glad to see you aren’t as cowardly as Eli.”

You crossed your arms and you felt your mouth firm, “Shalom Alfie. You are late this morning and I have to talk to you about todays schedule. Ollie had to show me around the distillery and he informed me that you have 5 meetings today, FIVE! One of them is set to start in 20 minutes, and -.”

“Now now treacle hold your tongue, be sweet to me yeah? My back. Let get to work yeah?”

It was only then that you noticed the cane he was clutching. You immediately felt your chest become heavy, and guilt override. “Oh..Alfie I’m so sorry I didn’t know I-“

“Hush now pet don’t even begin to fuss. It’s just my back yeah?”

“What are you taking for it?”

Alfred just scoffed and rolled his eyes walking away from you and into his office.

“Mr. Solomons what are you doing to help your back!?”

“Be quiet woman! You want the whole town to know that Solomons’ got a bad back? Hush damnit! Now what is on the calendar? Who am I meeting with?”

“Well you have a Mr. Abrams coming in at 8:40. A Mr. Clochester at 10. Rabbi Rubin at 12. And a Mr. Shelby at 4. But you’re not seeing anyone until you-“

“Till I what huh? Till I what? Are you my mother? No! Now hush! Ollie! Get this woman a notepad now! Treacle sit there on that coach and be quiet!”

You just stared at Alfie, and you couldn’t help but feel shame and embarrassment. And Alfie was faring no better. He could see hints of tears threatening to spill, but your chin set firm, fists clenched. Alfie wanted grab you in his arms and… tell you he was sorry, but…

“Aw fuck… treacle… no you’re right. Treacle come please. What do you think?”

“Think about what Mr. Solomons?”

“Nah fuck that I told you Alfie. Tell me what you think I should do about these meetings and my damn back.”

"No not at all Alfie. If you don't need anything for the pain in your back then you don't. I'm just a woman right?

"Well now you're acting like a fucking child."

"Of course Alfie. Whatever you say Alfie."

You closed your ears off to what he was barking at you. Fine. If he wanted to suffer, he could suffer. It was far too early to fight with such a stubborn...beast of a man. And besides, you had things to attend to.

Despite the tiff this morning, the day went by smoothly. As smoothly as it can be in the distillery you supposed. Mr. Abrams left the room with a black eye and tears, promising he would never lie to Alfie again. Mr Colchester left more bloody than he came in. Rabbi Rubin was a delight, complimenting the tea you made, and scolded Alfie for not coming to temple recently.

Throughout the day, you could slowly but steadily see the stiffness working it's way up Alfie's spine. Though it didn't quite deter him from inflicting pain and vengeance on those who came in, you kept your eye in careful study. The small twitches of his eye. The rougher grunts when he got up from his seat, and the heavier footsteps as he walked around. You also noticed that he hadn't eaten all day, and when you asked about it he merely mumbled, "mmnot hungry''. But based on the way he quickly avoided your gaze when you caught him staring and the loud grumbling you heard at 3, you figured his resolve would have to melt soon.

At 3:45 you were at your desk, drafting out some letters Alfie had requested. It was while you were in deep focus, chewing on the tip of your thumb when you heard a soft cough.

Your head snapped up, and you were met with the iciest eyes you had ever set your eyes on.

Pretty.

That's the only thing you could think as you looked at the man in front of your desk. Clean shaven. Well dressed. The smell of tobacco and soap and...something secretive radiating off of him. You internally shook yourself out of you consideration of the man to finally say, "Good Afternoon sir, how can I help you?"

He smiled, in a soft way though you felt a rush in your chest, "My name is Thomas Shelby, I have a meeting with Mr. Solomons."

Oh. This is Thomas Shelby. Leader of THE Shelbys. "Oh yes Mr. Shelby I've been expecting you. You are a bit early, so if you could please sit. Can I offer some tea?"

He nodded, turning to the soft couch across from your desk, "Tea would be lovely, thank you love."

After serving him tea, you went back to work at your desk till the clock struck 4. At least you tried to. You felt those eyes all over you. You felt as though every muscle movement was being scrutinized. "Since when did Alfie get a secretary?"

"Today is my first day, he hired me yesterday."

Thomas hummed in understanding, looking out the window to your left, admiring the soft rain. "If I may be so bold, could I ask your name? I don't like not knowing who gave me tea."

You gave your name, looking directly into his eyes. He repeated it back, as if he was feeling out every consonant on his lips. Even though it was an innocent enough question, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed to be on the offensive. As if he wanted something. "Where did he find you? You're far too pretty to be working for someone like Alfie."

"I found him. And I can assure you Mr. Shelby that my face had nothing to do with my hiring."

"As you wish darling."

As soon as he said it, you heard your name being called from inside Alfie's office. You quickly got up to meet him, and felt those eyes all over you.

Alfie looked horrible. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his vest and shirt were both half done, and he was scribbling away on some paper, "Oi, is that bastard here yet?"

"Mr. Shelby? Yes, he is sitting down waiting for you. I've just given him tea."

His head rose from his hands, and his thick brows were furrowed together, "The fuck did you give him tea for? He doesn't need tea, no he doesn't deserve tea!"

"Alfie you can have tea too if you ask me."

"No no no already told you I don't want tea. I don't want lunch. I don't want your help beyond taking the notes. I am a grown man damnit! Now for fucks sake, bring that damn bastard in here, sit on the couch, take the notes, and hush your mouth!"

He was teetering. This wasn't just being a gangster. This was a child who was fighting to take a nap. He was going to snap soon. So you just smiled cheekily, "Of course Alfie. I'll be right back."

You nearly skipped to the door. Alfie was growing increasingly frustrated, "AND TAKE AWAY THAT FUCKING CUP. NO ONE GETS TEA."

You did take the tea cup away from Mr. Shelby , and ushered him in, settling yourself down on your seat with your pad and pencil.

As Mr. Shelby settled in, he smiled and looked at Alfie, who was looking more and more disgruntled, "Good Afternoon Alfie. You look well."

"Fuck off Tommy. What do you want?"

"Yes the weather is quite dreary, but I am doing well thank you. But yes let's get down to it. Alfie...are you familiar with gaming clubs?"

In your opinion, this meeting should have taken 30 minutes at most. But you were going on hour 3 at this point. 7 o'clock and you were growing tired. You know Eli had already gone home to tell your parents you were held up. This was becoming ridiculous.

The idea was interesting enough. Gaming clubs have been an up and coming social house for the high society. Men (and their women) would gather in clandestine areas, playing cards, placing bets, drinking, doing snow, all types of things. But the real trade was information. Yes their main products would be successful in such places, but the information that would be dripping from loose lips would bring more power than they could get now. More than they could get in decades.

The only thing they disagreed on was the split ownership. Alfie offered a 90/10 split. And when Tommy refused Alfie was quick to pull his gun. And maybe you should have been afraid, but frankly you were too irritated with Alfie to care, or to believe this petulant act he was putting up. Your pad was almost filled with doodles, crossed out numbers and terms when they finally shook on it, you would write up the agreement in the morning.

As Tommy stood to leave so did you, and when he took your hand to shake it, he raised your knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss and giving a wink. Your eyes widened at his boldness. He smirked at your response, turning to Alfie again, "Love the new secretary Alfie. Definitely brightens up the place."

He turned back to you and tipped his hat to you, "See you soon darling."

Tommy sauntered out of the door, and Alfie stayed standing until the door closed and he heard his steps fade. It was then that Alfie nearly collapsed into his chair, hands rubbing his face, "Treacle come here."

You came and sat right back in the chair Tommy Shelby just occupied, "You want me to reread the agreement to you?"

"Nah I trust you got it. Just write it up tomorrow. But listen to me yeah? You do not go near Thomas Shelby. I know the young girls tend to fancy him but listen to me... that man is evil. He is not safe. And I don't want you caught up in his nonsense."

"He's evil yet you're doing business with him."

"I'm a bad man darling, but that doesn't mean you need to get wrapped up in it. Just say that you won't fratrenize with him alright? Or do you need to fight with me about this as well?"

You nodded, "I understand."

You just stared at him, waiting for him to dismiss you when you heard his stomach growl again, and his face twitch in pain, hand rushing to his back. "Are you ready to admit defeat Alfie?"

He scowled at you, "I don't know what you're talking about. Go home it's late, you don't need to stay."

You smiled, "If it's already late no difference is made at this point. But I'm not about to let my boss go home hungry and in pain... or go home without saying I was right."

He puffed out his lip, "There's nothing to eat here anyway."

"I brought you lunch. Beef, roasted veg, and bread."

He looked at you quizzicaly before you said, "Eli told me that Ollie told him that you haven't been eating recently. I just took upon myself to bring you something. There's also a muffin, but you will have to share."

You heard him say something about mutiny, but then told you to go fetch the lunch you brought him. You only brought enough for one lunch for him, but he ended up insisting you share with him, since, "You haven't eaten supper. It's not right."

Eventually, once his stomach was warm with a good meal, you got him to let you tend to his back. "What are you going to do hmm? Give me a strange draught your grandmother taught you that will make me vomit for three days?"

You laughed brightly, and he couldn't help but smile and stare at the way you threw your head back and laughed loudly. Deep in his chest he hoped that you would let him make you laugh like that forever.

"No you ridiculous man. My father was in the war, and he got shot in the shoulder. He lived thankfully, but he feels a deep pain like you do. The muscle tightens and he can't move. We get a hot rag, place it on his shoulder, and my mother needs to work out the pain."

Alfie felt a flush on his neck, "Well that would require me to take my shirt off darling."

You rolled your eyes, "For a gangster you act like a child. I won't tell if you won't Alfie. Now will you cooperate?"

In truth you hadn't thought that far into it. But it was pitiful to see him like this, and you can definitely be professional about this. Alfie shrugged and pulled off his vest and shirt, and you couldn't help but feel the heat rise, and not just from the hot rag in your hand.

You knew he was imposing, it was hard not to see him and hear him. But seeing the breadth of his shoulders, the width of his body and the hair on his chest made your cheeks heat up and your face freeze. Alfie caught your stare, smirking, "Now who's acting like a child?"

You rolled your eyes, and placed the rag on his lower back, hearing him hiss and try to relax into the heat. You began to work the knots out of his back when he asked, "Do your roommates know where you are?"

"My roommates are my parents, Eli, his parents, my little sister, my younger brother, and our grandparents. And they know that I am at work, helping my boss finish a business meeting. Eli told them."

Alfie nodded, "Do they... know where you work?"

You smiled, "They know that my boss is a respectable jewish man, who owns a large bakery that employs many many men, and that I get my own desk."

He snorted, "So you lied to them?"

"Not lie. Just...reframed it for them. Shall I tell my mother that I am the secretary of the fearsome Alfred Solomons? Or should I tell my father that I directly disobeyed his orders to stay away from Solomons boys, and went directly to the top?"

He laughed, "Alright now alright... so why this office? Educated girl like you can't work anywhere else? Unlikely, seems like you like being rebellious to me."

"Well... if you can believe it Mr. Solomons... my back talk does not do me many favors. Truthfully... Eli brought me here because you were my last chance at independence. It was either your office, or I would have to visit the matchmaker."

A silence washed over you, and you began to worry that you shared too much. "Well... I like that you speak your mind. Even if it drives me fucking nuts. Never give it up darling. You stay just the way you are alright?"

You smiled softly to yourself, "Yes Alfie."

A comfortable silence took its' place, and you eventually were able to work out all the knots from his back. You began to pack up your bag, and as Alfie redressed himself he asked, "Is Eli coming to pick you up?"

"No I don't think so. He is probably having to help with the tailoring, and he won't be able to step away. I'll be ok."

"Fuck no. You're a woman, you don't walk alone at this time at night, especially not here. I'm taking you home."

"You don't think women are capable of taking care of themselves?"

"No I know you could hold your own darling, but it is cold and I am not about to let you get hurt on my watch. Come we'll take the car."

The drive to your house was comfortable. You couldn't understand it. You had only met Alfie yesterday. And yet you felt as though you had known him for years. As if you never knew life without him. The whole ride you talked. From business for tomorrow, his childhood, his dog, your interests and what your opinions were on the business. You laughed and spoke the entire time, and it felt like no time passed. The car pulled up right to your door, and Alfie walked to your door to open it for you and help you out, "Alright watch your step treacle, still wet from the rain yeah? There you go darling."

You took his hand, and your breath hitched at the contact, his warm and rough hand covering yours. You looked up into his eyes, face partially obscured by his hat, "Thank you Alfie. You didn't have to."

"Of course I did. And it was no trouble. If you are kept in the office till dark, I drive you home yeah?"

You nodded with a smile, and he shook his head in affirmation, "It's a deal then. Now get inside you little viper, you'll catch a cold."

You began to walk to the door, turning around to say, "Goodnight Alfie."

He smiled, "Goodnight darling."

As you walked up the stairs to the home of your family, you couldn't help but run through the day in your head. Especially the end of it, smiling to yourself and feeling the rush in your stomach. You opened the door as quietly as you could, but heard you mother say, "Who was that in the car dear?"

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bsverryin · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ Ranting to genshin men

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Diluc, Childe, Ayato

Situation?

╰┈➤ you're their s/o who's funny ranting to them.

✎ HEADCANONS ONLY!!! Okk the messages are back 🥹 I think the last time I did this was the sending your genshin boss the wrong message (check it out if you haven't) everyone loved it so I'll do it again hopefully you guys will enjoy this too! <3 I've been busy these days but I'll be fine 🫶 cannot assure you of perfect grammar!!

: ̗̀➛ DILUC

Diluc really did see that coming. You were his lover who loves getting in trouble, it's not that you're not trying to avoid it but you're the word trouble itself. This time, he's getting used to it. There are times where he had to bail you out from jail because of your reckless behavior and sometimes you're just accused which was today.

Because of your recklessness and cuteness at the same time, Diluc fell in love with you too much. He loved you despite your questionable behavior. Now he's inside the prison where you got called out for stealing. Diluc had a good reputation and you didn't know what the word 'good' was.

"Master diluc, we apologize for falsely accusing your significant other for stealing. This won't happen again, next time." The police said as they bowed their heads with their apologies, you rolled your eyes and finally you and Diluc left the prison.

"Can I ask my lovely y/n to stop getting in trouble?" He said when you reached outside the police station.

"Can I ask my master diluc to make me a good fine wine so that I could avoid getting in trouble?" You responded.

"Promise me, you'll avoid getting in trouble first." Diluc said as he crossed his arms.

"Mhm, yes of course I'll avoid getting in trouble for my master." You smiled as you put your arms around his shoulder.

The day ended great with you and him together and for once you'll avoid getting in trouble for him but sometimes he just doesn't need to know, right?...

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham loves listening to your rants because he just listens and he loves your voice, everything about you. Now, he's really worried because you're coming home late. What if you really did kill your best friend's boyfriend? Not that he didn't want you to do it he just didn't want you to live inside the prison for life.

He decided to go out of his house and try to find you. He found you fast because everyone in the sumeru was talking about you and your best friend. Basically you're both on a stage embarrassing your best friend's ex boyfriend for cheating. You both were drunk, alhaitham sighed knowing you again went to drink without him.

Alhaitham held you and your friend then walked towards his house. You both weren't so heavy but he's holding for his dear life. When he reached his own house, he put your friend on the couch as he put you in his bed.

"Alhaitham! Finally I've been waiting for you my baby boy....!" You were obviously drunk when you said that. He sighed as he put a blanket around you. When he's about to leave his room to sleep inside his office- you held his hand and told him to not go or else you'd cry. He couldn't let go of your hand so he sat while sleeping waiting for you to wake up in the morning.

When you woke up, you noticed alhaitham was sitting while sleeping. You didn't want to disturb his uncomfortable sleeping position so you moved to sleep into his lap and admire him until he wakes up.

: ̗̀➛ AYATO

Ayato was laughing the whole time you're telling him how you regret cutting your bangs. He knew you'd look cute with it so he decided to tease you a little. He couldn't wait to finish his work just to see with your short bangs, he was looking forward seeing it.

You, on the other hand didn't leave your own house because of this. It was too embarrassing for you to go out in this state, it's not like you meant to cut it this short. It's just, you wanted to try it out and couldn't stop your own hands from cutting your own bangs.

You heard a light knock at your door. You decide for a while if you should open it and embarrass yourself or gaslight them into thinking that no one is home.

"Y/n? It's me.." It was the voice of your boyfriend, Ayato. You felt more embarrassed that Ayato would see you like this, cutting your bangs really short felt like your downfall. Finally, you decided to open the door revealing Ayato.

When he saw your face and the bangs you were talking about, he couldn't help it but chuckled. You rolled your eyes to him as he cupped your face.

"Aww, you're so cute." He said.

"How could you tease me in times like this!" You replied as he gave another chuckle, you're giving this man so many reasons to love you. He felt so lucky to have you in his life.

"What? It's actually cute. You should try to cut it shorter." He said as he measured your bangs.

"AYATO!!!" You pinched him on his left arm as he laughed.

The day ended with him only looking at you, you didn't know what he was thinking but all he did was just admire you. No matter what you look like or what questionable decision you'll make he'll support you all the time.

: ̗̀➛ CHILDE

Childe really did try his best to comfort you after that and told you that they are just his co-workers not friends. You didn't know because they are all always together you even thought that they were one big family.

You're always there to pick up Childe when he finishes a meeting with them and one day when Childe leaves you to go in a meeting instead of him, it was so awkward that you had to crack a joke to make them comfortable but it wasn't the type of joke where they get it so when childe picked you up that day, you were quiet like your mouth was zipped.

"Love? You should forget about it so they'll forget about it too." He gave you an awkward smile while he was saying these words.

"how can I? They even said that this meeting is strictly for fatuis only and they cancelled it because you didn't show up!" You said. You're walking with each other together while talking about the recent situation you had.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll treat you, think of it as the way for me to say sorry for you." Childe would be lying if he said that it wasn't really embarrassing because as you tell him the whole story on what happened earlier he couldn't help but feel embarrassed for you.

The day happened just like that, in the end you felt better because he bought you everything that you wanted. He's also staying the night because you're extremely clingy today and he likes it when you're like that.

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nerdieforpedro · 1 month

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It’s not that crazy of an idea

Chapter One of “Come live with me Angel” Series

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.2k

Summary: Bailing your friend Benny out of jail isn’t what Diana counted on for her night. She also didn’t count on needing to explain anything to him either.

Warnings: mention of jail/county, mention of violence, injuries from a fight, implied family issues, some pining (maybe)

Notes: I’ve had this idea for quite a while, a friends to lovers with our dear Benny Miller! I was finally able to make my ideas coherent. So here we are. 😆 We’re keeping it cute from now on, maybe. 🤔

Main Masterlist / Benny Miller Masterlist/ Come live with me Angel Series

“I’ll send you the money Diana, I just need you to go get him tonight before midnight. After midnight they’ll take him to county and we won’t be able to get him out until Monday.”

“Will, I mean I get why you can’t you’re out of state but I don’t know how to bail someone out of jail. Never done it. Like do I just someone?”

A deep roll of laughter is heard on the other end of the phone as Diana sighed. This was not funny. It’s 10:45pm and there’s a little over an hour to bail Benny out of jail.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. Just use the money I sent to you and bring him home. I’ll deal with him Tuesday.”

“Did he say why he beat the guys up? He took down three of them didn’t he? That’s a lot.”

“Not really for Benny. That’s an easy job for him. The problem is his current profession and history. He can be considered a deadly weapon. In some circles, but he’s just my idiot little brother that I need you to bring home. Just help him out.”

“...Okay Will. I just go to the central booking. I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll be fine Diana. You couldn’t fuck it up if you tried.”

“I’m glad you're confident. I’ll call you again when he’s home.”

Nothing exciting had happened on a Friday night for Diana. She came home from work, cooked dinner, watched some TV and then showered and put on a Hallmark movie. It was after she had dozed off when her phone vibrated on her lap. She never had the ringer on. It was Will. He had never called her and she didn’t know he had her number. He asked her to bail Benny out of jail. Pope was overseas advising some local government on security, Fish was on daddy duty and Will was in New Mexico speaking to new recruits and wouldn’t be back in time to get to Benny. She was the only option. As far she knew, Benny hadn’t had any trouble with the law for the last few years. He had been keeping his nose clean and in his MMA career. Will never answered her question about why Benny would send three men to the hospital. But she could ask him in person, she popped on a grogu t-shirt and black leggings with her sneakers and headed out, following the directions from her phone to a large imposing building.

She told the man at the gate who she was here to bail out which he snickered and allowed her in. She didn’t get why he did that but focused on parking her small blue car and headed inside. Diana was patted down twice on her way in, it disturbed her both times. Not that either officer did anything odd, she just wasn’t good with touches from people she didn’t really know. Eventually through different gates and several sleepy looking guards later, she arrived at the holding cells. They were behind another large gate. The woman at the counter looked to be close to retirement, the fluorescent light highlighted the purple in her blonde wig. Diana didn’t think that it was supposed to be that color, but gave her a warm smile. The woman’s orange lipstick twisted with her lips as she spoke.

“Who ya here for honey?” She asked with a slow drawl. A question she’d asked many a time over the years.

“I’m here for Benny. Ah, Benjamin Miller. He would have come from the Tipsy Cantina bar.” She answered softly, her hands squeezing her phone and wallet.

The woman chuckled and reached through the small oval opening at the bottom of the plexiglass to touch Diana’s hand. “Simmer down honey. First time? No one usually tells me that much info. Yer boy’s fine. Few scrapes and bruises. Tell him to keep his nose clean. I wasn’t supposed to see him again before I left this place behind and got my place in the glades.”

Diana nodded and let go of her phone, setting it down on the counter and held the woman’s wrinkled hand, her rings dug in a little bit but that was fine. At least there was a person here who was calming. The woman turned toward a tall guard with a long beard that was braided at the bottom. “Johnny, bring out the Miller boy. His lady friend is here. You got his bail honey?”

“Y-Yes. Right here. Um, do you take cash, credit or…”

“Any’s fine dear. Whichever ya got.”

Diana let go of the woman’s hand and put her debit card in it. The woman swiped it and took the amount of money that Will had told her the bail would be. She put the card back and heard several loud buzzes before hearing two gates open.

“He’ll be out shortly honey.” The older woman assured her. And he was, but watching him walk down the hallways toward her felt like it was at least ten minutes.

Benny was glad to be out of that small cell where he had been stuck for the last three hours. He swore he’d never end up back in here after the last bar brawl he’d been in with all the guys. At least in that one, Pope, Fish, and Will had been in here to make the time to go easier. He did strike up a conversation with a guy who got caught with a prostitute and they discussed beer of all things. Weird subject to talk about but better than listening to the other guy who clearly was high speaking about the aliens telling him to probe people. He didn’t have much with him, the one office gave him his jacket and wallet back along with his hat. Benny was expecting a stern talking to from his brother who said he was going to come up with the money. He didn’t mention how he was going to get here though. Will had left for New Mexico sometime last week and that flight was at least a few hours if they even had one coming out this way.

The MMA fighter was shocked to see who was here to pick him up. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining why he was here. It’s bad enough she knows he’s in jail, but did she bail him out? Did Will give her the money? She looked worried and scared, they still do pat downs and crap when you come in here don’t they? That might be why, or she could be scared of him now. She’s supposed to know him as fun-loving goofy silly Benny, except in the ring of course. He licked his bottom lip that had a cut on it and ran his fingers through his hair he’d let grow out to the base of his neck. The bruises and cuts were still fresh on his hands and face from the fight and there was a little dried blood on his white t-shirt, could have been from him or one of the guys he decked, wasn’t sure. Benny was going to say high at least but Diana wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tight. It hurt his ribs a bit since he had taken a few hits there, but bent down slightly to hug her back and patted her head.

“Hey Angel, sorry you had to come here. You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He led with a weak joke that earned a sniffle instead of the chuckle he was hoping for. Diana looked up at him with her face tight. Instead of fear, now she was angry.

“Such a stupid joke Benny. Are you okay? You look worse than after a match! What the hell happened?” She asked as they let go of each other and walked over to the desk with the elderly woman. She handed Benny his wallet and jacket.

“You scared your girlfriend here Benjamin. I thought I wasn’t going to see you back here until I retired and went down to the glades.” She gave him a wry smile. He returned it and counted his money in his wallet before sticking it in his back jeans pocket and put on his jacket.

“Yes Ma’am. That was the plan but circumstances didn’t allow for that. Had those guys shut up, I’d be seeing you the next time me and the guys go fishing.” He answered and held the old woman’s hand.

“She seems sweet. Don’t worry her too much now.” She cooed.

“Ma’am. We’re not…” Diana went to clarify but shooed Benny away as he was given a final check by a nearby officer. She whispered to Diana as she took her hands and pulled her close.

“He’s impulsive but a good man. You came because you care. Get ya man hun.” She let out a long laugh as Diana felt her ears burn and nodded. Not that she disagreed with the woman but they’re friends. Have been for the last six months since they met at the Saucy Cantina bar. The pair left the building and Benny chuckled wondering how he was going to fit in her tiny blue hatchback car. Diana put her hands on her hips and said that if he wasn’t willing to sit up front, then he could lay in the back, just to be grateful that she came. Benny gave her another hug and told her that he was, though he still felt bad that she had to come and he knew that he’d interrupted a movie for her. Diana hated that he knew her routine so well already.

Being the goof that he was, Benny spread his long body across the backseat of the car and Diana drove, telling him to keep his shoes off the seats and he spoke about the new specials Ramon was starting at the Saucy Cantina. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know what possessed him to beat up three men. It was clear Benny wasn’t up for talking about it right now. They arrived at her apartment where Benny could sleep on the couch and she would take him home tomorrow. As Diana unlocked her door, she had forgotten about the boxes though and how she’d have to explain them.

“So were you going to tell me that you’re planning on moving or just stop coming out with us and let me figure it out?” Benny asked, mimicking her with his hands on his hips as she had done.

“Well, my roommate is moving out with her boyfriend so I can’t afford this place on my own. It’s going to be an hour commute to work instead of thirty minutes and I planned on mentioning it eventually. I wasn’t sure how to tell you Benny.” Diana admitted. Her roommate still had some boxes to pick up so most of them were Diana’s. She needs to be out by the end of the month and planned to move back in with her mom for now.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? I got room. My house has three bedrooms and despite what you think I do clean, when I remember.” He flashed her a smile and she nearly said yes, but she’d be moving in with a man she had a crush on. What if he brings back someone? Will we have to talk about socks on doors?

No, no no no.

“I appreciate the thought Benny but it’s the most cost effective-”

“Are you sure you wanna move in with your mom? Didn’t you say you have issues with her and you two normally end up fighting?” Maybe she spoke to Benny too much about her family drama. She was seeing that now and she’d have to remember not to do that from now on.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow? Let’s just get some sleep.” Diana settles and walks to what will be her room for the next two weeks. Benny watches her walk away and waits until her bedroom door closes. He hears her on the phone and it sounds like Will since she said his name. It was short, just letting him know that he’s out. He then got a text from Will saying that they needed to talk when he got home.

“Ain’t shit to talk about that. I need to think about how I’m going to convince her to move in with me. It does sound crazy, but an hour away? That’s bullshit.” He removed his jacket, putting it on the back of the couch and set his shoes by the door. He laid on the couch and closed his eyes. Having Diana that far away bothered him for multiple reasons. Not only could he not just pop over to her place after practice, for a meal, movie or just to play some games with her. He would play his guitar sometimes because Will took it after his last visit to county. Benny had been able to convince Fish to bring his guitar over to Diana’s for safekeeping from his brother.

There’s too many things Benny wants to experience with Diana and to tell her. He’ll come up with a plan in the morning.

Hopefully.

Peeps who’d bail Benny out no questions asked ❤️: @tinytinymenace @laurfilijames @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @megamindsecretlair

#fanfiction #benny miller #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #benjamin miller #benny miller x ofc #Nerdie fic

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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so uhmm im really love the hsr being fathers like damn i love it so much so uhm can the readers child like cuaght the hsr griefing over our death and the child comforts them? can it be the same guys from before? *virtual hug* tysm

*Virtual hug back* yes, let’s do it!!!

More Hsr men being fathers hehe

Part of this!

-Honkai Star Rail men grieving reader when their child comforts them-

Dan Heng: Dan Heng is going through your records in the archives, his child in his lap, sleeping peacefully, at first. It is late at night. Dan Heng can’t help it, rereading your files, on the fifth anniversary of your death…it brings tears to his eyes. He accidentally wakes up his kid, who looks up at him with those big eyes that look just like yours.

“Dad? Are you okay?”

“I’m…I’m fine,” Dan Heng reassures his child, stroking their hair a bit while he tries to stifle his tears.

“You’re crying though…”

“No, no, I’m not,” he insists, wiping his tears away and giving a warm smile to his kid. “It’s late. It’s time for bed…”

His kid yawns, protests just a little bit, before promptly falling asleep in his lap again. And he scoops them up and takes them to bed, thinking of what it’d be like to do this parenting thing with you by his side, and not alone. But it’s okay. You’re gone, he needs to accept that. He’s doing this for you, and for his kid.

Welt Yang: is looking through an old sketchbook he had started with you, looking back at your cute, amateurish doodles next to his, that you would draw when he wasn’t looking. And they had always made his day to see you’ve broken into his sketchbook to add a few additions of your own.

“You look sad, Dad,” he hears the little voice of his child, looks up. He hadn’t heard them walk in front of him. “Why are you sad?”

“Not sad, just…nostalgic,” Welt corrects. Okay. Maybe he was a little sad, and missing you. But he’d still use the word ‘nostalgic’ over sad.

“Come look with me,” is what he says, and he sits his little kid on the cushion next to him and holds out the sketchbook.

They go through the sketchbook, and the word ‘sad’ seems to grow a little bigger for him. Yeah. He was sad. He missed you so much. Missed your doodles in his sketchbooks. Wished you were here to help him raise your child. But you weren’t. And that was OK. That happens.

And to be honest, sharing your sketches with your kid was beginning to make him feel a little more relaxed.

Jing Yuan: is stressed out in his office. He’s swamped with work but all that’s on his brain is the anniversary of your death. He thought pushing through and going to work would help him get through it. Thought that it’d be better to be productive than cooped up in the house and mourning. Well, he was wrong for the first time in a while. He always did make bad judgements when it came to you…you always did distract him.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of tiny footsteps running his way. And he’s met with his kid, excitedly holding a drawing they’ve done.

The kid suddenly screeches to a halt, and Jing Yuan observed them with confusion for a second.

“Dad!? Are you crying?”

“Hm? Oh…I suppose I am…” and he wipes away his own tears, apologizing.

“What are you crying about?”

“I miss someone…”

“Who?”

“Someone dear to both of us…but let’s not worry about that, let me see that drawing of yours…”

And the issue is immediately forgotten by the child, who excitedly shows their dad their most recent creation. It’s good for him, he thinks, to have such young and precious life around him. Helps him keep his mind off the pain of losing you.

Sampo Koski: Didn’t really have a lot of time to grieve you. He was suddenly thrust into parenthood as soon as you were dead, after all…But business was slow today, and he could get home early, and spend some time thinking about his dead lover and the child you left behind for him to deal with.

He’s in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink, when his kid comes home from playing with the neighborhood kids all day. The life of a kid, even in a place like the Underworld, was just too easy, he thinks to himself bitterly, sipping at his drink.

“Dad…you…okay?” his kid asks quietly.

“Yeah…yeah just thinking.”

“You need anything?”

Was his kid always this considerate? They reminded him of you.

“No. Thank you…”

His kid smiles, gives him a thumbs up, and runs to their room. And oddly enough, Sampo feels a little better.

Gepard Landau: Gepard is looking through an old photo album he made with you, before you…passed. He’s crying. He doesn’t realize he’s crying while he looks at a photo of the two of you on your wedding day.

“Dad?” he hears. And he looks away from the photo album suddenly, and down at where his kid is.

“Yes?” he tries, trying his best to sound calm and quiet and in control, and not like he was just crying.

“Want to…play with me? It might make you feel better?” his kid suggests, holding out a stuffed animal.

“Oh, kiddo, I-” but the more he thinks about it, the better the idea sounds. “Alright. Let’s do that. It sounds fun.” He let’s his kid drag him to the floor so they can play with stuffed animals, and the pain of using you fades just a bit for the moment.

Luocha: Luocha is working. Working restlessly. He’s always working. But tonight he misses you, misses you a little more than usual tonight. He grips his necklace tight. Keeps working. When there’s a sudden knock at his door. “Father?” a little voice calls.

Luocha sighs, doesn’t realize how shaky his voice is til he replies. “Come in.”

His kid steps in, looks surprised, because their father was clearly crying and Father Never cried.

“What do you want?” Luocha asks, wiping at his eyes. His kid comes over, puts their little hands on his knee.

“Please stop crying Father…”

“I know, I’m trying…”

“It’s my bedtime.”

“Ah, so it is…want me to tuck you in?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright, fine.”

Luocha doesn’t usually tuck his kid into bed. But tonight he needed the distraction. He takes his kid to their room, tucks them into bed. The tears have stopped. He feels a little at peace, acting like a normal father, tucking his kid into bed.

You’re still on his mind of course, but at least he’s not crying over you anymore. Tears were pointless anyways, they didn’t help anything. It’s not like you were gone forever anyways. He was going to bring you back.

Blade: it’s been some time since your passing, and Blade has been resisting the need to grieve way too hard. It was unhealthy. Finally Kafka strictly told him he’d better go to your grave and get anything remaining out. And he reluctantly agreed, not aware his kid was following behind him…

He just…waits quietly at your grave, watching over it like a silent protector when he suddenly feels a tug at his pant leg. And when he looks down…lo and behold his child had followed him to the grave.

“What are you doing, Dad?” the child asks with big, innocent eyes.

“I’m…visiting…” is what he manages to say, before gesturing to your gravestone.

“Oh…” the kid says, not really understanding, but knowing that this is a quiet and serious moment. “Okay…”

And father and child keep watch quietly together over your grave, and it actually makes Blade feel a little bit better to be doing this with his kid. It’s just a Little bit more bearable.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Dan Heng #Dan Heng x reader #Welt Yang #Welt Yang x reader #Jing Yuan #Jing Yuan x reader #Sampo Koski #Sampo Koski x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Luocha #Luocha x reader #Blade #Blade x reader

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Leah hi!! I have a request for your strictly scandalous weekend. Bob having scandalous photos of you in his room on base. Maybe ur like the female version of Bob so when someone like Hangman finds them the reaction is shocking.

Listen. Bobs a little bit of an amature photographer. His specialty? His girl in any aspect of life. His work colleagues and friends had fallen victim time and time again to photos he'd taken of you in sunsets or with you snowboarding. They'd seen you posing in sunflower fields and pumpkin patches. Roosters favorite had been the one where Bob had taken a photo of your silhouette in front of the lit up christmas tree– something about it gave him family vibes. And everyone knew Rooster was very much a family man at heart.

“Where did he say they were again?” Coyote is asking as he's rummaging through Bob's belongings, scattering his stuff absentmindedly looking for Bob's spare glasses. “They aren't in here man, I'm telling you.

“Oh. My. God.” Hangman's hunched over Bob's bedside table. A radiant shit eating grin plastered across his face as he picks up the pile of polaroids. “Hey Coyote, come take a look at these.” Hangman had a callsign he liked to call you. He knew it got under Bob’s skin like no tomorrow. Jake Seresin always without fail called you Vee.

V for Virgin.

He liked to joke that you'd never looked like you’d touched a man in your life. Too pure, too innocent. Even after marriage Jake thought you’d probably wait a while until you were ready to procreate. That's how much Jake Seresin was convinced you were one hundred percent a virgin. And with that you were the perfect fit for good old back seater Bob.

“Holy shit is that Vee?” Coyote audibly gasped as he snatched the polaroids from Hangman's grasp. “No way!”

Bob had been holding out on show and tell. If he’d offered to show Hangman photos of you in all kinds of exposing poses and lingerie that made you look absolutely delectable he never would have shrugged the weapons system officer off.

“What a little minx.” Hangman practically drooled as he snatched the polaroids back. Flicking though them as he felt himself pitching a fucking tent in his flightsuit. “Holy fourth of July Coyote look at this one.” Hangman singled out a particular image. It was you, fully exposed in the shower– using the pressure of the detachable head to get yourself off. Bob had a habit of dating his photographs. Flipping it over Jake noted that it had been taken just four days ago. “That's the mens changing room isn't it?”

“There's no way Floyds been sneaking his girl in the men's showers and none of us have noticed.”

“Check this one out” Jake's jaw was practically crashing through the floor as he held back a primal groan. He was hard, dangerously hard. The polaroid in question was of you down on your knees, a mouth full of Bob's cock, your eyes were looking directly into whoever soul would be looking at the photograph. Jake was the person in question. “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

“I feel like we shouldn't be looking at these man–”

“Looking at what?” Coyote nearly hit the roof with the way your voice had made him jump. Clenching at his heart as Jake pocketed the stash of polaroids in his top pocket. Turning around with eyes as wide as a dear that had been caught in approaching headlights. “What are you guys doing in Bob's room?” It was your day off. You'd just come out of your dorm to grab some coffee when you were walking past and saw Bob’s bedroom door open. “And why do you both look like I've just caught you with your hands down your pants?”

“We’re looking for Bob’s spare glasses, his broke.” Jake beamed your way, he couldn't not see you down on your knees for him no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, they're in here–” You sauntered into your boyfriend's room, heading for the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. Coyote slapped Jake's chest when you had your back turned, mouthing something about putting the polaroids back where he found them. But Jake wasn't listening, he was too busy watching what he could only assume was Bob's shirt lifting just high enough for the curve of your ass to show.

“No underwear huh?” Jake couldn't spot himself as he spoke. “A noble endeavor I fully support” Shutting the medicine cabinet as you turned around with a frown– he didn't just say that did he?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Vee, you’re walking around the dorms with no underwear on.'' A lingering silence filled the room as Coyote shook his head. This isn't happening, Jake wasn't hitting on Bob's girlfriend and he certainly wasn't sporting a semi over those polaroids. “An endeavor I am one hundred percent in support of.”

“I'm wearing underwear, you imbecile.” You just shook him off, not waiting to entertain whatever situation Hangman was trying to set up. “Here's Bob’s glasses.” throwing them Coyote's way, he used that as an excuse to get the hell out of dodge before Jake had a chance to drag him to the depths of hell with him. Stepping around you with pressed lips, before making his way down the hall. “I’m gonna go grab a coffee, whatever you were doing in here besides looking for Bobs glasses end now Bagman.”

“I was just leaving Vee–” Hangman was hiding something, you just didn't know what. Regardless, you didn't have the time nor energy to deal with his shit today. Turning on your heels, you didn't see the way Jake adjusted himself before he walked out of Bob's room.

A pocket full of polaroids he was surely going to use later.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Jake was in the middle of what was the best masturbating session he’d had in a while. He had the lotion out, tissues ready and a whole bunch of seductive polaroids of you that were just doing everything for him. Especially the one he had his attention on now–the one with your legs spread wide. Two fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. The other wrapped around your own throat as your jaw slacked. Posing pretty for your photographer– Bob.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Hangman! I know you're in there, I can smell you from here!” Bobs doing his best to bang down Jake's door. So much anger raging through his veins. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* “Seresin open the door!!” Bob went to pound his first against the wooden door one more time but Jake had opened it. Standing before Bob in his boxer briefs as Bob stood before Jake in his.

“Can’t this wait till morning? I'm busy!” Bobs pushing past into Jake's room.

“Where are they–”

“Where's what?”

“My polaroids man, you took the polaroids from my bedside drawer!”

“Polaroids of who huh?” Jake smirked. “Vee?” Taking steps towards where Bob had finally found the polaroid scattered on the floor besides Jake's bed. “Gotta say, im so happy you decided to stick with this amature photography bullshit, because that girl? Man, does she have some talent and you captured it expertly.”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!” Bob hissed as he collected the pictures he'd taken of you. They were all supposed to be for him and only him. “Be grateful I didn't tell Y/n or else she’d–”

“She’d what? Stuff her face with my dick like she did with yours?” Jake wasn't holding back. “Or would she ride me and let me take horny little pictures of her squeezing her tits?” Bob tried his best to keep a level head as Jake kept going. “Or will she finger herself while she chokes herself out, I mean–”

“I'm not listening to this crap.” Bob clenched his jaw, holding back every urge to just give Jake one right across the jaw. But instead he settled for peace. “You do something like this again and I'll kill you, you got that?” Eyeing each other off Jake took a risky shot. Gripping the back seater by his bicep before he had a chance to walk out of his room.

“I've got a better idea.” A better idea Jake truly did have.

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#Strictlyscandalous // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

#strictly scandalous // topgun #strictly scandalous // jake ‘hangman’ seresin #strictly scandalous // robert 'bob' floyd #top gun hangman #top gun bob

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max-the-d0g · 1 year

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Two Goths

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Emily walked into the office, everyone was around working on paperwork. However, a person was undoubtedly missing. You. You came shortly after Gideon's leave. You had obtained the ravens-haired interest from day one. She frowned slightly, it was very unlike you. Your coat and bag weren't at your desk. Maybe you were with Penelope.

Not long after, Penelope came running in, you on her tail. She smiled gently, looking at the joy spreading across your face. Though there was a little hint of mischief. Penelope was grasping at a piece of paper, her eyes met with Emily for a split second a cheeky smile graced her lips. This can't be good, she thought.

"I've been doing some digging," Penelope promptly announced to the team. Penelope waited patiently for everyone's attention.

"Our dear agent over here," She pointed triumphantly at Emily, who stared wide-eyed at the blonde woman."Was an 80's Goth." Penelope properly stated.

Emily looked elsewhere, a frown graced her face. The blonde waved the piece of paper around, and Derek snatched it. It was Emily in goth entire, jet black hair with a pale complication. The unique makeup was of course black. The black eyeshadow and eyeliner did wonders for the brown of her fierce eyes. What pulled the entire together was the fished netted top with the leather jacket combo. It was a unique look, a look that she kind of pulled off.

"Wow, Prentiss. Who would have thought?" He uttered, a laugh echoing around the room as the others chuckled along, playfully of course. Her frown deepened slightly, her eager eyes locked into yours. You had a soft smile on your lips and a delicate look in your eyes.

"Remarkably, something like this makes you question everything you thought you knew," Spencer typically said as he carefully looked at the picture of Emily. "So there was a time that this was.... acceptable" He carefully added.

"You're young, 80's left many people confused," Penelope muttered. "This is especially sad though..." She added teasingly, looking at Emily in the corner of her eyes.

"All right, very funny," Emily muttered, seizing the piece of paper from spencer hands. Biting your lip at her little huff, genuinely trying to hold in the boisterous laugh. "Guys very funny, what did you do to it?" She eagerly questioned.

"You altered it in a photoshop or something, that hair!" She stated, looking slightly annoyed. Not exactly remembering this look.

"Oh no, pussycat. That is all you." Penelope said smugly.

"You really didn't change anything?" She sheepishly asked, she naturally looked at you. A slight grin on your lips as you looked at her.

"I would have been friends with you back in high school, Em" You accurately stated causing Emily to become flustered. She lowered her head slightly at your attention. She could feel the heat gracing the apples of her cheeks, no doubt causing a crimson hue to build there, she covered it up by pretending to look thoughtfully at herself in the picture.

"Oh, you definitely would be..." Penelope instantly began digging into her bag. You instantly froze, seeing your yearbook in her hands. Shock coated your features, she stayed at your place last night, of course, she would do this, you thought.

"You stole my yearbook!!" You yelled frantically, trying to stop her from flipping the pages. She flipped the book to your picture. There on the devoted page was you, with dark purple hair and almost the same entire as Emily.

"We have two goth agents in the room." She yelled, before showing everyone your goth picture. Emily looked up shocked, willingly letting a hearty laugh out herself. You would definitely have been friends back then, she thought.

Aaron came walking down the steps, David following him. Both of them looked around. They observed you and Emily dramatically hiding the goth pictures. They knew someone would spill once they get on the jet.

"What was that about?" Emily eagerly questioned.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds

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glitch-karma · 1 year

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Hi, I really like your writing style, your work makes me smile.

If it's okay, can I reaquest some headcanons with Poe and a happy/kind reader (fem or gn) who is like

Crushing on him, but doesn't even try to hide it. So like, always compliments him and his work, gives him little things that he would like, calls him dear, flirts with him, greets him with a hug and all .

I just wanna show him some love and affection, he is my favorite character :`)

It's okay if you don't want to write it, have a nice day!

AWWWEEE THIS IDEA IS SO ADORABLE <333

Poe x Flirty! Nice! Reader

When you met Poe in the guild, you could tell he was a nice guy: but once you two got to talking you realized how attractive he really is

I'd like to image the Poe hadn't really ever thought of a relationship before then

Once you realized you had a crush, you went all out

The first time you complimented him he went beat red and just looked away shyly

You would make an effort to compliment him at least once a day, and he reacted the same way each time!

After the guild disbanded, you stayed with Poe and became his assistant/writing help

One day when you were bringing him a paper, you decided to tease him with a pet name

"Oh my Dear Poe! I have your paperwork here!" "M-M dear?!"

Poe was a stuttering mess as he grabbed the paper from you and hid, Karl gave a nod of approval as you walked away

Every time Poe finishes a novel you have him read it to you. You say it's because you need to hear how it sounds but it's just and excuse to hear his voice

While he reads you give him loads of praise and compliments about his work, he'll smile at you embarrassed and thank you

When your in his office by yourself, you like to hide little things in his books or in his desk

Sometimes it's chocolates, sometimes it's little ordainments or knickknacks, or even a kind thought out note

Poe will always thank you when he finds them, and even sometimes try to leave you a gift in return

One day you hadn't been at work with Poe for a week because of some business, you were so excited when you saw him that you jumped into his lap, Wrapping you arms around his neck and holding his face

"Poe my dear! I missed you so much!" "Y-Y/n!"

His face was a deep shade of red as you pulled him close to your chest and kept cooing at him

You started greeting him like that everyday and he got used to it more and more

You would always joke on outing's with Poe that you were on a date, and he'd get flustered for awhile each time, but one day it was different

"Hey with us at this library we kinda look like we're on a date!" "Well... We could be.."

This time it was *your* turn to be surprised

And that's how you both went on your first date <3

This was SUPER cute I really enjoyed writing it <333

#bsd x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #poe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #edgar allan poe #bsd edgar allan poe #glitchs✧works

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untilwedont · 1 year

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A Heart-Wrenching Betrayal (remade ending)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male Reader

A/N; I kinda hated the og ending to my last story so i felt like redooing it. Also i changed the plot just a teeny tiny bit.

Part 1 // Part 2 (og ending) //

A/N; me when i become a ethan fanpage. scream requests r appreciated since im in my scream era

"Watch out-" Kirby yelled, but was quickly cut off after being shot multiple times by officer Bailey. Your eyes widened when Kirby dropped to the floor. You were even more shocked when one of the ghostfaces came up behind Bailey. A second after, the second ghostface came up behind him. "W-what the fuck..?" You spoke, but it was almost a whisper. "You..?" Tara asked in shocked. "Ehh, of course me. Frankly I expected more from the three of you, especially after what you did to us." He spoke, more focused on Tara and Sam. "What do you mean us?" Tara asked confused.

The first ghostface revealed themselves and you felt as if you could have died on the spot. Your heart dropped to your stomach, "Ethan...?" You spoke, his name almost coming out as a whisper. He looked at you with a sense of dread and regret in his eyes, but somehow they were still filled with evil. "Surprise baby, bet you didn't expect to see me here, hm? You know, Mindy was right! It was easy to juke the roommate lottery." His regretful eyes fully turned evil as he looked away from you towards his father.

"What the fuck Ethan? I- I loved you!" Tears ran down your face, "I fucking loved you.." You spoke lowly. You felt Ethans eye's look into your soul but he never said anything. Maybe there was a part of him that regretted the whole thing? Of course not, he wouldn't have done all this if it was purposely to hurt you, right?

"But if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam questioned, fearing her good friend was behind the killings. The last ghostface revealed themselves. "Quinn?!" You spoke in a shocked tone. "Hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?" she asked, clearly proud of herself. "No because you died!" Tara yelled. "Kinda didn't though.. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy, stab Gale Weathers." You were in utter shocked. You still couldn't comprehend that your boyfriend & friend were the ghostfaces.. and officer bailey.

"I mean, it was just a little fake blood, a prosthetic.. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with." Officer Bailey said, proceeding to walk toward the small group.

//time skip to after explanation of richie//

The three had surrounded you, sam, and tara. You thought you would be doomed and gutted by your own boyfriend, but Sam had the bright idea to grab the bricks laying right beside you. Though it wasn't the best weapon ever, it could definitely help you. "You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking back at both you and Tara. You nodded and looked at your boyfriend, "Come on motherfucker!" you yelled and you all charged at the three surrounding you.

You lunged at your boyfriend with the brick in your hand. He dodged your first attack, slicing the side of your arm. You managed to hit him on your second attempt, knocking him to the ground. Blood poured down from his hair, "Guys, over there!" Sam yelled pointing towards the ladder. Sam managed to grab Billy's knife from the ground before the three of you ran towards the ladder, climbing it as quick as possible.

Once you guys made it up the ladder, you guys tried your best to cross the balcony as slow as possible considering it was small. As you made you way across, your foot slipped causing you to fall. Tara and Sam managed to grab your arm before your fell. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You screamed, holding onto them for dear life. Ethan hadn't made it any easier because he tried grabbing and cutting you from below. "Ethan stop, why are you doing this?! I'm your fucking boyfriend!" You yelled at him, still clutching onto Tara and Sam.

"I need to, M/N! Maybe if it wasn't for your bitch sister I wouldn't be forced to do this!" He yelled back, still trying to grab you.

"Shit, I'm slipping! I don't think I can hold on!" You exclaimed. The blood on your guys' hand made it hard to hold on. "Let me go." You said, already knowing you may fall anyways. "No way, M/N! We aren't letting go!" Sam yelled back. "You have to let me go, Sam!" Sam and Tara heard footsteps from beside Sam and saw Quinn, her knife screeching on the rail as she walked closer to them. "Shit.." Tara mumbled. Luckily you had a plan.

You looked at Sam and then the knife she had on her. she nodded and gave you the knife before Tara and Sam let you go. You fell onto the floor. "Got ya, babe!" Ethan exclaimed, plunging the knife into your stomach. You winced at the pain but no noise came out of you. before he could do anything else, you repeatedly plunged your knife into his stomach. He yelled out in pain, dropping his knife onto the floor.

You pushed him onto the floor before climbing on top of him, lifting your knife in the air. Tears ran down your face as you looked at him. Memories of the two of you together came rushing to your mind as you continued to look at his face. "Do it.. M/N." He said, blood spilling out of his mouth and onto his chin. You nodded your head in disagreement, "No... no, don't- don't make me do this, Ethan.."

You knew he deserved to be killed for all the lives he took but you couldn't get yourself to do it. You didn't want to live with the guilt of knowing you murdered your boyfriend. "I'm so-sorry, M/N. I-...I'm sorry that... that I made you go through this." You lowered your knife before placing your other bloody hand on his cheek. "I-.. regret everything I did but... but you- you have to kill me."

You looked into his eyes with your teary ones, his pleading for you to end it all. "There has to- to be another way! Please Ethan I- I can't kill you. I don't wanna lose you!" You begged, wanting to do anything but kill your boyfriend. "M/N, please..!" His tears rolled onto down his face onto the ground. You nodded, finally giving in to his pleads. You lifted your knife in the air again before this time finally plunging it into his heart. You quickly kissed him one last time. He kissed back, but only for a second as his body came to a stop.

You pulled away from him, now staring at your boyfriends lifeless body, the knife still plunged into him. You cried out more, knowing he was officially gone.

You'd never be able to forgive yourself for killing your boyfriend.

A/N; Let me know if you like this ending more than the other one :D tbh i kinda prefer it more but idk lmk what u guys think. dont forget to send scream requests!

#male reader #male!reader #malereader #ethan landry x male reader #jack champion x male reader #scream x male reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #gay #scream x reader #jack champion imagine

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seramilla · 20 days

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Oo angst idea

So like some employees of carmine industries turn out to be like traitors or some shit(maybe they were working for carmilla just to get the manufacturing blueprint) so the employees try to corner Clara who is the head of the manufacturing department but unfortunately for them and fortunately for Clara, Odette had happened to be in the department during this event so she quickly heard what was going on and stepped in to help Clara. So Clara runs off to tell her mother who was leading sera and Emily through a tour of the place so she runs to find her mother and eventually she finds her and she is distraught, hardly able to get words out.

But unfortunately by the time they arrive to the scene, Odette is gravely injured with two angelic bullets through her chest with an angelic knife sticking out of her stomach while the employee’s bodies surround her. So obviously they freak out and bring her to the nearest hospital and Clara is inconsolable. Carmilla can’t comfort her, Emily can’t either, neither can sera, hell even Velvette and Kiki can’t comfort her. The posse nor Velvette were informed on what happened but all they know is that Clara is inconsolable because she wants her big sister so bad but she can’t see her.

“MOM!!!”

Carmilla, startled, practically falls out of her chair at the force with which her younger daughter slams her office door open. Clara comes bursting into the room, tears falling down her face, horns and glowing irises on full display as she practically stumbles into Carmilla’s arms. Zestial is also startled, looking up from where he’d been reading on the couch, spider web beginning to form behind his back at what he initially perceived to be a threat.

When their eyes fall on Clara, both overlords immediately stand down, waiting for Clara to compose herself. She’s pointing out the door, hand shaking and barely able to get out the words.

“O-ODETTE!”

Carmilla doesn’t need to hear more, and neither does Zestial. Instinct kicking in immediately, the two of them rush out into the hallway, and down two flights of stairs, where a throng of people have begun to gather around something sprawled onto the floor. Carmilla starts shoving her employees and patrons out of the way, not even caring if she’s a little rough with them. She needs to see what’s beyond this wall of bodies, and when she does, she practically chokes on a shout, holding her large claws up to her face.

Her eldest, Odette, is being cradled in the arms of Kiki, Clara’s partner, who’s trying her best to slow the loss of blood from two large wounds in Odette’s right shoulder with her jacket. Also, Carmilla notices with absolute horror, an angelic blade of her own making still sticking out of her daughter’s side. One of her designs. Who would— How— Who had done this?

“It was one of the lab guys!” Clara shouts, as if reading Carmillla’s mind. “He was coming for me, and Odette—I-I killed him!”

That’s when Carmilla notices the other body in the room, this one dead, torn in half, and pierced through several times in the face with something sharp. She can’t identify him, because he doesn’t have a face left. One of her angelic pistols lays on the floor mere feet from the body.

It’s just like the drone that had tried to attack Sera — someone is using her weapons against her, and they’d actually succeeded this time!

Carmilla’s brought out of her shocked state at a cry from Odette, who’s gripping at Kiki’s shirt like she’s trying to talk through the pain. “Mo-oom!”

Not wasting anymore time, Carmilla grabs Odette out of Kiki’s arms, as carefully as possible, and yells at Zestial, “Zestial! Portal! Now! Sloth ring!”

Zestial nods, and without a moment’s hesitation, he opens a portal to Sloth. Before he and his dear friend disappear through the portal, Clara tries to follow, and Carmilla pushes her back.

“You stay here!” Carmilla demands, almost frantic.

“But…” Clara starts. “What about Odette? I can help!”

“We’ll handle it,” Carmilla insists. “I need you here. Please! Call Lucifer! Tell him to meet me at Belphegor’s! And hold down the fort for me.”

Clara acts if she might protest again, but she doesn’t. She nods, wiping away the snot and tears from her face, and by the time she blinks again, her mother and Zestial are gone.

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It takes less than 5 minutes between the time Carmilla and Zestial get Odette to Belphegor’s clinic, before she is rushed into emergency surgery. It takes only a minute longer for Lucifer to appear, and once Zestial brings him up to speed on Odette’s condition (because Carmilla has gone verbally catatonic at this point) the king also enters the surgical theater. He’s not a doctor, but he has enough healing magic to be helpful. If she needs a transfusion, Carmilla is present. Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that point. Thank Heaven for that.

When Carmilla is finally allowed to enter Odette’s room in ICU more than 3 hours later, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Odette in such a critical state. Her face is covered with tubes, there are bandages all over her body, especially around her midsection, and she’s been put into an artificial coma to help speed her healing. Lucifer is also there, covered in sweat, and looking exhausted. He’d worked so hard for her daughter. He just breathes slowly, trying to recover his energy, and smiles when he sees she’s entered the room.

“How is she?” Carmilla asks, trying to keep it together, and not cry in front of her king.

“She’ll survive,” Lucifer says, slumping into his chair. “But it’s going to take a while. You’re very lucky to have brought her here as quickly as you did.”

His wings are out — Lucifer always brings them out when he’s nervous or feeling uncertain. It’s a small quirk of his. Carmilla notes he must really be worried, if that’s the case.

“Can I stay with her?” Carmilla asks, reaching out for Odette with her claw, but not yet touching.

“Yes,” Lucifer says, finally putting away his wings. He takes off his hat, and wipes his brow with his sleeve. “Just don’t touch her. Not yet. She’s full of mine and Bel’s healing energy, but she must NOT be moved or jostled around too much. Hear me?”

“Yes,” Carmilla says, sighing with a small modicum of relief, but only just. Odette has an extremely difficult fight ahead of her. She won’t do anything to sabotage that, no matter how much she wants to hold her girl.

As Lucifer is turning to leave, Carmilla stops him. “Lucifer! Thank you! If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you, please…just tell me.”

Lucifer smiles at her, leaning on his cane to remain standing upright. He’s also trying not to show how tired he is, but it’s not working.

“Of course, Carm. Don’t even mention it.”

As Carmilla is left alone with Odette, a million different thoughts race through her mind. How could she have let this happen? How could she have fucked up and let her guard down so horribly? Who is after her, and what the fuck do they want? It couldn’t have just been the one demon — who wants her dead this badly? All of these questions and more are at the forefront of her mind, and she doesn’t know the answer to any of them.

The only thing she does know, and the thing she keeps whispering quietly into Odette’s ear, hoping her daughter can hear her, is that Carmilla will find out who did this, and make them pay. She will kill them herself, if she has to. She’ll never let anything like this happen again. Odette twitches, as if she’d heard her mother. It’s only at that moment that Carmilla’s composure finally drops, and she openly sobs, not caring who hears her.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #carmilla carmine #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #kiki helluva boss #zestial hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #belphegor hazbin hotel #ask #anon #fan theories #y’all wanted angst #hear ya go #hope you’re happy #tw: angst #attempted murder angst au

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the-autistic-vulcan · 15 days

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A Hot Date (Furfur x Angel!Reader Headcanons)

Request by anon: Hello! Could you maybe write some Furfur x Angel!Reader headcanons on what they did after they started dating? (All fluff) Like small things they do for eachother or with eachother

Summary: just some cute headcanons about you, an angel, and Furfur, a demon dating each other - y'know, the usual shenanigans

Warning(s): none i think

a/n: treat this as a part 2 to the previous Furfur x Angel!Reader

where to even start?

well, for one, y'all had to sneak around your respective head offices before even planning to go anywhere

thus dates had to be short and sweet - whether it was having a meal at your place or going for a short walk around Regents Park

Personal Headcanon: You reside in a living space above Aziraphale's bookshop

omg he gets you flowers - not a specific kind, just anything he found pretty

"i didn't know which ones you liked, so...i bought...all of them..."

"dearie, that's terribly sweet, but...did you have to take the whole stand?"

"i used my own money this time if that fixes anything..."

you both like to read - given Furfur isn't very good at spelling, he can recite poetry like the back of his hand

he loves it when he stays around a little longer than he needs to, especially if it adds a bit of edge into your relationship

"dearie, you need to leave. Aziraphale will be back any minute-"

"but i don't want to. if i get caught, let me get caught."

despite his innate selfish nature, he is actually very selfless - he loves you to the moon an back, despite only knowing of you since the '40s

you make his world a little less darker - he suffered underappreciation and bro is desperate for a promotion

but your relationship is a promotion in itself

HOLDING HANDS

kissing - eskimo kisses, quick pecks, full on making out, even a little bit of love biting here and there

there are more times Crowley had accidentally walked in on your two on your romantic escapades (she just wishes it was him and his angel IM SORRY)

Aziraphale kind of knows what's happening, but he just assumes you guys are "very helpful allies"....yeah, sure

that is until He and Crowley walk into the bookshop to see you both on the armchair - Furfur on your lap and you clinging to him

"Allies?"

"...To be fair, dear, they're very good at hiding it..."

y'all are cute. i want what you guys have.

#good omens #furfur x reader #furfur good omens #angel!reader #reece shearsmith

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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For aizen and shinji(seperately ) how they propose x fem reader

Maybe for aizen he never betrayed the soul society or he is the soul king ?

Fluff plz

Shinji Hirako

“Geh….I forgot how hot these dumb robes were.” Shinji complained as he fluttered his new captain’s haori to get some air.

You smirk to yourself at his complaint. Knowing they were hollow. You knew Shinji was happier than he had ever been to be back in the Seireitei, in the Gotei 13, and back at his old post. It had been a long time. One neither of you thought would ever come. When you saw Shinji again after all this time, presumed dead, you’d burst into tears and clung to him for dear life as if to never let him go again.

That was almost a year ago, and now you were settling into your regular lives.

“Well, you look very handsome.”

“I always look handsome.” Shinji corrected of your compliment. Gritting his teeth when you set some new paperwork down on his desk. “Give ‘at the Hinamori.”

“It’s not Hinamori-san’s responsibility.” You retort with a grumble.

“ ‘course it is. ‘s what lieutenants and seated officers is for. Taken work off their poor capt’ins so they can focus on more important things.”

“Let me guess? Like your naps?”

“To name a few.” Shinji choked on his words when you wacked him in the head for his intolerance. Not appreciating your efforts to the division marginalized like this; even if it was a joke.

“Please see that these are completed by this afternoon.”

“[Y/N]-chan is so meeeeannn…..” Shinji whined. “Hey, wait a minute.” He called when he saw you were actually leaving.

You turn around, still in a huff, to see what he wanted and have to act fast to catch the small parcel tossed at you. “What’s this?”

“It’s a present.”

“This isn’t going to get you out of paperwork.” You grumble. Then open the box to see a small ring inside. It took you a moment to process what it meant before you looked up at Shinji in alarm. Who looked remarkably serious, and more vulnerable, than you had ever seen him before.

“I’m a pretty lucky guy.” He stood from his desk and walked over to you. “ ‘m back at my old job. I got my revenge. Lived a buncha years in the human world just amblin’ by like I always wanted to. But there wan’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of you.” He took the ring out of your hands, and then slipped it on your finger. “Haven you back…it almost makes all that crap worth it. So, will ya make me the luckiet guy in the universe and marry me [Y/N]?”

“Yes!” You answer immediately. Wrapping your arms around Shinji and kissing him fiercely.

You both hold on to each other for a while. By the time you break apart you had to wipe happy tears from your face. “I’m so happy. I can’t wait to tell everyone. Wait, we should tell them together. I’ll be back later when you’re done, and we can do that.”

“Wait? I still have to do paperwork?!”

“Yes Shinji,” moment over. “You better not have done this just so you could slack off. No take backs anyway. You’re stuck with me forever now.”

Shinji smirked and moved back to his desk. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sosuke Aizen

*I know what you said, but.....BUT.....hear me out*

You laid in bed, waiting for Aizen to return after his shower. He’d been a little off today. Not enough for anyone to notice; to the untrained observer he looked like the typical, good-natured captain everyone knew and loved. But you were his lover. So you noticed things in him that were not as keenly aware.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You look up from the futon matting. Aizen walking in with a thin bathrobe on and still toweling his hair. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked him outright.

Whenever you wanted to get to the bottom of something with Aizen, you had to ask him outright. If you danced around the topic, he would dance with you, and suddenly you couldn’t remember what it was you had originally asked him about. “You’ve been acting odd all day.”

A soft chuckle left the captain. “Leave it to you to notice something.” He tossed the towel aside and reveled his handsome face, now that his hair was wet & pushed back without his glasses.

He came over to the bed and sat beside you. Gently taking your hand, which was for once not comforting. “You know I love and trust you more than anything, yes?” He said with a soft sort of smile. “So I’m going to tell you something I hope you’ll be pleased with. In 6 days, after Rukia Kuchiki’s execution, I’m going to overthrow to Soul King.”

Shock rang out through your body at Aizen’s words. You barely hear him over the ringing in your ears on how it will be done, the other captain’s betraying the Seireitei with him, when all this started.

“W…Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to come with me.” He explained cheerfully. As if you had just planned some fun trip to the country. “The universe needs balance. And I intend to give it. With this new power I gain, I will create the world anew. The Seireitei and Gotei 13 will no longer be needed as they will be obsolete in this new world of order. An order we talked about.”

Yes, you had talked about how corrupt the Seireitei could be sometimes. How it seemed unjust that somewhere born into high states of privilege after their death, while others were forced to suffer. Who decided that? Didn’t all men die equally? But this seemed…..extreme.

Aizen then lifted your hand and kissed your ring finger. “I need you to come with me. Gin and Tosen are competent candidates, but they lack the vision you and I share. I cannot complete this on my own. A king needs his queen.” You were embarrassed to say that your heart fluttered.

Although you feared what Aizen was suggesting, what this may lead to, you still couldn’t imagine being without him. Not at his side. “Yes,” you whisper quietly as a single tear slid down your cheek, “yes I’ll go with you.”

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#bleach #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #sosuke aizen #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen x reader #shinji hirako #shinji hirako x reader #shinji x reader #scenarios #imagine #bleach tybw

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