#g: uneasy lies the head

[kix-mm]

A once cruel god. G/t short story 1/??

Pt2

"Hey, where are you going? Don't leave! I was joking!" The god yelled as they watched the tiny human try to drag themselves in the opposite direction as fast as they could. Damn it, why did he have to do that?! Why did he have to ruin the moment?!

They quickly grabbed ahold of the human, trying to be ever so gentle and not harm them like they had done so carelessly before. They felt the human flinch and struggle, and their tears streamed down their cheeks endlessly while they repeat the same sentences over and over again.

"Please let me go, I've earned my freedom, I don't want to go back! Please, please, please!" They begged between sobs. It made the young God feel so uneasy now that he could understand the human language... this is what they had been saying all this time? He remembers laughing when hearing these silly little words, unaware of their meaning, and how cruel he used to play with the humans... this particular one somehow managed to survive. Despite the young gods' favoritism, he had made this little human life torture from a young age... the young God had fallen for this particular human, but it didn't mean that they had it any easier, they watched their own kind get crushed, tipped apart, eaten, and given false hope and promises... and on top of all that they had to pretend to be head over heals for the giant in order for their life to be safe, despite all the torture they endured...

The human was a frail figure, misting a lower arm and both their legs. These were the young gods' doings. There was no mistaking it...

"My flower..." the God spoke in a sad, soft voice, they watched the humans face drain of any color and their body begin so tremble uncontrollably, hearing that name again... that alone was enough to make the human have a panic attack. "No, no! No! Nonononono, you promised it was over! You promised I could go!" That was right. The young god didn't usually grace their "toys" with freedom when he got bored playing with them, but this human got a right to leave for exactly this reason... so that he could find them all these years later... and understand them... he had done so with several other humans, and all yielded the same results... horror, shock, begging, and even ending their own lives and those of their families in order to not have ANGYONE go through what they did...

"My flower.." he repeated again carefully. They wish they had bothered to learn the humans name before, and despite all that had happened he hated to admit how hid heart fluttered seeing this human again, even after all this torture, they were still so beautiful... the humans attempts to ruin their face had been for nothing, large gashes all over made them almost unrecognizable, yet they immediately began sobbing louder when they saw that distinctive pink hue on the gods cheeks. "I'm not your fucking flower!! I'm not! I'm not!!"

The harsh words made the God flinch. "Wait - wait, no- I, w-what do I call you? What is your name? I won't call you that ever again, please don't cry." they beg, that right, a God, begging a former human toy for something more comfortable to call them... that was almost impossible, only in a humans wildest dreams would they be treated like such...

The human went silent, expecting this to be some cruel trick for speaking so unfaithfully to an all mighty God... meanwhile, the young god sat in anticipation to hear anything that could resemble a name. Nothing, hours of silence went by without either saying anything at all, judt heavy breathing as a result of the humans panic attack.

The God eventually got tired of waiting and asked calmly again, "What is your name..?" To which the human flinched once more, was this a trick question? "F-flower, my lord..." they said with their head down. "No, I'm asking what your real name is, not the one I gave you..." the human kept their eyes glued to the palm of the gods hand. "I... I don't know my lord..." they lied, not wanting the God to tarnish their name by hearing them speak it. The young God frowned and tried to catch a glimpse of the humans eyes.

"You don't..? Do you even have a name?" The human never replied. "W-would you like a name?" He asks "I promise it'll be a nice one, then you won't be nameless anymore " they say with a hopeful smile.

The human feels sick to their stomach but nods slowly. "It would be an honor..." No, it wouldn't... it's a curse in disguise. If the human used the name the God gave him , then God would be able to locate him wherever he went... "What about Amber..? Do you like that name?". "It's a wonderful name, my lord..." they spoke while gritting their teeth. Amber was their name before they were reduced to a mere spoiled brats favorite toy. Now it feels like it's happening all over again, but the god is pretending to have sympathy... but the human knew what kind of a monster this god could be...

"Do you still remember my name?" The god asks softly. How could the human forget? They literally carved their name into the humans' skin. "V-Vic-" they got sick before they could properly pronounce his name, a sure-fire way to get yourself into a heap of trouble, "Amber" stared at the sick on the gods hand and quickly attempted to clean it with what little clothing thry had on thier body "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so ashamed, please forgive me-" they were cut off by them being carefully lifted into their other hand " the god looked concerned, "Are you okay? Don't be scared it's alright" they spoke in the most sincere voice, which only worried the human more, what would they be punished with?? What was he going to do with them??

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[yujo-nishimura]

"Told you so..." - Part 9

This is a private ongoing fic just for me and @lostfirefly

Since tumblr doesn't let me post it privately I need to share it publicly, but feel free to scroll through the content, since this is just for our own amusement. ;)

As soon as the two former prisoners exited the small chamber, a swarm of guards descended the stairs, attempting to corner the pirates. Helga and Yujo swiftly assumed their fighting positions, ready to defend themselves, while Buggy took a step back, confident that he now had enough capable fighters around him to protect him. Crocodile, wearing a knowing smile, understood that he had nothing to fear, as he could once again use the power of his abilities.

Before Helga and Yujo could even react, the former warlord unleashed a powerful sandstorm, effortlessly sweeping the guards aside and clearing a path for them to ascend.

"Let's continue," Crocodile stated dryly, and the other three nodded in admiration.

"As soon as we're out of here, let's split up again and leave this arrogant sand-man and his water girl behind," Buggy whispered to Helga, still feeling uneasy with Crocodile's presence. They glanced at Yujo, who happily jumped alongside them, seemingly content just to be out of the prison cell.

"You mentioned that you're a captain as well?" Helga asked Yujo, now walking beside her.

"Yes, I'm the captain of the Aqua Pirates! I'm sure you've heard of us!" Yujo replied enthusiastically.

"Absolutely!" Helga lied, not wanting to dampen the girl's spirits.

"And how did you end up here?" Buggy inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"I had a bit too much to drink and ended up getting ambushed. Once we escape, I'm determined to find my crew again!" Yujo replied, her voice filled with newfound hope.

Buggy seemed satisfied with her answer. Compared to the intimidating presence of Crocodile, this girl appeared less daunting, making Buggy consider the possibility of extending their partnership for a while longer.

"What about you two?" Yujo asked, her gaze shifting towards Buggy and Helga with genuine curiosity.

Buggy's mind drifted back to the day they were captured—a memory of being in a local inn, locked away in a room, consumed by their desires. They had indulged in drinks after a successful raid, enjoying a banquet with their entire crew. Helga had become tipsy after three glasses of wine, and as the evening progressed, Buggy had carried her upstairs. His girlfriend was filled with a passionate fever, ignited by the exhilarating day. Upon entering their private room, she showered him with kisses, eagerly pushing him toward the bed.

"I want you," she had whispered breathlessly, and Buggy willingly surrendered, allowing her to take control as he reclined on the bed. Helga slowly undressed herself and then him, her actions filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and affection.

As he sat on the bed, gazing into her captivating blue eyes and gently holding her fiery red hair, Buggy realized that there could never be anyone he would love more than her. "Your drive me crazy, sweet cheeks..!", he had whispered.

However, before she could get her sweet mouth to work, both Buggy and Helga heard shouts emanating from downstairs. In a matter of seconds, a battalion of marines barged into the inn, catching them off guard. Buggy found himself rendered powerless as they swiftly clamped sea stone shackles around his wrists.

Partially undressed and partially still horny, they were forcefully taken aboard a marine ship, unable to identify the whereabouts of their crew.

"We were also ambushed during a sea raid!" Helga swiftly lied, noticing her captain's blush at the memory and realizing Yujo was still awaiting their response.

"Those damn marines, too afraid to face us head-on in a fair fight!" Yujo retorted, being outraged over the fact that these two pirates seemed to share her fate. 

In the midst of their chat, the trio failed to notice a group of additional guards blocking the staircase to Level 4. Suddenly, gunfire erupted, and Buggy swiftly detached his arms, pushing Helga out of harm's way and using his own body as a shield to protect her. However, Yujo was not as quick to react. A bullet narrowly missed her, and as she attempted to dodge, a guard swung a bat at her, sending her hurtling backward into the stone wall of the staircase.

For a brief moment, she saw stars, feeling overwhelmed and defenseless. She thought that this was the end, but then, unexpectedly, a sandstorm lifted her from the ground, carrying her away from the danger. The guards, unwary, crashed forcefully into the wall, their attempt to catch Yujo met with the unyielding force of the barrier.

In a display of his devil fruit powers, Crocodile had transformed into his sand form, swiftly lifting Yujo and transporting her to the other side of the staircase. He held her securely in his strong arms, his cold eyes contrasting with the warmth of his embrace.

"You seem to have a taste for living dangerously, Missy," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, as he held her close.

Yujo's face flushed with a mix of fear and bewilderment, overwhelmed by Crocodile's unexpected display of kindness. "I thought you were the type of person who didn't care about others...!" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as he gently placed her back on the stairs.

"In general, that is true," he chuckled, taking a puff from his cigar. Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos and confusion, he swiftly rendered the remaining guards unconscious with another wave of his hand. Crocodile created an invisible sand barrier, enveloping Yujo and himself, shielding them from the prying eyes of those around them. Then, with an assertive motion, he grasped Yujo's head, surprising her with a forceful kiss on her unsuspecting lips. She gasped in shock, but soon found herself leaning into the kiss, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty filling her senses.

As the kiss concluded and the sandstorm subsided, Crocodile smiled at her once more. "I knew you would enjoy that...!" he remarked, his words laced with a hint of satisfaction.

#one piece #buggytheclown #sir crocodile #yujowriting #friends on tumblr

[mostlymarvelgirl]

I'm A Telepath Too, Love. (Part 2)

[Alternate Universe Gen-Z OC]

Part 1

---------------------------------------------------Did I think it through before meeting Charles Xavier? Nope. I didn't have a clue on how to go about my story. I feel like I'm in a fanfiction position where the reader is contemplating their feelings. This wasn't fanfiction, unfortunately. Or maybe it is. Who knows? I have to get to him before I miss out due to daydreaming mind. It did work, though. Daydreaming took my mind off the voices. I couldn't hear anyone when I was too focused on my thoughts.

I kept walking like some crazy pilgrim to reach the "heavens." He was definitely "heavens" though. I finally entered the bar. It was the exact same one from the movie. But I wasn't quite sure whether this was going to be the scene before or after he became the professor. I'm hoping that this is not after the after him becoming a professor. Cause I don't wanna meet the drunk charles, and I might ruin the Moira meeting Charles thingy.

The doorbell chimed when I entered. A wave nausea passed through me as I could smell alcohol and moisture. Another wave of excitement filled me when I saw Raven. Yes, you heard me. It was HER. Holy hell, my bisexual senses were tingling.

Meanwhile, this scene was going on which I had completely missed due to my bisexual tingles.

"Heterochromia.", Charles stated to the woman.

"A gentleman would at least offer to buy me a drink first.", the woman replied pretending to be not enamored by his accent and was playing hard to get.

"Heterochromia is in reference to your eyes, which I have to say are stunning. One green, one blue. It's a mutation. It's a very groovy mutation. I've got news for you, Amy. You are a mutant.", Charles stated his usual lines to get her interested, which seemed to get her attention.

"First you proposition a girl and then you call her deformed. How is that seduction technique working for you?", she asked with a tinge of hatred.

"I'll tell you in the morning.", he replied completely ignoring her bad remarks.

Because of me entering this timeline, Raven hadn't gone to Charles for a drink and didn't do her "Heterochromia" move.

And also I didn't quite realize I was staring at her the whole time, which made Charles turn towards me with a confused look.

I felt a bit uneasy all of a sudden. As if something was pinching the back of my head. Me being me completely ignored that, and got excited when Raven stared back at me. She smiled awkwardly and waved to me. So I waved back and started walking towards her.

Then, all of sudden, someone held me back by my hips. I quickly got scared and slapped the person hard in the face. Not realizing what I had done, I turned to see that I had slapped Charles, who was wincing in pain and held his cheek in his palm to cool down the pain.

I heard some chairs move and saw Raven coming to Charles and the "Heterochromia" running out of the bar.

"Oh my God! Charles, are you OK?", Raven asked while rubbing his back.

I quickly started apologizing.

"O-M-G I'm soo sorry... Charles. I was staring at Raven.. and..uh.. and I didn't mean to d-", I paused realizing the mistake I made.

Raven moved away from Charles. She was scared. She looked angry and creeped out. Charles's eyes had widened. His fingers quickly moved towards his temple.

"STOP! WAIT! I'M LI-LIKE YOU BOTH..", I stuttered while hands were in a protective manner.

Charles brows furrowed. He wasn't sure of what I said. I was hoping he would believe me because in all other fanfiction he seemed pretty easily convinced and was warm-hearted. Clearly, that wasn't the case here.

"If that is the case, you don't seem quite like us. You know our names and from your body language, you seem know us better than we do. How do i- I mean we can trust you? You know what we both-", he was explaining when I interrupted him.

"Just read my mind, it's open now", I stated not wanting him to go away as he was my only hope. I know. I know. It's cheesy as my brain but the situation had asked for it.

He started fingering me... sorry.. I mean his brain. His eyes widened, and he smiled. I could feel his presence in my mind, rummaging through my memories and my thoughts. Yup, he smiled cause he knew how I scared I was of him leaving me all alone in an unknown universe and also because I had all my dirty thoughts locked up in an area which I didn't let him enter.

I glanced at Raven, who started smiling at me (oh good heavens, was it not relieving!), who knew what was going on. Charles was telepathically communicating with her whatever he should be knowing my unprecedented journey to the universe here.

Soon, his process was over. And they both just stared at me. This was kinda creepy. What the fawk were they even doing?

Soon, Raven came to give me hug to which I declined.

"Nononono... you don't hug me. First, I slapped your bro and second I'm bisexual so it's not safe", I replied quickly.

"It's okay.... what's your name?", Raven laughed along with Charles and asked.

"Oh, I'm Julianne. Julianne Ricci. Didn't Charles tell you my name?", I introduced myself.

"Nope. He was busy searching sone other stuff I guess", she replied.

We both went in for a hug for which I was way too excited which Raven didn't seem to mind but Charles was not happy about it.

"Alright, that's enough both of you.", Charles stated while barging between us.

Well, I guess Charles was either homophobic or jealous. Nah, I guess he's homophobic. Who would be jealous of me?

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A/N: Should I do part 3??

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[tagthescullion]

Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Rating: G

Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.

AO3 link

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: The Ambassador

Jason and Reyna had been working for hours. They were trying to come up with a budget proposal to start fixing their small dock after the battle a month before. 

They didn’t have much to work with, and unfortunately, naval reparations cost fortunes.

“We could leave it for another time,” he suggested. “It’s not often we use those boats, there’s no point in spending all this money on that now.”

Reyna frowned. “If we leave it, then we’ll never do it. Better get it out of our heads now.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Sorry to disturb you.” Gwendolyn’s face poked from behind the door. “We've got a couple of new arrivals.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. It was common for praetors to greet their new recruits, but it wasn’t urgent by any means. Gwen knew times were hectic, which meant whoever these kids were must’ve been something if she was appearing unannounced to introduce them.

“Sure,” he said. “Send them in.”

Reyna gave him a look. 

“We’re a bit busy,” she pointed out. “We can meet them ourselves later…”

“I know,” said Gwen. “But you’ll want to meet them. They weren’t trained by Lupa.”

That piqued their curiosity. Everybody trained with Lupa, how else would they know how to find camp in the first place.

“Right,” Reyna decided. “Bring them to us, then.”

In came two kids. A boy and a girl. Early teens or so, by their looks.

The boy looked pale to the point of Vitamin D deficiency, but Jason couldn’t blame him. He didn’t remember the last time he had spent more than fifteen seconds under direct sunlight. He had bags under his eyes that mirrored Jason’s and Reyna’s, and he seemed to be taking in everything in the room with interest. 

His eyes focused on the two praetors in turn. They startled Jason. They were a deep brown, with a sparkle of unhinged cleverness to them. 

The girl clearly felt more uneasy than her companion. Rather than studying the room curiously, she seemed wary. 

She had a face that many may have disregarded as kind and posing little threat, but Jason could see her muscles tense, ready to react, and the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes, in contrast to her friend’s, were flecked with gold that reflected the light that came in from the windows.

“Welcome to Camp Jupiter,” Jason said. “The Twelfth Legion Fulminata. I’m Jason Grace and this is Reyna, we’re your praetors.”

The children exchanged a glance.

“I’m Hazel Levesque,” the girl introduced herself. Then she pointed at the boy. “And this is Nico di Angelo, my brother.”

Siblings? They didn’t look much alike, but they had different surnames, so most likely they were only siblings by their godly parent.

“Gwendolyn told us you found your way here unconventionally,” Reyna said. 

“Our father sent us,” Nico explained. There was a trace of an accent in his speech, but Jason was surprised by how firm his tone was, at that age —12 or 13– he used to be a lot more nervous when he had to speak to the praetors. “The Lord of the Dead.”

Jason’s eyes widened. Children of Pluto? And two of them! Gods, Octavian would be unbearable when found out about them, going on about bad auguries and treason.

“You’re children of Pluto?” Reyna sounded unbothered, but Jason knew her to be surprised, too. “And he sent you?”

Jason put a hand on her arm. While he understood the concern, he could see how the boy had squared up, as if expecting a disapproving reaction from them. Jason didn’t wish to prove him right, any child of any god was welcome here.

“It’s not common to have Big Three children,” Jason clarified. “There’s not many of us.”

Nico seemed interested in that. “You’re a child of the Big Three?”

Jason nodded.

“It would be Jupiter, right?” Nico guessed. “A leader such as you. You have your father’s eyes. You said your surname was Grace, didn’t you?”

Jason was wrong-footed by the boy’s words. Guessing Jupiter was easy; the kid said it was because of the leading position, but everybody knew Jupiter was… easy-going. Out of the three brothers it was the most likely bet. But what did he mean Jason had his father’s eyes? Why did this scrawny boy know what the King of the Gods looked like?

Startled as he was, he nodded yes to the surname question. 

“When did you meet Jupiter?” Reyna asked when Jason didn’t.

“Last month,” the boy replied. He eyed Reyna’s metal dogs as if daring them to react, and Jason wondered if he had a sixth sense or superpower. Nobody knew about Aurum and Argentum when they first arrived. “I convinced my father to fight in the gods’ war against the titans. Afterwards, he saw it fit that I… met the family.”

The metal dogs tilted their heads in unison, but remained still, meaning Nico wasn’t lying. 

“But not you, Hazel Levesque?” Reyna turned her eyes at the girl. 

Hazel shook her head. “I only met Nico a week or so ago.”

Nico, but not their father. And yet the boy had said the King of the Underworld sent them both.

“And Pluto brought you here,” Jason began. “He told you how to find us.”

“He wishes for Hazel to be trained here,” Nico spoke up. “He’s given me other tasks to do elsewhere, but he hopes you’ll accept me as his ambassador. I would only stay here every so often.”

An ambassador for a god? Had that ever happened? Other than their augury —and that couldn’t be considered as an envoy, despite answering to Apollo’s power— there was nothing even remotely similar.

Hazel had been surprised by her brother’s word. She turned towards him and murmured something quickly.

Nico shook his head, he waved his hands as he muttered some reassurance or other back.

His sister didn’t look happy, but she’d been appeased by his words.

Jason glanced at Reyna and saw her following the exchange carefully.

No wonder Gwen had wanted these two to meet them before they went anywhere. Octavian would be thrilled to have vulnerable children whose secrets to exploit. And a son of Pluto who was frequently in contact with the god? 

“What exactly would Pluto need from an ambassador?” Reyna inquired. 

Nico shrugged. “He didn’t say anything specific. Information, I gather. We learn a lot from the dead, but you can also learn a lot from the living. These past years have been a difficult time for everyone, my father felt… disconnected from the rest of the gods. He only wishes to be kept up-to-date with any threats he might have to face in the future.”

Jason processed the request. 

Well, request. If a god was asking for it —and it appeared to be the case, for Aurum and Argentum had remained quiet so far—, then there was no room for debating. Pluto wanted an ambassador and he would have him, regardless of any reparation their camp might have about it.

Besides, having anybody who was in touch with the gods could come in handy. A few abnormalities had been noticed lately, regarding the dead, and who better than the god’s son to clear things up.

Jason wondered about Hazel, however. She seemed too silent, and not at all aware of anything her brother had said.

“So,” Jason leaned back into the table. “Hazel, you’ll be joining the legion. Nico, you’ll be… around the legion but not staying per se.”

“That’s about it, yeah,” Nico agreed. 

“But I—”

“It’s okay,” Nico interrupted his sister, “We’ll talk later. You can trust these people.”

“But can we trust you?” Reyna demanded, her voice accusing. 

“Have we shown any evidence of the contrary?” Nico wondered. “Other than the —what did you call it?— unconventional arrival.”

Jason thought things were becoming a bit too tense. In their defence, neither he nor Reyna had slept well for months. But that was no reason for which they should be about to get aggressive with a 12 year-old.

“None,” he assured the boy. “We’re interested in your proposal, Nico.” Turning to the girl he added: “Hazel, you’ll be wanting to get better acquainted with the place, since you’ll be staying.”

He walked past the siblings and poked his head out of the door.

Gwen was lying in a bench in the hallway, earphones on and listening to something in a walk-man that looked to be a million years old.

“Gwen?” He called.

She looked up and nodded.

Jason returned to the room and leaned back against the table, as he’d been doing before he left.

Gwen appeared a second later.

“Gwendolyn,” Jason smiled. “Would you be kind and give Hazel a tour of Camp Jupiter? Get her something from the bakery, too.” He then told Hazel: “You’ll love those pastries, they’re amazing.”

Hazel and Nico exchanged a last silent conversation. Jason wondered how they could understand each other so well with looks alone if they’d met only a week before.

“See you later,” Hazel said. 

Jason and Reyna nodded.

Gwen let her leave and stood waiting for the boy to follow.

“Nico we’ll keep for a bit longer, if that’s all right?” Jason stared at the kid.

“Of course,” he said. 

Once Gwen had left, Jason and Reyna took their seats in the high-backed chairs on the other side of the long wooden table.

“So, Ambassador of Pluto,” Reyna said. She gestured towards a folding chair, open on Nico’s side of the table. “There’s been rumours. They say monsters aren’t staying dead.”

Straight to the point. Jason loved that of Reyna, she didn’t have time for bullshit.

And Nico seemed to regard that as a good quality too. He took the chair, folded his arms on the table and nodded his head.

“It’s a long story,” he said. “And not even my father has all the details.”

That didn’t bode well.

“Tell us what you know,” Jason insisted. “Any information is better than no information.”

“There’s a sort of glitch in the Underworld’s security,” Nico told them. “The boundaries between life and death are weaker than they are meant to be.”

“Does that mean people aren’t staying dead?” Reyna asked.

Nico hesitated. “It’s not the same. People —spirits, anyway—, they’d need somebody else to get them out. In Asphodel they seldom remember who they are. In Elysium they’re too happy to care to come back. And in the Fields of Punishment they’re constantly monitored.”

“Right,” Jason said. “So it’s only Tartarus’ security that isn’t working… that’s not much better.”

“No, I don’t suppose it is,” Nico agreed. “But it’ll be much worse in weeks and months to come. When monsters start spreading the word. So far, it’s only been a few of them, and the Furies have the orders to search for any wayward creature that’s left the Underworld unauthorised. But even they have limits, if monsters or spirits start escaping in larger groups…”

“You said if somebody helps them,” Reyna commented. “They could escape. The spirits, I mean.”

She looked worried. Of course, they knew people who had passed who they wouldn’t be too happy to see again. Traitors from the war, old camp leaders who’d run down the place leaving them in the weak mess they were when Saturn came to power… but Jason wondered if her wariness came from something else. A ghost from her past she hadn’t disclosed even to him.

He forced his attention to come back to the conversation.

Nico raised an eyebrow. “And who would help them? The only mortals who can go in and out of the Underworld freely are Hazel and I. Anybody else and my father and step-mother would intersect immediately.”

Jason saw Reyna’s mistrustful expression. Neither she nor him knew the children of Pluto well at all. For all that Reyna’s dogs hadn’t caught them lying, it would be a stretch to say they were ready to trust the kids.

“And do you promise you won’t go bringing back our enemies from the Underworld?” She demanded. 

Nico di Angelo slouched back on the folding chair and looked at Reyna right in the eyes. “I promise I won’t bring any monster or demigod back to life.”

#nico di angelo #hazel levesque #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #gwen pjo #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion #embellished lies

[anonymousfiction211]

Will there be a conclusion to Loki’s Game? 🥺

A/N: Yes,, I'm so sorry for the extreme long wait. Things didn't go really well and I didn't write much anymore. For some reason this story blocked so much in my head. Somethign I hadn't experience before. It took a few times, but I was finally able to finish it. I hope you like it.

Loki's Game: 26 of 26

Getting there You took a deep breath. After Thor left, you made your choice rather quickly. Because not everybody would understand, you pretended to be in doubt. But you had a feeling that some of the team members knew that it was for their benefit. You were going to see him. You had to. The thought of not ever seeing him again, but knowing he is out there somewhere. On another planet, with no way to ever reach or speak to him. It made you uneasy. How could you ever have some kind of closure, if you would never see him again? At least, that was what you kept telling yourself. It was true, but it wasn't the whole truth.

You were going, because you had to know what part of his game was and what wasn't. That was what was eating you up inside for the last month. And after everything that had happened, and even though you had no reason to, you had a feeling that if you would have a calm conversation about it with him, he would answer truthfully. Plus, you were curious to why he would want to see you again. If it were all lies, and he just used you for sex, he surely could get some other Asgardian girl in his bed. Just one day, one conversation, and you could put it all behind you.

The time it took for Thor and you to walk towards the yard felt like forever. You were scolding yourself that you didn't prepare anything. You should have. There was no time now, and you were hoping that the words would come to you whenever you saw Loki. Thor gave you instruction to get through the Bifrost as comfortable as possible, and with a sudden flash you were off.

The first face that you saw, was a friendly one. Heimdall was standing on top of the small podium and smiled down at you.

‘Welcome to Asgard again, lady (Y/N)’ he greeted you.

‘I guess you saw me coming, didn't you?’ you smiled at him.

‘I did. You look well’ he said.

‘Thanks’ Thor cleared his throat, to indicate that he wanted you to move along with him. ‘Yes, sorry. I'll see you when I go home?’ you asked more than said goodbye to Heimdall.

‘I'm afraid I won't be here. Until next time’ he said.

Thor dragged you along, before you could explain to Heimdall that there wouldn’t be a next time. Thor got on a horse and helped you up behind him. The horse walked the rainbow bridge in a slow pace. Meanwhile you were busy looking around and asking Thor all sort of questions about Asgard and the things you saw. He seemed happy to answer those.

The two of you came to a halt in front of the palace. You felt the adrenaline rush through your veins, thinking back at all the memories. The bad ones, but also the good ones. And you were wondering in which mood Loki would be. Thor led you through the halls and nodded to the guards and servants that passed by. You recognized some of them from the time you spend here. But you kept your gaze straight forward and focused on following Thor. You recognized some parts of the castle, but a lot you didn’t recognize. That’s when you realized how truly confined you were during the time you lived here. Eventually, Thor stood still in front of a door, a guard stood next to it.

‘He is in there. I will leave the two of you alone for some privacy. There is a guard outside in the hall. If you want to go or need anything, let him now. I will check up on the two of you later’ he explained. When you told him that was all right, he left you in front of the large door.

Knowing the door would be too heavy for you to open it, you knocked. You were a bit startled when the door swung open, instead of someone opening it. Loki was standing on the opposite side of the room, his back towards you. He turned around to look at you. His soft gaze made your heart ache. But you pushed the feeling down. You were still a bit uneasy, standing in the doorway.

‘Sorry, force of habit’ Loki said a bit sheepishly. He motioned for you to come in. When you did, he made a hand gesture and the door closed behind you. He pinched the bridge of his noise and sighed heavily. ‘I didn’t mean.. please sit down’ he sat.

He walked towards a couch and sat down himself. Instead of sitting next to him, you decided to sit down on the couch opposite of him. He looked a little bit hurt at that, but you still didn’t know how you felt about the whole situation.

‘So, Thor told me the whole situation about your sister’ you began.

‘Not my sister’ Loki replied.

‘Sorry I didn’t mean…’

‘It’s complicated’ Loki answered. ‘I really wanted to talk to you, so I could explain my side of the story’ he said. You nodded and Loki began.

Apparently, Loki was still working for Thanos all along. Not that he really had a choice in the matter. He was ‘helping’ the Avengers locate the Tesseract, so he could steal it and give to Thanos. At least, that was what Thanos thought. With the Tesseract he could take over Asgard. In Asgard he would be safe and was able to protect not only himself, but the people as well. When Thanos set his sights on earth, Loki decided to help them. After you left Asgard, he stayed in his cell. Thor went to find their father. He asked Loki for his help to break the spell he held on to Odin. That’s when Odin died, and Hela was unleashed. He helped Thor defeat Hela, nearly destroying Asgard in the process. In exchange for his help, and the fact that when he rules Asgard it was actually doing well, he was confined to palace grounds. Slowly winning back his freedom.

‘That is quite a complicated story’ you said when he was done talking.

‘I don’t do simple’ Loki smirked.

‘So, while you were doing all that, why even take me? Wouldn’t that complicate things more?’

‘Truthfully, at first you were just a distraction, some fun’ he said.

You swallowed hard, that was not exactly what you wanted to hear. ‘I tried to fight it. I even treated you badly from time to time, trying to push you away. But I fell in love with you. When I had to leave for Asgard, I couldn’t leave you behind. I had to take you with me, had to keep you safe. And under the circumstances, I didn’t handle the whole thing right’

‘That wasn’t part of your game?’ you asked, not daring to believe him.

Loki moved to the edge of the couch, sitting as close as he could with the distance between the two of you. ‘I promise you, it was not. Remember the weekend together? That is me. But I couldn’t be that guy all the time, I had to survive’ he said.

‘You killed people’ you said, remembering the security tape.

‘I didn’t enjoy that. But it was a necessity’ he said. ‘People died during the battles too, people I send to war. I didn’t enjoy that, but it had to be done’ he added.

‘I- all right. Thanks for explaining’ you said as you got up from the couch. Loki shot up as well. You didn’t really know why you were standing up. You just felt like you heard everything you could handle at the moment.

‘WAIT!’ Loki said. You looked surprised at the urgent voice he used. ‘I ehm.. before you leave, I thought you may like to see the gardens’ he rambled.

You thought about it for a moment. And you wanted to see the flowers again, Asgardian flowers were different, and this would be the last chance you got. ‘I’d like that’ you smiled. He looked relieved and this time opened the door physically. You saw the guard looking strangely at him, when he saw that it was Loki who opened the door.

‘We are going to the gardens’ Loki informed the guard.

Loki and you walked side by side. The guard was following you. Loki had explained that it was one of the ‘safety measures’ that were taken while he was confined to palace grounds. But that you shouldn’t pay much attention to it.

Loki walked you through the garden, explaining the different flowers that were planted there. In between the two of you talked a little about how things were going at the moment and how you both occupied your days at the moment. Loki was helping Thor with the rule of Asgard. He had an advisory role, but Thor was almost agreeing with every advice. Loki had a few funny stories about Thor not agreeing with him, which bit him in the ass eventually a few times.

After some time, Thor came to fetch you.

‘Lady (Y/N), are you okay?’ he asked.

Loki rolled his eyes, you just smiled at Thor and told him you were all right.

‘I have to bring you back to Midgard’ Thor said.

‘Can we have a moment to say goodbye?’ you asked. Thor nodded and walked to the other side of the garden. He even motioned the guard to come with him.

‘I’m really glad I came and listened to your side of the story’ you said.

‘I don’t think I can apologize enough for all the horrible things I did to you’ Loki said.

‘It wasn’t all bad’ you blushed a little, remembering the good times.

‘It wasn’t all good either’ Loki shamefully admitted.

‘The cruellest thing, the one thing I can’t get over, is the fantasy’ you said. ‘Sometimes I still see the images before me. And it pains me that it’s fake’

Loki grabbed your hands and pulled them to his chest. ‘That may have been cruel. But it’s not a future that’s fake. It’s still a possible future that can happen. But I think seeing the circumstances, that choice is yours to make’ he said.

The two of you were standing quite close. His scent began to surround you, and it was intoxicating. In the moment you wanted nothing more than to forget everything and kiss him. But when you leaned in slightly, he pulled away and let go of your hands.

‘I really would like it if you would come visit me sometimes in the future. Maybe we can work through some things. Talk a little. But if you don’t want to, I understand. And I hope that I was able to offer you some closure’ he said. He did take one of your hands back and kissed the back of it.

‘I hope I will see you again. And if not, thanks for the wonderful time you gave me’ he said.

He escorted you towards Thor and took his leave with the guard. It broke your heart a little to watch him walk away. Thor dropped you back on earth and left immediately afterwards. He came to check in every week. To see how everyone was doing.

Five weeks had passed. In those five weeks you finally talked to your therapist about Loki and was able to work through some of the bad things that had happened between the two of you. The Bifrost opened on the grass, making Tony angrily grumble about the maintenance of it. Thor stayed for dinner and would leave afterwards. But before he did, he took you apart for a minute.

‘Lady (Y/N), I really don’t want to get involved in the whole situation between you and my brother. I just wanted to tell you that if you ever wish to see him, I will take you to Asgard anytime. And that you should know, since your visit Loki escorts me to and from the Bifrost every week. He comes up with a different excuse every week, but he really is going to see if you are coming back or not’

‘He really is?’ you asked.

‘Yes. I have to get going now, but I thought you should know. See you next week’

The whole week you thought about what Thor said and all the things Loki had told you. The next time Thor came to visit, you told him that you would like to go to Asgard before he left. You didn’t expect him to take you right away. You could stay as long as you liked, Thor would make sure you had a room if you wanted. You said goodbye to the rest of the team, not everyone understood, but you didn’t care.

After the whirlwind that was the Bifrost, you landed on your feet.

‘Nice to see you again, lady (Y/N)’ Heimdall greeted you with a smile on his face. That’s when you finally understood with what he meant, when he told you he would see you next time.

‘(Y/N)’ you heard Loki say a bit so happy. ‘What a surprise, I just was here because I needed Thor. An issue had come up and..’ he started.

You looked at him and he stopped talking. ‘I was hoping you might come back’ he finally said.

‘Well, I’m back’ you smiled at him.

‘If you want, I can take you on a tour trough the city, you always wanted to see I remember’

‘I think I would like to talk first a little about some things. But after that I would love a tour’ you answered.

‘Anything you want’ Loki smiled.

Loki and you had a lot to work through. But slowly the two of you were getting there. And you couldn’t be happier about it.

Story taglist: @rahne85 @mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes @not-your-bitch @justasecretwriter @marygoddessofmischief @blueemeraldeyes

#loki of asgard #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #loki god of lies #loki x y/n #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel x you #marvel x reader #loki fic #loki fluff #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu fanfic

[hauntedthief]

Once there were f o u r children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. 

(part 2 | insp.)

#hauntedthief #mohedit #narniaedit #narnianetwork #The Chronicles of Narnia #peterpevensieedit #susanpevensieedit #edmundpevensieedit #lucypevensieedit #g: uneasy lies the head #g: pevensie family #type: book #type: film #type: graphic #over 100

[sensesdialed-aa]

you opened a door that a k i d shouldn’t walk through

                                                                                 (ignorant trauma in one afternoon)

is it real?

#🕸 ❝ he is kind because he knows firsthand that life isn’t ❞ → musings #🕸 ❝ you got no fear of the underdog ❞ → music #🕸 ❝ uneasy lies the head that wears the crown ❞ → far from home #🕸 ❝ woke up on the wrong side of reality // i was young and a menace ❞ → post far from home #(apparently im real emo about peter tonight cause this came on in his playlist and i started cRYING A LITTLEJKDFG) #(ive yelled about it before but this...is...a ffh/post ffh mood g o D)

[zhongliologist]

In the Dark | Childe Smut

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT!! SMUT!! SMUT!!

Words: 1.9k

*WARNING!! THIS IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, IT IS UPON YOUR DISCRETION. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY* 

A/N: MERRY FCKN CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!!

It was never clean cut or anything.

Like shadows in the dim light, everything was vague and hazy—thinly veiled by smoke and meaningful lies. There was never an agreement, yet as soon as your eyes meet and fingers touch, such tumultuous desire could never be denied. Just like how the both of you play and reside underneath the shadows, you breathe deception and swallow bitter truths while honey and milk drip from your lips.

He, as a Fatui Harbinger, was an omen of chaos wherever he went. He craved anarchy and disorder; his blood curdling with excitement whenever cataclysm befell. You, on the other hand was a product of desperation; pushed further and further into the darkness until you wore it like a second skin. You were the eyes and the ears of anyone who paid you handsomely, knowing no loyalties except towards the golden coin.

Yet, in some arbitrary reason, the both of you knew instinctively what the other needed—thus no physical or verbal contract has been made; only consensual desire written on skin as lips touch with fervor.

And that is where you found yourself, dragged in a dingy room of a musty inn with deep dark blue eyes piercing through you with unbridled desire.

“N-Not here….” You whispered, as his lips left you in a moment of repose. “Childe!”

“But I want to fuck you right here, princess.”

He only chuckled darkly; your wrists pinned on the brick wall as he attacked your neck with a voracious appetite. Pressing his warm body against yours, you could easily feel your sobriety slipping away and replacing it with lust.

Yet if only it were that simple, the both of you would have never repeated this vicious cycle over and over again.

“That’s enough!”

In an impulse, you pushed him away; your nails leaving scratches on his neck like a decorated scar.

Your body was heaving with eyes crackling like thunder. The air between the two of you permeated densely; charging with heat and electricity despite the distance.

Childe could feel you preparing to strike, like a snake judging the right time to lunge at their prey. He knew that if he moved an inch, he’d be electrocuted in an instant. Yet it only made his eyes dilate and his blood rush faster.

“And here I thought I’ve had it easy,” he began; a smirk hanging from his lips. “Took you long enough, princess.”

You scoffed at him. “I’m not like you.”

At your words, he arched a brow.

“Oh?” He began circling around you, like a predator to a hapless prey. “You’re not like me…what a funny thing to say.”

Childe mused to himself, flicking his hand to toy with droplets of water between his fingers. You felt uneasy at his flippant tone, knowing full well that he was contemplating something, and usually it wasn’t to your favor.

“You, who would drag your fingers on my arm while nobody noticed. You, who would keep on denying me, but want me more than anyone. You, who keeps on saying we’re not the same? Wow.”

Completing a full revolution, he then stopped behind you. Even without seeing, you could feel him breathe behind your back; hearing the sound of water moving to the motion of his fingertips.

“Wha—!”

You tried to turn around yet the cold wet droplets slid up your neck, making you stand rigidly in place. You could feel water move against your warm skin; the contrast making you shiver—he wasn’t even touching you yet you were already at this state.

“Yet look at you now, princess. We barely started and you’re trembling…” his voice had a mocking playful lilt; both sexy and charismatic.

“Just say you want me.”

It was disgraceful.

Fueled by your wounded pride welling up in your chest, you jerked back and launched a series of electrical currents towards him. Childe easily dodged the first few, yet couldn’t avoid the rest. However, instead of jerking away like you expected, he dashed towards you; seizing your wrists and pining you back on the wall with a loud thud.

Even with your wind knocked out of you, you could feel electricity still coursing on your skin—continually emitting waves towards Childe who was stubbornly strong, despite being electrocuted.

“Aahhh….Princess…” he muttered, his lips trembling. “You really are something, aren’t you?”

Struggling to remove your wrists from his grasps, you grimaced at how he pushed even harder. In this game of push and pull, there is no clear victor. Yet victories aren’t the reason why you keep coming back. You knew there was something primal, something twisted running underneath your veins whenever Childe pins you against the wall like this; feral eyes blown wide.

“I never realized how much you’re in denial,” he grinned. “You’re not like me? Bullshit.”

Leaning close to you with lips mere inches from one another, Childe stared right at you with those ocean eyes, daring you to sink further into the abyss.

“We’re cut from the same cloth, Princess,” he purred, his knee pressing against your apex. “You like it when I fight back. You like it when I’m rough with you. You want me to fuck you hard and rough until you cry out in pain and pleasure. Am I right, Princess?”

At his words, you could only glare at him; not trusting to open your mouth when he was rubbing you at the right places.

“I trust your silence means yes,” Childe amused himself, his lips brushing against yours. “After all, people like us…we need to feel things quite intensely, don’t we? Mild, gentle, sweet…those things just don’t cut it anymore. You and I…we’re the same sort of crazy.”

His lips then crashed against yours ferociously, biting and nipping on your until they were swollen. Of course, you fought back. You bit on his lower lip until it bled, yet instead of pulling away, Childe on grinned and pried your mouth open with his tongue. You can taste his blood and the sheer lust he poured into the kiss. It was both intoxicating.

“You’re amazing, princess,” he purred to your ear, his knee grounding against your core as you rubbed yourself for some friction. “Ah, fuck. I’m so turned on.”

“C-Childe…!”

You tried to push him away one more time—or else this game would get boring, right? Yet he was prepared for it, catching your wrists and turned you around, effectively pushing you against the wall. You can feel his hard on pushing against your butt.

“Now, now. Be a good girl, princess. I’ll make you feel good in a sec.”

Releasing one of your hands, he relied on his weight to push you to the wall as he turned his attention to your already wet cunt. Pulling aside your garments, Childe’s fingers slid inside your underwear and began to rub your sensitive clit.

“W-wait…! Nmmhhn….!”

The sudden stimulation made you moan, closing your eyes as you felt your strength giving away at how much he was pleasuring you.

“Now, that’s what I wanna hear,” he whispered, sliding his tongue on your exposed shoulder. “Scream out my name next time, princess?”

With those words, he continued to make you feel good. Childe’s fingers brushed against your dripping wet slit, making it easy to circle around your nub. You could no longer keep your thoughts coherent; it felt so good that you couldn’t really think of anything else, much less stopping. The sound of his seductive humming kept you going, clouding your mind with a heady haze.

Eventually, he slipped two fingers inside of you. Long and agile, he could reach places you could never reach on your own. It didn’t help how he already knows which spots to send you over the edge. With just one push against your walls, your back arched, squealing in delight at how good it felt to be fingered by him.

“C-Childe….! Fuck…! P-Please…I—” you panted, turning your head towards him.

He smirked. “Oh? Is there anything you want, princess?”

You grimaced. You knew he wanted you to say it directly to him—to say how much you wanted to get fucked by his large cock which kept on rubbing against your ass. It would hurt your pride but—

He pushed his fingers against your sweet spot once more, interrupting your thoughts as you had to moan the pleasure he was giving you.

Pride, it doesn’t matter right now.

“C-childe….!! G-Goddamn it…mnnhmm…! F-fuck….me…please fuck m-me…nghh…! Hurry….!”

Smirking against the nape of your neck, Childe chuckled. “Well said, baby girl.”

With one of his hands, he pushed aside the rest of your clothing as he unzipped his pants. You could feel his hot and hard length gliding against your slit and coating it with your juices; the head of his cock brushing against your clit and making electrifying sensations throughout your body.

“S-stop…stop teasing me….aahhh—!C-Childe…! Childe…please…!”

“Here you go, princess!”

With one push, he slid his cock inside of you all the way to the hilt; making you keen against the wall. As soon as he was in, Childe began pounding against you as roughly and ruthlessly as he could. You could feel his length pushing all the way to the end, hitting all those wonderful spots which made you see stars.

“F-fuck princess…! You’re so fucking hot…!” he groaned to you ear as he nibbled on it, keeping his pace relentless as the grip of his hands to your waist.

He was already so addicted to this pleasure—of dominating you, of winning against you who kept him on his toes. He wanted you so much that if possible, he’d keep you as his. And of course, you were already his, as much as you had already ensnared him to be yours. It was toxic and definitely dangerous—but that’s where the thrill comes from.

“Mine,” he growled against your skin, filling every possible space on your shoulder with his marks. “You’re mine, princess…”

“A-ahh…! Ohhh! Childe…fuck…yes!! H-harder!”

He kept on pounding into you, his hand wandering to your breasts as he fondled them. You could feel him so intensely now, his hard cock rubbing your walls as he kept on stimulating your clit. Any moment now, you’d be sent to the edge.

“H-hey…can I come inside…?” he whispered on your lips, giving you small kisses here and there.

With half-lidded eyes, you caught his lips once more, giving him one long drawn kiss before replying. “It’s…fine…nghh! Fill me with your cum….!”

Definitely satisfied with your answered, Childe then pinched your clit without warning, surging pleasure throughout your whole body. You could feel your fingers and limbs tremble at how intense he was pounding into you; your head resting on his shoulders as Childe fucked you from behind.

“O-oh god—! C-childe!”

With one sharp thrust, you were pushed off the edge—coming so intensely as if you could faint from ecstasy. Your walls clamped hard on him, making him groan your name over and over again. A few erratic thrusts after, Childe finally came inside you as he bit your shoulder, filling you with his seed; the warmth spreading all over your lower half.

Falling down from both your highs, Childe began to lick the wound he had made on your skin. For some reason, he liked the taste of blood, more so yours.

“C-Childe…” you muttered, once again turned on even after you had just orgasmed.

He smirked. He knew right away what you wanted, and pushed his half-hard dick still inside you.

“You know princess, I think we’re really made for each other.”

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #childe smut #genshin impact x reader #nsfvv #i never thought i'd see the day i'll write childe smut

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Stray Kids reaction to public sex ~

Warnings: SMUT! fem!reader x skz, teasing, public sex, fingering, degredation, nicknames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, (consensual) somnophilia, blowjob, explicit language, explicit sexual content

Requested: yeeeyeee thank u anon~

Note: NOW HEAR ME OUT,,, not all of these are PUBLIC. some are like... semi-public or a place which chance of getting caught SO yeah..

also covid got me forgetting how airplanes look AHSHAHA also some of these scenarios are shorter than others so pweasie forgive me :((

(Gif does not belong to me)

Bangchan

The movie theater was dark and half empty. Blue light emitted from the big screen onto Bangchan’s angelic face as you rubbed your thighs together in desperation. You didn’t want to interrupt the cute boy, him being totally immersed in the movie and not noticing you shifting in your seat. Suddenly you felt his big hand land on your exposed thigh to which you whimpered, catching him off guard. He turned around with a questionable expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. 

You grabbed the wrist of his hand and guided it under your skirt. He furrowed his brows at your action but as soon as he felt your clothed dripping cunt he smirked a devilish grin, his gaze turning evil. Pushing the fabric aside he grazed your wet folds, forcing you to muffle a moan by biting your finger. 

“What if I finger you right here?”

Minho

You tried to hold on to anything but the wall of the dressing room was completly bare, only a mirror that displayed you getting pounded from behind by Minho. The cocky boy could see your roseate cheeks and pained expression which only made him hornier, if that’s even possible. His grip on your hip would certainly leave marks and so would the wall, your cheek pressed up against it. Minho hissed as he neared his release, slamming your body against his hips and down his veiny length. The whines erupted after his hand snaked around and started circling your swollen bud. In a raspy voice, he whispered out loud enough for only you to hear.

“Shut up, slut” 

Changbin

The ride was bumpy, especially with 7 rowdy boys in the front of the van. Evening summer road trips with the boys occurred often but what didn’t was Changbin fingering you in the back of the van. The open window let in a cool breeze in the stuffy van, giving you opportunity to breathe before Changbin’s fingers curled up inside you. You looked at him with a glint in your eyes and nodded carefully when he looked at you, asking for premission to go harder with just his brown orbs. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from moaning out loud for all the boys to hear which Changbin enjoyed. He enjoyed seeing your pained expression and your desperate attempts to hold back from slamming him against the seat and riding him. His fingers entered and reentered your sopping cunt at a pace fast enough to make the other boys wonder about your broken noises.

“y/n, you good?” Felix said while playing on his switch, not letting his eyes off the screen. 

“She’s good, right y/n?” he smirked at you as he grazed your g-spot. 

Hyunjin

The sign for seatbelts was lit in red on the display above your head. What didn’t help the situation was how Hyunjin’s hand traced on your thigh, making you shiver everytime he came close to the place you wanted him the most. You were looking out on the clouded landscape outside the cirular window of the airplane, trying to distract any lewd thoughts but you were simply to weak from Hyunjin’s touch. 

“Help me out y-y/n” he said, grabbing your hand and putting in on his hard-on.

Your eyes widened as you looked around suspiciously in the cramped plane before looking at Hyunjin with unease. He smiled at your reaction before he put his hand over yours, rubbing himself against your palm. 

“Please..?”. How could you say no to those eyes? Hell, you were getting turned on from seeing him so desperate for you in a public space, his whimpers being loud for anyone to hear. 

“Meet me in the lavatory in 5, ok?” you tilted your head as you stood up, removing your hand from his erection. He nodded and smiled. 

Jisung

“Jisung, not now” you whispered, leaning towards his ear. 

He smirked with arrogance filling his dark brown eyes as he continuted to rub your inner thigh, not giving a shit about who saw. It wasn’t until his fingers lightly grazed your soaked clothed cunt that you let out a small whimper. You thought nobody heard but oh were you wrong. 

“y/n, are you ok?” Chan asked as he was eating, looking at the other boys around the table before his gaze lingered on you and Jisung. 

“I’m fine, the foods just spicy” you lied to his face as you coughed. 

The other boys shrugged it off, continuing to laugh and make fun of each other as they ate and watched some bad reality show. They were busy but so were you, busy trying to hold back from moaning everytime Jisung’s fingers entered you making your pussy squelch as your juices covered his long digits. You were grabbing onto the chair as hard as you could, biting the inside of your cheek as you watched Jisung’s devilish grin with despise. 

“Just wait until the boys leave” you groaned at him to which he sneered. 

Felix

“Make this shit quick Felix, we have 10 minutes before anyone notices” you said hurriedly as you pull down your jeans and panties in one swift motion. The cubicle of the college bathroom was confined but both you and Felix managed to make it here, sneaking away from your lectures like two teenage delinquents. You look at Felix impatiently as he unbuckles his belt, the sound associated with anticipation. His erection sprung free from his boxers, the crimson tip hitting his abdomen. You froze as you admired how the veins ran up his length, how his small hand wrapped around the shaft and pumped the erection a couple of times.

“Can you stop staring and fucking bend over?” he growls at you, his aggression being more prominent the more he’s turned on. You obey his command as you placed your hand on tank of the toilet, the cold surface contradicting with your burning, dripping cunt. 

The tip teases your entrance making you whine out slightly before biting your lip, scared that anyone might walk in at any second. Two fists were formed with your hands as Felix slips into your wet pussy, you legs felt uneasy as you barely managed to hold yourself stable on the toilet floor as Felix thrusted into you quick. 

“F-fuck...Felix s-slow down” you stammered, a hot flash running through your entire body. 

“Shut up, you told me to hurry” he spat out as he grabbed your hair, twisting it around his firm grip as you jerked towards the toilet everytime he thrusted into you. 

Seungmin

You entered the hotel room with Seungmin following behind you. The whole wall infront of the bed was made of wide glass panes which made you squeal in excitement, seeing the whole city bustle beneath you. 

“Look, baby! You can see the farris wheel from here!” you spoke as you put down your luggage on your way to the window, standing infront of it and seeing how high up you really were. 

“This should be fun” he said cockily behind you, his smirking expression reflecting on the glass. 

“Yeah, I mean it’s so cool? Minnie, you are the best! Thank y-” You were cut off by Seungmin placing his big hand on your ass before pushing you against the glass, your cheek squishing against the frigid window as hit hot breath foged it up slightly.

“How fun wouldn’t it be if I fucked you here so that everyone can see?” he smiled at the end of his sentence making you gulp. A wet patch formed in your panties as your core ignited from his obscene statement. 

“Anyone can look up at any moment and see who you belong to, babygirl”. You nodded frantically as the sound of his belt buckle echoed in the hotel room. 

Jeongin

“hng...y-y/n” he stuttered in his sleep, his hand loosly grabbing your head that was underneath the covers, bobbing on his member. You reached up to cover his mouth with your hand, not wanting to wake up the other boys that were sleeping peacefully in the same room. His muffled moans made you clenched  around yourself, wanting nothing more than to wake him and be stuffed by his immense girth. 

“y-y/n what are you doing” he peeked under the blanket to see you swirling your tongue around his red sensitive tip. He smiled but was shortly cut off by his own moan as you licked long stripes up his length. A loud pop erupted as you pulled away from his erect dick, a line of saliva seperating your lips from him. Jeongin crawled under the blanket and hugged you tightly.

“You have to be quiet, ok baby?” he said with big innocent puppy eyes before you nodded and a blush dusted across your features. 

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[genshin-obsessed]

My (f/n) | Zhongli x Reader

Hello! This was originally a collab idea from a friend between like 5 people. The friend who suggested the collab pulled out and idk about others lmao so it might just be me. BUT I COMMITED AND DELIVERED SO! Cuz I’m responsible and amazing💖 anyway. It’s a reincarnation AU! Banner made by 🎭 anon! Thanks to @squeaky-ducky and @solies-scripts for helping me edit this💖

Extra sidenotes: Your previous self’s vision is pyro but you can choose whatever for the reincarnated version even tho it’s not mentioned. Also, Yehara and Lilith are my OCs (yes... more)

Length: 2.1k Summary: Zhongli loves and cherishes you above all else. One day, you’re snatched away from him and the world turns black for him. Yet somehow, a thousand years later, he sees you again.

The bright sun beamed down at the land below, illuminating everything in a golden glow. Zhongli stepped out into the light and closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

Days like these were beautiful but they became a blessing all thanks to one person. A smile graced Zhongli’s beautiful features at the thought of them. His hand found its way onto his chest and he felt it steadily beat. He felt an overwhelming sense of serenity and it was all thanks to this person. You.

You, yourself, were a blessing in this archon’s life. He never thought he would ever feel like this. That he would ever feel love. What was love to archons? They usually loved the lands they resided over. The original archons held love for humanity and guided them.

For Zhongli, love was something of a general term. He loved the sun, the lands… today. But his love for you was something he couldn’t describe. Something the man of wondrous knowledge couldn’t understand.

Zhongli came to realize that love wasn’t something that could be easily explained nor did it need to be. Love gave him overwhelming happiness, so why bother trying to understand every aspect of such a beautiful idea.

The Geo archon walked through the city of Liyue and although he felt great joy, there was also a certain uneasiness. He paused and touched his chest once more as the anxiety grew.

Ultimately, the man ignored it, unable to find the root cause of such dread. He instead opted to find you, so you could settle his nerves a little.

***

“Zhongli!” You beamed once you saw him. He chuckled as you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his slim figure.

“You’re rather excited today,” he commented as he hugged back, “what brought on such elation?”

“Hmm, a very pretty man.” You said, cheekily. There it was, that smile of yours washed away any and all discomfort he felt.

“Oh, is that so? I’m quite jealous.”

“I wouldn’t be.” Zhongli chuckled once more as you leaned in and gave him a kiss. The sensation of your soft lips remained on his even after you’d pulled away. “What brings you here today?”

“I was thinking we could spend some time together. We could go for a walk, maybe set up a picnic since that’s what you wanted to do last time.”

“Really!? You’ll go on a picnic with me?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Your radiant smile was contagious as he found himself smiling in return.

“I’ll set it up!! It can be a late night picnic or- oh! Oh! Let’s watch the sunset! Then we can have our picnic. I’ll set up candles!” Your enthusiasm was always something Zhongli loved. It benefited him more than he could admit.

“Alright then. Where?”

“Our spot!” Zhongli teasingly tilted his head making you pout.

“What spot? I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Yes you do! Come on, Zhongli!” Zhongli leaned in and pecked your pouty lips before nodding.

“I do. Then I’ll meet you there?” You nodded with a bright smile.

“Yes! Exactly! I’ll have everything set up and I want it to be a surprise.”

Zhongli spent a little more time with you before he left, since you needed to prepare for the date. Only a few minutes after he’d left you, the anxiety returned. He touched his chest once more with furrowed brows. What was this?

***

You smiled as you started to place the items down onto the blanket. You’d been planning this picnic for weeks now and you finally had the chance to do it.

You set the cushions and small table you had brought, placing the candles and wine bottle. The food would remain in the basket to keep it safe from bugs since you had to wait quite a while. Hopefully your pyro vision was enough to keep it warm.

“Hello, are you (y/f/n)?” A soft voice called from behind. You turned around and saw a shy, but beautiful woman with long pink hair. The clothes she wore indicated she clearly wasn’t from here. She fidgeted with her hand, showing she was nervous.

“Um… who’s asking?”

“Ah, sorry! My name is Lilith but you can call me Lily. I was told you knew where I could find a um… Mr. Zhongli?”

Zhongli? Why was she looking for him? Finding her safe enough, you opted to direct her to your boyfriend rather than giving information about yourself.

“Oh, yes I do! He’s back in Liyue but you’ll find him at Wangshen Funeral Parlor.”

“Thank you so much!” But she didn’t leave. A giggle escaped her lips and she met your eyes, giving you a dreadful feeling.

“Y-yes?”

“So he’s not here with you… good.” In the blink of an eye, Lilith was in front of you. She threw you back causing you to fly into a tree. You let out a scream as your weakened body hit the ground. Pain shot through you and you weakly looked up at her.

“Wh-why…”

“Pitiful. You’d think he’d choose someone of his caliber but no. He chose someone weak and pathetic like you. Your pyro vision was wasted on you.” Woah, where did her soft voice and shy demeanor go?

“Zh-Zhongli…” you called out as Lilith picked you up and slammed you into the tree once more.

“Call him all you want. But he won’t get here in time.” Lilith repeatedly slammed you into the tree before a sickening crack was heard.

A weak whimper escaped your bloodied lips as the light faded from your eyes.

“H-help m-me… Zh… Zhong… li…” Lilith caught your limp body and picked you up. A wicked smile played on her lips as she walked to her destination.

***

It had happened all so suddenly. Zhongli was meeting an acquaintance to talk about his work at the funeral parlor when he felt a sharp, intense pain in his chest and back. He just knew.

He threw everything away, apologizing to his friend and practically sprinting to where you two were supposed to meet. There he was met with a grim sight.

The picnic had been set up almost completely, but the large tree behind it was covered in blood. The Geo Archon knew exactly who it belonged to. He finally noticed the letter sitting on the table.

Once he read it, he ran to the nearest Statue of the Seven in hopes of finding you and whoever took you. But it was too late. When he finally reached the statue, his heart shattered.

Your body was on top of the statue, laying across the lap of the stone man. Blood trailed down your arm that hung over the edge and dripped from your finger. Your lifeless eyes stared into nothingness, the final sign of your death.

A large pillar solidified in front of him and he quickly climbed up to get to you. Zhongli’s shaky hand slowly and hesitantly touched yours. Cold. You were so cold. Where was your usual warmth? Where was that dazzling smile that often chased away his sorrows? Where was the light in your eyes? Where was the joy you brought him?

“M-my… (f/n)...” he murmured in a sorrowful tone, “what’s… no. No, this isn’t happening.” He pulled you down and into his arms, wincing at how lifeless you were.

You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t have left him. He jumped down to the ground with you tightly in his arms. His eyes stung and his vision started to get blurry. Crying? An archon, crying? The tears slowly slid down his pale cheeks. His voice cracked when he spoke up.

“Wake up, my love. Please wake up.” He begged looking down at you. The blood trickled down your mouth, a clear sign you’d been killed recently. Within the hour, actually. “P-please blink… please wake up. Please come back to m-me. I just… I can’t do this without you. I…” what could he say? What could he do?

Zhongli had failed. He’d failed to keep you safe and alive. He’d vowed to always protect you and he vowed to never let you get hurt.

The tears spilled down his cheeks and the pain in his heart grew. He took your face in his free hand and took a good look at his consequence. At his failure.

“Tell m-me this is just s-some cruel joke, w-wake up and tell me this isn’t real. I-it’s just a n-nightmare, right? Right?” Zhongli held you tightly with his head pressed against your chest. Nothing. He heard nothing.

You never blinked, you never looked up at him with that adorable giggle, and you never exclaimed it was a joke.

You really were gone.

***

How many years ago was that now? Almost a thousand? Zhongli had never gotten over your death and how could he? His first and only lover had been ripped away from him and he still hadn’t found the murderer.

There had been a significant change in Zhongli since then. He was much more reserved and defensive but he was also very protective of anyone he came to call a friend. Ever since losing you, he found it hard to love and care for people the same way.

There was a constant emptiness, a loneliness that never left. No matter how many friends surrounded him, he always felt empty. Food and drinks were tasteless and the world lacked color. No smile matched yours, no warmth matched yours, and he never found a pair of dazzling eyes such as yours. And he was sure he’d never see them again… or so he thought.

“Zhongli! Are you coming?” Yehara asked, making the man look toward her.

“Oh, sure. Let’s go.” Zhongli had met Yehara a few years ago and had helped her during a commission. She hadn’t been doing so well and he’d practically saved her. Ever since then, she stuck to him like glue. Although he wasn’t terribly fond of her from the beginning, he grew to like her. Once they were close enough, Zhongli finally opened up about you and your death.

Yehara swore she’d help solve the murder and wouldn’t rest until he knew. Zhongli had grown much closer to her than he anticipated. The relationship gave him complicated feelings, ones he didn't want to even deal with.

At first, he wondered if he had feelings for Yehara or else why did he feel so comfortable with her? Why did he feel so safe? Why did he often find himself seeking her out when he felt alone? He was scared because you were long gone but for him it was just yesterday. Zhongli didn't want to move on, no matter how healthy it was. He only wanted you, nobody else. Not Yehara, not another archon, no one but you.

There were many things he felt with you that he didn’t with Yehara. Her smile didn’t light up his world, her laughter didn’t echo in his ears, her hugs didn’t leave him tingling, and her words never stayed with him for more than a minute.

There were many nights he spent thinking about himself and Yehara. Was he in love with her? It took some time, but he eventually came to the conclusion that didn’t. He hoped she didn’t either.

“Zhongli! Stop dozing off!” Yehara said, making him look down. He chuckled and patted her head, before looking away.

“Sorry, sorry. It won’t happen ag-” Zhongli stopped abruptly, his golden-orange eyes widened. No…

“Oh come on Zhongli, you just said this wouldn’t happen again.” Yehara huffed and followed his gaze. He was looking into a group of people but after a few moments, her red eyes widened as well.

A person, looking EXACTLY like you was smelling some flowers at a stall. You smiled and Zhongli’s heart sped up immediately.

“It’s them… that’s my (f/n)... I know it.” The archon whispered.

“That can’t be… I thought…” Yehara looked at Zhongli only to look back at you. The duo watched as you nodded and purchased the flowers and turned towards them. When your eyes landed on them you froze, almost as if you’d seen a ghost.

“They saw us.” Yehara gasped, bringing Zhongli out of his trance. You did. You were looking directly at him with the same look of shock. Without wasting any more time, you ran towards him and stopped right in front of them. Zhongli’s heart was beating out of his chest and he clenched his hands. Why were you looking at him like that?

“You’re… Zhongli, right? I’m (y/f/n)... I know you from my dreams.”

“Dreams?” Yehara asked and you nodded, giving her a soft smile. You were more beautiful than Zhongli had described. She could see why he was so infatuated.

“I began dreaming about you when I turned 20.” That was an odd coincidence, since you were 20 when he first asked you to be his.

“You… know me?”

“I do. I only know things from dreams and as dreams not memories… but since you’re here in front of me, there has to be some truth to them. So will you tell me more?” A smile of relief appeared on his lips and he nodded.

“Of course, anything for you… my (f/n).”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #reincarnation au

[mymommykinkismywholepersonality]

Sub! Yandere punishing his love

<Please take note I've never had interest in writing I just had this idea so I apologize if it sucks 😔😂>

Warning!!! Rape! And reader beats the yandere! Please don't read if those subjects make you uncomfortable <3

You could do whatever you wanted to him.

Yell at him.

Call him names.

Slap him, choke him, ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ until his skin had changed from a neutral tan to blue and purple. He would take it like a good boy should. I mean he knew the adjustment was hard on you and its not like he would delude himself into thinking he was worthy of you. Maybe that's why it ended up this way, because you seemed untouchable to him. But he needed you, so so ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ . He couldn't bare being without you.

"Y/n-"

"Don't call me that you waste of space" you growled, interrupting his plea.

"Right, Mistress. You can't keep doing this, I know you don't want to be here but I promise I can be a good servant! I can take care of you and please you, let me prove it!"

Getting on his knees he kissed the ground where you had stood not a moment before, never making eye contact per your instructions.

"I don't want you, I don't need you, and I sure as hell know a psychotic shit like you could never please me! I'll escape and when I do, you'll finally get your wish of being handcuffed but it won't be by me!"

Enunciating every word by grabbing his leash and yanking on it hoping it'd choke him out. But you didn't bother this time, knowing the crazy man before you adored any markings caused by you. The room was silent, even if it was underground with walls of concrete usually your captor would be crying by this time. You'd attempted to escape before and you had almost achieved your goal this time, it struck paralyzing fear into him. He didn't want to but he knew he had to come up with a consequence for you. Something to discourage you from running away.

You watched with uneasiness as his brown eyes squinted in concentration. Even though he had never laid a hand on you before, other than abducting you and dragging you back into captivity, you didn't trust him, obviously. Maybe he'd finally snapped and would kill you, the thought made your heart fill with a twisted hope of freedom. Without a word he crawled to the door and left you without his usual lecture so you lied on your bed and screamed into your pillow wishing the nightmare would end. Little did you know, it was just the beginning.

A few hours after he didn't bring you dinner, thinking he was trying to punish you, you fell asleep. To escape from your unfortunate predicament or to gain strength for your next escape strategy you didn't know. But when you woke up, you noticed the time on the clock was far earlier than when your internal alarm would usually wake you. You tried to sit up to see what had woken you up, well you knew what but you wanted to know why, only to find your hands chained to the bed by heavily padded cuffs. Anger coursed through your body until you realized your legs were chained and spread as well. That anger turned into fear at what he might be planning. In the beginning he usually kept your arms shackled in some form or another but never your legs.

"Oh Mistress! You're awake!" Snapping your head in the direction of his voice your face flushed with embarrassment then paled from the sight before you. He was just standing there. Cock in hand as he secured a ring around the base, preventing it from getting any harder than it already was. You felt like there was a boulder on top of you. Then pure rage took over.

"Don't you dare even think about putting that disgusting thing inside me!" You screamed at him, only to be met with a laugh infuriating and confusing you more.

"I would never do such a thing Mistress! Not unless you commanded me to of course. I know you may be mad right now but I'm gonna prove myself ok? I'm gonna make you feel so good, I'll be useful to you I swear! So just relax. Let me please you the way you deserve."

Sliding on the end of the bed your heart sped up when he brought out a knife.

"W-what are you doing?!" Instead of answering you he simply put his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion, carefully cutting off your pants. When you realized what he was going for you started shaking wildly in a desperate attempt to free yourself.

"No! Stop! You can't!" Your cries fell on deaf ears as he focused on removing your underwear without cutting you in the process.

His moment of triumph was your moment of doom. Without wasting any time he brought his face in between your legs. Experimentally he pushed his tongue in between your folds, vibrating your core with a moan. He knew the only satisfaction he should be getting was from bringing you pleasure but he found it impossible not to enjoy himself. On one hand he knew he was disobeying you and the guilt was eating at him, but you tasted better than anything he could recall! And he needed to show you he was capable. With that in mind he pointed his tongue to go further inside you and inhaled your scent.

You were making many different noises, some gasps for air, pleas for him to stop, until he angled his face just right. When his nose rubbed on a small bead at the top of your pussy, the noise you made was undeniably angelic to him. Knowing the treasure he'd found he brought his mouth up as he gave a gentle suck to the pearl.

"N-not there! Please!" at this point your fear had overcome your anger. You had screwed your eyes shut until you felt his warm mouth leave your clit, finding him crawling up to you. As he hovered over you, your anger returned but you couldn't stop the frustrated tears.

"You're so beautiful when you cry."

He stated lovingly, leaning down he starts to lick the tears off your cheeks, muttering something about not letting them got waste.

"Please stop, you've proven yourself, you're useful whatever! You don't have to let me go please just stop." You struggled to hold eye contact, his gaze being so intense.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I love you so much" you felt a moment of relief as he peppered your face with gentle kisses until he started to speak in between them "But I won't stop. Not until I make you cum."

More sobs racked through your body meanwhile he positioned his face near your heat again. This time he was relentless, licking and sucking on your most sensitive nerve, simultaneously scissoring you open with his slender fingers. You jolted when he found your g-spot, giving him all the instructions he needed. Eventually after what felt like years to you but seconds to him, your thighs spasmed. Quickly he replaced his fingers with an open mouth, tongue lolled out expectantly for your orgasm. He gently rubbed your clit until your legs had stopped shaking.

"S-stop! You said you'd stop! I did it! I came!" Babbling out your exhausted protests you could barely hear his response, still nestled in your opening.

"Can't waste! Gotta clean it all up, gonna clean Mistress up!"

Another ten minutes passed until he felt confident none of your pleasure juice had gone to waste he finally pulled away. Soon he unlocked you and braced himself, expecting you to hit him but to his dismay you just curled yourself in the corner of the bed.

"I'll replace your clothing Mistress, I'll even let you pick them out! Whatever you like is yours." He said kneeling at your side, smiling as though he'd won the lottery and hadn't just defiled you.

It took a good moment before you could speak and even then it wasn't audible to him who was barely a foot away.

"What Mistress?" he asked, eager to follow your command once again.

Without warning you began screaming at him, "Get out! Get out! Get out!" You started swinging at his face and when he fell back you tried to get off the bed to continue your attack but failed miserably still being sore. Only then did his expression change from lust to worry. Quickly he dove to your side and tried to help you up only for you to push him with all your might away.

"Mistress don't strain yourself, let me help!"

Struggling onto the bed you continued to shout at him until he started to leave. Hand on the knob, he turned to look at you but you were already boring holes into his head.

"I left dinner on your desk, please make sure to eat Mistress."

And with that he was gone, but you knew he'd be back. Eventually you regained the strength back into your legs and walked over to the desk littered with crayons. You quickly bunched up the note he always left on your meals and discarded it. Sitting, contemplating whether or not you should eat, when your stomach decided to speak up for you. You'd missed lunch due to your "break out" but at the same time you knew how genuinely distressed he'd get when you refused to eat. After mulling it over, you decided to listen to your body. After all, you were the only one you could rely on. Opening up the container you found your favorite meal. As you ate you wondered if this was his sick form of apologizing but it didn't matter. You couldn't give up.

<I don't know if this is good so feel free to leave a comment or whatever! 😬💞>

#yandere imagines #sub character #dom!reader #yandere prompts #yandere

[babiesdreams]

Can you do something with yuta and virgin inexperienced reader who is a couple years younger than him? With lots of details please 😏Thank you 😘

My first and last +18 Nakamoto Yuta

Warnings: It’s looong, but it’s gold. Virgin reader, oral (r and g)

The hotel room felt so cold suddenly. It wasn’t what you expected at all. You were determined to finally lose your virginity, and this tinder guy seemed nice and all. But why wasn’t he talking? Why was he so silent? His eyes were studying your body like it was the most interesting piece of art in a museum.

There’s a slight shine inside his eyes that makes your brain wander around, thinking on the situation maybe more than needed. But his gaze is just so... It’s like he saw you after a long time waiting. Like he just reencountered with the love of his life.

You light up a cigarette, trying to light up the mood a little bit. Your fingers travel all the way to your lips, placing the lighten cigarette on your red lips. You feel the smoke entering your lungs through your throat. Slowly filling you in with a relaxing sensation, calming your thoughts a little. Your feet walk towards the bedroom’s window. 

You let the air out through your nose and mouth, slowly intoxicating the fresh air in front of your face. Your back is all Yuta can see now, making him anxious as to what your expression was at the moment. “I never imagined you would be so shy in person” You say before taking the cigarette back to your lips. Footsteps can be heard coming your way.

The feel of Yuta’s fingers around your cigarette makes you turn around, watching how his long fingers throw the cigarette out the window. “You’re too young to smoke” He whispers, before sitting down on the bed, again contemplating your body, studying every inch of it. 

“Stop doing that” You say looking down, unable to keep the eye contact. He chuckles at your reaction. “You know” He starts saying with a serious tone, letting his body fall onto the soft mattress. “I’m not shy. I just... I can’t believe how beautiful you look in person” 

You chuckle ironically. “Do you say that to every girl?” He sits back up. “There will be no other girl” His serious and low tone gets you even more nervous than before. “W-what do you mean?” You ask him, as serious as you possibly can, though keeping your thoughts in place becomes such a difficult task suddenly. 

“I mean” His figure stands up, in front of you, not allowing your eyes to look away from his facial features, that reflect the light through the tiny drops of sweat visible in his forehead as he walks towards you. His fingertips caress your cheek softly, driving you to places you’ve never been before. “After today, I’m not letting you go” He whispers placing a kiss on your forehead.

His words make you feel uneasy, not really knowing if it’s cute or words a psycho would say. But you somehow feel like he’s right. Like his words hold such a true and deep feeling. His fingertips brush your body, following the lines of your curves.

You panic for a second, at the sudden move that takes you out of guard. Your hands push him away fastly, making his soft expression turn into a confused one. He looks down for a second, questioning his actions and trying to calm down to make the situation less awkward. 

“It’s fine if you’re not ready” He says slowly, trying to comfort you. His body lays down in the bed again, his weight makes the bedsheets shake, as his figure gets marked onto the soft fabric. His hair bounces as he falls against the mattress. The view is pretty enough to be called a masterpiece.

“I’m ready” You say angrily, while your hands start pulling your clothes off. The boy sighs, turning around so that his body is supported on his forearms. His head turns to look in your direction, analyzing your rushed movements. “Do you know the 20 minutes rule?” He asks, lettng himself fall back down.

You shake your head, and even if he’s unable to see you, he understands your answer. “You need to wait twenty minutes from the moment you get an idea ‘till the moment you do it, to make sure you’re completely fine with it. So... give yourself twenty minutes from now” His voice sounds so calmed and relaxed, that those feelings get to you as well, letting your anxious self disappear.

“I have already thought about this, all these days, all my life. I’m just so tired of being the only virgin friend. I’m not a baby you know? I know how to make decisions” You scream angrily before getting on top of his lying body, placing your knees on both sides of his waist. 

His hands grab your arms, while his body turns, placing its weight against your body and switching positions with you. “Are you sure?” He asks teasingly and you nod, still convinced about it, but when his tongue licks your neck, your cheeks blush like crazy, leaving you with a weird sensation inside. 

He gets off of you chuckling. “Let’s do something else” He says calmly. You follow his steps with your eyes, wondering just what he was thinking about. He gets some poker cards out of his jeans’ pocket. 

“So I’ll take a card and you take another one, we both put it on the bed at the same time and the highest wins. The winner asks the loser whether they prefer truth or dare” He explains mixing the cards and spreading him on the bed. You look at him with a judging look. “So it’s just truth or dare” You say teasingly. 

He rolls his eyes back into his head and stays with that expression for a while, hinting you on how done he was. “Okay, okay, let’s play” You say, making his expression come back to normal. You pick up a card and he repeats right after, sitting down next to your lying body.

You both show your cards, revealing how Yuta’s card was higher than yours. “Truth or dare?” He quickly asks. You hum for a while, thinking hard about what you should answer. “Dare” You say unsure and he giggles. His hands grab your top, that was lying on the groud. 

“Put this on” He says without looking. Your expression gets angrier at his words. “You’re supposed to undress me” You protest but he doesn’t listen to your words “We had an agreement. Only five minutes have passed, so put on your clothes, you’re gonna get cold” His voice sounds so good that you cannot protest his explanation.

You get your clothes back on and pick another card you both flip them up and again, they reveal Yuta’s win. “Truth or dare?” He asks again. “Truth” You say furrowing your brows.

“Why are you so obsessed with losing your virginity?” His question makes yourhead hurts “Dare” You try to change it, but the boy seems to be prepared for your attack. “I dare you to tell me why you are so obs-” 

“Okay, fine I’ll tell you” You stop him from repeating every word. “Look, people just put a lot of pressure with this stuff okay? If you are my age, and you are still a virgin, everyone makes fun of you” You explain slowly.

“So it’s because of social pressure?” He asks. “No, I also want to lose it” You reply angrily. “Do you?” His eyes get fixed in yours, reading you like an open book as your mouth opens up again, to keep speaking.

“Yes, Okay? Stop treating me like a child. You’re just five years older than me” You say slightly pissed off at his parental like words. “I just wanna make sure you want it. That’s not something you say to a child, is quite mature actually” He replies, also angrily before he picks up another card.

You repeat the whole card thing, and this time your card is higher than this. “Truth or dare?” You ask him. “Dare” He spits out fastly. A smirk appears in your face.

“Kiss me” You say like it’s something so hard to do. He rolls his eyes again, for a second and gets closer to your lips. His soft and plump lips caress yours softly. His hand holds your cheek while his tongue enters inside your mouth, playing along with yours.

The kiss stops your mind from thinking, leaving it empty. A couple of minutes pass, and your lips are still connected, moving in different ways, letting the other in. There’s this slow motion that drives you crazy somehow. 

His lips slowly get away from yours. His lids open following the same slow pace, just like yours. His hand is still on your cheek, though his other hand ppicks up another card. You pick up one as well. Not looking away from his eyes for a single second. 

His eyes though look at the cards, seeing how you won. “I won” He lies. “Truth or dare?” You smile lightly. “Dare” He copies your expression, smiling widely at the thought. “Continue the kiss” He says without moving an inch. This time you’re the one who gets closer to him.

Your arms get around his neck, helping you get closer to him. This time the kiss starts off more heated, involving his hands into some actions around your body, like slight caresses your hair, playing with it a little, and then going down your neck, marking its path with his fingertips.

You feel goosebumps all along, which mix with a weird sensation growing on your stomach. His fingertips get to your belly, getting your shirt up slightly and caressing the bare sking underneath it. His body falls over yours, trapping you in between his figure and the mattress. 

His hand moves get faster as you notice his bulge growing inside his pants. A loud sound stops both of you, making you turn towards his phone, ringing. He sets the alarm off and returns to the bed, standing right at the bottom of it. “Twenty minutes passed. What do you think?” He ask and you simply raise your arms, hugging the air while saying “Come here”

He obeys, getting closer on top of your body again. His lips press against your neck, sucking on it softly. You can feel how hickeys are being formed over your sensitive skin. His hands start rubbing your clothed clit, making you feel the friction as if the fabric wasn’t there.

You try to control you whimpers and moans as much as you can, but it’s impossible due to the given situation. Yuta smirks at your sounds though. Focusing on his movements around your clit. He gets your pants and your panties off slowly, making you blush at the sudden exposure.

You cover your face with your hands, wanting to hide your embarassment away. But his hands get yours out of the way. “I wanna see how those cheeks get redder” He says teasingly, You give him a deadly glare but you cannot hold it for long as his fingers enter into you, making you moan loudly. 

“God you’re so wet baby. Did my kiss do this to you?” his teasy tone makes you mad as hell, but you’re not able to since he curls his fingertips, brushing parts of your walls that you didn’t know felt so good. “Or is it just because it’s your first time?” He chuckles at your angry expression. “You look cute like that” he says with a smile.

The action itself is cute but what follows, is not even near the term. His tongue licks out your dripping folds all the way up to your clit, where he stays for a while, sucking on it, moving his tongue around it and even slightly biting, without making it painful.

You are a moaning mess just by that. You always pictured in your mind how receiving oral sex  would feel like, but you never pictured it like that. It feels somehow soft, but at the same time better than just a simple touch. 

His tongue gets off of your skin, making you miss the feeling of it. And when his fingers get out of you, you just feel empty, as if something you needed was taken away from you.

Yuta gets his pants and boxers off, before getting closer to your face again. “You’re delicious, You knew that?” You giggle at his words in disbelief. And his comment distracts your attention from his hand, as they roll a condom along his length.

His tips hits your entrance, stopping your giggling inmediately. “Now, breathe slowly, this might hurt” He says softly and you do as instructed. His length slowly gets into you, stretching your walls painfully slow.

You can feel every inch of his dick through the sloopy texture of the condom. You let out some whimpers due to the pain. “ I’m gonna take it slow okay?” He says and you nod. His length never stops moving, though it moves sooo slowly that it almost doesn’t hurt. 

You can see how he’s suffering from it tho. His expression hints pain and his dick twitches inside of you, as he’s really is needy at this point. “It’s fine, Yuta, go faster” You manage to say, fooling the guy.

At first it just hurts so much that you can’t even feel anything else, but then pleasure starts getting over pain. Loud moans start leaving your lips soonly after. “God I missed this” He whispers under his breath. You would have asked if you weren’t completely driven away by the different sensations.

You feel an overwhelming sensation brushing ove your whole body and just listen to his voice as he says “Let it go”, and like that you obey, cumming right away. Your whole body shakes behind his.

He gets his length out of you, not wanting to overwork you in any way. After you calm down you let your hands grab his dick, moving among it slowly and firmly. He makes little sounds under his breath and when your lips get into action, they turn into growls.

It doesn’t get long before he cums inside your mouth, leaving a weird and unknown taste on your mouth. “I fucking loved that” He says getting you up to kiss you deeply. 

“I’m not gonna let you go” He says in between soft kisses. 

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If you didn’t fall for Yuta after this... Girlll

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I FINALLY MANAGED TO WRITE THIS AS MORE THAN JUST A SCRIPT OUTLINE, HELL YEAH! >:D

And I might've taken too many creative liberties with this. As I. Often do. >_>" Oops. And I wish I had actual names for the other Addisons.

Well, I hope people like it, anyway.

Under the cut, Spamton stands up to Kris (in a way) and refuses to kill Blue Addison, thus aborting the Salt Route. That doesn't happen in what @beabigshot described, but the thought of Spamton basically turning around and going "fuck your Salt Route" was an interesting thought to me-

I also figured this might happen if you fail to convince him that you're doing this for his sake, and he sees through your ruse clear as day.

This does end well, but I do have a bad ending for this in mind that I may post later. :)

It felt like forever since Kris told him to go around the city and check for any survivors.

They told him they would wait for him to come back with updates, but this particular feeling of uneasiness was enough to tell him that they lied to him. Again. As they had been from the start.

...ha. How sad is that? After only spending part of a night with Kris and going around the city, he had quickly picked up on what his different feelings of uneasiness meant. It wasn't even that hard, considering how often he felt these ways.

He could tell when someone was lying based on them. When he was being followed. When someone just wanted to run away. When he was about to deliver a killing blow. When he was about to find... someone he would have to...

Oh no.

Who would it be this time?

How much longer would he have to do this? How much longer could he do this?

Well, the answer to the latter is probably not much longer at all.

He tried his best to pull himself out of his depressing thoughts. He shook his head and lightly bonked the side of it. "G-GET IT TOGETHER SPAMTON G. SPAMTON," he nagged himself, then laughed nervously.

Speaking of laughing, will he ever be able to laugh out of true joy after all this?

...no. No, there was no way.

He stopped being able to do that a long time ago.

Just like he stopped in his tracks when he came up on the block with all the flashing lights and advertisements.

This was where most of the Addisons lived. His siblings. The ones who cast him out, and for good reason.

He hoped they were all inside, safe and sound.

One thing he noticed about Kris was that they would never try to go through any locked doors unless they had an easy way to unlock them. They wouldn't force any doors down, and they wouldn't pick the locks. Were they just not strong enough and didn't know anything about lockpicking? Lacked the tools for either method of entry?

Or, perhaps the darkest explanation, did they just lose interest when they had to put in that much effort to kill people?

Ha. As if they even did that. No, they made HIM do it. To them, he was just a puppet for them to use to their heart's content.

He balled his hands into fists at the thought. It was clear why they really agreed to look for his keys. He was just a means to an end, like he always was.

How could he have been so blind?

He sighed heavily and continued walking. Best not to make his disdain for Kris too obvious right now. Maybe later. Maybe if he could find a reliable way to get away from them.

He peeked around a corner, and there he saw someone standing outside of a store. One of the Addisons. Blue Addison, arms crossed and clearly hypervigilant as they scanned the area around them.

What? Why were they outside?! Even they should know better!

...Okay, chances are, they did. They just almost always threw caution to the wind, unless it was for business.

In any case, they need to go inside as soon as possible.

But he froze. What should he do? They all made it very clear that they wanted nothing to do with him all those years ago. They made it very clear that they hated him. If he suddenly just showed up there, so many things could go wrong! They might yell at him to leave, they might make fun of him for bragging about being a big shot and then having to live in a god damn garbage can, they might rub their own accomplishments in his face...

They could call him a disappointment to the Addison name.

And he might be told to kill them. Hell, if they did any of those, Kris would have more ammo to try to convince him to do it.

"Spammy? Is that you over there?"

Oh shit, they saw him. What should he do?

...Against his better judgement, he walked out into the light and looked at them, unsure of what to do next anyway.

At this, Blue smiled and ran over. Then they picked him up and gave him a hug. "Oh my god, it's been so long! How have you been?" They gasped and pulled away. "Wait, are you hurt?! I heard there were a couple of people going around and killing everyone in the city. You didn't run into them, did you?"

He flinched as they began checking him for injuries that would be readily visible. Other than that, he just stood there, staring off in the distance.

Did they just forget what happened? Were they really showing him genuine concern?

He wanted so badly to ask them what the hell they were doing out here all alone, and tell them to go inside and stay hidden.

But nothing came of those thoughts. It was as if his throat just shut right then and there.

They soon stopped and ruffled his hair. "Well, you seem alright. Physically, that is." They tilted their head. "But you look like you've seen a ghost."

Spamton's eyes widened and looked away.

His vision started getting blurry again.

Blue crouched down and wiped his cheeks of... his tears? Wait, was he crying?

"Spammy, how about you go inside, and-"

Actually, never mind all that. He swatted their hands away and looked back at them. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING OUT HERE?!" He covered his mouth, not realizing he was as loud as he was.

Shit, Kris probably heard that.

"What?" Blue leaned back in surprise.

He lowered his voice and stated, "GO BACK INSIDE [[Right Now!]], IT'S NOT SAFE TO BE OUT HERE." He did his best to push them toward the door, but almost fell over himself instead.

They helped steady him. "I'm on watch right now, so I can't. And Spammy, I could easily say the same for you." Something seemed to click then and they narrowed their eyes at him. "Why are you so insistent on getting me to go inside, anyway? Why not say that we need to go inside?"

He froze. "UH..."

Footsteps.

At that sound, Spamton immediately tried with all his might to push Blue through the door. "GO!"

"So, 'Spammy,' who are you talking to?" Kris's voice sent chills down Spamton's spine.

He could already hear their smirk.

He instantly turned toward Kris. He laughed nervously again and greeted them, "KRIS, BUDDY, [Little Sponge], UH, I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU'D WAIT FOR ME AT THE EDGE OF THE CITY!"

Kris shrugged. "Well, you know, you were taking a while. Wanted to see what you were doing, make sure you were safe, you know?"

Blue looked up at them. They glanced down at Spamton and then back up at Kris with a smile. "Oh, it's you again!" They laughed and slowly pushed Spamton behind them. "Glad to see you were, em," they gritted their teeth briefly, but kept talking, "looking after my brother? What happened to that reindeer girl you were with earlier?"

Spamton's eyes widened and he tried stepping back out. "[Blue], NO," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

They pushed him further behind and glanced at him again before paying attention to Kris.

Spamton felt them shaking.

"Oh, is Spamton your brother?" Kris laughed, with a slight twinge of... pain? "Seeing you guys side-by-side, I think I can see the family resemblance, now."

Blue stepped fully in front of him. "Why is that important?"

Oh no.

"You have absolutely no reason to bring that into the conversation!"

Stop.

They started raising their voice, "Just who the hell do you think you are?!"

"BLUE!!"

Blue jumped and looked back at Spamton to see him clinging to them. "Spammy?"

Spamton stayed silent for a moment before answering, "JUST... GO INSIDE." He clung tighter. "Please..." Then he let go and stepped back.

"Wh..." They stumbled over their words for a few seconds. "Why are you so insistent that I go inside? I already told you, I'm on lookout duty, I can't."

Kris perked up at this and chuckled. "'Lookout duty,' huh? You must be a pretty bad lookout."

They froze and slowly turned toward Kris. They glared. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Kris shrugged. "I dunno. How about you ask HIM what it means?"

Spamton flinched at the statement.

Blue's eyes widened and looked at Spamton. "Spammy, what- what are they talking about?"

"Go on, Spamton," they prodded, "tell them about how many people you killed tonight."

He inhaled sharply and teared up.

Blue glared back at Kris. "Wha- he'd never do that! You're just trying to make him look bad!" They patted Spamton's head. "Isn't that right, Spammy?"

Silence.

Kris smirked.

Blue's eyes widened and they looked back down at Spamton. "Spammy?"

He couldn't even look at them. He didn't even have to. He knew they were going to disown him right then and there. They would be right to.

Kris shook their head and clicked their tongue. "Can't even own up to your own actions. Shameful." They shrugged. "Pretty cowardly, if you ask me."

...

Spamton's hands clenched into fists.

'I only want to keep you safe. I want to help you get stronger. I'll help you break free of your strings.'

They're only saying all of that when it's convenient for them. Now that it serves them no benefit, they're throwing him under the bus.

Figures.

He shook his head and laughed weakly. He buried his face in his hands and plastered on a smile. "YOU'RE [completely right]. KRIS, [[You are a winner!]], YOU KNOW THAT?"

Kris frowned and narrowed their eyes at him. "What are you getting at?"

He took a deep breath and stood up straight again, staring them directly in the eye. "SO MAYBE I DID. ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE [[Dead]] BECAUSE OF ME." Another small laugh. "HELL, YOU- YOU [Didn't Even Have To Lift A Finger]] FOR ANY OF IT."

Blue turned toward Spamton in shock. "Wait, what?"

Spamton ignored them and continued, "WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING, KRIS? THAT IS SUCH A CONUNDRUM." He quickly dropped the smile and his voice grew sharper. "OH, WAIT, I'LL TELL YOU WHY." He glared at Kris and began shouting at them, "YOU [manipulated] ME INTO IT! YOU [Pulled the strings] AND MADE ME DO YOUR DIRTY WORK FOR YOU! ALL OF IT!" He then pointed at them and his vision started getting blurry. "ALL OF THAT [[Get Strong Now With This One Simple Trick]] TALK WAS ONLY FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT. [While Supplies Last], THAT'S WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT. BUT AS SOON AS [[Our Inventory Gets Wiped Out]], YOU WANT TO PIN ALL THE BLAME FOR THIS ON ME?!"

His normally hotheaded sibling stepped back and just looked between them for a little bit.

Kris faked a wince. "Ooo, looks like they don't know what to believe at this point." They chuckled. "Might as well kill them now, right?"

Spamton stood silently and wiped his tears while glaring at them.

"What? Don't give me that." They smirked. "It's not like they'll forgive you at this point, even if you choose mercy."

'Fool,' he thought, 'I accepted that long before I met you.'

"You... you..." Blue suddenly ran at Kris and shoved them to the ground. "YOU'RE still the one who made Spammy kill those people!" They continued shouting, tears flowing down their cheeks, "I don't care what you say at this point, HE'S STILL MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

He looked at them with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

Did... did they really still see him that way?

Kris slowly began to get back up.

Spamton gasped at this. "SIBLING-"

Blue growled and stormed over to Kris. "And you know what? I'm proud of him for his past success, and I'm proud he managed to break free from you on his own." They turned back toward Spamton and started walking back over. "For all I care, they can burn in hell."

As they ranted, they got to their feet, then Kris glared at him. "Fine. You said I made you do all of my dirty work? You said I would only pin the blame on you if it suited me?"

They ran over to Blue, grabbed them from behind, and held their sword to their neck. At the first signs of struggle, they braced themself and covered his sibling's mouth. "Then let's make a deal. If you don't kill them, I will." They smirked.

It felt like an eternity watching his sibling squirm and struggle to get away from them. Watching them try to elbow them while minding the sword, trying to back up and slam them into a wall, screaming into and possibly attempting to bite Kris's hand... and all of it in vain.

Finally, he thought of something.

He looked up at Kris and simply stated in a low voice, "FINE. I'LL DO IT."

It wasn't a deal, but Kris seemed to buy it. They lowered their sword and shoved Blue down.

Sadly, however, it seemed as if his sibling also bought it, because they instantly stopped struggling and just stared at him, shaking and with their jaw somewhat dropped.

"Good." They readied their sword. "I'll make sure they don't run while you-"

Suddenly, they stopped and began scratching at their wrist, then multiple parts of their arms and hands.

"Ugh, damn armor. This shit's so itchy..." They continued scratching.

Spamton gasped quietly, then looked at Blue. 'Play along,' he mouthed and subtly gestured to Kris.

His sibling said an almost audible 'Huh?' They turned to look at Kris, who was clearly distracted by their frustrating armor.

Once it clicked, they turned back and slowly nodded at him.

...Their expression barely changed. Maybe they don't completely trust him? Could he maybe find a way to-

No. No time. He has to do this now.

Spamton gave his sibling a brief uncertain smile before quickly regaining composure.

He kept an eye on Kris while trying not to scream in agony from summoning his Heart Breaker attack.

He hoped he had enough control over it for this.

As dramatically as he could, he repeated that... damned phrase Kris kept feeding him this whole time they were in the city.

"THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD."

Blue cowered and pleaded, "No, please! Don't do it! I-I'm sorry for everything, brother!"

Spamton winced at how well they acted.

Kris only managed to look back for a split second before Spamton's attack started lunging at them. They tried to jump back, but it managed to scrape their lower leg, thus knocking them back down.

He rushed over to his sibling and helped them up. "GO, GET INSIDE!"

They nodded and bolted in. They mostly closed the door, but not fully.

Damn it! Close it already!

He turned back toward Kris and yelled, "AND ONLY THE PEOPLE I [Love] ARE ALLOWED TO CALL ME SPAMMY!"

"You... you TRAITOR!"

He got in a fighting stance as Kris was getting back up.

When they were up, they ran at him with their sword drawn and attempted to swing at him.

Right before they could land the hit, he felt an arm grab him and yank him inside the building.

Orange shut and locked the door as soon as he was in.

He heard Kris yelling and banging on the door, demanding they open it. Instead of listening, Orange leaned against it to make sure they didn't make it inside, even if they did bust the door down.

Pink let go of his arm and then hugged him. He felt his shoulder getting wet in the process. "Spammy! You're okay!" They squeezed him a little more tightly.

"ACK- YOU'RE SQUISHING ME TOO MUCH."

Pink pulled away and rubbed the back of their neck. "Oh, uh, sorry about that." They smiled awkwardly and wiped away their tears. "It's just... been so long."

Orange called out over to Pink. "Hey, can you come over here and stay against the door, please? You're the strongest one here and-" Another bang. "This person's definitely trying to get in."

Just as soon as Pink and Orange swapped places, the banging stopped. Just in case, though, they didn't bother to move.

After a few more moments, Yellow patted him and ruffled his hair.

He squeaked and tried his best to fix it. His siblings chuckled.

Orange moved over by him and opened a book. Then they gently nudged him. "We might not have left on good terms, but it's good to see you're okay." They gave him a slight smile.

Blue finally came over and knelt down in front of him. "Yeah, we were worried sick about you." Then they sighed and looked away. "And... the stupidest thing we ever did was let our jealousy get in the way of things."

Spamton frowned at this. "I WAS THE ONE WHO CONSTANTLY BRAGGED ABOUT BEING A [[BIG SHOT]], THOUGH."

"Were you truly happy?" Pink asked.

He froze at the question.

...

He shook his head. "NOT EVEN FOR ONE SECOND."

All the others uncomfortably looked down and avoided eye contact.

Orange broke the silence, "So, what you're saying is... when we thought you didn't need us anymore, that's when you needed us the most?"

He gasped silently and teared up. Then he looked down and nodded.

...

Suddenly, Yellow announced, "Alright, you little bastard, you're getting a group hug!"

They all hugged him right then and there.

Until now, he never realized how much he missed them all.

And of course, Spamton couldn't move to hug any of them back if he even wanted to.

...Which he did. He wanted to. Such assholes. How dare they not let him move so he can hug them?

After a while, one by one, they each pulled away and just sat or lay down near him.

He sat down, as well. Then he looked at Blue. "HEY, [Blue]?"

Blue looked over at him. "Hm?"

Spamton fidgeted with the collar of his shirt for a moment before asking, "WHEN YOU SAID ALL OF THAT EARLIER, ABOUT BEING [[Proud]] OF ME FOR LEAVING KRIS AND BEING SORRY ABOUT THE PAST..." He let out a deep breath. "DID YOU REALLY MEAN ALL THAT??"

Everyone looked at Spamton.

Blue smiled softly and replied, "Spamton, you know how I am. I don't say things like that unless I mean it." They gently rubbed his shoulder. "And I meant every word."

He teared up at that and smiled a little.

Were these tears of sadness or joy? He couldn't even tell at this point. Was he relieved? Happy? In denial?

There was a light chuckle from Orange that broke him out of his thoughts.

Blue looked over and asked, "Orange, what's so funny?"

Orange jumped and looked at Blue. "Oh!" They grew a smug grin on their face and poked Spamton. "So, Spammy, what you said earlier." They stifled some laughter. 'Only the people I love are allowed to call me Spammy?'"

Spamton's eyes widened and he faked a pout. "OH, SHUT THE [?!?!] UP."

They all laughed, and he smiled a little.

Maybe he couldn't break the strings, but he wasn't about to let them go again without a fight.

#deltarune #addisons #spamton #blue addison #deltarune kris #failed salt route #and yes i know haha plot holes go brrr #and as far as things go in terms of posting them online #this is probably the longest continuous piece i've written in a long while #3240 words #like #damn #that's a lot for me #i usually have to push to get over 1000 #never managed to mention it #but the other Addisons were in a basement #and Blue took an elevator down and told them to get their asses up to the door right now #and yes #they probably said it exactly like that #and if they seem too sympathetic to Spamton i have my reasons for that >_>" #not just because i like Spamton and want him to be happy either #and i hope i managed to at least somewhat get an accurate sibling dynamic here szdgvrhbgvszd #i'm an only child so #that's probably showing XD #anyway gonna post despite flaws because i need to stop with the perfectionism #otherwise things never get posted

[lexwritess]

hii! i saw that your requests were open and wondered if you could do like an angsty xavier x reader? with the prompts 38. and 19? thank you <3 !

why’d you only call me when your high? [x.p.]

pairing: xavier plymton x reader

warnings: dr*g ab*use, fighting, angst, smut, swearing, cheating, both y/n and xavier are assholes, it’s a fucking lot okay? it’s good tho promise!

college au!

italics is flashbacks

normal text is present time

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xavier fucking plymton.

you had some sort of an idea what you were getting into once you befriended the gorgeous blonde hair idiot but you never imagined this.

“xav, get over here!” montana shouted among the loud music and drunk students.

“meet my friend y/n! she’s super chill, i think i’m gonna make her join the group.” montana smiles.

“make me?” you raise and eyebrow at the blonde.

“oh yeah, montana isn’t to keen on asking people if they want to do things. you’ll end up doing it anyway.” xavier jokes.

“i guess i just got that kind of charm. i’m gonna go fill my drink!” montana walks away.

“xavier.” xavier introduces himself and extends his arm out to you.

“y/n.” you reply and meet his hand to shake it.

“you go to school here?” you asks xavier.

“no, i do go to the improv classes after school hours though.” he replies, leaning in closer to you.

“oh really that’s cool! what’s your interest in that?” you ask.

“i’m going to be a famous actor!” he says cockily.

“oh yeah?” you ask with an amused smirk on your face.

“yeah, i’m already in tons of commercials.” he gives a smile back to you.

you giggle and look around the cramped frat house.

“you wanna get out of here? there’s a really good pizza place down a couple blocks.” you ask xavier, hoping he agrees.

“hell yeah, this place sucks ass.” xavier says happily and grabs his jacket.

“wait wait wait, you’re telling me you did a commercial for some weird ass dildo in japan?” you laugh loudly.

“shhhh!” xavier laughs and pushes his finger against your slightly chapped lips.

“i didn’t know! it was before i had an agent and i was desperate for a gig.” xavier exclaims.

“mmm, japaneseeee dildoooo.” you giggle abruptly.

“oh my god y/n keep it down! are you sure you’re not drunk?” xavier quirks an eyebrow at you.

“i was just at a frat house for three hours with montana fucking duke as my tour guide...i’m drunk.” you giggle again.

“good point there.” xavier laughs at you.

“you can’t act innocent. you’re just as drunk as me!” you cross your arms and look at him.

“well yes, but i never said i wasn’t.” xavier gives you a smug look and takes a drink of his soda.

“yeah yeah whatever.” you playfully roll your eyes and take the drink out of his hand to take a sip.

“do you have a bucket list?” xavier asks.

“no, i don’t think so? i mean there’s things i wanna do but i don’t have them all sorted out.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

“well what’s one thing, anything in the world, you want to do and we’ll go do it?” xavier smiles.

“well...i’ve always wanted to hook up with a famous actor.”

“fuck xav!” you moan out as xavier thrusts increase in speed.

“shit y/n.” xaviers eyes roll back as he breathes deeply.

xavier moves your legs so they’re above his shoulders. making him go deeper, causing you both to moan loudly.

“fuck y/n you’re so fucking tight for me. so fucking tight.” xavier grunts, pining your hands above your head.

“shittt, xavier! i’m going to cum!” you moan into his ear.

“i’m almost there.” xavier says in a breathy voice.

“fuck xavier please!” you plead, tightening around him.

“shit shit...go ahead cum for me!” xavier’s thrusts get sloppy as he gets closer to his peak.

your walls clench around him one last time before you both finish.

“fuck that was good.” you giggle and xavier pulls out with a big smirk on his face.

“glad i could cross that off on your bucket list.” he smiles and gets under the covers.

“goodnight x.” you say sleepily and scoot closer.

“night y/n/n.” xavier says softly and wraps his arms around you before falling asleep.

that’s the night you thought you found your perfect person, but nothings ever perfect.

“we’ve just been on a few dates mon, it’s nothing serious!” you explain to montana.

she had found out about you and xaviers “relationship” you don’t think it’s a big deal. you’re just friends.

“what about all the hot dirty sex i’ve heard about?” montana looks at you with her eyebrows raised.

you rolls your eyes at her.

maybe you and xavier aren’t exactly just friends.

“keep your eyes on the road.” you tell her, avoiding the question.

it was her turn to roll her eyes at you.

“okay, you��re still not answering the question.” montana points out.

“okay! maybe we have sex sometimes but it’s normal! a little...” you give her a sheepish smile and she just laughs at your stupidity.

“don’t tell him but i kind of really like him. i like the way his eyes widen when he talks about acting or the way he gives side comments that fly right over chets head, or the way he has to remake his sandwich when we go out to eat because he has this very specific order-.” you rant while montana cuts you off.

“okay, you’re in love with him! why don’t you date him already!” montana shouts.

“he’s just been distant i don’t know...he’s only been calling me over to hook up i think somethings wrong.” you say glumly.

“you should go over and check on him, his apartment isn’t far away from aaron’s. want me to drop you off?” montana offers.

you debate her offer. you don’t just wanna show up uninvited but you did talk about coming over earlier.

“yeah sure if you don’t mind.”

you knock on the door of the apartment complex waiting for your favorite blonde bimbo.

when there was no answer you turn the handle to see if the door was locked.

you open the door and walk into the house a little.

“xavier?” you call out.

no answer.

“xav?” you ask again walking towards his room.

you smile when you see the sight of xavier sleeping soundly in his bed, little snores leaving his mouth once in a while.

you walk around his room admiring the many polaroids of him and his friends.

you grin when you find the one of the night you met.

you take it off the wall to take a closer took at it but you knock something over.

“oops.” you mutter to yourself and bend down to pick it up.

you pick up a small orange bottle with the words oxycodone written on it.

not prescribed to xavier.

you look at the location it fell and found another bottle of pills.

you don’t bother to look at the lable of it and put the other one back.

“what the hell?” you say quietly, tears brimming your eyes.

“y/n?” a groggy voice fills your ears.

you don’t say anything and walk out of his bedroom out to the kitchen.

“wait y/n where are you going?” xavier asks rushes out to stop you from leaving.

“you didn’t tell me you were an addict.” you say just above a whisper.

xaviers face goes white and he runs a hand through his hair.

“you weren’t suppose to find out like this.” he says quietly.

“were you ever going to tell me?” you ask louder this time, making contact with his icy blue eyes.

“of course i was going to tell you.” xavier grabs you wrist pulling you close to him.

“were you high all the times we hung out?”

“no! not all of them...” xavier looks away uneasy.

“the past couple times we fucked?” you ask him with an attitude.

xavier looks at you and a tear runs down his face.

you scoff and continue to put your shoes on.

“y/n, please don’t go! i’ll stop! i’ll drop the pills.” xavier pleads.

“why do you even want me to stay? you won’t commit to me, you don’t wanna hang out with me normally anymore, and you only call me over when you’re high! im fucking tired xavier!” you shout, tears streaming down your face.

“please, i love you. i’ll stop for you.” xavier pleads again.

“you love me?” you ask him with wide eyes.

“yeah.” xavier breathes, his face inches from yours.

“you promise you’ll stop with the pills?” you ask xavier, extending your pinky finger towards him.

“promise.” xavier whispers and intertwines his pinky with yours.

he technically never did break that promise.

“remind me again why we’re getting ice cream ten o’clock at night?” you ask your group of friends with a smile.

“because we’re fucking cool.” montana replies.

“i wish we would of took a car, it’s freezing out.” brooke shivers.

“here! take my jacket.” chet removes his jacket and places it around brookes shoulders.

“you guys are disgusting.” you laugh, taking a bite of your ice cream.

“oh c’mon y/n/n, let them enjoy being in love!” ray jokes, nudging your shoulder.

“yeah, you’re just mad xavier didn’t show.” chet says while shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

“wait you told me xavier had an audition?” montana asks you confused.

“i know...i’m sorry i lied. i’m just worried and i didn’t want to think about it.” you say quietly.

the group looks at you with remorse and ray wraps a comforting arm around you.

“guys be careful going around this corner, lots of junkies.” chet says distastefully.

everyone picks up the pace a little walking down the alleyway to get back to the main street.

you turn your head to look towards a group of people when you recognize someone familiar.

“holy shit.” you say with tears brimming your eyes.

“guys be quiet and fast now.” you say urgently and you quickly get back to the main road.

“y/n what’s wrong?” brooke asks.

“xav-xavier was back there.” you say with a shaky breath.

“i think i’m going to head out...i’ll see you at home tana. thanks for ice cream.” you say quickly, walking past them to haul down a cab.

you got and the cab and told the driver to go to Arrow street.

which is not where your apartment is, but xaviers.

you had a key to his apartment so you just let yourself in and sat on the couch waiting for him to come home.

that’s until you saw a glimpse of orange in the garbage.

needles.

you didn’t want it to be true you did everything you could to try to convince yourself it was for something medical, but the more you looked around the apartment and saw the scattered needles in his bedroom you couldn’t.

“y/n, shit you scared me!” xavier laughs nervously.

“you disgust me.” you say say standing up, turning around to face him.

“what?” xavier knots his eyes brows in confusion.

“listen, you don’t think i know but i fucking know. i know you xavier. you’re not secretive i know when you’re not yourself, but heroin! seriously?” you ask the boy you love with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“babe-.”

“no! don’t do that shit! you’re in deep shit now. you know that? i do everything for you and you don’t make me feel like it’s worth it...you make me feel worthless! you lie to me, you’re high every time we’re together, and you blow me off to go buy dirty needles off junkies! it fucking hurts!” you scream, finally telling xavier how you feel.

“is it all worth it? is being high all the time worth it? it is worth to lose me?” you ask bitterly.

“no, no it’s not...” xavier says quietly as a tear rolls down his face.

“then why don’t you get help!” you say with anger.

“i will! i will please, one more chance just give me one more chance please!” xavier sobs.

you direct your gaze towards the floor as xavier steps closer to you.

“one more chance.” xavier says again, grabbing the side of your face, tilting your head up to look at him.

“are you high right now?” your voice hoarse from the fighting earlier.

“no, and i’ll flush the rest of them down the toilet right now.”

and you gave him another chance, and another chance, and another fucking chance.

always luring you with the dates, his jokes, the sex, his charm, the i love yous, and you would forgive him every time.

almost every time.

“how could you?” you say with a shaky voice, tears threatening to spill.

xavier told you that he wanted to have a movie night later that night, but when 8 o’clock rolled around and you walked into his room, you wish you never would of went.

seeing a girl on her knees in front of your boyfriend and him enjoying it killed you.

“you need to leave now.” you tell the girl.

she muttered a sorry and left the apartment.

xavier opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t want to hear it.

“don’t fucking lie to me right now, is this the first time?” you ask.

“no, i’ll never do it again please-.”

“xavier!” you say sternly.

xavier inhales sharply. “no this isn’t the first time, i’m sorry.” he sighs.

“you’re always sorry aren’t you? did you guys fuck?” you ask, clearly irritated with xavier.

“yes.” you can barely hear him.

“i fucking hate you xavier plymton...you ruined me!” you shout, letting all your emotions wash over you.

“you know it’s not like you’ve been fucking perfect either!” xavier yells, he’s never yelled at you like this before.

“i didn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“you’ve been distant. when i need you, you’re not here. you’re out drinking, or hanging out with fucking ray! i needed someone so sorry i was fucking that bitch but you weren’t here.” xavier shoots back.

“are you fucking blaming me? the only reason i’m drinking and hanging out with ray is because you choose drugs over everyone! you’re not the same guy i fell in love with. you say you love me xavier but it doesn’t feel like it...” your sentence trails off at the end, you’re not sure you can argue much longer you’re feeling yourself breaking.

“well maybe it’s because i don’t love you! you’re always on my back and you never shut the fuck up!” xavier hisses.

you’re speechless.

xavier doesn’t love you?

you can see the regret in his face after the words leave his mouth.

“don’t talk to me ever again, i swear to god xavier. never again.” you say as calm as possible, leaving the apartment building.

you go outside and let all your emotions out. your back slides against the wall as you bury yourself in your knees and start sobbing.

you pull out your phone and try your best to see through your teary vision for montana’s contact.

“y/n what’s up?” she asks.

“mon, i, i really need you to come pick me up.” you hiccup.

“shit, of course. where are you?” montana asks with concern.

“xaviers...”

you hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

“be there in 5.”

“that son of a bitch! i’m so sorry y/n, this is my fault.” montana rubs your back for comfort.

“it’s not your fault, he changed.” you say, your voice raspy from all the screaming and crying.

“i just, i don’t think i can see him for a long time.” you say quietly, burying your face into your pillows.

“fuck, y/n my works calling, i’ll be back im going to call off.” montana starts walking out of your room.

“no, i’ll be fine. don’t call off.” you tell her.

“no, y/n it’s fine.”

“mon you call off all the time, they’ll fire you.” you give a little laugh.

“are you sure?” she sighs heavily.

“yes! now go i’ll see you later.” you shoo her away.

you never thought that day could of got worse.

you groan at the noise of someone knocking at your door.

“montana you have a key!” you complain, going to open the door.

you’re taken a back when you open the door to see two police officers.

“can i help you?” you ask nervously.

“you are y/n y/l/n, correct?” the one on the left asks.

“yes, am i in trouble?” you ask confused.

“no of course not, you’re number one in xavier plymtons emergency contacts so we decided to come to you.” the other answers.

you blood runs cold as a million possibilities rack through your brain.

“we regret to inform you that xavier has passed.”

you swear your vision went black for a second.

he’s not gone.

he can’t be gone.

“what, what happened? i-i just saw him two hours.” you stutter.

“he was found outside his apartment, needle in his arm-.” the woman officer cuts her partner off and mumbles something about being to blunt.

“he overdosed, heroin. i’m so sorry baby.” she looks at you with pitty.

“thanks for telling me...” you say so quiet you’re surprised they heard you.

they say goodbye again and you shut the door.

“no,no,no,no!” you scream falling to the ground.

“why the fuck would you do that? why why why why?” you tell again, tugging at your hair.

you let out a loud, heartbreaking sob and fall onto your knees.

“i didn’t mean what i said...i didn’t mean it i wanted you to talk to me i was just angry. you were angry. fuck fuck!” you wail out again.

xavier fucking plymton .

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Title: edges of the world Author: glompcat Status: WIP/Unupdated Rating: T Summary:  Leia Organa finds herself stuck in a strange alternate/parallel universe where the Empire never came to exist. Meanwhile, trying to navigate a galaxy ruled by the Sith weren’t exactly the Jedi Trials Leia Skywalker had expected. Or: Leia from a universe where Anakin never fell and canon Leia switch places. Now the two of them - and everyone else around them - have to deal with the consequences of their dimensional swap.

Title: eros turannos Author: emerald-leaves Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  Love the Tyrant. Oderint dum metuant- Let them hate as long as they fear. AU set in time around the Clone Wars. Note: This fic has unfortunately been removed from Fanfiction.net. However, a PDF is available upon request. 

Title: the exchange Author: misslearn Status: WIP Rating: T Summary: The Daughter has a bad day and it irrevocably changes the fate of the galaxy, twice over. Or: ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels.

Title: five weddings and a funeral Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Padmé's feeling gloomy about her perpetual singleness, but everything changes when she meets an attractive stranger at her sister's wedding.

Title: flat tire Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: G Summary: Who knew something as simple as getting a flat tire could change the entire course of your life?

Title: for a moment Author: shelivesfree Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  And, just for a moment, all the worries and concerns that troubled the young couple cease to exist. Fade away to just this. Husband and wife. Asleep. Dreaming of the sweet little life they will soon bring into the world and into their hearts.

Title: for a sith to love a jedi Author: silverdaye Status: WIP Rating: R Summary:  Jedi Knight Padmé Amidala, the Heroine with No Fear, has crash landed on a moon after a starship fight with Darth Vader. Now the two enemies are stuck on a strange moon with strange rocks that prevents them from accessing the Force. They form an uneasy truce to leave the other alone. Yet after Vader sees Amidala bathing, she keeps coming back to him and he can't keep his mind off of her.

Title: for you, i’ll risk it all Author: estrangedlestrange Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  Darth Vader was certain he had killed Padmé Amidala on Mustafar, but when a rebel broadcast reveals she is alive, he will stop at nothing to free her from what he assumes is captivity. Former Senator Padmé Amidala was certain her husband had been killed on Mustafar, but after seeing Vader across the room during a mission, she is sure that she had been lied to. Knowing the truth, she seeks out her husband, either to bring him back to the light or kill him, which ever was necessary.

Title: friendly competition Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Playing Quidditch is awfully difficult when you’re in love with the rival Seeker. Snapshots of Anakin and Padmé’s 7 years at Hogwarts.

Title: fruits of malice Author: therealthing Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  In an alternate universe, Anakin Skywalker was taken from his mother at the age of four. He was raised as Darth Vader in a loveless, brutal environment. His life takes an interesting turn when he has an encounter with a certain senator from Naboo.

Title: future imperfect Author: therealthing Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  A time travel story in which Anakin Skywalker is sent to the future to witness the consequences of his actions.

Title: fundamental force carriers Author: tanarill Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  The Sith Lord Darth Vader lived his life. He probably didn't live it well, but he lived it as well as he knew how. At the end there, he'd even managed to woman up and kill Sidious. But he was dying, and at peace with the past. The past wasn't at peace with him.

Title: getting home to you Author: irnan Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Anakin always said it was Padme's fault, but he was the one who spotted that broom closet. Fluff.

Title: the girl from harvard Author: shelivesfree Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It also makes it grow more paranoid. Padme is in her last year of Harvard. Anakin has just started at the University of Chicago. Though they won't admit it, their long-distance relationship is taking it's heavy toll. Will their love prevail or will the distance prove too much for both of them?

Title: give me a signal Author: stranestelle Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  When Padmé Amidala is unable to contact Coruscant while negotiating a loan on Scipio, the Senate suspects trouble, and sends Anakin Skywalker to go check on her. Of course, the resourceful senator isn’t really in any trouble – don't flatter yourself, Rush Clovis – but there’s definitely some brewing.

Title: hand in my hand and we promise to never let go Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  Anakin Skywalker was sent to build an elite Jedi team to help end the ten-year Clone Wars. Jedi Knight Naberrie trains hard to be selected and grows closer to the Jedi Master in the process. But with Jedi falling every day in battle, is it safe to follow your heart? Or will war take what's most precious to Padme?

Title: the hardest path Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  Padmé does what she has to for her family. Series: Three Paths Not Followed

Title: heart of a sith Author: therealthing Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Fourteen years have passed since the inception of the Empire. Darth Vader has been asked to go to Alderaan for an unusual reason, one that Vader soon discovers will change his life forever.

Title: heirs of light and darkness Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  After escaping the Jedi purge two years ago made him the most wanted fugitive in the galaxy, Anakin Skywalker has at last been captured by the Empire. He expects to be killed, but Lady Padmé Amidala, the imperial heir, has other ideas.

Title: heretic pride Author: fialleril Status: WIP/Unupdated Rating: G Summary:  Like most Republic citizens, the Naberries have never spent much time thinking about the Jedi. But that changes with the birth of their daughter Ilaré. (Or, the AU where the third Naberrie daughter is a Jedi, Padmé offers Naboo as a sanctuary for runaway slaves, Shmi is a conductor on the Tatooine freedom trail, and Anakin jump starts a reformation. Or maybe a heresy. It all depends on your point of view.)

Title: hidden Author: disco shop girl Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Anakin is woken from his dream before it can warn him of his fate. Without that fear hanging over him he feels a disturbance in the force, and chooses to leave before it can manifest itself.

Title:  high above the clouds, my love for you is eternal Author: rogue darth skywalker Status: WIP/Unupdated Rating: M Summary:  Modern Aviation AU. Anakin is a pilot, Padme is a flight attendant. When they meet for the first time he is captivated by her. But much to his surprise she has a young son. This is a story about how bonds are broken, how families are made, and how sacrifice is sometimes necessary to get people where they are meant to be.

Title: hold me in your arms and i’m home Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  It's the ten year reunion for students from Coruscant high and more importantly, a long awaited reunion for two former lovers.

Title: home Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  In which "Darth Vader" is no more than Anakin's playtime alter ego (happy Skywalker family AU)

Title: hypnotic takin’ over me Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  "By the Force… Just how many times had he seen her like this in his dreams? How many times had he run his fingers over her skin? Filled his hands with her perfect backside? Yet, when he was, by some mercy or a cruel joke, granted true sight of her, he was oblivious."

Title: i do take two Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Thirty years after their clandestine wedding on Naboo, Anakin and Padmé decide to finally do the proper wedding ceremony they never got to have, with all their friends and family present.

Title: i know your type Author: shelivesfree Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  "Am I dead?" It slips out, accidentally. She turns her head towards me, a confused look on her face and tips her head. "Excuse me?" Flashing her an impish grin, I lean casually against the wall. "I must have died and gone to heaven, because you look like an angel." The look she gives me is far from impressed. "Do you use that with all the girls, or am I just lucky?"

Title: i wish i could rewrite the stars Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  Suddenly, forever felt like something that could be real. They could make it real, the two of them together and out of nowhere, tears stung at Anakin's eyes. It just meant so much. Padme loving him too was the stuff of his dreams; something he'd only just dared to believe was possible. But she did.

Title: if blood be the price Author: cadesama Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Anakin promised to free all the slaves and it is a promise he intends to keep. Struck by visions of a slave uprising on Tatooine, he runs away to join the fight. Five years later, it his new alliance of former slave worlds that the Republic fears, rather than a Separatist threat. Enlisted to negotiate a peace treaty, Senator Amidala is dispatched to find Anakin, alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi, who only wishes to bring his former Padawan home.

Title: imperial obligations Author: skywalkersamidala Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  Padmé's advisors suggest that she get rid of Vader and make a politically advantageous marriage. The Empress is less than pleased. One-shot.Series: The Empress and Her Sith Lord.

Title: in his very soul Author:  catiiasofia & misschrisdaae Status: complete Rating: R Summary:  Ten years ago, the effort to liberate Naboo from Trade Federation control failed. Chancellor Palpatine managed to rescue the young Queen Amidala and two of her handmaidens, formally adopting her as his own. The new father and daughter quickly manipulated the Senate into granting him emergency powers and creating the Grand Army of the Republic, letting the Clone Wars begin. Now, assassins are coming for Padmé Palpatine, and her father has entrusted her safety to his mysterious enforcer, Darth Vader. While neither bodyguard nor charge is happy about this arrangement, there is an attraction they cannot ignore.

Title: in search of absolution Author: rogue darth skywalker Status: complete Rating: G Summary:  Padme bit her lip as she placed one last post-it that had the name 'Shmi Skywalker' written on it. She didn't speak. She knew he needed a moment to think - to process what she was silently asking him. 'Are you ready to accept her forgiveness'"She'd want to come to her only son's wedding," She said. He shook his head, "I don't think so. After everything…"

Title: in the past Author: silverdaye Status: WIP Rating: T Summary:  It's been two months after Bespin, and Luke Skywalker is trying to come to terms with the events that happened there. During a dogfight with Darth Vader, both of their fighters crash. When they recover, they both find themselves on Coruscant at the end of the Clone Wars. Vader still aims to claim his son, but Luke has been taken to the Jedi Temple where he meets Anakin Skywalker.

Title: it’s a dangerous love affair Author: gemma Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  Lies, masks, blood and sex. The criminal underworld will swallow you up and spit you out again. One wants revenge and the other wants peace. Can their affair bring the downfall of the two biggest gangs of the underworld?

Title: it’s like deja vu all over again Author: shadowsong26 Status: complete Rating: M Summary:  Three days ago, Padme Amidala closed her eyes for the last time in a sterile white room on an asteroid at the edge of nowhere. Three days ago, she opened them again on a sleek, chrome starship, watching Dorme putting on the finishing touches to Corde's headdress, her own weighted braids a comforting blanket on her back. Padme decides to change things, decides she can save Anakin (and the Galaxy) this time. Except, as time passes, she starts to realize things aren't happening exactly the way she remembers...

Title: (it’s not so bad) being dead like me Author: estrangedlestrange Status: complete Rating: T Summary:  Recently deceased Anakin Skywalker (killed in an taco truck explosion) finds himself not in the after life but recruited as the newest member of the undead, he’s become a grim reaper. He’s told that it’s his destiny but really he thinks it’s just rotten luck. Rotten except for the fact that one of his fellow reapers is Padmé Amidala, the most beautiful woman Anakin’s has seen, dead or alive. As he struggles to come to grips with his death and his new role in the universe, Anakin finds that taking souls isn’t the easiest job out there, he also finds himself falling in love. One-shot.

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