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holymusicalmothman · 7 months

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Sweet Nothings -- OPLA!Sanji x Reader

I've only seen the Live Action, so this is new for me. I started reading the manga a few hours ago and the anime is bookmarked on my Crunchyroll. But for now, I'm working with what I've got. So this is exclusively the Live Action. Best friends to Lovers Trope cause I wanted to. I'm not entirely happy with how this turned out so I might redo it at some point.

Also, shoutout to @avidanadvocacy who managed to like and reblog this within, like, five seconds of me posting it. They're probably the only reason I sat down and wrote this lol

Warnings: vague mentions of canon typical violence, reader is very cautious of showing the fact they're rather soft (not sure if that counts as a warning or makes sense, I'm tired lol)

No use of y/n, or those weird descriptor things, reader is gender neutral. Reader is however you imagine them

Word Count: 2.5k

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I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

You had known Sanji since you were young. You had both been around twelve at the time Zeff took you in, after you had been abandoned rather unceremoniously at the Baratie. You couldn’t remember much about the pirates who had left you behind, not that it mattered to you. You were thankful, even after all the years since, that Zeff had taken you in. You weren’t a skilled cook, but you were diligent and hard working, so you worked as a head waiter.

Having grown up around Sanji, you were used to his…antics. He was a flirt to each and every female customer, but whenever you asked, he would wave you off and laugh about it being how he simply ‘gets the customers to keep coming back.’ And you’d roll your eyes and continue on with your business. He had been your best friend for years. When you had initially met, you had simply clicked and that was that. Nothing to it.

He would make you smile on your worst days and you’d do the same for him. Because that’s what friends do. Right?

The first moment you had doubted that his friendship was just that was the day he lent you his coat.

You had just stopped in the kitchen to drop off orders and take a quick breather. The lunch rush at the Baratie was merciless on a good day.

The winds had shifted earlier in the day and despite the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, a chill passed through you and you shivered.

Within moments, a navy blue suit jacket had been deposited around your shoulders.

You turned to see Sanji grinning at you.

“Wouldn’t do for our favorite waiter to catch cold now, would it?” He said before walking deeper into the kitchen.

You smiled at his retreating form, then slipped your arms into the coat properly and rolled the sleeves so that you’d be able to work.

A bit of time had passed since then, and you stopped to survey the tables around the restaurant, putting your hands into the pockets of Sanji’s jacket.

Your fingers brushed against something and you pulled it out in confusion.

A pebble sat in the palm of your hand. Just as blue as the day you had initially found it two years back.

Zeff had sent you both for supplies and you had spotted it. It was a stunning cerulean blue and you had immediately thought of your best friend. He had told you of the All Blue, and ever since that moment you had associated the color with him. Not every shade of blue, of course, but only the ones that were the most beautiful. One’s that caught the eye and seemed to shimmer.

You had almost forgotten the tiny pebble. But this jacket…Sanji’s favorite. There would be no way he’d be unaware of it being in the pocket.

You put the stone back. Your mind racing.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

The one thing you didn’t like about the Baratie was the fighting. You knew it was inevitable, especially with pirates. You were old enough now to look past it. It was a fact of life. Sometimes it was genuine fighting, other times customers simply got into little spats that were easier to ignore.

You sighed and wandered into the kitchen. Zeff had stepped out to smooth the wrinkles on whatever argument had broken out. To be entirely honest, the dinner shift had taken it out of you and you were exhausted.

You plopped down in a chair off to the side with another heavy sigh and shut your eyes.

The clink of dishware being set before you and a chair scraping the ground next to you brought you to open your eyes again.

A rice dish sat in front of you, a glass of water next to it. Sanji’s eyes watched you carefully.

“What is it?” You knew the Baratie menu inside and out, and this was definitely not on it.

A signature smile graced his face. “Seafood risotto. Nothing terribly fancy, just terribly good.”

“Does Zeff know about this?” You asked, taking a bite. It was divine.

Blue eyes twinkled. “What the old man doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Sanji paused, smile fading and voice growing soft. “You seem tired, sweetheart.”

You tried to squash the flutter in your chest. It had been months since you found the pebble in Sanji’s coat, and you had found out that he always carried it. Your heart had run away with that information. And while the blond had called you by the same pet name for years, it felt different now that your affections towards your best friend had shifted. You kept the information to yourself, afraid of change.

So instead you shrugged, continuing to eat. “I guess I’m a little tired? The dining room has kept me on my toes all day and I didn’t sleep very easy last night.”

Sanji’s brows furrow in concern at that. “Well, make sure you finish eating. And try and get some better sleep tonight. For me, yeah?”

You swallowed. He always looked at you so sweetly. Always treated you so differently than the girls he flirted with for good tips. Now he was giving you that small smile, blond hair in his face as always, but the softness in his eyes was unmistakable.

You nodded, “Of course, Sanji.”

Your heart was doing somersaults.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "What a mind" This happens all the time

Monkey D Luffy came barrelling into both your lives like a cannonball. One moment life was as it had been for years, the next finds both you and Sanji preparing to leave the Baratie and join the crew of the Going Merry

You weren’t sure why Luffy had insisted you come too. When you had asked him, he had only shrugged with a smile, saying that it had felt like the right thing to do.

So, you made yourself useful where you could. Whether it be helping Sanji, or any of the other Straw Hats.

Luffy had soon after discovered that you enjoyed writing.

It was the day before everything went wrong.

You and Sanji had left the Baratie that afternoon, Zorro was on the road to recovery from his battle against Dracule Mihawk, and everything seemed fine .

A conversation of dreams had even arisen over a meal, and you had shyly mentioned how you enjoyed writing. Not that there was time for it while waiting tables.

Sanji was surprised and intrigued to find a new side of you. You had never mentioned it to him. It was just a silly little hobby in your eyes and, in the life you led, you had always kept those simple things to yourself. Not even sharing them with your best friend.

Luffy, however, had been delighted and immediately asked if you would document the voyage.

Granted, his wording had been more along the lines of “write down our adventures”, but same thing.

Later that night, Sanji had found you on the deck, a new journal in your hand.

“A writer, eh?” He had that soft voice again.

You nodded, refusing to look at him properly. “I want to be a famous poet someday.” You whispered, inwardly afraid of making such an admission.

The years on the Baratie had led you to shove all the soft spoken emotions deep down, gentleness was not a trait most pirates were fond of. But your new captain was the exact opposite, his kindness earning your trust instantly. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that you had found a new and true friend in Luffy.

But you’d never replace Sanji.

Your heart seemed to clench and you opened your mouth to apologize for keeping it from him, but when you looked at him, your breath caught and your voice failed you.

The chef was always sweet on you, but he looked at you in that moment as if you had hung the stars.

“What a mind.” He said quietly, as if he was simply in awe of you.

Unbeknownst to you, Sanji had been looking at you like that for years. There was a reason he called you sweetheart, why you were always the first to try his new creations, why he treated you so differently than all the other girls. A reason why he was so sweet on you.

Everyone could see it. Zorro knew. Nami knew. Usopp knew. Luffy knew. The young captain had made sure to bring you both from the Baratie. If it meant he had to separate the two of you, then Luffy would have never had Sanji come aboard as Chef.

Even Zeff knew. Which was why he had let you both go.

However, you couldn’t see it.

But in that moment, with Sanji looking at you, you were ready to throw it all away. Willing to possibly ruin years of friendship if it just meant you could kiss him once.

'Cause they said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

Nami’s betrayal had shocked you all to the core. You had only known her for such a short time, but it had still hurt.

Sanji was convinced that her alliance with Arlong wasn’t something she had chosen. Zorro seemed to only see it in black and white, positive that she had made her choice.

Luffy simply wanted to hear the truth from Nami herself. And only then would he believe it.

So the Going Merry was currently sailing for the Conomi Islands just to hear that truth.

It was once again late at night, but sleep would not come. The day’s events play over and over in your mind, keeping you wide awake.

So you headed quietly to the kitchen only to find the light on and an equally awake Sanji sitting quietly with a cup of tea, humming to himself.

You froze. You had almost kissed him the night before, fear holding you back.

But he had already seen you.

“Can’t sleep either, can you, sweetheart?”

You gave up on resisting, going to sit beside him.

Without speaking, he poured you a cup of tea, setting it before you.

“Chamomile. Should help.” Was all he said.

The day had left you both content with each other’s silence as you sat next to each other, shoulders brushing lightly. Sanji eventually went back to humming.

You couldn’t tell if it was the gentle movement of the ship as it sailed, the tea, or even Sanji himself humming softly next to you, but eventually your eyes shut.

Vaguely, you were aware of being carried and eventually set down gently in your hammock.

Something brushed your forehead and you thought you heard Sanji’s voice before you drifted fully into sleep. You felt almost certain it was a kiss, but you were too deep in the fog of sleep to deem that true. It had most likely been your imagination.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

The fight against Arlong and his pirates had once again changed everything overnight. You wouldn’t lie, it was terrifying. But you had prevailed. The Straw Hats won in the end. Nami and her village were safe.

It had brought so many things to light for you. As soon as you had all reboarded the Going Merry, you dutifully recorded the events of the day, from the villagers of Coco Village to the fight at Arlong Park, you made your way to the kitchen, needing solace from your best friend.

Your emotions had been bottled the whole day. Yes, fighting was inevitable. You were a pirate, it was simply a fact of life. But you still didn’t like it.

“Sanji?” You called.

The kitchen was empty to your surprise, so you made your way to the deck, finding him by the tangerine trees.

He had the pebble in his hand as you walked up and your heart began to race. He slipped it back into his pocket as he noticed you and you pretended not to see.

Instead you wrapped your arms around his middle, and Sanji instantly returned your hug, holding you close.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know. I think…” you trailed off.

Sanji released you from the hug, but still kept you within his arms. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded. “I think…I’m too soft for all this sometimes.” You admitted slowly. “I mean, I can do it, don’t get me wrong. But, Sanji, today was terrifying. And the Grand Line is supposed to be worse.”

That twinkle and smile were back again. “You’re not too soft, sweetheart. You’re perfect. You were strong today, and I know you don’t like fighting. But you’re brave, and you protect those you care about. Being soft doesn’t make you weak.”

“But what if it does?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Because–”

You stopped, confessions halting on your lips.

“Because what, sweetheart? Stop hiding yourself, it’s just me.”

“That’s exactly why I’m hiding.”

He frowned in confusion, silently imploring you to continue.

“Because you make me feel soft. I kept my writing to myself because somehow it always ended up being about you. Whether it be the way you look at me or even the fact you kept that pebble.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Apparently he had genuinely thought you hadn’t noticed.

“We’re supposed to be pirates, Sanji. There’s no softness allowed in this profession.”

He gently pulled you a little closer, warm breath now able to be felt on your face as he spoke, “I think we’ve already proven we’re a different sort of pirate than what’s expected, sweetheart.”

You were drowning in an ocean of greyish blue. The little nickname. That tiny sweet nothing. It wore down any and all of the final doubts and reserves in your mind and the two of you melted into each other.

He held you tightly, arms around you as both your hands grabbed tightly to his shirt, the both of you lost in a kiss that seemed like forever.

Eventually it ended, and he rested his forehead gently against yours.

“I’m in love with you, sweetheart.” He said gently. “How’s that for being soft, hmm?”

A small smile formed upon your face. The both of you had been oblivious to the other, yes. But at the same time, all of Sanji’s little sweet nothings over the years–both in words and actions–played quickly through your head. The past week had pulled everything straight to the surface.

“I love you, too.”

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothings.

Not entirely happy with this but it's late. Let me know what you think. I'm still new to this fandom, and there's a lot of content that I've yet to learn about. But I'll get there.

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loaksky · 1 year

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— 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸

the lowdown — the one where you and lo’ak are too stupid to be in love.

the who — lo’ak x fem omaticaya!reader

the word count — 3k

the tags & warnings — language (the usual), some angst with a disgustingly sweet resolution because everyone deserves happy endings aheh, lo'ak and reader are two big ol emotionally constipated bffs.

the notes — hello!! i'm back hehe. this is based on this request! <3

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Despite every voice of reason, you are green. Green with envy, green with greed.

For as long as your memory has served you, it’s always been you and Lo’ak. And while things had always seemed innocent enough, had been just two kids, two best friends, growing up together, things had started to shift.

It was well before the Sully’s and your family had sought out refuge with the Metkayina. Eyes had started to wander, hands started to linger. The two of you were treading such a fine line, teetering dangerously over the edge between just friends and something more. And you knew that he could feel it too, could see it in the way his pupils seemed to eclipse the gold of his irises.

But maybe you were mistaken. Maybe your intuition was failing you if his proximity to the olo’eyktan’s daughter was proof enough. And why wouldn’t he act on it? Tsireya was inexplicably beautiful, glowed with belonging, gentle, kind. She was the next tsahik and you were a forgettable face.

And it tears through your heart, how easy she’d seemed to wiggle her way into his heart.

Years upon years of you silently pleading that Lo’ak would finally see you was decimated with the single apparition of the Metkayina’s golden daughter.

It made you burn with rage, silently seethe with envy when you’d see him tailing her or vice versa. Made every bone in your body rattle every time you’d see a lingering touch.

“You’re steaming.”

Kiri’s voice is quiet, teasing, as you angrily puncture holes in the shells you’d collected for beadwork.

Like curtains drawing, your expression resigns, the furrow in your brows relaxing as you let go of the skinny sliver of steel.

“You did it!”

Tsireya’s voice tinkles through the air, giggles floating up the shore as she swims towards Lo’ak and grasps the hand holding up the empty half of a mollusk shell.

His smile is gooey, sweet, and you lick your bottom row of teeth before standing to your feet.

“Where are you going?” Kiri sighs, hand coming up to shade her eyes as she watches you brush sand off your legs and collect your things.

“No where,” you rush, then shrug. “I don’t know, anywhere.”

For the first time in weeks, Lo’ak is alone and Tsireya is no where to be found. You breathe a sigh of relief as you approach his hunched figure, toying with something in his lap as he grumbles to himself under the unrelenting beat of the sun.

“Lo’ak!” you call, treading through the mounds of sand to reach where he sits just outside of the shade of a banyan tree.

His spine stiffens as he peers over his shoulder and you shrink for a moment when you lock eyes. But then he flashes you such a genuine smile, you can’t help but feel like you’ve been caught in the snapshots of a moment where only the two of you exist.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes flitting to the chord wrapped around his fingers.

You don’t get a good look before he notices your gaze and quickly shoves it into the small woven bag next to him.

A lump lodges its way into your throat when you notice that the bag looks rather new, the one you’d made for him long before your arrival to Awa’atlu gone without a trace.

“Nothing,” he says quickly as you settle beside him, long legs stretched so that your toes line up with his.

You settle back against your palms, noting the way that Lo’ak is still tense.

“I miss you,” you admit softly, cheeks warming as you chance a glance at your friend. “Feel like we don’t talk anymore.”

A hum sounds from Lo’ak’s chest as he turns to face you. He studies your face momentarily and you flash him a close-lipped smile, hand coming up to tuck a beaded braid behind his ear.

He eases away as his gaze flutters over your shoulder and you don’t need to turn to know that Tsireya is approaching.

Damn this, damn it all.

“Sorry, ________,” he says shakily. “Gotta go.”

Your hand closes around his wrist as he slings the bag over his shoulder.

“Let’s meet here,” you offer. “Later tonight? I wanna spend time with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees. “Sure.”

He stands to his feet quickly and you know that Tsireya’s right behind you when a shadow shades your seated figure.

“Hi, ________,” she chirps.

When you look up, she’s smiling, dimples denting her round cheeks. As Lo’ak goes to stand next to her, your heart shrivels because she shines so bright and they look like they belong together.

“See you later,” Lo’ak rushes, pulling Tsireya away by her arm.

You bite your lip, feeling the telltale burn behind the bridge of your nose, the sting of saline as tears sheen your eyes.

Their hips bump and Lo’ak chuckles, digging into his bag to produce the craft he was hiding from you a mere moments ago.

You barely hear Tsireya gasp, a faint “it’s beautiful” leaving her lips.

You angrily dash away the tears, grasping at the frayed potential of what the two of you could’ve been. But you steel your resolve, knowing that Lo’ak wasn’t even yours to mourn in the first place.

Something ferocious in the back of your brain told you that you should have expected it. Lo’ak was too caught up, too enamored with a fresh spark to remember his promise to you.

You felt stupid, standing near the same tree the two of you had occupied a few hours prior wearing your favorite beaded top, the one Lo’ak had told you made your freckles brighter.

You feel stupider when you take a seat, hoping that getting comfortable in the sand will draw him from whatever he’s doing.

And you feel like the stupidest girl in the world when you begin nodding off, only to be startled awake some time later when someone touches your shoulder gently.

“Lo’ak?” you hoarse, voice dry from disuse.

The oldest Sully gives you a sympathetic look.

“Why don’t we get you get you to sleep,” he says quietly, fingers threading through yours to help you to your feet.

Humiliation floods your system as you and Neteyam walk side by side through the quieting night.

You decide, in that moment, to fold your hand, allowing the fate of your friendship with Lo’ak to spindle like a wisp of smoke.

He’s finally ready.

The small macrame pouch that holds the piece he labored over day in and day out, had pricked the pads of his fingers and strained his eyes, weighs heavy like the weight of his feelings for you.

“Just like how we practiced,” Tsireya reminds him, hand coming up to squeeze his shoulder. “It’s there, Lo’ak. Everyone sees it.”

He hopes so.

Because every moment leading up to this has been agonizing, has made him wrack every memory in his brain to analyze the inevitability of you and him. You’re everything to him, and he’s almost embarrassed to admit that, recently, as the chemistry between you two has started to heighten, he’s become nervous.

You make him nervous. Make his diaphragm tighten with each hitched breath, and his cheeks incorrigibly hot. Because every time he sees you, you’re no longer his gangly best friend he’d grown up with, but a blossoming, achingly beautiful young woman that he’d do atrocious things to catch the attention of.

The little pouch he grasps tightly holds his grand gesture, and he hopes it’ll speak volumes.

“She’s coming,” Tsireya says, peeking over his shoulder.

He swallows hard, blowing a shaky breath through rounded lips as he turns to face you head on.

He expects you to light up, to meet him halfway as he tries to muster enough confidence in his stride, but you barely bat an eye and every ounce of certainty seems to dissipate like sea foam.

“Hey,” he greets, smile unsure as he holds the pouch behind his back.

You don’t even stop, continuing your trek across the beach.

“Hi.”

He blinks at your retreating figure, gaze flitting to his coach for reassurance. Tsireya nods eagerly, tilting her head in your direction in encouragement.

He jogs to catch up with you, fingers closing around your elbow. He’s shocked when you jerk away from him, something indiscernible twitching through your features as you shift to make distance.

“Where you going?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“For a swim,” is all you say, tangible silence cocooning you as you glance over his shoulder.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“I’m in a rush,” you say quickly. “And I think you’ve got someone waiting on you.”

When Lo’ak’s brows furrow and he tosses a look over his shoulder, he finds Tsireya still watching the two of you eagerly,

“No, she’s just—“

You’re already meters away from him when he turns back around, words dying on his tongue as his fist tightens through the loops of the pouch.

You’re avoiding him, he realizes, when he starts seeing less and less of you.

It makes his mind race, makes him wonder what had transpired for you to withdraw from him. Insecurity begins to rear its ugly head, solidifying when a few nights after he’d tried and failed to get you alone.

There’s a bonfire and all of the villagers your age are celebrating with fruits and a swim. He’s sat by himself, staving off anyone who tries to take the empty space next to him with a glare so deathly.

You don’t plop down next to him like you usually would, though, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Instead, you’re lowering yourself onto the large stone next to Neteyam, smiling softly as he shears a chunk of fruit for you.

The pouch he’d been meaning to gift you the past week is tucked away safely in his bag, gifted from you and reinforced with new binding around the strap. It feels like it’s burning hole because it’s not where it belongs with you.

You throw your head back in quiet laughter, shoulders shaking at something his older brother says and it takes everything inside of him not to visibly roll his eyes from across the fire.

“Well?”

Someone has taken residence in the seat he’s saved for you, and his hardened jaw softens when he sees Tsireya’s curious gaze peering back at him.

“Well what?” he huffs.

“Have you said anything?” she asks.

“No,” he answers petulantly, sneaking another glance to find that whatever you’re talking about has Neteyam enraptured. “Never see her, every time we do cross paths, she’s running off.”

“Well…” Tsireya trails off. “She’s right there.”

And perhaps she’s right. You are right there, not even three meters from him, but you look devastating in firelight and the gleam of your smile rivals the stars in the night sky. In this moment, he has never felt so far away, so unsure of something in his life.

At first, he was certain, could feel it in the way your gaze was liquid when you’d spend time alone, could feel it when accidental touches lingered, then became blatant displays of affection. You were all his, he just needed to seal the deal. But now, he feels like he’s grossly misread the situation.

From meeting up with Tsireya who’d confronted him about his feelings when she’d seen you two and the way he hesitated during a kiss waiting to happen, to handpicking every single bead, jewel and shell to string through the piece he was making.

He’d spent so much time trying to find the words to mean it, but they sit heavy like stones moored to the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t know anymore,” Lo’ak whispers, shrugging his shoulders.

Despite his own aching heart, Tsireya looks wounded, the biggest supporter when it came down to the two of you.

“Why?” she asks. “Don’t you…don’t you–”

“I think I read us wrong.” It’s like acid, thinking that maybe he’d read between the wrong lines.

Tsireya scoffs.

“Definitely not,” she giggles. “Don’t lose a good thing, Lo’ak.”

His eyes flit to you again, stomach caving when the juice of the fruit spills from the corner of your lips and Neteyam shamelessly thumbs it away.

It’s his final straw, standing so quickly, everyone who’d been engrossed in their own bubbles have now shifted their attention to the sudden movement.

He’s crossing the circle, fingers circling your wrist as he swiftly pulls you to your feet and leaves the fire with you and his bag in tow.

“Lo’ak,” you huff as he pulls you far from wandering eyes and piqued ears.

He doesn’t relent until you’re digging your heels into the sand, his name like venom on your tongue.

“Lo’ak, you’re hurting me,” you bite.

He snaps away likes he’s been burned, expression unreadable as he turns to face you.

“What’s going on between you and Neteyam?” he blurts, chest heaving.

Your gaze is narrowed, lips pursed as you glare up at him.

“Nothing,” you retort.

“That didn’t look like nothing,” he argues, then his gaze melts and he’s blinking like he’s trying to salvage the clarity in the situation. “What’s going on?”

“I just told you—”

“With us?”

Now you look confused, features pinched as the breeze rustles your skirt.

“What do you mean us?” You say it like you can’t fathom the idea of you and him and it makes all of the emotions simmer dangerously.

“Are you really gonna do this?” he asks quietly.

“Do what?” you parrot, obviously vexed with the back forth.

“Act like there’s nothing between us!” he shouts so thunderously, you recoil, eyes wide and searching his.

“Is there?” you ask incredulously.

“Don’t play stupid.” His voice shakes and something is blooming in your chest.

“You’re the one who’s stupid,” you whisper.

Lo’ak scrubs peeved hands down his face, finally exploding with the words that have been teeming his brain.

“You’re right!” he agrees bitterly. “I am stupid. Stupid for ever thinking that you’d see me the same way I see you!”

You freeze, watching as he unravels.

“Stupid for wasting my time trying to get it right, for reading into every stupid time you’d look at me like we could be something more and so fucking stupid for thinking you’d give us a shot!”

Your throat bobs audibly.

“But Tsi–”

“What about her?” he cries out. “Why do you have to worry about everything else but you and me?”

“Why are you here with me when you should be with her?” you finally shout, all the envy and rage finally coming to a head. “Why are we even–“

“What are you– Why would I want to be with her with it’s always been you?”

The words cling to the air, completely unveiled, no room to be misconstrued.

It’s always been you.

“I spend all my time with her trying to get this right,” he says quietly. “Trying to get us right.”

Your heart is beating like a war drum in your chest.

“Why are you so blind?” he huffs. “Why can’t— Why can’t you just want me back?”

The first tear falls and Lo’ak thinks he’s really gone and done it now. But honestly, truly, it’s because you realize you’ve had it all wrong this entire time.

Lo’ak, your sweet sweet boy, was just severely misunderstood. Had finally encountered someone nearly as soft as you and took the opportunity not to learn about her, but learn about you. About what you could like, what he could do to secure a future with you.

As he digs through his bag, your breath is still caught in your throat. He grabs your hand a moment later, depositing a macrame pouch into your sweaty palm.

“Here,” he grunts, resigned. “Made this for you.”

He doesn’t even wait as you turn it over into your other hand, fingers trembling as you unravel an anklet made with care.

You know you can’t let it end like this. Like salt in the wind, you’d tasted a mere flutter of what it was like to want and be wanted.

“Wait, Lo’ak,” you whimper. “Wait.”

He stops, still facing the fire in the distance.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask softly, closing the distance so that your bodies are a hairsbreadth from each other.

Like muscle memory, your forehead connects with the expanse between his shoulder blades, the warmth of his skin finally feeling like home after so many weeks of reserve.

“I didn’t think I had to,” he admits, tension melting from his shoulders when he feels how close you are. “I thought you felt it too.”

“I do,” you affirm after a beat. “Of course I do.”

He turns to face you, eyes hazy as you bow your head in embarrassment.

You’d been so cold, so foolish when all you had to do was see. You clutch the anklet, beads blurring as you imagine Lo’ak toiling over the intricate threading.

“I love it,” you whisper.

I love you, is a silent insinuation and Lo’ak can’t help the way the corners of his lips turn up.

“I was hoping you would,” he swallows. “I wanted it to mean something, so I made an anklet so that…you know…”

Maybe you really were stupid but no, you didn’t know.

You blink up at him and his shoulders shake with a laugh.

“Means that even if I’m not with you physically–” He smiles, hand coming up to your face. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The sentiment makes you go soft, fingers twitching hesitantly as you reach for his own.

You’re opening your mouth to say something, but you’re cut off with a loud groan.

“Dude, just kiss already!” You think it’s Kiri and Lo’ak is throwing the nastiest glare over his shoulder as your smile widens.

He’s gearing up for a snarky retort to his sister, but you’re pushing up on your toes and your hands find purchase on his shoulders and with your faces millimeters apart, it seems like everything seems to shift to stillness.

You hear the way his throat bobs and you breathe a laugh through your nose.

“Let me kiss you?” you ask quietly.

He licks his lips before nodding once.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Please.”

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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 2 - Memories of Velis

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[Water City Velis]

~ Later ~

In front of us, there's a white sandy beach and... a crystal-clear sea stretching out. The pleasant sea breeze and the sound of waves seemed to welcome us.

Muu: "Wow! The sea really is cool and feels great!"

Lucas: "Fufu, Muu, it looks like you're having a blast."

> "He seems to have a lot of fun at the beach"

Watching Muu play in the sea from the shade of the trees are me and the butlers from the third floor.

Lamli: "Buu looks like he's having a good time... I wanna go into the sea too..."

Nac: "Lamli, you've said that just a while ago. Give it up already. Even though we're taking the turn to rest in Velis... in case of an emergency, we must join immediately."

Lamli: "I know that without you telling me! You're such a pain... Besides… we need to be on standby for emergencies, but... in this heat... Wearing these clothes while waiting is... It's just weird!"

Lucas: "I agree with Lamli on that... It's an order from above, so we can't do much about it. It's only June, so the temperature isn't that high, but... Velis does have strong sunlight."

> "Lamli, are you okay?"

Lamli: "Thanks for worrying! My lord! I'm fine for now since I'm using a parasol!"

Trudge… trudge… trudge… *marching on sand*

Muu: "Ehehe… Everyone, I'm back!"

> "Welcome back, Muu."

Muu: “...Sneeze!”

Lucas: "Oops... Was the water a bit cold?"

Nac: "It would be a problem if you caught a cold. Muu, please use this towel. After drying yourself, let's brush your fur with this brush. And this outfit that Flure made... Let's put it on elegantly.”

Muu: “Yes, Mr. Nac!"

Rustle… rustle…

Muu: "Phew~...! Thank you very much!"

Nac: "Yes! You're done changing."

> "You're well-prepared, Nac"

Nac: "Fufu, as a butler, I'm always prepared. I equip myself for diverse situations to ensure a prompt response. This level of readiness is simply part of my role as your butler."

Lamli: "I get what he's saying, but... Nac's way of saying it is annoying."

Nac: "Did you say something, Lamli?"

Lucas: "Alright, both of you. Stop, stop. We have a whole day to spend freely with the lord... Is it okay to spoil it with such a trivial argument?"

Lamli: "Ugh... well..."

Lucas: "We can freely act in Velis only for today. Tomorrow, we'll depart for a different city and have to return to escorting nobles. So, I think we should cherish this time. How about you two?"

Nac: "That's right. It's as Mr. Lucas said. My lord, excuse our rudeness."

Lamli: "I'm sorry, my lord.”

> “It's fine” > “Don't mind it”

Lamli: "My lord! Today, we're going to make sure you have a great time! Let's create the best memories together!"

> “Okay” > "Looking forward to it"

Lucas: "Well then, my lord. Let's stroll through the streets of Velis."

And so, we left the sea behind and headed towards the city.

[Water City Velis, East Area]

After walking for a while, we found ourselves in the eastern area of Velis. Velis is divided into four areas, and the east is known for having many restaurants and places to eat.

Muu: "We've been to this place before, right, my lord?"

> "Yes, indeed"

Lucas: "Come to think of it... The last time we came to Velis was last summer. We were assigned to guard the festival... The three of us on the third floor were in charge of this eastern area."

Nac: "It brings back memories. It's almost a year since that request."

Lamli: "Seriously... time flies. Especially since the lord arrived… The days seem to pass by incredibly quickly."

Nac: "Indeed. I feel the same way. The time spent with the lord is intense, and full of happiness, …. Fufu… probably because there's always a sense of new excitement and discovery with them."

> "Do you think so?"

Nac: "Yes... I'm sure the other butlers share this sentiment as well."

Lucas: "Fufu... Yeah, that's right."

> "Thank you. I feel the same way too"

Lamli: "But really! Thank you for giving us such happy and fulfilling days!"

Muu: "Fufufu ♪ The relationship between us butlers and the lord is really good! I suddenly wondered, though... Is the relationship between other nobles and their butlers like this too?"

Lucas: "Hmm, I doubt it. Our relationship with the lord is quite a unique case."

> (That's true...) > “I see”

Lucas: "During last year's June Bride, we even took wedding photos together. Well, I was the one who suggested it, though."

> “Yeah that happened” > "Normally, butlers don't take wedding photos with their lord, right?"

Lamli: "That photo session… was so much fun. I'd like to do it again~"

Nac: "Fufu... looking back... We've done various things with the lord. For example, here in Velis... We made an original tropical juice for the lord."

Muu: "I remember! It was a large glass of juice, right?"

Nac: "Yes. It was prepared with the concept of 'Something suitable for the lord who has a heart as vast as the sea'."

> "How nostalgic"

Lamli: "And then...! We also gazed at the stars with the lord! Lying on the beach at night… We spent the best night looking up at the Velis night sky!"

Lucas: “We took turns lying down between the three of us… We lay next to the lord, looking up at the stars. I actually planned to offer a lap pillow to the lord… but the lord was nervous and refused.”

> "Of course I would be nervous hearing such an offer…!"

Muu: "A lap pillow for the lord... That's not something you'd see in the relationships between other lords and butlers…"

Nac: "Not zero, but I'd say it's almost none."

Lamli: "Stop talking about what other butlers do, Buu! We are who we are. Don't worry about unnecessary things; we just need to focus on making our lord happy!"

Muu: "It looks like Mr. Lamli and the others are also having fun, though..."

Lamli: “E-errr..."

Nac: "Muu makes sharp remarks from time to time, doesn't he?"

Lucas: “Fufu... But you see, Muu... We're not forcing the lord to do any of it. Surely, a kind and open-minded lord like them… wants to bring us joy… By creating enjoyable moments that just skirt the boundaries of our roles as butlers… I believe that's what they're aiming for. Right, my lord?

> (Answering this question feels a bit embarrassing...)

I quietly nodded, feeling a bit nervous.

Muu: "I see! Fufufu. The relationship between the lord and the butlers is really good! It's so wonderful!"

Lucas: "Giving lap pillows for the lord..."

Nac: "Hm? Did you say something, Mr. Lucas?"

Lucas: "Uh-uh, it's nothing. Now then, my lord. While reminiscing about these nostalgic memories… Shall we walk a bit more through the city?"

> “Yes” > "Let's do that"

And so… we continued to explore the city of Velis while sharing memories.

note: I forgot it's called Venice in English. Could've written it as Velice. Idk if there is any official English spelling for the places, so please let me know if there is.

And just to clarify, the "Uh-uh" is not a stutter. It's like the negative version of "Uh-huh".

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moonlightazriel · 1 year

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Monster /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel always saw himself as a monster, but his new found mate was there to show him that he was wrong.

Warnings: None, maybe a little bit of angsty.

Word Count: 2,8K

Notes: Adventure time is one of my favorite cartoons, and this is one of the best songs Marceline ever sang in the show, i knew from the moment i decided to do this project that this song fitted Azriel and i wanted to write it.

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I know we'll never grow old together 'Cause you'll never grow old to me You're the pink in my cheeks And I'm scared 'cause that means I'm a little bit soft

Azriel looked at the female in front of him, her big eyes looking at him so intensely that he shifted from a feet to another, uncomfortable as she kept quiet, the anxiety building up in his chest, he tried to hold back, keep it for himself, tried not let her feel in their newly found bond. The golden thread, tethering them together for the rest of their lives, glowed brighter as she explored it, he could feel the pull in his chest, pulling him straight to her arms.

He was afraid, his mind racing, he stood still, unaware that her eyes sparkled even brighter than the connection between them, just like him, Y/N have dreamed of this moment, longing for the feeling her friends and sisters have described, she grew up seeing what the mating bond was capable to do, how happy her parents were, how they loved each other like there was no one else in the world for them, like they were each others whole universe.

She never lost her hope of finding her other half, her equal in every way, even as she grew older and her past experiences with love weren’t that good, she imagined how they would met, how he or she looked like, what their children would look like, if they were going to be happy to have her as a mate. She knew that there was something special about Azriel the second he stepped on Feyre’s gallery, she have been friends with Polina and Ressina for a really long time, the passion for art brought them together, but with Polina’s passing during the attack on the city, things never have been the same.

When Feyre offered the two a place in the gallery, Y/N and Ressina were more than welcoming to her idea, Feyre would never replace Polina but her friendship was something Y/N cherished with all of her heart, the High Lady was kind, attentive with everyone and really talented so she fit just right with the two other artists. Sina and Fey were in the back when Azriel visited the studio for the first time, Y/N was sitting in front of her canvas, painting the night sky, her hands and face were covered in shades of dark blue, purple and black, she was so distracted that she didn’t noticed the shadowsinger entering, his eyes looking everywhere, both admiring the space and looking for his High Lady.

He caught the soft sound of the brush, his eyes falling on the pretty female sitting behind a huge canvas, he walked a little to the side, now he could see her fully, she was wearing a stained apron, underneath, black pants and a huge sweater covered her body, her hair was up in a bun with a few loose strand falling on her face, she moved her dirty hand, removing the hair from her eyes, staining her face with a purple line in the process, he then noticed the points of color she had on her face, probably from doing the same thing a few times. She was the prettiest female he had ever laid his eyes on, and suddenly he recognized her.

His eyes widened a little, she was the female he had saw in this same street, rushing people inside the stores, running with a kid in her arms, making sure she saved as many people she could save. He cleared his throat, trying not to startle her, she lift her eyes to him, drinking in the sight of the Spymaster from the night court, of course she knew who he was, but she never had saw him so close to her, she noticed his hazel eyes and how they carried a tint of gold when he looked at her, his fluffy black hair underneath a beanie, the snowflakes covering his heavy coat and his boots.

“Hi, you must be Azriel.” Her voice was soft, calming, a weird feeling of peace washed over him and all he wanted to do was hear her talking again. She got up, walking towards him, extending her hand. “I’m Y/N.” He looked at her hand, covered in paint, she looked at it too, ready to pull her hand back when Azriel gloved hand held hers, shaking it.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, have you seen Feyre?” His voice sent shivers down her spine, even with a glove on she could feel a spark of electricity as they held hands, it was briefly but she couldn’t help thinking if he felt the same, she looked for any indication in his face but found nothing.

“She’s in the back, you will find her that way.” She said, retrieving her hand quickly, he thanked her and walked towards the direction she indicated, leaving her alone with a tingly in her hand, the one she was holding close to her heart.

But don't beat yourself up Bonnie It wasn't just the Sun that I was hiding from We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live And I'm still scared that I'm not good enough

He kept finding reasons to go the studio, no one understood at first why he wanted to go there so bad until Feyre invited the inner circle over, the three artists were waiting for them with pastries and tea, Fey was so excited for her family to meet her new friends, she was a really happier version of herself around Y/N and Sina. It took one look at the shadowsinger when Y/N approached him for them to know that she was the reason behind the changing in his behavior. All of them noticed Azriel tensed shoulders at her presence and how his eyes followed her everywhere she went, they also noticed how she smiled brighter to him than she did to the others, of course she was really nice to them but with Azriel was just something else.

He couldn’t help how his heart would hammer against his chest whenever she smiled at him, he couldn’t even count how many times he had to hold himself from cupping her face between his hands and kiss her, he wanted so badly but he knew he was undeserving, he didn’t dare touch her and ruin her pureness and innocence, she was an angel, he wasn’t good enough for her and would never be no matter how bad he tried.

She was light, while he was darkness, he knew she was just being nice to him, so he stopped visiting for a while, he wanted to protect his heart, he had suffered enough in his life, he didn’t need any more suffering, but he felt empty, alone, like something was missing from his chest, like he didn’t have a heart anymore, his heart now belonged to her, he felt like a hollow shell when she wasn’t around, he was firm in his decision even if this meant that he would end up miserable, he didn’t care, he just needed to stay away until this feeling vanished and he could go back to his normal self.

But it wasn’t any easier for her either, she noticed his absence and it was like she was being trapped under water, she has known Azriel for only a few months but now she felt like he was her air, and it was impossible to breath with him gone, her friends noticed how she looked after a few weeks, she smiled at them but it wasn’t like before, they saw how every time the door opened she would look up quickly and drop her gaze when she saw that it wasn’t Azriel there. Feyre and Sina were worried for their friend, trying to cheer her up but nothing seemed to work.

“Feyre.” Y/N came to her one day, her voice low as she looked at the blonde. “If you see Azriel, tell him that I miss having tea with him.” Feyre noticed her eyes filled with tears and her heart broke for her friend, it was obvious that Y/N had feeling for him, and he deliberately decided to ignore her? Feyre felt angry with his behavior, but she felt even angrier with the next words that dropped from Y/N’s mouth. “And please, tell him that if I did something wrong, I’m sorry.”

I've always felt like a Monster Long before I was bit But only seen as a monster Let's just say I'm used to it

Ever since he was a little kid, people would treat him like he didn’t deserved any happiness and goodness, and as he grew up, with his job and all the dirty things he did, he knew they were right. He always felt like a monster, but he tried to brush this thought aside, it was impossible to do it though, when one day Feyre came to Rhys’s office, she knew the two of them were in there, she stormed in, her hands on her waist and a disappointed look on her face.

“What’s your problem Azriel?” He looked at her, honestly confused, she never talked to him like this. “You decided to give Y/N all of your attention, treated her good to disappear? She’s been so sad, she’s nothing like she used to be cuz she misses you.” Azriel blinked a couple of times, she missed him. “She came to me today and do you know what she asked me?” He denied, he felt small under his High Lady’s harsh gaze, he resisted the urge to cringe in his seat. “To tell you that if she’s done something wrong, she’s sorry for it. She thinks it’s her fault that you vanished in thin air, so if you have a fucking problem with her, be a grown up man and solve it with her so she can be herself again.”

Feyre left short after, Rhysand gave him an apologetic look, he knew why his brother decided to distance himself from Y/N, he tapped on Azriel’s shoulder before going after his mate. Azriel sunk further into his seat, he felt worse to know he was hurting her than he ever felt torturing someone in the chambers underneath the Hewn City. He knew what he should do, grabbing his coat, he left in a rush, something told him exactly where to find her, he ran until his legs protested and his lungs were claiming for air, his shadows a blurry behind him.

“She’s inside.” Sina told him as he stopped at the front door of the gallery, she didn’t looked harshly at him like Feyre did, instead, she grabbed his hand and looked at him in the eyes. “I’ve heard that the shadowsinger of the night court has a lot of problems expressing his feelings, don’t let her go Azriel, Y/N is unique and deserve to find love, don’t go in there if you’re not sure about your feelings.” Her words hit him deeper and he nodded, he was more than sure and was ready to claim her back. Sina smiled at him shaking her head approvingly. “Then go there and bring our girl back.”

He opened the door slowly, his breath uneven as the thought rushed in his mind,his heart was a drum in his chest, she was cleaning her space, the door closed behind him, the sound soft but she heard anyway.

“You can go home Sina, it’s going to take a while here.” Her head turned to his direction, she looked at him surprised, her heart stopping, he looked as beautiful as ever, his characteristic scent hit her nostril, she sniffed, letting the aroma mess with her head and her heart. “Oh, hello Azriel.” Her tone was heavy with sadness and he felt his heart breaking at the sound, she wasn’t like this and knowing that it was his fault made him feel guilty.

And I grew tough 'cause love had only hurt me back But loving you is a good problem to have

And I'm used to that, but I could get used to this Yeah I'm used to that, but I could get used to this

“I’m sorry I disappeared.” He blurted out, barely holding himself, his feet carrying him towards her, she looked even more surprised and leaned in the desk behind her, crossing her arms in front of her chest while she waited for him to continue. “I was scared.” He sounded small as he confession slip through his lips.

“Of what?” She rose an eyebrow and pressed her lips on a thin line.

“Whatever was happening between us, I’ve been in love with the same female for centuries, until I realized that she was never going to reciprocate what I felt. Every single time I reminded myself that I wasn’t worth loving and that this kind of thing just wasn’t for me, I was afraid of this…” He gesticulated between them he felt weird being so direct about his feelings but Sina’s words ringed on his head, so he kept going. “Because all that love has ever brought me was pain, I was trying to protect myself and I was foolish to think I could hide forever from this feeling, from you. You may feel the same or not but I just wanted you to know, you deserved the truth.” He was panting after he finished and a silent tear fell down her cheek, he was looking anywhere but her when he talked, but when his eyes lifted to meet hers, he felt it.

They both gasped at the same time, the mating bond was something special, unique, but it was even rare when it snapped for both mates at the same time, Azriel felt like he was being punched in the stomach, all the air left his lungs, the line between them was so clear that he extended his hand, trying to touch it.

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me.” The look in Y/N’s eyes changed, the joy fading and give space to anger, how dared he say such a thing when she couldn’t be happier that he was the one for her?

“Don’t you dare saying this ever again.” He looked at her, she was being serious, the burning in her gaze so strong that he could feel the heat.

“But you deserve someone good for you!”

“And who would be better than my freaking mate? Azriel you're my equal, my other half, the perfect match for me, can’t you see it?” She asked him in disbelief.

“Just because the Mother said?” He asked, now he was the one who was angry, she would never be like him, she would never be a monster.

“Because I know ever since I first touched you.” She yelled, stepping forward and running to the back of the studio, Azriel felt confused but she got back quickly, holding a big canvas, the anger faded as he looked at the portrait. “Because this is how a see you, no matter what you have done, you’re perfect to me.” He touched the paint, he never considered himself the prettiest of the males, but through her eyes, he was beautiful, he was pure, he was lovable. “I painted this after our first meeting, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. No matter how I tried to think about something else, you were in every thought that crossed my mind, from that day to this.”

And I know we'll never grow old together 'Cause you'll never grow old to me You're the pink in my cheeks And I love that it means I'm a little bit soft

“You may not want this, because you think you don’t deserve a mate, but if you change your mind, I’ll be happy to wait for you.” Azriel blushed, his tough facade breaking as he stepped closer to her, cupping her face with his scarred hands, his lips met hers and he melted away, he kissed her like the world was about to end, they kissed until they needed air, they separated, both gasped for air, her lips were swollen and red.

“I never wanted something more than I want this.” He whispered and she nodded, turning away from him, leaving him confused, standing in the middle of the room, when she got back, Azriel almost collapsed on the ground, his knees felt weak and he could feel his body shaking, she was holding a plate filled with food and walking towards him. “Are you sure?” He asked one more time as she offered him the food.

“I’m sure, more than I’ve ever been in my entire life.” She grabbed a cookie, bringing it to Azriel’s lips, he opened his mouth, taking a bite from the dessert, they felt it at the same time, how the bond seemed alive and the love pouring from them both. “My mate.” She whispered to him.

“My mate.” He whispered back, for once feeling like he was getting everything he deserved in life.

You're the pink in my cheeks And I love that it means I'm a little bit soft

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You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

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winterspiderpurrs · 2 years

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Irondad and spiderson where tony going to orphanage to visit children and meets smart, shy peter

Sorry for the late response! Things have been allover the place and it kinda reflects in this lil prompt but I tried! Hope you still like!

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When someone at a board meeting mentioned Tony needing an heir for the business he brushed it off. He is still young and in the prime of his life! And when he tells Pepper what someone said about him needing a kid Pepper scoffs at him.

" Hey now! I would be a great dad if I wanted!"

That leads Tony to really think about being a dad. He loves his single life but he can see the appeal of coming home, helping a young mind grow and going on Dad activities that he himself missed out on. He wouldn't want to be like his own Father. Too busy, to absent, to quick to anger. But trying to find the right partner to have a kid with? That's a big issue. Too many greedy ppl who would use the kid as collateral.

When he brought it up to Happy he just laughed and went "Well you could always adopt and avoid baby mama's that way" he was joking but Tony never thought about that before. Maybe adoption would be the best option. Which leads us to today at a small orphanage outside of New York.

With in hoodie, baseball cap and shades on he steps into the meeting hall. Everyone working on site had to sign a wavier that they could not disclose who was visiting today. Kids were brought in one at a time, some he talked to for 15 mins some 5 a couple got about 25mins before they asked him about IronMan or how rich he was, about how he was famous etc. It was a bit exhausting. When the bell rang in the building similar to how a school bell would ring the matron of the facility knocked on the door letting him know its lunch time and he was more than welcome to sit in the cafeteria with them or even eat outside since it was a nice day.

Grabbing a tray and heading outside to get away from all the noise he glanced around looking at some of the empty tables but what drew his attention was a mop of curly brown hair. It was a young boy, maybe around age 7? Its hard to judge by how small the figure was. He was hunched over with a mini screwdriver taking apart or putting together what appears to be a radio of some sorts.

Walking over he clears his throat

" Mind if I sit here Kid?"

The boy looks up kinda shocked, mouth hanging open as he stares up at Tony before blushing. He nods his head.

"Sure Mister...Mister Stark." Tony laughs

" I thought the hat would work with hidding who I was."

The little boy shakes his head a little, looking down fiddling with one of the plastic parts of his radio " Not a good enough...disguise if everyone is talking about...about you being here..."

Tony sits, organizing the food on his tray before nodding his head "True. So you know me, but everyone does, what's your name kid?"

" oh umm yes I'm Peter.... Peter Parker.."

Taking a bite of his club sandwich, he reached out and poked at the radio that Peter was working on. " Well Peter, what are you working on there?"

And there they sat as Peter shy explained how the radio broke when it fell so he was fixing it with parts he has found and collected over the past few weeks. They sat there for a good hour talking about the best way to fix the radio, what Peter was learning in school or what he was interested in. Peter never once brought up money, iron man, how famous Tony was. Though he does acknowledge in his own way that he is aware of those things.

By the time the matron came over to let Tony know that they can start the meet and greets again his mind was made up.

Peter Parker deserves to be his son. He was perfect.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Stay With Me (Pt. 08 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Nightmare

It's amazing to know you're excited about the party. Luke is two months old, and since you had a welcome party in-store, you turned it into a birthday party. It'll happen later tonight, by nightfall, and you're enjoying the last moments before you have to leave the bedroom and start organizing things.

After brushing your teeth and hair, you leave the bathroom, smiling to see Daryl still lied in bed. He seems peaceful, eyes closed, so handsome in the morning light. You've been wanting to tell him something, it's been a while... But you never get the right time. Or maybe you're just a little scared...

But looking at him now, it just fades away. You and Daryl have been in a solid relationship, and despite the short time, things have been amazing. Perfect. Carol is even talking about moving out, so you and Daryl can have your own space, but you don't want to push her to it. In the privacy of your bedroom, you're fine. And living with Carol is nice.

“Hey, D.” You say in a soft voice, going to the bed and climbing on top of him. Daryl grunts something, his eyes opening, hands coming to your hips and waist. “Are you awake?”

“I am now that a kitten came to lie down on me.” He mumbles as you move up until your face is at the same level as his. You place your legs around his hips, hands sustaining your weight on each side of his head.

“Sorry.” You mutter, moving to stand up. But Daryl's grip gets tighter, and you let yourself fall, collapsing against his chest, giggling. “Alright, alright. But listen up now...”

“What is it?” He brings a hand to your face, fingers caressing your chin.

“Uhm...” Blushing a little, you clear your throat. “I... I think... No, I do.”

Daryl raises an eyebrow, and you can tell he's trying to figure it out on his own. “Ya wanna break apart?” He bursts out suddenly. “ ‘Cause if that's what ya want, I–”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” You say in a sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes. “I'm literally on top of you, Daryl Dixon. How can you possibly think I want to end things?” Moving to sit up, straddling his hips, you cross your arms. “What do you have in this pretty head of yours? Only hunting skills?”

“Yer very funny.” In a sudden motion, Daryl pulls you down again, switching positions so he's on top of you instead. “What is it then?” He asks, his face way too close.

“Can I kiss you first?”

“Nah. Ya got me curious.”

“Alright...” Taking a deep breath, you gather up some courage to push the words out. “I want a baby.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at Daryl's funny face. “What?”

“Don't ya have one already?”

“Yeah...” Mumbling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“I want another baby.” Smirking, you place a kiss on his lips. He's fast to kiss you back, a hand cupping your cheek. “So. What do you think?” You ask when you pull away.

“How are ya plannin’ to get one?”

You're not sure if his intention was to make you blush, but you're blushing anyway. “Uhm... First I need to get married.”

“Get married? People don't care about these things anymore.” He answers quickly, and you wonder if you went too far. Maybe it's way too early, and these thoughts should be kept inside your heart for a while longer.

“I know but... That's exactly why I care.” Sighing, you avoid his eyes. “I'm sorry, we haven't talked about this and I don't even know if–”

“Hey, calm down.” With his thumb and index finger on your chin, he makes you look at him again. You always appreciates Daryl's touch, it doesn't matter how small it is. It took a while for him to get comfortable enough to do this so easily, and you never take it for granted. He's always gentle as if you're a porcelain doll. He's never rough, never violent, not with you. Loving Daryl happened fast and strong, and it's a feeling that only grows, every passing day. “Ya wanna talk about it we'll talk about it.”

“It's just that... I-I love you. With all my heart and... It does feel like we already have this family thing going on and...” Daryl has fallen into this father role, and he's absolutely amazing with Luke. He can make him fall asleep in minutes, and you love to watch as he rocks the baby to sleep. And those moments always get your mind racing. He's already being such a good father so maybe he'd like a baby of his own... And you'd like to give him that. “...It got me thinking.”

“I love ya too, babygirl. But marriage... It would bound you with me on a whole different level.” Daryl sits up, and you follow his movement, your arms still around his neck, keeping him close. “I wanna make sure ya have the choice ta’ walk away when ya want to.”

“I won't walk away, Dixon. I love you.” He needs to be reassured of that from time to time, but you don't mind. You want to spend the rest of your life making sure Daryl knows he's loved. That he's desired and wanted. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life and if that's what you want too... You know, I'm a girlish girl, I'd like to get married someday, and honestly, if not with you then I won't marry anyone else.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, a shiver rolling down your spine, feeling his fingers caressing your bare thigh.

“Ya sure ya want this? With me? Are ya sure about what yer talking about?”

“I am.” You mutter in a low voice, blushing. “I am.” Repeating in a low voice, you kiss him, slowly at first, but soon enough his taste overcomes everything, and you think he feels the same since he deepens the kiss. Pulling him down again, you smile when his hand touches a ticklish spot on your side.

“Hey, you two!” Carol calls, knocking on the door. “Wake up. There's a lot to do today.”

Daryl grunts in response, not pulling away from the kiss.

But Carol is right. It'll be a long day and both you and Daryl have stuff to get ready for the party.

The day passes by quickly since you're helping everyone a little. The only thing you can't do is lift heavy stuff. Daryl forbade it, with Denise backing him up, you have no idea for how long. The party will happen at Rick's house since the living room is the biggest, and you spend hours there decorating everything. You try not to think too much about all the people who will be here tonight. You know them, you befriended them, they won't hurt you.

When it's finally time to go, you're impressed by how you feel. Happy, not scared, and actually excited. You never thought stuff like this would ever happen again. It's silly, but it keeps people sane, said Deanna. The sun is making its way to the horizon when you're getting dressed. You chose to wear a dress Daryl brought you from one of his runs. It's a light shade of blue, with thin straps and a nice cleavage in the back, reaching a few inches below the mid of your thighs. You never wear anything that will show the scar on your leg, you don't like it. Nor what it represents. You're putting on your flats when Daryl comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp, but completely dressed. He's wearing what he usually wears, always dark colors, but you don't mind. You really like it.

“Are you ready?” You ask, turning on your heels to face him. Daryl doesn't answer, eyes locked on you, lingering for so long it makes you blush. “D? Cat got your tongue?”

“Nah, it just...” He looks down at his feet before making his way over you. “Ya look beautiful, that's all.”

“Thanks.” Smiling shyly, you tiptoe to kiss him. “But I'll need a coat for when the night falls... Mind if I get one of yours?”

“Won't ya ever stop stealin’ my clothes?” Daryl fakes an annoyed tone, but it takes two seconds for his lips to break into a smile.

“Well, you stole my heart, Dixon. I'm just looking for revenge.” Winking at him, you search on the wardrobe for one of his jackets. “Now let's get going. Maggie and I baked this brownies and I'm dying for one.” Grabbing the jacket, you take his hand and leave the bedroom.

Carol is already there, so you just have to take little Luke and head out. He wants Daryl this time, so he's the one carrying him to Rick's place. As you walk there, the wind messes with your hair, and you try to keep it from your face.

“Who are the new residents, by the way?” You just remembered them. If the day wasn't so hectic, you'd ask Daryl to introduce you to them, just so you could know their faces before having to meet them at the party.

“Two men. Aaron found them starving to death a hundred miles Northwest. They're alright I guess. Since Deanna allowed them to stay.” Daryl reassures you, his free hand taking yours. “Ya ok?”

“Yeah... I'm excited, actually.” As you climb the few steps to the porch, Luke giggles, you're not sure why. “Right, little one?” Stopping by the front door, you step closer to the baby in Daryl's arm. “Are you excited too? For your party? Two months old already, you're growing up so fast.” You're still baby-talking when the door is opened, a smiley Carl gesturing for you to get in.

“C'mon, let's get ya those brownies,” Daryl says as you step inside.

It takes no time for people to come to talk to Luke, him becoming the center of attention. He throws himself on Maggie's arms, who happily welcomes him.

“(Y/N),” Rick says and you turn on your heels to talk to him. Daryl remains close, and you know why. But you feel fine, comfortable around these people. “Judith said a funny word this morning. I wonder where she learned it.” He has his hands on his hips, and you innocently shrug your shoulders.

“What word?”

“Damn it,” Daryl answers, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Rick nods, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh my gosh. Where could she have heard such a thing?” She learned it from you because that's what you exclaim almost a hundred times a day and that's not really a secret anymore. “I'm sure she said something like ‘dang it’ so I don't see how that's my fault. ‘Dang it’ it's not that bad is it?”

“Well, I think–”

“(Y/N). Daryl.” Deanna calls, and you give Rick a smirk, meaning you're happy to be saved from this conversation. Turning around, you focus on Deanna. “Come, you're the only ones who haven't met Michael and Daniel yet.”

“Ok.” You can't help but feel a little anxious to meet new people, so you grab Daryl's arm as you follow Deanna through the living room.

“Over here.” She gestures, a kind smile on her lips. “This is Daniel, and Michael, they were found–”

Her words fade when both men turn to look at you. Their faces are unmistakable, and you feel yourself sinking, skin burning, head spinning as it all comes back.

Their voices, touches, and threats. You're suddenly back there, in the darkness, starving, freezing, waiting, wishing for death to come before they did. You're in the basement where your screams used to echo. All of your wounds start hurting, pulsing, as if they were reopened, all over again.

You never got the names, but you'll never forget the faces. One of them, the you thought looked like Rick, has a smile on his lips. The same sick, wicked smile, the same he had every time he went to see you, never failing to draw some blood.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He says, in the same tone he used to. Low, dark, more animal than human.

What happens next is a blur. There's yelling, and Daryl suddenly isn't by your side anymore. He's a blur, moving towards both men, drawing punches. You're pulled back by someone, you don't know where, but you know it isn't Daryl. You know his touch by heart, and it's the only touch you want.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing whoever that was, sinking, falling backward until you hit a wall. You want to disappear again, to vanish from existence. With both hands covering your ears, you push yourself into the wall, hoping it'll absorb you, hide you.

“Take them. Now.”

“The trial happens tomorrow.”

“Lock those assholes up.”

“Enjoy your last night on Earth.”

The words have no meaning, they just keep echoing. The low chattering, the many footsteps... Why are you still here? Why can't you be strong for once and just run? Run where? If they're here... Where else could you go?

“Babygirl,” his low, calming voice is like a beacon, lighting up the darkness, bringing you back, pulling you into consciousness again. Into life.

Moving just a little, hands off your ears and muscles relaxing, you look at him, immediately running to his arms. “They're here. They're here, they... They found me.”

“Alright, calm down now.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your back. “Let's get ya outta here.”

Nodding, you offer no resistance when he picks you up. You keep your eyes closed, face hidden on the crook of his neck as you float away. It feels like the first time, when he was carrying you from the infirmary into what's now your house.

You flinch a little when you're pulled down, suddenly recognizing your bed and curling up, pulling the blankets over your head.

“How is she?”

“I don't know.” Daryl sounds angry, furious. “I'll kill them right now.”

“No, Daryl. The trial will be tomorrow. You know they'll die for what they did”

“I don't care!”

“You need to stay with her now.”

You know it's Carol, but still, you want her to go. You need everyone to go away now, you just need Daryl. You need to... Go away. Alexandria isn't safe anymore. You rather face the dead.

Silently, moved by fear, you get up, taking the dress off, and struggling with the first pair of jeans you find.

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, but you ignore him, sight blurred by the tears as you put a shirt on. “Hey, (Y/N).” You don't know what to take... You just need to leave. These walls won't keep you safe anymore. If you stay... You know they'll find you again.

“I'm leaving.” You mumble, looking around and finding the white sneakers you left by the edge of the bed and putting them on.

“What–”

“I'm leaving! I can't stay here. If I stay here it'll happen all over again.” You're yelling, sitting on the bed, sobbing. “They're here, they'll take me again, they-they–”

“Shh, yer ok.” Daryl pulls you up, into his arms, and you melt. The sobs are muffled by this jacket, and your tears are certainly soaking the fabric. “Look at me, babygirl. Look at me.” Slowly, you raise your head, his blue eyes acting immediately, like a medicine made only for you. “There's a place I can take ya for the night. But ya need to be here tomorrow. To officialize their crime so I can kill those–”

“Take me away, please.” You beg, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping you sane. Alive. Because he is. “Please, if I stay here I'll–”

“Alright, alright.” He nods, a hand caressing your cheek. “Let's go then. C'mon.”

Everything happens in the background, you feel. Carol stays by your side in the porch, guiding you to the car Daryl took to drive you away. You barely feel your body now, out on the street, feeling their eyes on you... Their eyes, evil and disgusting, as they lust over you. You know they're not here, but still, you feel them. Wanting you to cave in, to agree to fulfill their needs in the most vile, degrading ways. You're hyperventilating when the gate opens, the woods before you suddenly looking far safer than these walls.

When Daryl crosses the gate, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, lungs burning. The sun is coming down, so there are a some shadows creeping in... But it's better out here. The wall will keep them inside, you hope.

“Babygirl,” Daryl says, getting your attention. “We're almost there, alright?”

“Ok.” You mumble, and Daryl puts a hand on your knee.

“Nothin’ will hurt ya. Never again. M’ gonna keep that promise.”

Holding his hand, your eyes meet his when he gives you a glance.

Around ten minutes later, Daryl stops the car. You haven't noticed before, but he parked in front of a small, wooden house. It looks like it was some kind of cabin in the woods since there are no other constructions around it. “C'mon.” He says when he opens the passenger door for you. Your legs feel a little weak, but you manage to stand up, immediately looking around. “There's nobody here, I promise ya.”

Nodding, you let him guide you inside, a flashlight on his hand. Daryl unlocks the door, and you wonder why he has the key to this thing. When you step in, the light coming from in between the planks on the windows helps you see the interior. There is a cough and a coffee table, you recognize it despite the dark plastic covering both things. Walking further in, you peak at the kitchen. Everything is clean and has a plastic placed over them. It kinda looks live someone used to live here not too long ago.

“I found this place a while ago.” Daryl starts, placing his backpack on the floor. “Was fixin’ it, cleanin’... So I could bring ya here every once in a while.” He gestures at the whole place in general, and you take another look around. He did say he'd try to find a place he could take you outside Alexandria, but you never thought it would be this good. “Still has a lot to do. Gonna put electricity, runnin’ water will be more complicated but I'll do it.”

“You're doing all that for me?” You whisper, hoping the dim light will hide your blushing cheeks.

“Yeah... Wanted to bring ya here under different circumstances but...” He takes the bag again, gesturing at the hall. “First door to the right it's our bedroom.”

Following his direction, you open the door to a small bedroom with a double bed, also covered with black plastic. The windows have wooden planks on it too, but there's enough space in between them so let some light come in.

“Here, lemme’–” Daryl drops the bag, walking over the bed and removing the plastic. Underneath, the light green sheets seem comfortable and you get it now why everything is covered up. To keep it clean. “Ya can lie down it ya want to. Brought some blankets.” As you move to the bed, Daryl searches in the bag, picking up two blankets and fixing them on the bed. “Ya hungry? Or thirsty? I brought–”

“I just need you, Daryl.” You whisper, drying off some tears that are still rolling down. “Can you come here?”

“Of course, babygirl.” Quickly, he leaves the bag behind and joins you in bed. Daryl pulls you close, you head on his chest as his arms hold you tightly, keeping you safe.

“I hope this is just a nightmare... That I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all be gone.” Mumbling, you push yourself even closer to him, if that's even possible.

“I'll kill them myself, I swear.” There's a fire in his voice, hate. You've never heard him talking like that, his chest vibrating powerfully. “I'll wipe them off the face of Earth.”

Involuntary, your hand finds its way to your leg, to the scar. The pain is a vivid memory today, and for a moment you feel like you should lie down, as motionless as you can so it won't hurt. So the stitches won't rip again.

How is it possible that all the horrible memories came back all at once? On one second? “I-if I didn't have you, I... I'd die today, I know I would.”

“Nah, ya wouldn't.” Moving, he brings his index finger to your chin, making you look at him. “Yer stronger than ya give yourself credit for. Ya don't see it, but I do.” Then, he places a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, which is sadly, too brief. “But I will protect ya. Always, until my days are over.”

“Daryl, I–”

“I wanna marry ya.” He bursts out, his low voice burning through your head as you wonder if you heard him right. “When this is over and those monsters are dead... I wanna marry ya.”

Despite the terror, creeping through your skin, the darkness threatening to swallow you again, you smile. Everything fades away, and a different kind of happiness washes over you. A type of bliss you didn't even know existed. Unable to control yourself, you climb over him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you mutter, not giving him the chance to answer, connecting your lips on his in a loving, passionate kiss.

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straw-of-the-hat · 4 years

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A Lillian x Katsuki soulmate au???? I'm sorry but soulmate au's are a hole i have fallen far into.

Lillian x Katsuki: soulmate edition

(Not edited! Expect typos!!!!)

These headcanons belong to this fic.

-Soulmates are rare. So terribly rare, in fact, that few still believe they exist. They're more of a legend these days— a myth, if you will. Despite this, everyone seems to know what they are. And deep down, everyone wants one.

-Katsuki's parents aren't soulmates. His grandparents aren't either. His aunt and uncle aren't soulmates in the least. In fact, they'd gotten a divorce last June and has left one another on rather nasty terms last he heard.

-His mom used to tell him stories. Stories about meeting your fated other and becoming so indescribably complete that you'd wonder how you even functioned before. It was the few times his mother would go from loud and rambunctious to serene and soft. Her change in demeanor was how he knew, growing up, that she was telling the truth..

-Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone he thought they were true. Or that he daydreamed about finding one.

-Katsuki felt he was missing something. It made him mad that it wasn't there. Something in him was empty and gnawing. He wasn't sure why. He had a powerful quirk and was praised by those around him for such. He made good grades. He even had a couple extras to follow him around.

-A soulmate was what he was missing, he deduced for what had to be the millionth time. Not that he'd tell anyone.

-Becoming the number one hero was his chance. The only way he'd ever hunt them down! He'd be known worldwide, and somewhere, someday, they'd know.

-That, and he'd be the strongest hero ever. Which was just the sprinkles on top really.

-He joined UA, angry and not willing to make friends. He noticed someone rather quick. He had never dated or really had his eye on anyone. If he was going to be with anyone, it would be his soulmate.

-So why on God's green motherfucking earth did Lillian Faust draw his attention?

-He didn't know. He had no idea! He tried to talk to her, but she was honestly pathetic. Short, scrawny, shy. He dwelled on her constantly. Constantly! He'd stare at her, doodle her in his notebook absentmindedly, try to count the freckles on her face and arms. It was just this constant nagging feeling that drove him nuts.

-He decided she was an extra. An irritating one.

-She kicked ass at the USJ shortly thereafter. He rescended his decision that she was a nobody.

-There was something up with Lillian. Lillian, who'd stopped using her last name. She walked home with friends, so he didn't get the chance to confront her anymore. The blonde one would bark at him. Literally. Like a dog. Fucking pathetic.

-Things were hard after that. Lillian, Lillian, Lillian. His parents started to ask what the fuck was wrong. Why was he so quiet? Did he need help? Was he depressed? Why was his search history all UA's digital yearbook? Was he looking at his student photo?

-He was looking at Lillian's, actually. Like he'd tell them that.

-Strangely enough, he wasn't embarrassed about this... Whatever this was. He didn't being it up because he's get teased, but it didn't bother him like it should've. He was irritated and confused because he couldn't figure this out, but not... Not annoyed with her, or disgusted.

-He thought long and hard. He was shit with feelings. Complete, utter shit. He went over the facts one at a time.

-Lillian was strong. With her quirk, she could stop him in his tracks. There was no a way to stop someone who could blink and freeze you in place without you even knowing she'd done it until after the fact. This should've angered him, but it didn't. It made him... Want to laugh.

-She had long black hair and was covered in freckles. Her hair was always messy and he found it endearing. He wanted to count and trace her freckles. There were so many, and he could almost map out constellations with them the more he looked.

-Katsuki's favorite color had been red his whole life. Lillian's eyes were aqua blue. Subsequently enough, his favorite color had switched to that exact shade of blue shortly after he joined UA. Odd. Probably not a coincidence, he begrudgingly admitted.

-He would not mind hugging her. He sort of wanted to. The more he thought about it, the more okay it seemed. That wouldn't be that odd if he hasn't blown up Kaminari yesterday after he'd accidentally brushed shoulders with him.

-A bit of google searching had him at a simple yet horrifying conclusion. This was, without a doubt, a crush.

-They next few days had his head spinning. He'd never had a crush before, so why now? Where had he gone wrong? What had triggered it? Could he make it go away?

-He practically drilled holes in her head in the days leading up to the sports festival. He may as well have been drooling. He deduced that his crush was going nowhere.

-He almost ran into her in the hall just before the festival, in fact. She was dressed in shorts and a shirt that said "Team Eraserhead" on it, and had her hair up in a ponytail that was falling apart. She was sweaty and breathless, and clearly in some sort of pain, but she... Well, she smiled.

-He was gone. Done for, really. Something was amiss, and he didn't know how to make it stop. Lillian has hooked him, and boy was he sinking right now. What was going on?

-She won the race with her two friends in the first round, and one piece clicked into place. Nothing enough to give him any sort of full picture, but it was... something. Something deeper than a crush.

-She dominated in the second round with ease and surprising confidence. He felt annoyed watching her laugh with Shoto Todoroki. Jealous, even. Another piece clicked.

-She asked him to join some sort of fucking protection squad. She was kind and genuine. He couldn't say no. It was another piece.

-Talking to her made him less angry. He felt calm and more like himself than he had... well, ever really. He was collected, and just... happy. He could laugh, and smile, and roll his eyes in a teasing way. This was another piece. One to a nearly full picture. One he could almost make out.

-The last piece fell into place during the final portion of the sports festival. Before it started, they had all the contestants come out and shake hands with one another. It was sort of a show of good faith. One he didn't want to participate in.

-But then it was time to shake Lillian's hand. And the stadium's roar fell on deaf ears, and everyone else ceased to exist. The cameras zoomed in on them, and Present Mic made some witty remark about opposites colliding. But Katsuki couldn't look away from Lillian, and neither could she.

-Their hands collided. And everything seemed to change in an instant.

-Her hand was small and warm in his, and it sent a shockwave rippling out. It was powerful and physical. Not something he'd imagined based on how silent the stadium got. His world brightened, and he couldn't believe how full it'd been before. Lillian's eyes were so much... Fuller than he'd realized. Full of blues he hadn't realized existed.

-There was silence. He didn't let go. She didn't either. They just stood there in the eerie silence, staring at one another in shock. And Bakugo realized he didn't feel so empty anymore.

-He told her in a quiet voice that carried through the entire stadium that she was his soulmate. That she was what had been missing.

-Her brilliant smile and the roar of the crowd told him he wasn't wrong.

-Scientists contact them and want to study their bond, but they refuse.

-Being apart makes Katsuki antsy. It doesn't feel right when she's not there.

-Aizawa despises him

-So does Mic but in a more passive aggressive manner.

-Lillian can feel Katsuki very vividly and knows when he's in any sort of emotional turmoil.

-Hitoshi and Neito are very, very weary of him and he's constantly under a microscope when they're around. Of course he doesn't give a shit

-The world now knows there's soulmates. Everyone in that stadium felt that wave, and the camera literally picked it up. There's a new frenzy of people trying to find their other half

-A few actually do. But only a few.

-Mitsuki and Masaru don't believe it. When their son comes home, he's just as rude as he's always been.

-But then Lillian shows up, cleaned up after the festival. And she wraps their son in a hug, and Katsuki is smiling and laughing in a way they've never seen

-They love Lillian for giving him that

-Katsuki can feel Lillian's nerves and knows how to calm them

-The class is hyper-aware of everything they do. Every glance Katsuki throws her is met with a wolf whistle and every whisper exchanged us observed with curious eyes

-Lillian and Katsuki learn not to mind

-They fit together so naturally. Lillian couldn't even imagine being anxious around him, and she doesn't know why. She's just... not.

-When they first kiss it feels natural and a lot like coming home

-They're a fairly private and subtle couple. 1-A almost doesn't think they're together until the dorms come into play.

-It's the way Lillian throws her legs over Katsuki's when they're sitting on the couch, and the manner in which Bakugo puts an arm over her shoulders and leans into her to look at something on her phone that tells them.

-He's softer with her. Still himself, but kinder in a way. It's so... Normal. It makes sense without making any at all at the exact same time. The way they talk to each other is simply how it's meant to be, they guess

-They're pitted against each other in hero training one day by drawing lots. It's completely by chance, and supposed to be just simple hand to hand combat

-They just stand there and stare at one another. And when Aizawa asks what the hold up is, they just blink. They simply... don't. They can't. It's not possible. It makes zero sense in their minds. The idea couldn't even occur to them, even for training purposes.

-So, they're not put against one another anymore. They find it's for the best.

-Anytime one of them is hurt, the other had a very obvious reaction. Lillian falls and scrapes up her knee quite nastily, and Katsuki is already turning around with wide eyes. He looks like he's seem a ghost. The same thing happens to Lillian, whether the injury is big or small.

-They're practicing working in teams and get paired together. All Might and Aizawa have never once in their lives seen a more efficient team. Their quirks are stronger and more durable when they're together, they realize.

-Katsuki tells Lillian he loves her. It's stated in a very matter-of-fact way, as though it's obvious.

-And it is. Lillian loves him too. She tells him as such.

-Overall, they're just two peas in a pod. And everything just... Fits.

#fanfic #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bnha oc #soulmate #soulmate au #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo katsuki

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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September 1st

Jungkook's Proposal

Lazy days with Jungkook were a rare luxury. His large reserves of energy meant he was always up to something even when he was on a break.

The balcony doors were open and a cool breeze drifted through the bedroom ruffling the sheet that covered you. It was already noon but you were still tucked happily under Jungkook's arm. Both scrolling mindlessly through your phones you brought it up, “You’re going to be 23 soon, I think we should have a party.”

He put his phone down and rolled into your side. “I was thinking about going to Jeju,” he said matter of factly.

“Oh, were you going to invite me?” you asked smiling.

“I was going to invite everyone, my family, the guys and yes,” he giggled, “I guess you can come too. Would that be okay?”

Running your fingers through his messy hair you pushed it back out of his face and nodded.

“You shouldn’t have to plan your own party Jungkook, we can do it together."

You had a week to figure things out, guests, accommodations, food. You really just wanted to give him the best birthday, he deserved it.

Jungkook however, wasn’t being very cooperative. Everytime you asked questions he shut you down, if you brought it up he brushed you off. He was downstairs at the gym when you came across his to do list.

Call and confirm guests✔

Book Flights✔

Book Hotel ✔

Schedule Dinner and party space✔

Reserve private beach✔

*do not forget to pick up the package*

Puzzled as to why these were already checked off as done you messaged Joon.

Y/N: Hey Joon, I just wanted to invite you to Guk's party in Jeju. Are you down?

Joon: Yep, already confirmed with JK last week.

Y/N: What kind of cake do you think I should get?

Joon: I thought that the guys were taking care of the cake? Don’t worry about anything, I think everything is already organized.

Y/N: Oh… okay, thanks.

Flopping on the couch your mind wandered to a million different conclusions as to why he was cutting you out.

Jungkook’s key turned in the lock, the door squeaking open announcing his arrival. He was looking through his phone as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor.

"Hey Babe, Joon said you messaged him about the party?"

He walked over to where you were sitting and tapped your nose with his finger.

"I’ve already taken care of everything, all you have to do is pack."

Feeling disappointed your face fell into a frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Jungkook, I just wanted to take care of you for once, to be able to contribute something.”

He looked flustered, “I’m sorry baby, I just didn’t want to burden you with it.”

Upset you stood up, “I can’t believe you would think that throwing you a party would be a chore for me…I feel fucking useless."

Your statement trailed off as you walked away to your bedroom.

Y/N: I know I’m probably overthinking and being too sensitive but Tae...does he think I'm incompetent?

Tae: What’s wrong love?

Y/N: If Guk doesn’t think I’m capable of throwing him a party…this is so stupid… but he certainly can’t think I’d be a good wife. It’s been two years Tae, we’ve never even discussed marriage. Does he think of me that way at all?

Tae: Noooo Y/N, he loves you so much. You are totally over reacting. Please, don’t make this an issue, it’s his birthday.

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You didn’t know but in the other room Jungkook was busy texting Jin for advice.

JK: I don’t know what to do, Y/N is mad at me for not letting her help with the party.

Jin: Coming to your smartest Hyung for love advice, good choice. Here's my wisdom, Just make up a job and ask her to do it.

JK: That’s Brilliant!! Thank you.

He made a quick call, arranging that you would be the one picking up the last unchecked item on his to do list, the package.

He pulled the bedroom door open and lay down beside you, “I’m sorry, I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

You set down your phone giving him your full attention.

“My brother is going to propose to his girlfriend, he swore me to secrecy, that’s why I’ve been planning everything, so she won’t find out.”

You felt your temper rise, “Are you fucking kidding me? You finally get your birthday off, you haven’t had a personal party for years and your brother's using it to propose to his girlfriend all while making you plan it for him?”

Jungkook laughed, “It sounds kind of shitty when you put it that way. It’s really not that big of a deal Y/N, I’m happy he wants to share it with everyone.”

How could you fault him for wanting to help his family? He was such a giving person and it was part of the reason you loved him so much.

“If you really want to help there’s one thing left that you can do."

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It was all set, the flight was leaving at 3pm and you had been tasked with picking up the box and keeping it safe until the party. Arriving at the jeweller the older man greeted you kindly. "Would you like to see it?”

He opened the iconic tiffany blue box while you nodded. It was a beautiful square cut diamond on a vintage white gold band, it was breathtaking.

“The gentleman took a long time deciding on this particular ring, he said it had to be perfect. What do you think?"

Your heart was aching in your chest. Lately you found yourself daydreaming about marrying Jungkook, him placing a ring just like this on your finger.

"She’s a lucky girl, I’m sure she’s going to love it.”

It’s not that you weren’t happy about the engagement, you were just completely, full on green with envy, jealous. Not even together a year and Jung- Hyun is ready to propose.

You knew you were being an idiot. Jungkook loved you, you lived together, he always made sure your needs were met but here you were upset because she was getting a ring first.

Taking the box you snapped the lid closed and put it into your purse for safe keeping.

Enough, you needed to stop thinking about yourself. It was Guk's birthday and it was time to think of him and what he wanted. But what do you get someone who has everything

Wandering around you came across a neon lit sex shop, perfect! Three days away, three new sets of sexy lingerie and a bag full of goodies.

Maybe you didn’t get to plan the main party but you could make sure it was an afterparty he wouldn't forget.

The flight was short and smooth, you were amongst the last to arrive.

Making your way to the suite to change for dinner Jungkook flung himself down on the bed, “I’m calling dibs on the first shower!” you called out.

You got ready, putting on your new black lace thong set, loose black mini sundress over top and wrapped your hair into a messy bun.

Exiting the bathroom you found Jungkook in the same position on the bed snoring lightly.

Crawling on top of him, you pulled back his bucket hat to reveal his closed eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close for more.

“You need to get up babe.”

He hummed softly into your neck, “that’s the problem, I am up."

He moved your hand to his bulge. Placing his hand on your ass he could feel the lace under your dress. He let out a needy moan as he squeezed your cheek.

“Jungkook we need to go, everyone’s waiting.”

He pouted, “But it’s my Birthday.”

Getting off of him and laughing you couldn’t help but throw it in his face.

“Yes, and if I had planned this party I would have pushed dinner back so the birthday boy could have gotten his dick sucked beforehand. You really only have yourself to blame."

He knew he was defeated, rolling off the bed he sulked his way to the shower.

Coming out about 20 minutes later his skin was glowing, he looked stunning in his tan hanbok pants and white dress shirt, his hair was long and fluffy.

“You look amazing Guk.”

Walking over you hugged him, sneaking a kiss onto the side of his neck.

“You had your chance Y/N, now we both have to suffer all night"

Walking hand in hand to the open air dining room most of your friends and family were already waiting at beautiful white rose adorned tables.

"Jungkook, did you arrange all these details?”

Smiling he nodded, “Did I do good?”

That dull ache hit your chest again, yes he did good, he’d planned the perfect proposal… for someone else.

You kissed his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder, “I think you’ve created every girls fantasy”

Trying to hide your melancholy throughout dinner you stayed pretty quiet only offering small smiles instead of conversation. You didn’t want to be selfish but you knew in a few hours all talk would be about weddings.

The thoughtless question on everyone’s lips would inevitably turn to, “when are you going to take the plunge?”

It usually happened at family gatherings, you’d watch them corner Jungkook and he’d awkwardly explain that one day when his career wasn’t so busy he'd be able to think more clearly about it.

You hated how calculated of a decision marrying you would have to be for him. Seeing how romantic he could be with the laid out gestures before you, you questioned why he could do it for someone else but not you? Maybe he didn’t think you were the one?

Like he could hear your inner thoughts he put his hand on your thigh under the table. “What’s going on, is everything ok?”

“Just thinking about getting you back to the room later, that’s all.”

You lied.

He kissed your cheek but you knew he didn’t believe you. Seeming a little out of sorts himself, maybe this whole situation had him questioning your future as well.

“I think maybe we need a minute to talk, let’s go while everyone’s finishing.”

He took your hand and led you away from the group towards a private area of the beach.

Sitting in the sand he motioned for you to join him.

You sat with your back against his chest, head on his shoulder, his arms around you.

The sun was beginning to set into a light shade of purple and orange. “I want to know why you’re sad.”

He asked like he knew the answer but needed confirmation.

“I just wish that this party was about you, for your birthday, that it wasn’t about engagements…”

You were trying hard not to sound jealous but he could see through you.

“How about you tell me the truth?”

Reaching into your purse you pulled out the box and handed it to him.

“This, this is what’s bothering me. Jungkook…do you think that you’ll ever want me to be your wife? Do we want the same things?”

His arms still around you he held the box in front of you and opened it slowly.

“It sure is a beautiful ring,” he said.

You closed your eyes, knowing it wasn’t for you. “It really is,” you answered softly.

“Do you really not know what I want Y/N?"

He kissed the top of your head.

"I love you more than anything in this world. The ONLY thing I wanted for my birthday was to bring you here, to sit on this beach with my arms around you….and to propose with this ring. So… you tell me, do we really want the same thing?”

Absolutely 100% shocked you turned to face him.

“Are you joking with me Jungkook?” you punched his shoulder.

He laughed, “I think I know better than that”

Still skeptical you asked, “So all of this was a lie? You really made me carry around my own engagement ring all day thinking it was for someone else?”

His grin gave away the fact that he was pretty pleased with himself.

“No, you haven’t said yes yet, so technically it’s still not yours. Do you want to marry me Y/N?”

You crashed your lips into his as he pulled you back on top of him.

“Yes!”

Walking back to the restaurant the tables had been moved and outdoor furniture and candles had taken their place. Everyone was chatting and drinking until they noticed your arrival, silence fell and eyebrows raised waiting for the news.

“Of course she said yes!”

At Jungkook’s declaration everyone cheered and the waiters came out with trays of champagne. The boys carried out a large white cake adorned with sparklers while singing Propose, tears of happiness gathered in everyone's eyes.

The rest of the night was perfect, you danced in the sand oblivious to the guests filtering out back to their rooms for the evening.

Looking around, you realized it was just the two of you left, lost in your own world.

“Maybe we should call it a night?”

“Maybe, but I don’t really want this moment to end” he responded with a kiss.

“Maybe… you forgot what I’m wearing under this, and that it’s also your birthday, and that I still haven’t given you your gift”

He grinned and pulled your hand leading you back to the room.

You left him waiting on the bed as you got ready. Finally revealing yourself, fully naked.

He whined, “Babe what happened to the lingerie, I mean you’re beautiful naked but… ”

You cut him off, “but I’m not naked, I’m wearing this beautiful ring...and...it also just so happens that I bought you a ring too."

You threw him the little black bag and he pulled out his gift blushing.

“Oh, mine's a little bigger...and silicone...and definitely not church appropriate.”

You cocked your brow and grinned, "It vibrates too!"

"Put it on me?"

You slid the cock ring down his shaft and sucked his tip.

"Do you take me to be your wife?"

"Fuck, yeah I do."

#jungkook #jungkook smut #Kookie #guk #bts #nochu

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 4 years

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Overreaction

Loki x reader, Bruce x reader ,(platonic), avengers x reader (platonic).

Word count: 4.9 k

A/n: Heyo! I didn't actually mean for this to be as long as it was, but it turned out to be quite pleasing. Writers block is a bitch so it's taken me a while to write, but I hope I didn't disappoint! Requested by @marvelloonie, thank you for the request! - Aphrodite

Summary: you and Loki have been secretly meeting without the avengers knowing, and when you realise you've fallen in love, you decide it's time to tell the group. After trying to keep you, the groups little ray of sunshine, away from the mysterious asgardian for a while, the group are shocked to find out that you've been seeing each other.

Warninngs: angst, fluff, that's all! Enjoy x

For your entire life, you were always the 'innocent' one. Sure, you were optimised and generally a happy person, but people seem to take advantage of that a lot. That never dampened your mood, though; you always stayed the same happy-go-lucky little burst of sunlight through childhood to adulthood. That's also the reason that upon meeting new people, they never expect your job to be an avenger. Your work never really phased you; most of the people who you killed deserved it, but every now and again there was an odd time where you felt a slight hint of guilt.

Among the avengers, you were known as the little ray of sunshine, too. Pretty much all of the avengers had dark pasts, but not you. You lived a normal life, excelled at school, went to college, and got a normal job. S.H.I.E.L.D discovered you after you got into an accident and were struck by lightning: after you recovered, you found out that you could control lightning. You quickly joined the avengers, and got on very well with everyone. You knew all of the avengers, and were aware of all possible threats, enemies, blah blah, except one. Thor's brother, Loki, had committed several offences in the past, but redeemed himself by helping the team every now and again. You had never met Loki, but the Avengers made it clear that they wanted to keep it that way.

"Hey Steve!" You walked into the common area after a few hours training in the gym. Steve was in the kitchen, passing him as you got a bottle of water, and you looked over to see Natasha, Sam, Bucky and Thor on the sofas. "Good morning guys, how are you all?" You grinned at them as you walked over to sit next to Nat, a slight spring in your step.

"Why are you always so happy?" Bucky grunted as you sat unbeaten him and Nat. Sam gave Bucky a frown, and turned to you. "Don't mind him, he just found out that his favourite TV show has been cancelled."

"Aww, Heroes of Bruin!?" Bucky gave you a small nod, his arms crossed tightly around his chest. You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, Buck. I'm sure you'll find a better series soon! You can always borrow one of my box sets, you know where they are!" Bucky thanked you, and you sat back on the sofa, taking long gulps of your water.

"Seriously though, y/n. What keeps you so positive?" Steve asked, leaning on the kitchen counter. You shrugged, taking one last sip of your water.

"I don't really know, to be honest. I have a roof over my head, a good job, food, clean water, and friends and family who love me!" You stood up, walking over to the kitchen island and sitting opposite Steve. "Besides, what's there to be miserable about? Yeah, work does get hard sometimes, and life isn't easy, but that's just more drive to stay positive. It's not going to get me anywhere by being grumpy and mean like a certain tin man in this building!" You both laughed, thanking God that Tony wasn't in the room to hear what you just said. From the sofa, you heard Nat starting to talk to Bucky and Sam.

"...but there's nothing else we can do about it other than get in contact with some of our aliases and-"

"What's going on?"

Cutting in, you stood up from the island and walked over to the sofa.

Nat turned to look at you while Sam and Bucky continued to read from the iPad she held.

"There was a break in at a Hydra base a few days ago. The person who broke in stole Hydra's files about us, and some files about them. My best guess is that it's somebody who's against Hydra but also against us." Nat took a long deep breath, and turned back to her iPad, still talking to you. "We need to get in contact with non-avengers who have fought with us in the past, see if they have any idea. Steve and I are going to S.H.I.E.L.D. tomorrow, Thor will be returning to Asgard to talk with Loki, I don't know what else we can do."

You perked up at the mention of Loki, and suddenly came up with an idea. "How about I go with Thor? I've always wanted to see Asgard, and it's better than just having one person go." You saw Nat look up and glare at Steve, who did the same, before they both turned to you. Steve sighed, and looked away; clearly, there was something on both of their minds.

"That's a good idea about somebody going, it's better to be safe than sorry. What about Clint? D'you think he'd want to go?" Steve was looking at Natasha when he asked, and you felt a but left out. Instead of becoming angry, you just smiled and turned to face Steve. "What about me?" You asked, still smiling widely.

"Uh, y/n? I don't really think you should go..." Natasha remarked next to you, and you ever so slightly frowned.

"What do you mean?" You kept your voice gentle and upbeat, thinking of reasons why it would be perfect to go.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but there's some bad people on Asgard. We know you could handle it, but people like Loki are...dangerous, and I for one don't think it's in your best interest to make friends with people like him." You could tell by her tone that she felt guilty, but that didn't stop her from speaking her mind anyway. You didn't really understand what she meant; you're around dangerous people all the time, you can easily handle another one.

"If you don't think it's a good idea for me to go, then why is Clint an option?" Like magic, clint walked in at the exact second you said that. Looking up at him, you carried on speaking. "We have the same skill level at fighting, anyway! Besides, I have superpowers too, I can easily protect myself and Thor if need be."

Clint looked at you and Natasha, a puzzle expression plastered on his face. Nat gave him the run down, and he seemed slightly underwhelmed.

"There's no reason why y/n shouldn't be able to go to Asgard."

"Yes, but she's going to asgard to get in contact with Loki." Natasha's expression looked stern, her eyes piercing through Clint's.

"...oh."

"C'mon guys, what're you hiding? I'm sure I can take it, what's the harm in me going to Asgard?" Despite being slightly irritated, you still smiled and laughed a bit at the end of your sentence, making sure the rest of the group knew you were still just as happy as you were after returning from they gym, 10 minutes ago. Clint, Natasha, Steve, Bucky and Sam all gave each other quick glances before Bucky groaned and sat up.

"Listen, y/n. The reason why none of us want you to go to Asgard is because we want you to stay away from Loki. Although he's fought along side us in the past, he's a terrible person. And you're so...so happy and innocent all the time, we don't want him to..."

"You don't want him to corrupt me." You finished off Bucky's sentence, speaking quieter, thinning to yourself. There was suddenly a sort of dark cloud above the room, and an awkward silence prolonged for at least 20 seconds. You could sense how guilty everyone felt, but instead of exploding, you burst into a fit of giggles.

Everyone frowned as they watched you almost fall off the sofa in laughter. Once you calmed down, you wiped your eyes, and almost bust out laughing again at the confused faces of everyone around you. You sat back, smiling ear to ear. "Why would you think something like that?" You asked the room, taking a sip of water. "Honestly guys, I've been with you bunch of Serious Sally's for almost a year. I think it's safe to say that no matter who I spend my time with, I'll never stop being the 'happy and innocent' person who I am. Besides, we're only going to be on Asgard for a day at most, what could go wrong?"

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The next day, you were on Asgard. You were so thankful that Nat had finally let you go with Thor, and now you were stood outside of a tall golden palace, behind a beautiful view of Greek-style hills and mountains. You were speechless, to say the least.

"Brother Loki should be here any minute..." said thor, looking over at a clock tower. You couldn't make out what time it was - the numbers were Asgardian - but it was about 12 before you left. Before you could think anything else of it, something appeared before you two. It was Loki.

"Nice to see you again, brother!" Thor exclaimed as he went in for a hug. Loki barely hugged him back, and pulled away, turning to face you.

"Well well well, who's this who you've brought along with you?" Loki asked Thor, yet stared at you with a slight smirk. "Loki, this is y/n. She's a friend from work." Loki took your hand and bowed down slightly, and placed a kiss on the back of your hand; a kiss which you couldn't describe as chaste, making eye contact with him the entire time. He rose and let go of your hand, fingertips brushing slightly. "Pleased to make you acquaintance, Lady y/n." You were tongue tied, but before you could even begin to formulate words, Thor started talking. He rambled on about why you were here, and if he knew anything about the break in, but you weren't listening to a single word. Instead, you never took your eyes off Loki.

His shoulders were broad, sleek black hair running just past them. He stood with confidence, taller than Thor but thinner. Despite this, you could still see defined muscles from underneath the Asgardian clothes he wore. His eyes were a cold shade of blue, resembling ice. While Thor was still talking, he looked over at you, catching you staring at him. You maintained eye contact, your cheeks turning a childish shade of pink, and he winked at you before turning back to concentrate on his brother. The corners if his lips were slightly upturned, and a few strands of hair fell into his face as he nodded along to whatever Thor was saying.

"Well, I haven't heard any news, I'm sorry I can't be of any help. Do you both want to get lunch?" You turned to Thor, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, brother, but I must go and talk to the others and see if they've heard anything. But, it won't hurt if you and y/n get something to eat?" You and Loki both turned to face each other, and you smiled wider than ever.

"I'd love to."

You and Loki walked in silence to the dining hall, passing many Asgardian maidens on your way. You felt slightly underdressed; all asgardian women wore long flowing gowns, whereas you were dressed in high waisted denim shorts and a red turtleneck. Once you arrived at the dining room, you were confronted with a grand gold table topped with all kinds of food. Cheese, grapes, wine, and some sort of Asgardian meat that you couldn't recognize. It felt magical, yet you felt out of place. As you furthered towards the table, Loki took out a chair for you to sit down in. Thanking him, you sat, and his fingertips brushed against your clothed shoulders. Butterflies swarmed in the pit of your stomach, and you quietly giggled at yourself for becoming so flustered. Once Loki was seated, you asked him a question.

"So, Loki," you began, looking around at the feast laid out for you, "what do you get up to on Asgard?" As you spoke, he poured crimson wine into a goblet, and you felt obliged to do the same.

"Surprisingly, not much." He spoke with, what resembled, an English accent. Every consonant was sharp, every vowel curved on his lips. "Every now and again we have to meet with people from other worlds, like you. Thor doesn't come and visit very often, so the mass amount of paperwork that has to be done is left to me." He rolled his eyes yet bore a smile, to which you laughed.

"Trust me, I know what it feels like. Ever since Tony and Steve got into that disagreement about where the files should be stored, I've been in charge of all paperwork. I don't mind it though, there's some sort of satisfaction in the orderliness of it all..." you looked up at him and grinned, being able to physically feel the awkwardness between you both. Although, he could look at your smile forever; the way your y/e/c shone in the light, dimples in you cheeks becoming more pronounced by the second, your lips curling ever so slightly inwards as a sigh escaped from them.

"I'm sorry, I've never really been one for small talk. Asgard seems wonderful, though. The landscape is impeccable, and everyone just seems so...perfect, I guess!" Speaking quieter, you leaned in the get closer to Loki, sat opposite you. "I feel like I could spend the rest of my life here." He knew you meant it, being able to feel the pure excitement you radiated. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you sat back and pointed towards one of the golden dishes beside you, holding some fruits and vegetables.

"May I?"

"Of course, go ahead."

As you spooned a kind of salad onto your plate, Loki rubbed his stubble dotted chin. Loading your fork and taking a bite, you felt a wave of peace flow over your body. You had no idea what you were eating, but it was damn good.

"What part of midgard are you from, y/n?"

"Midgard?" You spoke through your mouthful of salad and swallowed. "Oh, right, Earth. I'm from Brooklyn, New York, but I live in Manhattan." You took a sip of wine, cringing at it's strength. Noticing this, Loki let out a laugh.

"Asgardian alcohol isn't for the weak, I'd take it easy if I were you..." you knee he was joking at the last part, so you laughed with him. The moment was sweet, but you can always have too much of a good thing. After Loki filled his plate, and you took a few more mouthfuls of salad, Thor strode in looking pleased with himself.

"Hey Thor, what's up?" Thor sat down at the table and picked up a bunch of grapes, popping one into his mouth.

"I just checked the comms," he swallowed, "Nat and Steve have all the information we need from S.H.I.E.L.D., so we can go back to midg- uh, Earth, sorry. Ready to go?" You looked at Loki who gave you a small nod as he put his cutlery down, and you stood up with a smile.

"Ready than I'll ever be!"

Thor and Loki stood up and walked towards you, and you went to shake Loki's hand. His hands were cold, icy to the touch, and his slender fingers certainly overpowered your small ones. He leaned in before you could break away, whispering in your ear. "Come back soon, I'd love to see you again."

You blushed, nodding, and he gave you a sly wink. Sooner or later, you were back on Earth, missing Asgard more and more by the second.

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Two months later, and you were head over heels for Thor's brother. Once you returned back to earth, Tony made it very clear that he disapproved of your trip. He sat you, Thor, Clint, Nat and Steve down in the conference room and screamed at all of you, acting like a very strict father. He had no idea what had happened on Asgard, but he let it slip that all of the avengers had an agreement - never let y/n meet Loki. Obviously, that was out the window, and it resulted in a conflict between Steve and Tony, as per usual. However, all of the avengers shared one common thought, and it was that you should never go back to asgard again.

"She's met Loki and had a look around Asgard, now there's no reason for her to go back."

"What if he's done something to her mind? We can't let her go back."

"We can't let Loki back into the facility when y/n is around, we can't handle anything else happening at the moment."

You often heard Steve and Tony talking about you in the other room, but you ignored it. 3 trips to asgard, 2 secret earth dates and 1 sleepover later, you and Loki decided you were serious; you both liked each other so much, and you wanted to tell other people. However, you had no idea how you were going to tell the avengers. You almost got caught a few times, but luckily, you were quite good at covering yourself up.

"Yo, why are you texting Pizza Hut?"

"Stop looking at my phone, Sam! Besides, I was actually ordering us a pizza, but I guess I'll just go and make myself a sandwich instead..."

"No y/n I take it back!!!"

It was a quiet day in the avengers tower when you decided to share your secret. You, Steve, Tony, Nat, Thor, Bruce and Clint were in the conference room having just finished a meeting. Before anyone could leave, you asked to talk to them for a bit. Despite being happy and confident in telling your friends that you were in love, your palms were sweating and you felt slightly nauseated. Nat must have noticed, and asked if you were okay.

"Everything alright?"

You stood in front of the table, toying with the hem of your skirt behind your back. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at your colleagues sat in front of you.

"I actually have some news to share with you all. A couple of months ago, Thor and I went to Asgard, and I found out about your weird pact thingy forbidding me from meeting Loki. Well, it happened, and it went well! Despite you all feeling very strongly about it, I did enjoy myself. Honestly, I heard you all talking about me 'never returning' and not being able to see Loki again, and it did sorta hurt..."

Steve bowed his head down slightly and Natasha avoided eye contact; you didn't want to guilt trip them, so you continued.

"...and that's okay! You're allowed to be protective of your friends, and I understand why you'd want me to be cautious around certain people. But that's not the point: the point is, I'm an adult, and although I may not be as old as Steve," (Tony chuckled at that) "I'm still an adult. I went to college, I have a job, my own apartment. I'm old enough to know right from wrong, which is why I may or may not have seen Loki 6 times in the past two months..."

"What!?" Natasha looked furious, and everyone had their eyes on you. Steve looked disappointed, Tony didn't look surprised, and Thor seemed quite amused. Bruce and Clint didn't look phased, to be completely honest.

"Please listen to me, I'll explain everything." Everyone eased up slightly as you took a deep breath, standing closer to the table. "I've been back to Asgard four times, and Loki has come to earth twice to see me. I know you would all freak out about him coming to earth, but I made him wear that patch that Tony built which dampened his powers. Whenever he was on earth, he was just a normal person. We got to talking and decided to see each other more often, and we've become quite close."

"If you say that you and Loki are friends, I will jump off of this building." Natasha remarked, crossing her arms. She was definitely the most protective of you, seeing you as a little sister.

"You're not going to like this." you muttered, sighing.

"Loki and I are in love and we've been seeing each other for two months!" You spoke quicker than lightning, grinning at the end, and sprinting out of the conference room. As you ran to the common area, you heard shouting erupting from the conference room, mainly coming from Nat, Steve and Tony. You knew they wouldn't take it well, but you didn't expect it to go down this badly. You heard the commotion from the conference room slowly make it's way closer to the common area, so you bolted towards the bedrooms. You didn't live in the avengers tower, but practically everyone else did.

Hiding in Natasha's room is too obvious, she's the avenger who you're closest to. Hiding in Thor's is also too risky, as he has asgardian technology; as far as they're concerned, you might try and get in contact with Loki. Tony's room? Too stinky. Clint's room? Too stinky². Steve's room? You looked up to that man as a brother, and you certainly were not interested in whatever sort of magazines and movies that he kept in there ( ;) ). That left one other person's room: Bruce's. Quickly sliding into his room, you crawled under the poofy duvet on his bed. Luckily, Bruce's blanket was practically three duvets thick, so they wouldn't be able to tell that you were in there.

Bruce's sheets smelled like lavender and vanilla, with a very vague scent of aftershave; you loved it. You could probably stay there for hours, and even fall asleep, but the faint musk you smelled on his sheets reminded you of Loki. His aftershave always smelled like bonfires and liquor, a scent that you could fall in love with over and over again. You must have laid in in Bruce's bed for 20 minutes before you heard footsteps outside the door. You were never one to do this (run and hide from something difficult) as it seems childish, and the gang already treats you like a child enough. However, you didn't know how you would recover from this one. You heard doors open and close nearby - they must be looking for you. The door to Bruce's room suddenly opened, and you held your breath in an attempt to be quieter. You heard a deep sigh, and somebody sat on the end of the bed. You could just tell that it was Bruce, and you felt safer with him here.

"Listen, kid-"

"Bruce, you're my favourite, but call me kid one more time and I will smite you."

He chuckled and apologised, continuing to talk. "Sorry, y/n. I know how you feel. Frustrated, confused, low on hope." You poked your head out from underneath the duvet and moved over on the bed, sitting up. You motioned for Bruce to sit next to you, which he did.

"I've been through this sequence over and over again," he said, laying down next to you, "yet I never seem to break the cycle. But there's a difference between you and I, y/n. When I'm feeling like this, I show it. I'm not talking about hulking out, but about how I hold myself. I'll be visibly down and depressed, everyone can tell that I'm going through something. But you, you hold it in. You smile and laugh through every emotion you have, and I can't help but admire you for it."

You both turned your heads to look at each other, Bruce giving you a small smile.

"When you're sad or angry, you continue to smile. All of the other avengers get tricked by it, thinking that you're truly fine, but you don't fool me. I can see, every time you cover your emotions, I can see the fire behind your eyes. Or how you tighten your grip when you feel stressed. Although you may be smiling and laughing, I know what's going on behind those eyes. You do a good job, y/n, but maybe bottling it all up isn't the best option. Maybe that's why you fell for somebody who is the completely opposite, like Loki. Because you'd never dare to show your negative emotions outwardly and indulge in the feeling of letting everything out. Now that you've found somebody who you can share these emotions with, you feel like you can be yourself. What I'm failing to say, is perhaps you could let your emotions show a bit more. You don't have to complain or mope around the tower like Tony, but maybe let people know when you are uncomfortable, or confront people who make you upset."

You had closed your eyes about half way through Bruce's speech, and when you opened them your eyes brimmed with tears. He didn't say anything, but instead, Bruce held his arms out and took you in an embrace. You hugged him back, feeling warm and safe, not knowing how to express to him how much he meant to you.

"How did the others react?" You asked into his chest. Bruce was hesitant to reply, and didn't know whether it was best to tell you the truth or let you see for yourself. With a content sigh, he replied.

"I'm afraid to say they didn't take it very well. Natasha blames herself, Steve's a bit frustrated, and Tony...Tony said he feels 'stabbed in the back by his greatest friend', but I think he was being a bit too over dramatic."

"Why do they hate him so much?" You asked, pulling away from Bruce and sitting up on his bed.

"It's complicated." Bruce said, rubbing his forehead. "He's been with us in the past, but there have been multiple occasions where we've had to lock him up. We still don't know whether he's with us or against us, and now one of our best teammates is in love with him." You nodded, knowing what he meant. You knew you had to clear things up with the rest of the group, and you'd start with Natasha.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sorry for hiding in here and messing up your covers, I'm going to go and talk to them and apologise." Before you got up from the bed, Bruce pulled you in for one last hug, planting a friendly kiss on your forehead. "Never apologise for falling in love."

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Never apologise for falling in love.

In your head, you repeated what Bruce had told you in his room. You were walking towards to common area where you knew the rest of the avengers would be. Bruce went in there first to calm everyone down, and you told him you'd be in there in a few minutes to tell everyone the news. Walking into the room, all eyes were on you. You became conscious of what you looked like, your face was probably red and puffy from crying.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say, y/n?" Steve asked in a harsh tone. He seemed extremely intimidating, and you suddenly felt small and worthless.

"Take it easy, Steve." Bruce said quite calmly. "Let her do it herself."

You smiled, a genuinely happy smile at Bruce. Despite having little to no confidence whatsoever, you were actually happy. Bruce had made you feel so much better, you had a boyfriend who you loved, and you wanted your friends to know whether they approved or not.

"I want to let you all know that I didn't do this on purpose. I didn't mean to bond with Loki, and I should never apologise for falling in love, and I'm not going to apologise. It's my life, and whether you approve or not, I'm going to continue to see Loki. However, I would like to apologise for how I acted. I shouldn't have run and hidden, and I could've broken the news in a nicer way. Do any of you have anything you'd like to say?"

There was a gloomy silence as the rest of the group contemplated what to say. Trying to alleviate the room of the awkwardness, Thor opined. "Well, I approve of your relationship, Lady y/n. I'm glad you've found someone!" Everyone looked at Thor, then back to you as you sat down on a chair. Steve opened his mouth and closed it a few times, he clearly was lost for words. Natasha was the first person to speak, coming to sit in the chair next to you.

"We overreacted, I'm sorry, y/n. I'm sure you could understand what we felt, but we support you. It'll take us a while to get used to it, but we all want you to feel comfortable. We love you, and if you love Loki then there is nothing we can do about it other than accept you."

The day ended with a group hug, lots of individual hugs from Natasha and Steve, and you & Bruce watching Star Wars after everyone had gone to bed. You were going to see Loki the next day, and you knew it would be the best day ever.

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"WHAT THE FFFUUUCCCKKK?!"

Christopher wailed helplessly for seemingly the sixtieth time that evening. He has been brought by an unknown force to many places he hasn't even seen, and in a space of only thirty minutes, it was safe to say that he has traveled all four or so corners, and nooks and crannies, of the planet Earth.

And now, he found himself standing at the edge of the cliff, staring down from a height where he could fall down, down, down into the deep, vast ocean where the waves crashed wildly, with no hope of coming back up alive.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" Christopher was truly about to stumble down when a strong hand grabbed his already wrinkled coat, saving him from his demise.

"I GIVE UP!" The doctor finally cried in defeat. "I GIVE UP!"

"Come again?" Came the threatening voice of the man behind him. The man who was responsible for all of these unwanted travels.

"I GIVE UP! I'M SORRY! I WILL NEVER INTERFERE AGAIN!"

"Ah, I can't quite hear you." Vergil simply answered. "The waves are too loud. But, where shall we go next? The Himalayas? The Amazon? Or perhaps the - ?"

"STOP! PLEASE! NOT THE HIMALAYAS AGAIN! I'M SORRY!" Christopher cried helplessly. "I'LL,... I'LL GIVE THE NECKLACE BACK. JUST,... PLEASE! BRING ME BACK HOME!"

"And you swear it?"

"YES! YES!"

"Very well." Vergil replied, and after another slash of the Yamato, Christopher and him were back to Swan Lane in mere seconds.

Christopher collapsed on the ground, almost worshipping the dirty asphalt for seeing and feeling it once more. Then, fishing the necklace from his pocket, he turned around to see the eldest son of Sparda looking down at him.

"Here, man, take it!" Christopher said as he handed the trinket back to Vergil.

"And I hope you learned your lesson." Vergil spoke as calmly as he could as he took the thing from Christopher's hand. He knew that the man would have no reason to lie now, and should he find him doing it again, he'll take it upon himself to make him face even greater consequences than ever before ( he was strongly debating whether to leave the doctor on an indigenous island tribe who still used poison darts to assault invaders but, he took mercy upon him and avoided the place altogether ).

"Yes! Yes! I swear I will be good!"

"Very well, then." Vergil nodded, then turned on his heel.

Christopher waited for Vergil to disappear and only then did he finally try to get up. Thinking with gusto on what to have for breakfast ( for it was, indeed, almost morning ), he simply walked back home without calling for a taxi ( luckily, he didn't drop his cellphone on the way to Nairobi ). Opening the door and going straight to his kitchen, he opened his fridge and found,... nothing.

Thinking that his eyes might only be tired from seeing too much within a single night, he closed the fridge and blinked several times. Then, he opened the fridge once more. Still nothing.

"What,... the hell?" Christopher muttered under his breath.

His hunger almost consuming him, he began ransacking the shelves for anything to eat, anything at all. But, it was useless.

Someone stole all of his food!

Collapsing on the chair, he tried to stifle his screams of frustration as he grabbed fistfuls of his hair when he saw a piece of paper on the table right in front of him.

Curious, he grabbed the paper and read the words written on it.

Kittee an I ate all yer foods

It was yummee

Bydawei (Y/N)'s pupels tot me da alfebet last kreesmas and I learnt how ta wraite

Thankz fer da meal!

Yum yum yum

- Griffin

Can we go bak next time? Da mufens r hella delishas! Will bring Nitemerr too! He sez he wants ta see ya!

And at the bottom of the letter was a drawing of a frazzled - looking bird, with fierce - looking red eyes, in different shades of blue. And beside it, an illustration of a black cat with red eyes with the words, haha! Kittee gos mrreow! written next to it.

That damned poet's pets,... ate all of his damned food!

"FFFUUUCCCKKK!"

***

🌸 Three Wishes 🌸

***

The start of the new year proved to be very fruitful for you. First of all, Christopher Lancaster has moved to a different city that was very far from Swan Lane ( you found it strange that Griffon and Shadow seemed to be saddened by this fact ). Avery and Roman finally shared the good news to everyone ( you were not that surprised, actually, but all of you were very happy for the couple, nonetheless ). Your grandmother and Fleminger started seeing each other more and more and they both looked very happy ( once, Fleminger even visited the kindergarten you were working at and gave a musical instrument to each child, not to mention the more than generous sum he donated a week prior ). Dante left alone for Gaoltown on a mysterious gig he didn't want to share with others ( he didn't divulge the full details of the commission but, Morrison did spill that the client this time needed more than an Exorcist, and because of that, you have a strong feeling of what the Devil Hunter would be facing there ). Lady and Trish took turns watching over Dante's shop at Morrison's behest ( said they have this ladies' night thing going on and that they were working so hard because of this ). Nero went on more Devil Hunting missions with Nico ( Kyrie started tagging along, cooking foods for them and assisting Nico with Breaker repairs ). And Vergil? Let's just say he was busy with something,...

What about you and V?

For one, you have witnessed how V's demeanor changed for the better. As a matter of fact, he felt so different now compared to how he was the first time you've met him. Now, he smiled a lot, ate more than ever before, and most importantly, he finally allowed himself to loosen up a bit and have fun.

Also, you're very happy to see how well he has gotten along with your students ( he insisted on visiting there every once in a while, either to play the violin or to read fairy tales ), that, over time, the children has gotten attached to him. So, he finally made the decision to apply there as a substitute teacher ( he can't focus on a full time teaching job because he was still active as a Devil Hunter ), and, honestly? You were beyond thrilled and excited. You even began looking forward to the days when it was his turn to teach because, every time he whips up fun tales for the children to listen to, he would always ask Griffon and Shadow to act out as the main characters ( the demonic bird was already asked to play as an astronaut who got lost in space, a pirate who can't swim, and a Genie who can't cook barbecue, and the demonic feline was already made to play a mermaid who turned into a hair brush, a warrior who came out of a durian, and a witch who turn swine into fish ). On some rare cases, the generous poet, along with his pet demons, would play tirelessly with the children for hours on end until the familiars got so tired, they turned into their stalemate states a few times.

And what about outside your work? Honestly, you couldn't ask for anything else, for you felt so content and satisfied with V by your side. He has even taken a vast interest with your full - time occupation as a pianist ( being a surprisingly talented musician, himself ). He never missed any of your concours and he has become your biggest fan ( he would always kindly ask to play something with you if you're not busy ).

At times, you didn't know, or couldn't figure out, what you did to deserve such a very loving, thoughtful, and wonderful person. Your wounds of your past has now fully healed, thanks to V, and everyday, you look forward to seeing him and spending the rest of the day with him. You never stopped thanking the Heavens for granting you this wonderful opportunity of being together with the most loving, caring, and gentle man you have ever met.

Indeed, with V by your side, you have become the happiest woman on earth.

February 14, 2020

" ... and we can handle the rest. No worries!"

You still couldn't understand. Your partner's back! And what's more, she's with Vergil!

Vergil Sparda, of all people!

The two were graciously asking you to take a rest from teaching, taking over as teachers for the day to make up for the lost time ( your partner has been absent for quite a while ). And honestly? The two were doing a pretty good job ( you were a bit scared of what the students would think of Vergil, turned out he was fond of children deep beneath his stoic and intimidating shell, and they easily fell in love with him ) that you instantly felt confident of their skills.

But, work matters aside: Vergil was, indeed, the man who has been visiting your partner since last year! The man has been trying so hard to win her affections over the holidays, hence his absence from Devil hunting missions! And you saw that he has finally succeeded! The smile on his face said so!

And your partner? She looked positively radiant! And she should be! She's finally together with someone who deserved her love and kindness!

Finally, she would no longer feel heartbroken and lonely, and she could focus more on her violin now!

"It's alright, (Y/N)." Vergil reiterated as he handed a stuffed tiger to a little girl. "We can take it from here."

"Thank you, Vergil." You said, smiling at him and feeling so grateful for his initiative and generosity.

"No. Thank you. For taking care of my brother." The eldest son of Sparda answered. "I have never seen V so happy. And content. And full of life. He has changed, and for the better. I'm sure mother would be so proud of you, and she would feel honored to have you as a new member of the Sparda family,... little sister."

"Oh! I," you mumbled, suddenly feeling the heat creep up your cheeks and ears at the thought of marrying into the Sparda family. " ... thank you so much, Vergil."

"Come on, (Y/N), it's the fourteenth of February!" Your partner playfully told you as she held onto your arm. "You know what it means, don't you?"

"I don't know about that!" You lied with a shy smile, already feeling excited for this wonderful day.

"Go on! I'm sure he's waiting for you outside." Your partner let you go and practically pushed you out of the room with a mischievous look.

Giving the couple one last look before going out, you waved at them and said, "Thanks, guys!"

"You're welcome, (Y/N)."

"No problem, partner!"

Wearing a smile that could only be described as full of love and happiness, you went outside the colorful kindergarten building and, indeed, saw V waiting for you outside. And what's more, he was atop a jet black motorcycle that made your eyes widen in awe.

With a devilish smirk, V gestured for you to join him and said, "Nero persuaded me to get my own vehicle, since we would not be getting Nico's services for the next couple of months."

"That,... looks positively badass!" You admitted as you received your helmet from him. "Is this what you're trying to learn last month? How to ride a motorcycle?"

"Indeed." V answered as he felt your arms wrapping around his mid section. "Surprised?"

"Yeah!" You answered as you watched him wear his own helmet.

"Where to, my sweet lady?" V asked, his deep voice laced with mischief and excitement.

And with a little smirk of your own, you said, leaning onto him, "Wherever your heart desires, my dear poet."

***

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...

"V,..." The poet heard Dante's voice from a distance. "V! Wake up!"

V opened his eyes and saw the worried look on Dante and Griffon's faces.

"V," Dante muttered as he grabbed the poet's shoulders, helping him sit and trying to wake him up by shaking him a bit. " ... are you okay? What happened?"

"I thought you're done for, V!" Griffon, who gently landed on his leg, sounded like he was crying in despair.

V felt his eyes getting heavy and hot with unshed tears, and there was a growing pain in his chest that was beginning to feel more and more like a massive inconvenience. His hand reached up and clutched it, feeling emptier and lonelier than ever before.

"I saw her." The poet began, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion after such a shocking and harrowing experience. "As a dancer, a musician, a teacher, a patient, a partner, a lover,... " Looking into Dante's eyes, he let out those words that nagged and gnawed on his conscience, begging to be freed after such a long time. "It has always been her, Dante."

"What do you mean by that, V?"

"It was (Y/N). We were always together. It has always been her. And her alone." Taking a deep breath, he finally set those tears of his free from their deep, jade prison and declared, with a clear voice, "(Y/N),... is, indeed, my soulmate."

Leaving the poet for a while, Dante stood and marched directly towards the one who caused V all this misery.

The one woman, dressed from head to toe in black, who mourned for the lost of her love.

For many centuries.

"Azalea," Dante began, looking down at her and trying to get through her intimidating shell one more time. But, he still couldn't. " ... what happened to V? What did you do to him?"

The woman named Azalea returned Dante's worried gazr, her pair of gold rose eyes that shed so many tears seemingly penetrating the depths of his own soul.

And with a look that made the Legendary Devil Hunter realize how weak he really was before her, she spoke,...

"I opened,... his eyes."

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V and Dante will return.

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🌸🌸🌸

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#vitale sparda #devil may cry 5 #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #epilogue

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fyeahmaulsoka · 4 years

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I got 93% on an assignment I was stressed about!!!!! Sorry, I'm really happy. 😂 Maul comforting Ahsoka after a nightmare, please?

i’m so sorry for the late reply but congrats!! i understand the feeling of stress of work, so i hope this helps :)

He sensed the disturbance before it happened, it clawed at him in his sleep before he was forced awake. It was dark and a bit cold in the shuttle they stole from a station on a desert moon. He was surprised that Ahsoka was willing to do such a task but they were desperate, they were two huge targets for the Empire and were running away from them every day since the Galactic Empire rose.

He sits up in his bunk, the duvet falling off his bare chest which immediately shivered at the cold. But he didn’t have time to worry about that now, all his focus was on the Togruta in the bunk opposite him.

He sensed the upcoming battle within her and soon she started to move, harshly before they became frantic and her voice getting louder. He quickly made his way over to her just as she rolled on her back, face scrunched in pain and fear.

“No…” She whispered. “No, stop! No!”

“Tano.” He whispered a bit louder then her, hoping she would hear his voice. She didn’t and continued to trash.

“Stop it, don’t!”

“Tano.” Her arms flailed, almost knowing him over. She would have succeeded if he wasn’t so good at reading her moves and dodging them. “Tano - Ahsoka, wake up.”

“Stop it!” She screamed, tears forming on her closed eyes. “Please stop! Don’t do this!”

Her hands wrapped around her throat and he immediately pulled them away, pinning them to her sides as she continued to trash her body, now harder against his restraints.

“Ahsoka wake up!” He growled slightly, despite her petite figure she was strong and had strength more then others; he admired that of her.

“Don’t do this!” She cried. “Anakin please!”

He flattered, she was having a nightmare about Anakin - her master. The one we warned her about for becoming Sidious’s new apprentice, she didn’t believe him and he couldn’t understand why. Surely she must have seen things that made her think of her master's alliance with the dark side, surely Anakin did something to her to make her see it. So why didn’t she believe that he would fall?

Maul found his answers a week as they worked together to survive the new rise of power, he had asked her and she told him everything. How Anakin loved her, protected her, comforted her and taught her many great things that other Jedi do not. He could understand now why she refused to believe that her master would fall, she had even let him see her memories and Maul came to have respect for the man that was once a Jedi - now a Sith serving his former master.

“Anakin please!” The tears came harsher and his grip tightened, cursing himself that he lost focus. “Stop this, I’m here now!”

He frowned at her as he felt his two hearts tighten just a little, she was calling out to him, begging him to stop whatever horrid things we were doing, she still believed the good in him.

“I won’t leave you! Not this time! So please stop!” Her heartbeat quicken and her breathing was beginning to get frantic, Maul needed to snap her out of it quickly before it was too late.

“Ahsoka!” He said loudly, leaning down so she could hear him better over her own tears and cries. “Ahsoka! You need to wake up, now!”

“Anakin…”

He growls and starts to shake her, he knows it seems harsh but she needs to wake up.”Wake up Ahsoka! Now!”

Her eyes open and she gasps loudly, Maul lets go of her as she rushes to sit up, panting heavily as her tears continue to fall. He doesn’t say anything, he knows all about nightmares and knows right now that she needed some silence to collect herself.

She puts a hand on her chest and closes her eyes, slowly her breathing calms down to his normal pace as does her heart. She stays like this for a moment before opening her eyes, her hands slightly clenching the sheets of the bed.

He waits a few moments until he calls her. “Tano.”

She blinks and turns to him, her eyes red and dazed. “Maul?” She stares at him for a few moments, wondering if he was real. “W-Why are you here?”

“We share the same room.” He answered with a quiet voice, trying not to startle her that she already was.

“Oh.” Is the only answer she gave him, blinking. “Did I wake you up? I’m-”

“Do not say sorry,” He cut her off. “None of it is your fault.”

She frowned, not believing him but didn’t answer him back. She must not have noticed the tears continuing to fall as she didn’t wipe them away, he didn’t know what came over him but Maul gently placed a hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb over her cheeks, wiping the tears away.

Ahsoka jumped, not expecting the soft action from him but quickly leaned into his touch. It was warm and soothing, something she desperately needed right now. Maul was surprised to see her not push him away, seeing her comfortable he gently held her face and wiped away the tears on her other cheek.

Their eyes met, Ahsoka’s bright blue that held fear and pain shone into Maul’s golden regret and understanding.

Maul then noticed that her body was shaking and knew it wasn’t just the cold, he could sense her fear of her nightmare and going back to sleep, afraid that another nightmare would surface. He knew all about nightmares, they were frequent and painful, memories before and after his demise by Obi-Wan. Right now he was the only one who understood what Ahsoka was feeling, literally as they were mostly likely the only survivors of the old Jedi and Sith before the rise of the Galactic Empire.

He held a breath as Ahsoka placed a hand of her own over his, still shaking and gently gripped him. She held it firmly and closed her eyes, leaning into his hand as if she was begging - desperate for something to get rid of the horrid images that clouded her mind.

His two hearts ached, he couldn’t help but feel for the young woman before him, she had been through a lot for someone of her age and continues to fight through it. He admired her strength and fierceness, but everyone had bad days where they couldn’t hold it any longer, and now it was Ahsoka’s turn.

He moved ever so slightly and the grip on his hand hardened, Ahsoka was surprised by her own action given her widened eyes and loosened her grip, her hand still on top of his. He knew what she wanted and was too embarrassed to say it, normally he would tease her for that but tonight, tonight he won’t and for once be a gentleman.

“Would you like me to stay?” His voice soft and gentle, his hands still cradling her face as she looks up at him with widened eyes, a beautiful shade of blue that he would stare at forever.

It took her a few moments before she finally nodded. “Y-Yes.”

He moved slowly, careful not to disturb her. She moved aside as he got on the bunk and pulled the cover over them, his arm laid out to invite her in. Her cheeks darkened but she gave in and layed close to his chest, his arm slowly coming to her back before she allowed herself to fully press herself against him. His arms wrapped around her softly and rubbed soothingly circled on her back, her arms slowly came around his torso and buried her face in his chest.

“Thank you.” Ahsoka says after a few minutes of silence, her heart beats back to normal and starts to get comfortable in his arms.

“Your welcome, Ahsoka.” He used her name this time, it only felt right given the situation. “Go back to sleep now, I’ll chase your terrors away.”

It was a promise that he intended to keep.

#mine #answered #fanfic #request

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tea-docx · 4 years

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a kind of magic

Hongjoong is a wizard who's specialty lies in healing and Yunho is clumsy.

Magic!AU, Yunjoong, TW injury, 2486 Words

“What are you looking at?” Yeosang approached Hongjoong, a bowl of cereal in his hands as he sat down on the windowsill as well. When the older didn’t answer, the brunet frowned and looked down into the park next to the apartment building; trying to find what had captivated the other this much. A small smile was playing on Hongjoong’s lips as he watched the boy in the park play with a little girl and Yeosang let out a small laugh when he found his target. “Will you ever stop looking at him? I mean, it’s kinda strange, isn’t it?” Hongjoong finally tore his gaze from the boy and looked at the younger male next to him, the smile slowly turning into a pout. “It is, isn’t it?” He sighed and looked down at his hands. “It’s not that I mean to, it’s just like he keeps drawing me in. There’s… something, something about him.” “Maybe you just think he’s cute?” Yeosang teased, a smirk now prominent on his face. “I think you’re cute. Do I stare at you?” Hongjoong dryly replied, turning back to look out the window once again. “Aww, you think I’m cute. But… what if he’s like us? Maybe it’s your magic reacting to his.” As if to prove his point, the younger male took his spoon out of the bowl and froze the remaining milk in it. “Ugh, go away with your ice magic. The room temperature drops every time you use it.” Hongjoong complained, although there was no bite to it. “Shut up, you love me and my ice magic.” “Hm, I guess I do.” The blond finally stood up, taking the bowl from Yeosang. “Jeez, definitely too cold.” He walked over to the kitchen and placed it in the sink, the younger following him. “But what you said about the magic thing, I guess it could be that. Although he never really gave off the vibe.” Hongjoong leaned against the counter as he pondered to himself and Yeosang couldn’t help but laugh. “The Woosan have literally set your kitchen on fire with their magic and you didn’t know they were wizards.” “Oh shut it. Anyway,” Hongjoong stood up normally again. “Wanna go somewhere? I’m tired of sitting around all day.” “Sure, let’s go then.” Yeosang jumped up excitedly and Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile at the youngers’ antics. “Get the others too, I’ll treat you three today.”

“How was the park?” Seonghwa asked as Yunho closed the front door behind himself, ready to slip off his shoes. “It was nice, I met a sweet little girl who wanted to play hide and seek.” Yunho eventually joined Seonghwa on the couch, watching the older put his phone away and turn to face him instead. “Sounds fun. What was her name? Maybe I know her from the daycare.” “Lee Eunbi. Although, I suppose that’s kind of generic. Uhm… she had shoulder-length straight black hair and - ah right she also had this butterfly hair clip. She said she wears it every day.” Seonghwa watched with a smile as Yunho excitedly went on about the little girl he met, happy that the younger seemed to have had a good day. “Oh, I think I know her, actually.” Yunho smiled at that and cuddled himself into the couch, draping a blanket that was lying next to him over himself. "I'm gonna take a nap." He announced and was passed out just seconds later. Seonghwa shook his head and laughed at the others antics, he never understood how the male did that – falling asleep just like that. He got up from the couch and went into the kitchen, deciding to get started on a late lunch or early dinner so that they could eat when the younger woke up again.

"Wake up sleepy head. I made your favourite." Hongjoong slowly opened his eyes to see San hovering over him and closed them again, letting his head fall back against the pillow. "Yah, that's now how you treat someone who made you breakfast." "How did you even get in?" The reply came out muffled, the pillow in his face not exactly doing Hongjoong any favours. "Hongjoong, hyung, Joongie, Joong of my life, we all have had keys for this place since the week you moved in." San smiled innocently and stayed just long enough for the older to see it before fleeing the room, making his way back to the kitchen. "These kids, I swear." Hongjoong mumbled to himself and got up, walking over to his closet and throwing on a hoodie before leaving his bedroom as well. He shook his head when he saw the three males sitting on his couch, happily munching on their food. "Morning, demons." The blond grumbled, a chorus of "MORNING!"'s following. When Hongjoong finally took a seat as well, the attention suddenly seemed to be focused on him. "So, how did I get the honour of you guys being here?" Not even expecting an answer, the oldest of the bunch started to dig into his food. "Well, you treated us yesterday so we wanted to treat you too. You always take care of us, so we thought maybe we could at least make you breakfast." Wooyoung answered and the other two nodded along. Hongjoong swallowed and tried to contain his smile. "You know it's in my nature to take care of others, it kinda comes with having an affinity for healing magic. But… thanks, it means a lot." He barely had the time to put his bowl down on the coffee table before he had the three males surrounding him, drawing him into a very warm group hug. "Alright alright, can I actually eat now?" Hongjoong laughed and the others quickly let go of him.

Once again at the park, Yunho didn't know what to do. It was getting colder outside, small icy puddles had already formed overnight, so not a lot of children would be out today. For a while, Yunho enjoyed the peace it gave him and sat down on one of the swings, which usually were always being used whenever he came. But after an hour of people watching and swinging, he got bored. He started wandering around the park, hoping to maybe discover something new and possibly exciting. Although, that didn't last for too long as he slipped on one of the icy patches and fell, his arm not only making a not so pretty sound but also brushing a sharp stone. Yunho cried out and sat up, holding his arm close to himself.

Hongjoong was almost home when he heard a cry of pain sound through the park. He immediately went in, trying to find out where it came from. When he saw who it was, he got flustered for a second before running up to the male and crouching down next to him. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Hongjoong tried to be as calm as possible, not wanting to send the other male into panic.

Yunho looked up at the newcomer, the tension in his body loosening when he saw the kind and careful eyes of the male. "I… think I broke my arm. I slipped on the ice and fell." He admitted with an embarrassed smile, still clutching onto his arm.

"Let me help you get up and I'll take you to my apartment. It's in the building right over there." Hongjoong pointed his finger to the building next to the park. "I'll be able to help you better there and it would probably be good for you to get out of the cold." He offered the cute stranger his hand, although he wasn't sure if it would be the smartest way for him to get up. Surprisingly, the male took his hand and with the help of Hongjoong heaved himself up.

It surprised Yunho how small the blond actually was and he could tell that the other was thinking the same. He smiled shyly at him and asked him to show the way, already holding onto his arm again, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his body.

Hongjoong prayed that none of his friends were at his apartment, he really didn't want to deal with them at that moment. He quickly ushered the male in and closed the door behind him, foregoing taking off his shoes because he had other priorities. "Sit down on the couch and take off your jacket. I would prefer it if you take whatever you're wearing under off as well so that the access to the injury is easier, but if you're uncomfortable you can just bunch up the sleeve as well."

Yunho nodded and did as asked, hesitating before taking his hoodie off as well. It did make him slightly uncomfortable but he'd look over it in favor of maybe getting the pain in his arm reduced. Truth to be told, he did wonder exactly what the other was going to do, although the blond seemed confident in what he did so Yunho hoped it would be okay.

"Alright then. This… might feel a little weird, sorry." Before the brunet could question him, Hongjoong took his arm into his own hands and closed his eyes, visibly concentrating as he let his magic run through the others arm, slowly but surely piecing everything back together as it should be. And he felt it, he felt that the other had magic in him, felt that it was greater than anything he ever felt.

Yunho watched the other in wonder, realizing that he must be a wizard like Seonghwa and him. It was bizarre, living with his parents, he always thought that people like him were rare, although now that he lived in the city he seemed to be proven wrong.

The two sat in silence, Hongjoong healing up Yunho's arm and Yunho watching him. That was, until the brunet cleared his throat and started talking. "My name is Yunho, by the way. Jeong Yunho. I'm… sorry for all of this, I'm just rather clumsy but I never actually got hurt like this. I'm sorry you have to go through all this trouble, you probably-" "Calm down, Yunho. Everything's alright, your arm should be okay now too." Hongjoong finally let go of Yunho's arm and gave his hoodie back to him, the younger gladly putting it on. "I'm Kim Hongjoong. And really, no need to worry. Helping people is kind of my thing, if you haven't guessed already." He sat up, his cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink. "I never learned how to use magic and my roommate doesn't use his around me because of that. It was interesting to see and feel how it works." Yunho admitted truthfully, smiling at Hongjoong. "Everyone's magic is different. My specialty is healing magic, my friends exel in ice, fire and air magic. But yours… It's unlike anything I have ever felt. Maybe it was because you never used it, it could be that all the unused energy is bundled up." The smaller started pondering a bit more, thinking out loud from time to time. Yunho watched him and listened, entranced by the male.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I should probably head home; I don't want to worry my roommate." Yunho said eventually, already putting on his jacket. "Oh yeah sure. Uh…" The flush returned onto Hongjoong's cheeks and he faced the floor instead. "Would you like to hang out sometime? You seem like a very nice guy and uh-" "Of course! Here," Yunho pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, unlocked it and handed it to Hongjoong. "Save your number and text yourself. We can make out the details later!" Hongjoong did as told and handed Yunho his phone back, quickly getting up to get a scarf from the drawer near the front door. "Here take this, it must be even colder outside now!" Yunho smiled and thanked the older, reassuring that he would text him later and left the apartment. As soon as the door closed, Hongjoong let out a huge puff of air and finally slid out of his shoes. "This is going to take some time getting used to."

But unlike he predicted, Yunho and Hongjoong got on surprisingly well. There weren't lots of awkward situations and the two could talk to each other without ever getting bored. Instead of watching Yunho from his window, Hongjoong had taken to joining him from time to time instead, only if his friends weren't around though. Although, they did look surprised to see Yunho and Hongjoong on the olders couch with cups of hot chocolate when they came to visit that day. (Yeosang would tell you that he saw it coming, San would tell you that Yeosang was full of bullshit.) One day, they organized a group meet up with all of them, also inviting other friends of Yunho and Seonghwa's and spent an hour explaining the different kinds of magic to him and even tried to teach him some basic things. The group has kind of become and set thing since then and the eight of them would often be seen hanging out, either at someone's apartment or somewhere else. And while Yunho and Hongjoong both gained new friends, the time they spent together also let them explore their feelings a little.

It's been months since they first met and if asked, Hongjoong would tell you that he's probably been in love with the younger ever since their first conversation. Yunho would tell you that it took time for him to understand why he felt so differently about Hongjoong and San (who Yunho surprisingly became very close to) would tell you that he was tired of the two of them always dancing around each other. When it became clear that neither of them would actually do anything about their feelings, the other six males started making plans and schemes to get the two together. Almost giving up, San came up with one last thing, something you'd see in every American teen movie.

And so Hongjoong and Yunho found himself locked into the Woosansang's apartment, along with a note on the door that told them to 'stop being cowards and confess already because it became painful to watch them pining over each other. And if Yunho didn't say anything but just kissed Hongjoong instead and if they spent the two hours they had alone just whispering sweet nothings while holding each other, well then no one had to know that.

To this day, Hongjoong wouldn't be able to tell you what drew him to Yunho then and what still draws him in every single day. But if asked, he'd probably smile while thinking of his boyfriend and tell you that it just might've been a kind of magic, one that you'll only feel once in your life and only if you're lucky enough.

#elijah writes #ateez #atiny #jeong yunho #kim hongjoong #yunjoong #hongho #kang yeosang #park seonghwa #choi san #choi jongho #song mingi #jung wooyoung #fanfiction #crossposted on ao3 #kpop #magic au #i just love my boys a lot

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malethirsty · 4 years

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My Nightingale/My Fae: Desi Harperin

My Fae

Summary: With a big club expo coming up, Desi has entered you and him to perform. With it being your first bog performance, he helps you, but is there more to your appeal then a need for guidance?

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired by: Sunlight - https://youtu.be/PELeEo33JXs & Bet On Me - https://youtu.be/00S4lFY2DUs

“Wait Y/N, how about this one?” Desi sat perched on the end of your bed, his guitar the only thing covering his naked form as he strummed for a bit and then came out with

I need you in my bed now

Can’t get you off of my mind

I’m dying of this thirst boy

I’ll drink up your water divine

You smiled, hearing Desi string out his desires for you was quite something to hear. Over the past few weeks, writing and fucking was all you had been doing, as it turned out he was as good at writing lyrics as he was at fucking, and for a man who had made you see stars cause he fucked you so hard, that was saying something. “I think we can save The Horny Song for another time.” You raised your eyebrows at him, and he pouted, making you laugh at how ridiculous it was.

Desi crawled back over to you and kissed you deep “I always love times like this Y/N, only us, nothing in the world to bother us, everyone rushing along, all in their own lives, while we can be happy in our own cocoon here.” “I’d love to rest here all day, but we need to do something about this show. We can’t show up with no song, and I don’t think the participants would appreciate The Horny Song with sexualised choreography, you can go to VEVO for that for free.” Now it was Desi’s turn to laugh “Give me some time today, I think it’ll be one of those good days.” ‘I hope so’ you thought as you rested your head down on your pillow. Desi, wanting to help you overcome your self doubt the best he could, booked you and him to sing at a talent exposé, and you were trying not to freak him out with nerves. Of course you were a lot better on thanks to every encounter since the dressing room, but performing still made you nervous, stage nerves are bound to happen, but you’d wish there was an easier way to deal with it.

You waited out the day, trying to think of good concepts until you decided nothing was going to occur to you stuck in your house, so you grabbed your phone and walked over to a artists park, where people could gather and perform material in private or public, you found a tree who’s leaves were all beaming yellow and sat down under it’s shade. You shut your eyes and hummed for a bit, trying to think of which song to sing, your mind continued to go where it usually went, to Desi, how he soothed you, how rich his voice was, how he looked like what a wood fairy would look like. Pink and glittery dust was one way to think of a fairy, but there was more to it than that, with that thought, you scrolled down until you found the perfect artist who could encapsulate that mood: Hozier. You hummed some warm ups and pressed play as you began:

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet

Who would trade that hum of night

For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

But whose heart would not take flight?

Betray the moon as acolyte

On first and fierce affirming sight

Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

I had been lost to you, sunlight

And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight

Oh, your love is sunlight

Oh, your love is sunlight, oh

But it is sunlight

This part made you think of who you used to be, hiding away in the shadows as you sang, scared of what the world world would think of you, but then Desi came along and pulled you into the light. But still there was something there, something untapped

All the tales the same

Told before and told again

A soul that’s born in cold and rain

Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

And at last can grant a name

To a buried and a burning flame

As love and its decisive pain

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

You didn’t know if Desi truly loved you, or saw you as a pity fuck. You adored him, but didn’t know where you stood, he said many loving things and had gotten you free of your doubts of talent, but all it had done was shift it’s focus onto whether you were good enough for Desi to love. The pain you had was decisively staying and it was innerly cutting through you. You went back through the chorus again, channelling your inner rage into your vocals, becoming raspy as you did so.

Oh, all these colors fade for you only

Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight

Oh, all these colors fade for you only

Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight

Each day, you'd rise with me

Know that I would gladly be

The Icarus to your certainty

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Strap the wing to me

Death trap clad happily

With wax melted, I’d meet the sea

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

It was like you were being torn, your head telling you that you were nothing in Desi’s eyes but a charity case, and your heart screaming at you that Desi truly cared, your head and heart had ropes and were tearing you asunder. You remembered what he told you ‘Tell yourself; I am worthy, I am loved, believe it no matter what’ and before you brushed it aside ‘I have you’ you thought ‘And you ain’t gonna die suddenly’ but you understood now what he meant and good or bad, you would come out of this better. As the song finished, you knew what you needed, as you walked back to your house you texted Desi ‘Meet me 6:30 outside Broadway, I’ve got a good idea for a song’

A week passed and it was time for the show. You & Desi had been hard at work on your idea, about a reciprocation of love from both lovers that meant the most to the other, their insecurities melting away. Over the course of that week, you eschewed your worries in favour of spending more time with Desi; writing, going out and fucking as many times as you could, almost like a rhythm, but now with you backstage at the bar, nearly ready to go on, your nerves began to eclipse you again, the swirling dark trap beat coming from Lil Frex not doing much to help. “Hey Y/N- no it’s not right to say now- Y/N are you alright?” Desi rushed over to your form against the wall, drawing deep breaths to centre yourself. “Y/N, speak to me, what’s wrong?” “This!” You gestured to you & Desi “This is wrong” your saw a heartbreaking look in his eyes, like they’d shattered but you went on unable to stop “You come over, we write, I come, then you leave. I don’t know what we have, whether you love me or if I’m some pathetic mess you had to help cause I was so damn ugly!” Desi grabbed you and pulled you away from the wall before embracing you “Oh Y/N, my sweet nightingale, why didn’t you tell me?” “I was scared, Desi, I didn’t want things to end and your life was fine so I didn’t want to disrupt it.” Desi looked at you deep in the eyes “My life is your life, if anything concerns or upsets you, it does the same to me. I will be there to help you.” He kissed you lightly on the lips, not a big pash like people do before they fuck, but a tender soothing one “Y/N, I love you. I love you Y/N.” Before you could comprehend what he said Lil Frex’s set finished, you were next. Pulling yourself together and wiping your eyes, you nodded politely at the rap tress as she came off the stage, freshly buzzed as you and Desi made your way up the stairs “Remember, it’s you and me, by the campfire.” Desi assured you as you griped his hand and walked out onto the stage to polite applause.

Several weeks ago, you’d never have made it over the edge, this time however, you were sitting next to Desi, who clutched your hand as he tuned his guitar which soothed you. He counted you in and played the chords of the song, soft and folksy, and let them soak into the audiences heads before he began to sing.

I'll catch you when you're falling

Find me when I'm low

Hide me when I’m speechless

So they don't have to know

You took a deep breath in through your nose and softly out through your mouth, the bad rottedness of negativity somehow leaving your mouth for someone else, as you began your part

I've been turning reckless

Spinning out of control

And I can learn to bear it

If you'll let me call you home

You gazed at Desi, his expression looking like someone whom indeed had found love, staring at you warmly. It was like all your fears had depleted and your broken heart after so many years of angst was reforming. Smiling you began to harmonize.

I will walk with you

And stand by you tall

You can bet on me

And I will call you home

Cheers started to come out from the crowd, they liked you, and Desi as well, but people actually liked your singing! For someone wallowing in self doubt for years, this was paradise. You had to pull yourself together however, as there was more of the song. So you continued the Desi-Y/N tangling of the verses and togetherness of the chorus.

I was on the mend babe

I Turned wrong, Dimmed my own light

But to see your smile lately

Is a new spark in my life

I always thought I’d be lovelorn

When I stepped through your door

Now if you could fall in with me

It’s all I’d ever ask for

I will walk with you

And stand by you tall

You can bet on me

And I will call you home

You both began to hum the harmony as Desi strung his guitar, the beautiful music lifting you, like an etherial experience guiding you into the breeze, lifting you higher to where you could see all the city lights, to the point where you could no longer tell the difference between the lights and the stars, to the point where you were in heaven itself. As you heard the music dim, you returned to your cue with Desi.

I will walk with you

I’ll stand by you tall

I will bet on you babe

And you will be my home

As the song finished, the entire bar burst into applause, Desi kissed you softly and it made you blush, it was as if everything was right, the man you loved, loved you back. As soon as you’d done your bows and left the stage, he turned to you and whispered “After this is done and we’ve had dinner, we’ll get out of here, head to mine.”

Hearing everyone come up to you commenting on how good you were, how you set the tone for the other acts was liberating, it was as if you’d been living in darkness and now you saw daylight emerging. You turned to Desi whenever you got compliments, and after a while he leaned in “Look at the people, I’m happy, but you shouldn’t wonder what I’m thinking, you should soak it in.” Despite the fun you were having, the end of the night could not arrive quicker, so when conversation dimmed, you were relieved when Desi took your hand and led you to his apartment.

It was a nice affair, relatively simple, a nice set up, a whole bunch of records stached down the far end of the room, a microphone/recording studio straight to the other side. You weren’t able to tell much else because as soon as you crossed the threshold, Desi grabbed your lips into a passionate kiss, back against the door you removed your clothes, Desi doing the same. “Guide me my guardian fae.” You grinned “Sure my beautiful nightingale.” He responded as he led you to the bed in the corner, it was wide as could be, but perfect to house you as Desi softly pushed you onto it, your back colliding with the soft material of the bed. You were able to look at Desi and take him in, his beard, patch of chest hair, his guitar pick round his neck, his dick swaying in the air, hard for you now, Desi was hard for you. You stretched yourself out, taking it all in “Make love to me Desi Haeperin, take me all night if you must.” He began to remove the necklace, but you stopped him “No, I want that on Desi, I’ve bared my soul to you as a fresh canvas, you have the guitar pick as the sign of what artist you are, leave it on, it makes you complete.” Moved by your declaration, Desi began to advance towards you, like how Thomas Sharpe advanced towards his wife when setting the mood in Crimson Peak, he captured your lips again, breathing almost inconsequential to both of you, as you indulged in each other.

Finally you parted as Desi ventured down “Tonight was about you overcoming all your fears my love, let me give you bliss beyond expectation.” Your whole top half shot up in a gasp as Desi began to rim you, licking over your asshole, at certain points even pushing his tongue in, the heat from your tight walls an addicting pulse to him. As he worked you over, praises fell from your mouth, along with curses all mixed with his name. Eventually he finished his ministrations and moved back up to you, he spat into his hand and began to coat his cock before he looked at you “Bring your hand down, stroke me.” He instructed, and you obeyed, taking ahold his warm cock and began to stroke it, coating it with his spit, while he moaned “Oh yes Y/N, my cock is hard because of you Y/N, I need you, can I have you my love?” “Of course Desi, my fae.”

The sweet talk overwhelmed Desi as he shoved his way into your ass, moaning blissfully as your walls tightened around him, coaxing his cock further. He set a surprising pace, this time it was softer as if Desi wanted to be near you, experience you and if he departed for even a moment, terrible things would happen, all that mattered to you was pushing back against your lover. “Oh Desi!” “Oh Y/N!” Fell from both of your lips as you engaged in the building passion of your fuck. “Tomorrow morning as soon as you wake up, I’m gonna suck your dick for you, then we’re gonna stay in all day, order fast food, talk about random shit and make love, we’ll do it till we’ve lost our voices from how loud we scream.” “You know for singers that’s bad right?” Desi looked up grinning “I know, we aren’t really going to lose our voices, I was trying to excite you.” You began to laugh at your confusion but it turned into moans and mewls as Desi began to get rougher “Yeah Desi, harder, harder!”

Desi pounded into you desperately, a man intent on bringing his partner to orgasmic ecstasy before he fell over the edge. “Y/N, you’re the most amazing person to walk into my life, I love you so much!” “I love you Desi! Do you want to go out with me?” Your request that had been building up spilled over, but you couldn’t care less about being klutzy, you needed his answer and you got it in spades “YES! YES! OH GOD JESUS YES!” Desi cried out loudly. You hooked your legs around his and threw yourself backwards meeting him, causing both of you to groan out. You wouldn’t last much longer “Desi, I’m going to come!” Desi grabbed a hold of your cock and stroked it “Do it, cum for daddy, get me messy with it, cover my chest hair with your load, do it Y/N! Do it now!” With every last push from your voice box, you bellowed out your lustful cries as you shot all over both of you, copious amounts landing exactly where Desi wanted them to. Your walls contracted around Desi, as if milking him “Oh fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum! Oh Fuck! OH FFFUUCCKK!” Desi’s face was awash with pleasure as he shot load upon load.

Rather than taking himself out, Desi opted to stay in, resting on top of you gently as you softly moved your hands over his back. “I love you Y/N, my beautiful nightingale.” Desi whispered lovingly, you leant up for a kiss “I love you Desi Harperin, my guardian fae.”

#Desi Harperin #Male Reader #Desi Harperin x Male Reader #Desi Harperin Smut #Girls #GirlsHBO #Girls Smut #GirlsHBO Smut #My Nightingale/My Fae

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Hey! How is it going? :D Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve? *nsfw alert* Could you please do a scenario for Toma (Amnesia) when he & fem!reader spend New Year's Eve with all cafe members but after they are home Toma goes into his yandere mood and is like "I'm jealous, let's do something to change that"? XD

Ah yes, Toma, the yandere of the Amnesia series, aside from Ukyo of course. His route made me go ‘ o_o ‘ quite a few times especially when it got to the darker parts in Memories, exactly like Kanato’s in More Blood and Haunted Dark Bridal.

To be honest, I wasn’t initially planning on doing anything for New Year’s Eve, but you convinced me otherwise anon. ^~^ Though I’m sorry that it took a bit to get to. I hope you enjoy.

@vani-ya

Warning: Explicit content down below, mentions of non-con, drugging and overall yandere themes. Please read at your own discretion.

The shifts in Toma’s mood always came without warning and often unexpectedly; as the only telling sign of what lurked beneath the surface of that otherwise laid back, warm, kind and affectionate smile he would give you would be those moments where his smile would fall and you would catch something dark in his eyes for little more than a second; before his regular demeanor would return. It was still something that you had yet to get used to, even if you had been ‘ dating ‘ the said blonde for a few months, but those moments when you would be in the company of others instead of just his own were better as opposed to the confines of the home that he had turned into your protective cage.

However, unlike those other days, this one had seemed better as Toma’s behavior, along with the constricting and suffocating grip that he had on you, seemed to lessen, be it out of the fact that he trusted you enough not to do anything rash or to try or to make a break for it the off chance he let his guard down; you weren’t sure, but you were grateful to it regardless, as it led you to be where you were now, even if it had been with a reluctant agreement on Toma’s part.

The sight of the quaint cafe that you had worked at for so long was one that you didn’t realize you’d missed as much as you did until you had stepped into it. As the last customer had left an hour ago, or so you had been told who then went on to explain that he had decided to close the cafe early for the New Years Eve party, the same one that you, as a valued employee had been invited to; and the party that you had brought Toma along as a plus one; decorations and ornaments had been spread throughout the entire place as your friends and co-workers were all dressed up for the celebration; including Waka, while music played as the food was laid out on a spread on a nearby table, along with glasses of drinks. You were happy to see everyone again, in fact talking to them was refreshing and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your expression as you simply enjoyed yourself. You were having a great night celebrating the end of the year as well as the decade- truly you were.

Until you and Toma returned home.

As soon as you and Toma stepped through the threshold of your apartment and the door was closed and shut, the cold air that came through the apartment that always seems far too small in situations like this caused unease to instantly wash over you. Despite this, though you only made your way further inside, the smile still on your expression as you tried to stay optimistic and not let the unease get to you and ruin the good mood that you had been put in due to spending time with your friends and co-workers at the party, but no matter how much you tried to keep it back, it didn’t work. Just as it wouldn’t change what was moments away from occurring, and soon enough you were pinned to the bed on your back as Toma hovered above you, one hand firmly holding both of your smaller ones above your head by your wrists, while his knee was settled in between your legs, effectively holding you down. You could feel your heart beating against the confines of your chest as your cheeks were dusted a faint rose color from embarrassment, but it wasn’t excitement nor was it anticipation that kept your heart beating its fast-paced crescendo- at least not entirely- instead it was fear. Pure. Unbridled fear…And the fierce possessiveness that mixed with lust, desire and a noticeable hint of jealousy did nothing to help slow its pace as his amber hues, now molten with such desires gazed down into your nervous and fearful ones.

Toma had always been possessive and fiercely so, you’d always known this, just like you knew he was also the type who had proven to get easily jealous no matter how well he hid it in public; but how he would always devote himself in protecting you- to keeping you safe was something that you initially found both sweet and admirable, you’d loved that aspect about him, but it was only when you saw the darker aspect of those desires-of that devotion to that wish that he had, that you had come to think of it as something far different than the word ‘ sweet. ‘ and the word love had changed to something else.

During the time you had been ‘dating’ there would be times where you both would get intimate and how he currently had pinned you beneath him on the soft comforter was not unlike the other times you had found yourself on his bed beneath him, or simply trapped beneath him in general; regardless of whether it was the bed or against the wall of the apartment that you both now shared on Toma’s behalf.

Thankfully Toma had never taken it that far as each time and just before it could get to that point he would always snap himself out of it at the last minute. You knew Toma was constantly holding himself back from acting on those desires, you’d heard it from his lips yourself, however, now as you looked back into those eyes, you knew that tonight would not be one of those times and you found yourself scrounging through your thoughts for something- anything that would get you out of what you knew would come if you failed to snap him out of his current state and after finding whatever words you could, you parted your lips to speak but as if he had predicted your reaction; whatever you had been about to say was silenced as Toma lowered his head and captured yours in a heated, near bruising kiss. Taking advantage of your parted lips, Toma’s tongue slid inside your mouth, eyes closing as he once more savored the taste of you, just as he had before; before his tongue coiled around yours. It was only when you felt yourself compelled to swallow something, as the cool yet strange tasting liquid began to make its way down your throat and into your system that you realized much too late the reality of your situation and the hazy fogginess combined with a heat that began within your body, starting between your legs, began to take over.

As Toma pulled away from the kiss, all you could do was lay there, trapped and captured in his grip, your cheeks now a more flushed shade of red from the effects of the drug and your own twisted anticipation; as he looked down at you and for just a moment, regret flashed in his otherwise cold eyes as his lips turned upwards into a small smile

“ I’m sorry s/o, I wanted to avoid doing this…But it seems I don’t have any other choice if I want to make sure you look at me…Only me..” as he trailed off, his voice became distant and hallow as delusion began to creep back into his mind, his eyes glanced at your trembling wrists and in that same moment any regret changed to twisted amusement as his smile changed into a smirk, but the coldness in his eyes was now joined by anger “ I can feel you trembling…After everything I’ve done to you- for you- you still want to run away?… You really want to leave me that badly…? “ as the words escaped him, how hushed and quiet they were sent chills down your spine as you could hear the barely held back emotions that were brushing against the surface only to twinge his still molten amber hues; you could feel it in his grip as his hand still tightly and possessively clutched at both of your wrists in his own.

You could barely repress the shiver as his lips came to your ear, but you couldn’t stop the chill as words that were seeped in the same desire and lust which you could still see among the many in his eyes, were whispered against them

“ Seeing you under all of that attention from the others…Ikki and Shin…It made me feel so jealous that I wanted to grab you and lock you away from their eyes…Though I guess it doesn’t matter…Since you’re here with me now like this. The effect of that drug should be taking effect by now…So let’s do something to change that. “ softly pressing his lips to the skin just beneath the shell of your ear, his words were soft but even so, you could still hear just how out of his mind he was with delusion, as well as his obsession “ I love you…s/o.“

You wanted to protest, to ask him to stop as his hands made short work of your blouse and shortly after your bra, causing your upper body to now be exposed to him, while his lips softly be heatedly trailed down the column of your neck, leaving possessive purple blooms behind in his wake as his free hand massaged your right breast; but your mind was so hazy that you couldn’t and instead of feeling fear as Toma’s hands and mouth touched and toyed with your body in such an intimate way; his fingers toying and playing with your now peeked nipple, only to be replaced by his mouth after your shoulders and neck had been covered by purple the same blooms of possession, causing your back to arch off of the bed and into his mouth for a brief moment as your eyes closed and narrowed in pleasure; as a whimper escaped from your lips; you could only feel the same heat that had begun in between your legs get worse as it spread throughout your entire body, causing a desire- a need to be touched more- to take route within your thoughts.

“ P-please s-stop…Tom-Ahn! “ you began to beg, but before you could finish the pleasure spiked at feeling something rubbing against your clothes and still hidden sex, causing you to let out an audible moan as your eyes once again closed from the sensation. The quiet laugh that Toma let out was wicked in its amusement but right now, you couldn’t help but find it seductive as his hand and mouth continued to toy and pleasure your body by way of your breasts; but as you began to grind against his leg, Toma found himself stopping for just a moment, desire hooded eyes fixed on your expression as he watched you in silence before pulling away from your chest, having switched to your left breast after he’d given the right one enough attention, leaving it a mess of his saliva and his bite marks and your nipples peeked and hard with arousal, just as he had become due to this moment, but seeing you grind on his knee like that only made his own arousal worsen.

Letting go of your wrists his gaze locked with your own in a warning as he quietly instructed you to stay still, and you complied; even as he began to pull your skirt down over your knees and then finally from your body, before discarding it beside the bed, the same place your shoes, blouse, and bra were as well. Before his hands began to touch you once again- something that you found yourself needing although you knew how wrong this was- Toma slipped off his black jacket, before hooking his fingers under the orange and black striped fabric of his long-sleeved shirt, pulling up and over his head before tossing both it and the jacket to the ground beside your own clothes.

The sight of his toned chest did nothing to teem the wrapped desire that you felt and as he hovered over you once again, you found yourself wanting to run your hands along the skin, but as his own returned to your skin your thoughts were cut short as you felt his hand slowly stroking up your inner thigh, before two of his fingers ran along the lips of your pussy through the soft cotton of your panties, causing you to squirm and writhe at the contact. As he noticed the wetness on the cotton and his fingers, his eyes narrowed in hunger before impatiently tearing the cotton away from your body, causing an audible tear to be heard through the room and for you to be completely exposed to him moments before his fingers returned to your now weeping heat, stroking between the lips of the delicate bud as quiet mewls and whimpers escaped your lips, before ultimately sinking two fingers into your tight but wet heat.

You had expected pain at the sudden intrusion of his fingers but yet you weren’t surprised with how hot your body felt, or with how wet you were, the drug had no doubt had a hand in the lack of pain as well…But the once terrifying fact that he’d drugged you had never been further from your mind and as Toma’s fingers began to slowly move inside of you, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips for the briefest of moments, his gaze returned to your own and as a smirk came to his expression, you knew that he knew that as well.

“ I hadn’t expected it to work so well, maybe I gave you a little too much..? Ah…I don’t care…Not when you’re reacting to me the way you are right now…You’re so wet..And that look on your face…It’s so cute…Sexy..” further pushing his fingers inside of your pussy, while silently marveling at the way your wetness was making it so easy for his fingers to slip inside of you, he stops only when the knuckles of the two fingers are visible, before his gaze goes back to you, now reduced to a now begging mess as your eyes were stained with pleasure while his fingers began to move inside of you once more, tantalizingly stroking your walls as you writhed beneath him, cheeks now a dark and rosy hue.

Maybe he had taken it a bit too far this time…? But no…You were enjoying this, you were finally giving yourself to him- you were finally his…How could he not relish in the aspect of that? Especially…When you looked so sexy, so cute beneath him like this…You were warm and your skin was so very soft…Exactly how he’d imagined you’d feel like…But the sounds that he was hearing from you far outweighed any he’s admittedly imagined you’d make in his head. For so long he’d held himself back when he’d truly wanted to make you his, to have you in this same position as he did right now and so as the plea came from your lips, the desire and want evident in your voice and causing his own arousal to twitch in his pants, just as it had many times the longer this moment played out, his eyes became soft and loving, but you could still see traces of that madness lingering in his gaze; he complied.

Removing his fingers from your folds you could feel your pussy ache with the desire to be filled, while your body burned with the need of release. Making short work of both of his shoes, jeans, and boxers, his body soon returned to your own, his touch being gentle as one arm wrapped around your waist after gently guiding your legs around his waist as his swollen cock brushed against your waiting heat and as he pushed inside, the drawn-out moan you gave joined with his own groan as his eyes closed and out of impatience- the need to feel more of you- he began to move.

As his body moved against yours, your pants and moans joined and mixed with his own; as both of your eyes were closed with blissful pleasure, your hands threaded in his hair, keeping him close to you as he continued to move, every thrust he gave bringing you closer to the release that you found yourself desperately wanting. Even as it began to creep closer you knew that this would not be the only time tonight that Toma would claim your body for himself and from the look that had been in his eyes before, as well as the way his mouth came over yours in such a hungry but passionate way, you didn’t expect it to be the only time either. Something warmth came to your eyes amidst the haze of pleasure and it was only when that single hot tear rolled down your cheek did you realize what it was.

Were you crying from pleasure? Happiness?..Or mournful acceptance that you would never escape the loving cage you knew you would be trapped in for as long as you lived? You were no longer sure.

After all, in this haze that had you drunk off pleasure and desire, you could no longer think of anything but Toma and Toma alone and that was just fine with him as that was exactly how he wanted you after all. For as long as you remained in that daze, in this cage, you would be safe. Safe and protected within his invisible chains.

#Yandere!Toma x Reader #Amnesia #Toma #Reader x Yandere!Toma

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