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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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proserpina

homelander x reader

CW: dark!soulmate au, possesive/obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere tenancies, fem reader, angst(?), homelander needs his own warning bruh

“You’ve seen his cynical mind, the possessive soul he bears, you know his cruelty knows no bounds. But at this moment, he is simply a broken man who craves your affection so desperately it’s almost pathetic.”

Proserpina (Roman mythology): Proserpina, daughter of Jupiter and Ceres, goddess of fertility, was kidnapped by Pluto, king of the underworld, who fell in love with her after seeing her picking flowers.

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You remember the first time anyone, other than your parents, ever saw your soulmate mark.

You were 16, still hanging out with friends at the park like a normal kid. The new tattooed ink on your wrist was a mystifying wonder to everyone your age. The way it appears overnight, rising to the surface of your skin like a beautiful art piece. Everyone wanted to see each other’s marks and foolishly hope one of the other kids was theirs to call home.

Your parents told you not to show anyone, that it was… too much for them to handle.

“Let us see yours,” they said, crooked teeth and flushed dirty faces crowded your vision, you were all so young still. And of course, you smiled and showed them your arm, letting them crowd around and stare at your binding mark.

You remember the sliver of proudness that beamed in your chest at their awed silence. The way they gaped at the motherland eagle, the ridges of its wings, and the sharpness of its beak.

Anyone would recognize the symbol, even at your age, it was something that you could identify. Even though he was a newly formed hero, still on the brink of coming out from Vought, you all knew what it represented. Even though he was a bit older than you, even though he was a powerful fucking supe - you were proud in that moment.

You don’t exactly remember when, but sometime after that people started to look at you differently.

You weren’t you anymore, you were Homelander’s soulmate. A way to get in with their favorite superheroes, a way to get cash, a way to get attention.

Of course, you’ve seen him, everyone has seen him. He’s like Santa or Jesus, an integral part of America. It only got worse as you grew up. Especially once he became number one, it was like a flashbang - you were bombarded with this new wave of emotions and feelings every time you looked at his face on a screen. It wasn’t a welling of love or adoration, but something more acrid.

People always asked you what it was like being Homelander’s soulmate despite the fact you’d never actually met the guy. They were always in your face, blabbering about how lucky you were. Prodding with their questions as if they were a part of it all.

“That must be so exciting!” Or “You must be so happy to have Homelander as your soulmate!”

It was nauseating.

You grew up with his patriotic ass plastered on every billboard and poster in New York, his movies, his comics, his interviews - always on screen. You could recount his fucking life story and you’d never even met him. You were 110% sure no one asked Homelander what he thought about his soulmate.

Not to mention your parents, god, they couldn’t get enough of it. They were so fucking happy, so fucking ecstatic that you were Homelander’s soulmate. How much rep you’d get, how much screen time, the privileges they said. His name left everyone’s mouths like he was their god.

So why didn’t you feel the rush of excitement? Why did you feel dread and damnation creeping up your spine every time you turned on the TV and he was there?

Probably because you’ve seen the horror stories. The awful dailies on the news where a supe “accidentally” killed their soulmate. Gruesome scenes of split spines, shattered bones, piles of ash and guts. Of course, people always said you had nothing to worry about. It was Homelander, he’d never do anything like that. But you always felt the fear linger when he did public speeches.

Unfortunately for the world, Vought had made it their mission to find every supe’s soulmate and “unite” them as one.

It’s a bunch of corporate media bullshit.

But people want to see their favorite heroes in a humble light, settled down, and cozied up with their “one true love”. Of course, Vought wouldn’t miss an opportunity to milk it, snagging supe’s soulmates left and right like they’re just stray dogs on the street.

It was only a matter of time before they found you. To be honest, you’re surprised they haven’t gotten to you sooner, that they left you alone to lead a “normal” life. After all, you’re The Homelander’s soulmate - that means a lot more than you thought it ever could.

Though you suppose you didn’t make it easy for them. You never posted about it online, you refrained from telling new people that you met, and you tried to cover it up all the time.

But all it really takes is some nosey neighbor or ex-friend from high school to rat you out.

And suddenly you’re being dragged to the the Seven tower, hounded by Vought employees and a perky assistant who won’t shut the fuck up.

Alice? Amanda? No wait- Ashley, blabbers away to you about how fortunate they are that they found you. She’s chipper as a chipmunk, asking you all kinds of questions that make your skin crawl, tapping away at her screen like you’re just another product ready to be shipped out. Are you single? Do you have any kids? What’s your medical history? Religious preference? Who should we contact in case of an emergency?

“He’s going to be so happy! I know it’s gonna be great.” She practically squeals in excitement, gripping the tablet between her fingers as you two ride the elevator up to the 99th floor, a sinking feeling pooling in your stomach.

She turns to you with a wide gummy smile, “Just make sure not to say anything bad or to upset him, ya know?”

You nod slowly lips pursing, “Like what?”

“Oh you know, asking for pictures or calling him anything other than Homelander or sir.”

You stare at her blankly, “Why would he be upset by that?”

She blanches just a bit, you see her look away. Probably thinking about every little thing that could go wrong. Huffing out a laugh she says, “Nothing, nevermind. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

The elevator doors open and you’re ushered into a hallway, making your way in front of a big iron door. Their conference room.

The assistant turns to give you one last forced smile before the iron is sliding open, inside is all of the seven, Homelander at the end of the table. It’s all more imposing than you thought it would be. The sunlight streams in through the big glass windows, reflecting against the mirrored V-shape table.

You see everyone in their full glory. A-train, Queen Maeve, and Starlight is to the right. To the left Black Noir, The Deep, and a pair of floating glasses - Translucent. Most of them don’t even pay you any mind, hardly even looking up at you and focusing their attention elsewhere. You feel as though you’ve interrupted something.

“Hi, good morning sir! I’ve brought her.” Ashley is flashing a bright smile, her hand pushing your lower back so you move closer to the supe.

Homelander gives a slow nod, rounding the edge of the table, his hands behind his back as his cape sways with each step. He’s much taller in real life, looming over you. You decide to just take the plunge, sticking out your slightly trembling hand,

“Hi Homelander, sir, I’m-”

He snatches your wrist, it scares you more than you’d like to admit and you have to force the shriek from your throat down. Eyes going wide as he holds your wrist between his forefingers. His gloved thumb brushes over you skin, pushing up the sleeve of your sweater to reveal your his mark, staring down at it with bright clear eyes. You feel the leather of his glove brushing over your skin, it makes a dark feeling punch your gut.

You’d think after all this time he’d be happy, that his signature bright shining smile would spread across his face, maybe he’d tell you how happy he was or how excited. Instead, his brows furrow and his jaw clenches.

“Are you a supe?” He mumbles, eyes roaming over your body with a piqued interest that borders on perturbed fascination. You shake your head,

“N-no, sir.” He makes a sound, deep in his chest and you wince at the tightening in your hand. You try to pull back but he doesn’t let go. Panic starts to ebb up your chest, settling into your blood. You feel trapped. He’s nothing like the charismatic friendly man you’ve seen in interviews.

Thick gloved fingers curl around the flesh of your wrist, pressing the carpal bone. He could snap your entire arm and shatter each bone with just a squeeze. Hell, he could leave you paralyzed just for fun. You feel your pulse starting to pick up, you’re entirely sure he can feel the rush of adrenaline and dopamine in your system.

You’ve seen what he’s capable of. When you had this fascination with him and you wanted to know more, you’ve seen the liveleak videos of him slaughtering people, melting them with his eyes till they were nothing but a pile of flesh and guts. You’ve read the reddit posts and forums about interactions people have had with him, his pretentious and snarky comments that made even government officials weep. It made you fucking sick.

So when he doesn’t let up, when he just stares like he wants to burn a hole though your head, you feel yourself ready to crumple and accept your fate. Maybe this was Vought’s plan all along, to bring you here to be disposed of. You let out a tiny whimper, you feel the bones starting to shift uneasily inside your wrist.

“Homelander.“ Queen Maeve warns, the rest of the seven watching in tempt silence, more amused than anything. There’s a beat of rigid silence and you’re positive he’s going to just snap it then and there. But the supe rolls his eyes and drops your wrist like hot garbage, practically throwing it back at your chest.

You cradle your hand, massaging the soft bruising tissue as you stare wide-eyed at him. He glared down at you, the disgust prominent in his baby blues but there’s also a hint of something else, you can’t place your finger on it but it makes you want to hide away in the earth.

“Fucking pathetic.” Homelander sneers, turning on his heel and walking to the large window that overlooks the city. You gape, pushing back the tears that threaten to overflow on your waterline, head spinning as you feel everyone stare at you. In pity? In disgust? You don’t really care anymore.

Homelander is your soulmate and he’s nothing like you imagined. He’s a loaded gun in your face, waiting for the trigger to be pulled at any second and blow your brains against the concrete.

“Well, that was lovely but,” Ashley is ushering you out the sliding iron doors with a peppy smile, “The seven are extremely busy, we should let them get back to work!”

The last thing you see is the group of supe’s sitting in their seats and Homelander has his back to them all.

Ashley walks with you down the long hallway, blabbering about how, “He was just in a bad mood, he’s actually really nice.”

But you can’t help but clench your jaw, your heart pounds in your chest and you feel as though you’ll sink into the ground at any second. The way he stared, the way he gripped your wrist, he didn’t feel like how you thought he would. There were no sparks or honey-sweet emotions, shit you at least thought he’d give you a smile.

The entire elevator ride down the peppy assistant is telling you how things will be from now on. It makes you wanna claw at your face.

“Oh, it’ll be so cute! Everyone is going to love you, I’m sure of it!” She’s so damn loud and snippy you want to smash your head on the mirrored edge of the elevator. She won’t shut up about PR, and how they’re going to manage your socials, and put you on the red carpet - right next to your soulmate.

You get this horrible vision of you standing next to him, getting bombarded by paparazzi and having to cuddle up with him for life. You almost throw up in the elevator.

“Can I go home?” You cut her off, not giving a damn if it’s rude or awkward.

She balks, gaping at you with wide eyes. She grips her tablet between chippy-painted fingers, you think for a moment she’ll tell you no and that you’re not allowed to leave. But she calms herself, biting the inside of your cheek and says, “Of course! A driver will take you home.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” The doors open and you’re already making your way out to the front entrance, “I’ll walk home.”

You live all the way in Brooklyn, but you don’t give a rats ass. You don’t give Ashley the chance to debate it, speed-walking out of Vought and onto the Manhattan sidewalk. A buzzing fills your ears, like flies droning in a bottle. You heave, clenching your fists so hard the nails dig into your palms. You have this horrible feeling you’re still being watched.

By the time you make it to your apartment it’s nighttime and you’re exhausted. You’ve ignored every call from your parents and friends, especially the unknown ID that you know is Vought. You try not the cry in the shower, gripping the edge of the bath and willing yourself to breathe evenly. Nothing happened yet, so why are you so upset?

The days don’t get any easier. You have this constant feeling that you’re watched, as if you’re under a microscope. You’re surprised Vought hasn’t kicked down your door yet. You still ignore their calls, trying to return to normalcy.

But you’re a fool to think you could ever rid yourself of him.

You swear you catch glimpses of him, wispy mirages of him in the corner of your eye. The flash of his cape or a glowing reflection in your window, it makes you like feel like the lining of your stomach is being lifted, pulled up and apart from your skin and peeled away from your body inside of you. It makes for something brutal - violent, punch through and shred at your gut.

You start noticing that all your friends are suddenly pulling away. Leaving you in the wind as they look at you with sad pitiful eyes, jumping away when you get too close. Some of them go missing entirely, you can’t outright accuse Homelander of anything - but you know he’s responsible.

He follows you everywhere like a shadow. A slinking ghost, that’s imbedded so deeply within your soul you can never rid yourself of him. Manifesting into this world, through pure unadulterated rage. Born from the deep bone marrow sorrow that exists within everyone. Gliding through this plane like a dreadful curse, seeping into your skin, hollowing out what little is left of you. Clinging like a leeched bastard, rows of teeth digging into faithful necks, marred from years of trusting.

Maybe the world is cruel. Giving you such a dangerous soulmate.

You rummage around your kitchen, hair still dripping down your nape from your shower and onto your soft PJ’s. People chatter and scuttle about outside, faint car horns and the buzz of tipped streetlights are your only source of comfort. You reach for a mug in your cabinet, you swear you hear a whooshing sound behind you, but when you turn to look nothing is there. You’re too jumpy, too nerve-wrecked and scared over nothing-

“Nice place.”

You let out a scream, the mug in your hands sliding out onto the tiled floor. It shatters around your bare feet and you spin around to see who’s inside your apartment. There stands the number one superhero in all of his glory, the suit a vivid contrast to your beige-colored walls. He’s here, just meandering through your apartment like it’s a walk in the park.

He gives a muted laugh at your reaction, his hands tucked behind his back and covered by the flag. The outline of him in the fluorescent kitchen light makes him look much more demeaning, more intimidating.

Homelander can hear your heartbeat, the heavy pumping against its fleshy walls as you tremble. You can’t walk backwards without stepping on glass, so you wait with a bated breath to see what he has to say. He cocks his head to the side, narrowing his eyes and looking you up and down like you’re just a slab of meat on the deli counter, and to him you probably are. Nothing but a sack of flesh and bones, not even a supe capable enough to keep with him.

“Homelander- sir,” Always so respectful, even to a fault.

“I- what are you doing here.” You wish you could say you weren’t absolutely terrified of him. He’s the world’s greatest hero, your soulmate after all. Aren’t you supposed to feel the most connection with him? The safest?

You don’t. There’s something not right about the way he stares, like he can’t tell if he wants to crush your head between his palms or just crumple onto your couch like he owns the place.

“Dropped your cup there,” He completely ignores your question, stepping closer to you. You can hear the crunch of porcelain under his boots.

“Spooked ya did I?” You gulp, staring at the blue and red super suit, he’s got that signature smirk on his jaw that he projects onto the public. The fake grin he plasters on when he wants to appear friendly and charming.

How did he get into your apartment? Why is he in your apartment?

You gape at him, breath hitching as you stare at him under the glow of your shitty kitchen light. The shimmer of blonde starlight strands, his eyes nearly glowing like crystal.

“How did you-“

He steps forward, breaching your personal space and his hands unfurl from their position behind his back.

“Ya know, I think you and I got off on the wrong arm.” He says it jokingly like he didn’t subtly threaten to snap your wrist in front of the seven simply because you existed. That he didn't call you fucking pathetic when you first met.

He’s too close, almost chest to chest with you. You can smell his cologne, a woody musky scent, masculine through and through. You’re sure it’s some stupidly expensive type that the public can’t even get their hands on. The shattered shards of porcelain lay at your feet, and there’s no debate in your mind - you could never outrun him even if you tried.

“What do you want?”

His smile falters just a smidge, you could only tell if you stared hard enough at his mouth to see the edges twitch downward. He’s getting impatient with your apprehension, your refusal to see him.

"Ashley told me you refused to have a driver take you home and that you’ve been ignoring our calls.” He plasters on the fake grin like it’s nothing, like it’s an accessory. It’s meant to be disarming, but there’s a certain feral gleam to his features that makes you tense in uncertainty.

Fucking Ashley, of course she told him.

You swallow hard, you don’t know how to read him, you don’t know what will work with him yet. He’s untouchable and you’re a weak human.

“Yes, I did.”

“Why’s that?” He hums, hands coming out to glide up your biceps. It makes an unruly shiver spark up your spine. He revels in it, this power trip - it makes him want to flutter his eyes closed and inhale the scent of fear like a fucking dog. You’re not what he was expecting, you’re better.

“I just, just thought that-” You sputter and choke on your words, how are you supposed to tell him you don’t want any of this? That all you’re life you’ve felt like this was all some big joke, a cruel prank from the universe?

Your heart pounds in your chest, so hard it makes it ache and you think you’ll pass out from the tenseness around you.

His gloved palm comes up to cup around your jaw, thumb sweeping across your cheek. It’s meant to be comforting, sweet. But all you can think is how easy it would be for him to snap your neck.

“I can’t have my girl being unsafe, I just won’t allow that.”

You look up at him with wide glassy eyes, he can tell you’re petrified of him and he loves it.

“No more of this ‘I can do it myself’ shit, yeah? You’re gonna let me take care of you.” He says it so softly you’d almost blow past his demeaning comment, the small lifting smile on his face setting it in stone.

You nod, lip quivering as you realize the full scope of your situation. He knows you now, knows where you live, where you work - you’re never going to get away from him. He knows all of your family and friends, god.

You choke on a sob, trying so hard to bury it before he sees. Homelander shushes you, his hand giving you a warning squeeze. There’s barely any strength, any effort, put into it. You know what it means though. He inhales deeply, a sigh escaping his parted mouth and he looks down at you. Blown pupils engulfed in swirling, sparkling azure, so magnificent as it ebbs and flows with his amusement.

“You and I, we’re going to be something special.”

There’s something wrong with your soulmate.

You’d thought that because it was America’s greatest superhero, he’d be all the glorious bullshit you’d seen throughout your life, but he’s not. Homelander, John, whatever he is - isn’t normal. And you don’t mean in the “Wow he’s a supe he’s stronger than me!” kinda way, but he’s wrong, your connection is wrong, it doesn’t feel right.

It’s not like how your parents described it to you, with bursts of passionate color and emotions, blooming with this fire of love you can’t snuff out. No, it feels off, like you’ve been dropped in a pit of vipers waiting to strike, waiting for them to ball around your neck and ankles till you suffocate. An unease runs through you, slithering up your spine when he’s around.

He doesn’t try to appeal to you, he doesn’t try to hide it or cover it up. Why should he? You’re his soulmate.

Of course, he knows what it means. He has his own mark, annoyingly enough. The etched black ink on his wrist made him curl his lip in disgust, why did he need a soulmate? He was the fucking Homelander.

But he can’t help the flurry in his heart at the thought of this binding mark. Soulmates are more than just lovers, they’re your entire being, the people that know you to your core and still love you. Or at least, that was what Vought taught him growing up.

Even if you don’t love him now, you will soon enough. You will because he doesn’t know how to handle it if you don’t.

Homelander looks past the fact you’re not a supe, that can be changed. He’s enamored by you and your menial life, what did you even do before him? He wants to flood your entire existence until all you know is him.

Your life is steadily taken over, flipped, and ripped apart by your soulmate as he invades every inch of your small little being.

You don’t have an apartment anyone, you share one with him in the tower. You don’t eat alone, dress alone, sleep alone. You’re never by yourself anymore, he’s always hovering, even when he’s not around you’re guarded in the tower like a captured princess.

Homelander comes home to you everyday, sometimes he just talks and talks and talks. Making up for years of being apart. He asks you all types of questions, “What was your childhood like?” and “Did you ever fall in love before me?” All the while he mooches off you like some needy cat, you never thought he’d be the physical type, but you guess now it makes sense.

He comes home in a mood, unsurprisingly. Ranting and raving about government officials and his “stupid teammates”, throwing his gloves onto the couch as he slips his way onto your lap.

You’ve done nothing but ponder while he’s been away. Pushing around stupid little decorations in his apartment, arranging and rearranging them till you got sick. You try to make conversation with the others but they keep their distance.

Homelander doesn’t even ask before he’s laying his head on your lap, kicking his legs up and just muttering about his day. You’ve learned to just coddle him, knowing it’s better than him taking his stress out on you in other ways.

So you do what he craves, slipping your fingers through his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp, humming at his words and pretending you’re sympathetic to his worries.

“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve any of it.” You mumble, so numb to the feeling in your chest you think you almost believe it.

He sighs contently, “I know, it’s just- so hard. Everyone puts this weight on my shoulders and I can’t handle it.”

You frown, smoothing your palms over his cheek. There’s a bittersweetness on your tongue, words you know you shouldn’t say.

John preens under your hands, leaning into your hesitant touch with so much depraved neediness you nearly feel bad. You’ve never seen him look so… submissive. He's fragile-looking, with pursed lips and downcast eyes that refuse to look up at you. He rests there, head in your lap like a little boy. You card your fingers through the blonde strands, they’re soft for the most part but you can still feel the hair gel that coats them.

You’ve seen his cynical mind, the possessive soul he bears, you know his cruelty knows no bounds. But at this moment, he is simply a broken man who craves your affection so desperately it’s almost pathetic.

You’ve come to realize that he can’t take care of himself.

He’s vulnerable in a way. Homelander has no capacity to help himself, he’s been taken care of his entire life. By PR, damage control, the doctors in the lab, hell even Madelyn Stilwell. They’ve all written out what he should be and say, they’ve manufactured him since the day he was born. You guess you can't fault him for not knowing how the world really works.

You’re bound to John in a way no one else on earth is, chained to his heart and mind whether you want to be or not.

#val.writes ❦#the boys.✮#homelander x reader #the boys x reader #homelander x you #the boys x you #the boys #homelander #tw. yandere

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theholypeanut · 5 months

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♪ To All The Girls You Loved Before ♪

Cw: gn!reader, Otoya slander, Otoya being a lovesick simp, Blood, mentioning of hooking up (not with reader), aged up characters (university), fluff?? kinda?? Mostly comedy I’d say, using words like whore or slut, but I promise it’s not serious I love Otoya, mentioning of STDs (guys why this cw gets weirder and weirder), Otoya is suggested to be bi here

1,3k words (I’m shocked too)

Birthday Fic for Otoya Eita!!

Otoya Eita was a whore.

Everyone knew it - at least everyone at the university, in the football club, gym, probably within a 50 kilometers radius from the dorms as well, including supermarkets, flower shops, game arcades, and even the cinema workers (oh they probably knew the best, seeing him every week taking another girl on the same romantic comedy).

Well, it was not a secret, and it was neither something that made you hate or despise him. You had no opinion about him until you met him.

And you met for the first time in the book shop, when you were looking into a new book by Yoko Ogawa.

Someone next to you dropped their book.

„Ouch, sorry” you heard a deep male voice. „I just accidentally dropped my modern feministic literature. My bad.” He picked up Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay from the floor. This scene was so ridiculous and obnoxious, you couldn’t hold the laughter.

„Did you literally pick the closest book with the word feminist in it?” You asked amused. He cleared his throat. „No, I’m a big fan of…” he took a quick peak at the cover. „…Roxane Gay”

You smirked and raised your eyebrow. „Ooh really? How did you like Five Guys; My Story of the Polygamist Hexagon?” Eita didn’t even blink. „Actually this one is my favorite” he said with absolutely no shame in his voice. You rolled your eyes with a smile. „It’s not a real book, dumbass. I made it up.”

Otoya was so used to interactions like this, that he didn’t feel offended at all. „Well sounds like a great read, maybe you should write something like this” he said, putting the book back on the shelf. „However if we start dating I don’t know if I want to have a… polygamist hexagon. Well, at least not with five guys”. He sent you a wink.

You looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement. „You are really something else, Otoya” you said, with a smile. „But I’m not gonna lie, that was probably the funniest and the dumbest conversation I had recently. Thanks” And you left him in between the shelves.

In the beginning, Otoya was planning to just woo you into going on a date with him because you seemed cute. But that was the moment when he fell hard - this bright smile, laughter… He knew his pickup line was awful but you were not really mean to him. You didn’t look at him with disgust. Even more: He never saw the most gorgeous human being with such a beautiful laugh and right now he was dedicated to getting to know you.

He started to come to the bookshop every single day - he was not obsessed enough to skip trainings (because he was not ready for Yukimiya to kick his ass) but even the elderly lady at the counter started to cheer up for him.

„You know, young gentleman” she said one evening, seeing him looking in between the shelves. „They are a student at the university close by, I assume they are in their second year since they were buying some textbooks recently” she gave him a hint. The next day Otoya gave her a bouquet of the prettiest flowers he could afford. He was dedicated to finding you. If you knew who he was, then you probably study together. Or did he date your friend? Multiple friends? He hoped not your sibling or mom because that for sure would make things complicated when he will finally propose.

Yes, this Otoya Eita, a town slut, was already preparing his wedding vows after one interaction.

„I have no idea what’s their name” he whined to Karasu during the break. „They were the most beautiful person I ever saw…”

„You say that about every second hook up, Eita” Karasu answered a little annoyed. It's been a week since he started making his failed love life everyone’s problem. Not like he wasn’t whining before, but usually it was after he cheated on a girl and she got angry, not before he even asked anyone out. „Also Jesus, why are you so fixated on the Feminist Book Stranger? You usually take rejection so lightly, I’m surprised to see you so…”

„Pathetic?” Chigiri suggested, as he was drinking water nearby.

„Pitiful?” Yukimiya added.

„…Lovesick” Karasu ended. Otoya signed dramatically. „You will be so jealous on my wedding, you will see”

„Well, I don’t think so” Chigiri said after taking another sip of water. „If they know your name, I assume they probably also know your dating history”

He knew. Otoya was well aware of his reputation, but till now he never really cared. Because he never expected to actually fall in love with someone, and even more he never was anxious that his soulmate might find him disgusting and pathetic.

„At least check yourself for STDs before trying to get into your future spouse’s pants” Reo added after listening to the whole conversation. „I don’t think chlamydia is the best way gift you can give them on the first date.”

Otoya took a mental note that even if he felt a little offended, this was not the worst advice.

And fate brought you together again, no later than the next day.

You had an important essay due today and spent every possible moment studying and writing it. You kind of regret you had no time to read for fun anymore, only to drown under the amount of literature you had to read for your university lectures and tests, but there was no other way. There was one particular book you needed to borrow to finally end this monstrosity you’ve been creating, and then you are free… at least until the next essay. You took the turn to the university library.

„You know, I think I achieved a new low” you heard a feminine voice. „I was looking for a fast hook up and even Otoya ghosted me. This one hurts. I think it's time for therapy or some shit, because if even him…”

You smirked. Who knows if there are therapists in this city, who get another crying college girl or guy in their chair and can thank Otoya Eita for bringing in more than 20% of their revenue?

You didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, so you fast went to the door out of the building, the library was just minutes away. You pushed the door outside with a lot of force… and heard a bang.

„FUUUUCK” you heard someone swearing right in front of you. It was almost as loud as the laughter that was accompanying it. „Right into your nose dude!” You heard the amused voice. You panicked. „Oh my god, I’m so so sorry” You slide through the door to the poor victim who was not other than… Otoya Eita. He froze for a second, considering if he just died and gone to heaven, that he heard your voice again. He looked up at your face, but his vision was still blurry.

You took out the tissue from your bag. His nose was bleeding, so you gently pressed the tissue to his face. „Shit, do you have a concussion?” You asked panicked. Karasu stood next to you. „Just ask him something” he suggested, still amused by the situation. You thought for a second. „What's the capital of Malta?” The dark-haired guy looked at you both surprised and amused. „Okay but maybe ask him something he knows”

„I'm fine guys” they heard the weak voice. He looked at Karasu angrily. „Don't you dare flirt with the love of my life!”

You looked at him confused, then looked at Karasu. „Yeah I think he has a concussion, maybe we should take him to the hospital.”

Otoya’s nose stopped bleeding and his head was no longer spinning. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than the first time he saw you.

„How about you take me out for dinner, as an apology?” He sent Karasu „the” look. Tabito rolled his eyes in answer. „I’ll leave you two lovebirds here to flirt” he said and started walking away. You were too stunned to speak. You turned back to white haired guy still too confused with what is happening to digest his offer.

„Wait, are you serious right now?”

He smirked.

„So, how about tonight?”

There is gonna be part 2, this is a promise and a threat at the same time, because I had so much fun writing this crack fic

#otoya eita #eita otoya #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #dividers by benkaibear #bllk headcanons #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #otoya slander

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camilaxmartin · 4 months

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request: Could you do a Vanessa x Reader fic, where the reader falls for her, but due to their past, constantly being rejected, or falling in love with awful people. The reader begins to distance themselves from her and ignores her calls, texts, and doesn’t talk to her on the night shifts. One night Vanessa comes in and sees reader isn’t there but sees a note, explaining themselves. Telling Vanessa that you can come and talk to them in another room or just leave and never talk to them again.

Also, could I be 🦐 anon?

napkin with a name

my dear 🦐, i’m so sorry for the wait but school’s been a lot lately and also i’ve got some other stuff going on but im getting back to all the requests finally!! also im so sorry but i accidentally deleted your request as i published it too fast😭

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summary: request

warnings: angst (not proof read, i’ll probably do it later)

notes: i made mike our bsf here, hope you don’t mind!:) oh and i made a happy ending cause i couldn’t fully end it with angst😭 (it was my first time writing real angst so i hope and pray it isn’t bad💀)

requests: closed!!

12.05

i came to work today late as always, but i was surprised to notice i was the first one there. i walked around the pizzeria to look for any signs of mike but he wasn’t anywhere near. confused i went to our shared office, the camera room, just to find it empty as well. i let out a deep sigh and sat down on the chair before cameras to watch for him clocking in even later than me, but that never happened. a few hours went by as i lost any hope for him coming in today, i rolled my eyes at the whole situation and decided to give him a talk the next time we see about not even informing me im was gonna work alone tonight. watching the cameras i saw police car pulling up to the parking and let out a groan at the sight. what could it be this time? i wanted to groan again but then i saw a blonde leaving the car and heading straight to the door. confused i tilted my head and watched her as she calmly stood there and finally rang the bell. like on fire i stood up from my seat disturbed by the sudden sound and opened the door for her. she gently pushed the door and went in visibly looking for someone. i left the office and went straight to the entrance to meet her and ask what is the reason she showed up tonight. when i made my last turn i saw her and my heart immediately dropped. she was one of the most, if not the most beautiful woman i’ve seen in my life. collecting myself i went up to her and finally spoke up.

“hi officer, is there any problem?” i asked still being confused on her being here. she just laughed and i swear, the sound of it would be the death of me.

“name’s vanessa.” she said as she hand out her hand for me to shake. “and no, there isn’t any problem in particular i just wanted to see how you guys have been doing.. here.” she added and softly smiled, i would say even too softly. without thinking i shook her hand and smiled as well.

“oh. okay then.” i said more to myself, not having any idea how badly that one conversation would affect my many upcoming days.

14.05

tonight me and mike were sharing a shift again. surprisingly we both showed up at time so it was a pleasant one right from the beginning. around two am, a certain blonde police officer came up again. mike was a bit surprised at first but i explained to him that two days ago she was here too just to see how the shift was going. i don’t think he believed me but i couldn’t do much about it anyway. i walked over to the door to invite her in, mike following me with a bit sceptical look on his face. i chuckled as i reached the door opening it for the pretty blonde. her face almost immediately lighted up when she saw me. i could feel my face blushing.

“vanessa, this is mike. my shift buddy.” i introduced him as he gave her a small wave. she smiled to him waving back.

“i’m vanessa.” she greeted him with a wave back and i smiled at the interaction.

“is tonight any problem or you just checking up as last time?” i ask being more confident than natural even confusing myself. vanessa moved her eyes to me once again and chuckled.

“no problem at all, just checking.” my smile widened more as i moved away from the door to let her in. she did so, and started talking with mike again.

“i hope you, you both, don’t mind my presence here. i get all the shifts around here so coming in seems… like a bit of variety to my night work.” she said and mike just shook his head signalling that it’s okay for her to be here. she then looked at me and i did the same thing as he did, earning myself a beautiful smile from the beauty standing before me.

“it’s okay, we don’t really do much around here either” mike spoke up and she moved her attention to him once again. “and my ‘shift buddy’ seems to be excited with you being here” he said with a smirk and i rolled my eyes at him. she laughed at his words and walked away going to the stage room.

i walked up to mike and gave his shoulder a punch for what he said. he laughed at my actions and rolled eyes with a soft smile.

“what has gotten into you?” i asked being confused but mostly surprised at his previous words. he just looked at me with a begging look and laughed once again.

“please, i see how you look at her and how your face lighted up when she parked her car here.” he said and i felt my face blushing again. maybe there was a bit of truth in his words?

“don’t be ridiculous, she’s just some police officer and you’re acting like i she’s the love of my life” i said and scoffed giving his shoulder another punch. he dodged away and chuckled loud enough only for us to here.

“i’ve never said anything about her being the love of your life.” he said and smirked as i scoffed again. “and that’s exactly how i know, you like her at least a tiny bit.” he added and i rolled my eyes.

“you’re being outrageous, i’m just being nice, she seems nice so im being nice.” i tried to explain myself realising i was only digging my own grave. he laughed this time and i pushed him away walking away from him and following her to the stage room.

when i walked in i saw her standing before the stage talking to freddie. what an adorable sight. i took myself out of the trance and walked over, closer to her not wanting to spook her.

“they’re pretty cool.” i said with a smile looking at the animatronics. she immediately looked over at me and smiled.

“seems like they like you too.” she said with a laugh and i didn’t fully understand her but just laughed along with her. her eyes went to the animatronics again only to go back to my face again in a second. i smiled noticing it while looking at her too and smiling widely. she chuckled softly looking at my face and maybe it was my imagination but she stole a glance at my lips. i wanted to say something but mike interrupted us.

“i can watch the cameras for a while if you want to talk with her.” he said standing at the doorframe with a smirk on his face. oh god. i rolled my eyes moving my eyes from her to him and nodded my head.

“if you want to.” i shrugged and he laughed at the way i tried to sound nonchalantly. vanessa chuckled as well and i felt my face red up again.

“you know where to find me.” he said and saluted to me walking out of the room and going to the cameras once again.

vanessa looked at me with a grin as she fixed her belt, i swear she was doing that on purpose as well. she started to wander around the room looking anywhere but at me. i shook my head slightly at her actions.

“so…” she started and stole a glance at me going back to looking around once again. i stood there observing her with an uncontrollable smile widening on my face. “you’ve been working here for long?” she asked and i almost laughed at the question and the silence part she wanted to say but never did if i was working here for long with mike. i slowly started to walk to her putting my hands in my pockets.

“not too long, but some time, yeah.” i answered and smiled at my own mysterious words. she stood in her place and looked at me with amusement painted on her face.

“and how’s it been? you like it here?” she asked still looking at me as i was slowly walking towards her.

“it’s okay, at least i made a new friend when i started working here.” i said with a smile referring to mike and my relationship with him. she smiled at my words but i could see how that smile was turning into a smirk.

“a new friend huh?” she asked grabbing her belt once again looking at me gently rising one of her eyebrows.

“yup.” i chuckled being close to her now, maybe one meter away. “just a friend.” i added with my own smirk.

“i see.” she smirked fully now and looked me up and down not being so subtle about it.

“why?” i asked wanting to see how she was gonna reacted. her smirk just grew more.

“just asking.” she shrugged moving her belt along. i rolled my eyes playfully at that. “trying to see if i could ask you out.” she said bluntly and i immediately lost my smirked not being ready for her to be so straightforward. after a second my smile came back.

“maybe you could, just need to try.” i chuckled as she moved a bit closer to me reducing the space between us. vanessa bit her lip smoothly, looking at me with a smirk. she started the sentence but mike interrupted us again.

“don’t wanna ruin your moment or anything, as i was excitedly watching you two through the cameras, but that thing.. you know what thing… in our office broke down again and i need you to fix it.” he said scratching the back of his neck while looking at us. i looked at him with mercy in my eyes shaking my head.

“yes, sure.” i said and started walking to him being done with everything at that point. vanessa laughed and collected herself almost immediately, while clearing her throat.

“i’ll be going, just got another call.” she said and i looked at her over my shoulder with surprise. “we’ll get back to that conversation another day.” she added with a chuckle as she excused herself and walked out of the room, leaving my speechless, going to the office once again.

17.05

i was right on time again and smiled noticing that mike wasn’t there yet. i confidently walked into our office and put down my stuff sitting comfortably in the chair and looking at the cameras. what i didn’t expect was a police car pulling into the parking this early. i tilted my head and watched as vanessa left her car and walked to the door. leaving my office i quickly went to the entrance wanting to let her in. i smiled seeing her through the glass and immediately opening the door for her.

“mike’s not here?” she asked as she went in, looking around.

“nope, not yet at least.” i said and closed the door. “but he’ll probably get here soon, after last time i told him to always inform me if he’s not gonna make it.” i shrugged and looked at her with w smile.

“i see.” she chuckled and went to the stage room, i followed her like a lost puppy. she said her greetings to the animatronics and turned her attention to me.

“long time no see?” i laughed and she laughed as well, moving a bit closer to me. i tried to move back but unfortunately, or not, there was a table behind me so my legs just hit the wood. she chuckled at that and made another step towards me.

“you can say that.” she said softly, the smirk suddenly turning up to her face. i smiled dumbly to her observing as she was coming even closer to me with every second.

“why so early tonight?” i asked looking at her face and unconsciously licking my lips. her smirk widened.

“just wanted to see you.” she shrugged and i felt my face blushing once again. “and maybe i hoped for mike to be late.” she added with a chuckle and my eyes widened with surprise and amusement.

“any particular reason you wanted to see me, officer?” i chuckled as she was now standing directly in front of me, her nose almost touching mine.

“maybe, maybe not.” she said with a chuckle looking at my lips and licking her own. oh boy.

“hm?” i murmured not knowing why my voice suddenly got quieter. she looked back into my eyes and move her hands so she was leaning them against the table on both of my sides.

“maybe i enjoy spending your shifts with you.” she murmured as well, making our moment even more intimate that it already was. “or maybe i wanted to be alone with you.”

“or maybe both?” i chuckled softly looking at her lips as well noticing how the corners of it went up as i said that.

“maybe both.” she agreed while softly nodding her head, gently bruising her nose against mine causing me to giggle.

i chuckled and kept looking at her lips all the time wondering if she was gonna make the move or not. “well then, enjoy it.” i said softly, looking up to her eyes only to notice she was looking at my lips as well.

“oh, i am.” she said and looked into my eyes, kind of looking for permission to do what we both wanted to at that moment. i chuckled and nodded my head bruising her nose with mine.

vanessa move her head closer to mine, fully touching my nose with her and almost connecting our lips when we heard mike’s voice.

“y/n! i’m here finally!” he shouted and i immediately locked myself out of vanessa’s embrace going straight to him and leaving her hanging there, with a very confused expression on her face.

i walked to mike and greeted him, immediately pulling him to our office with a scared expression on my face. he looked at me confused and noticed vanessa in the stage room as we were passing by and his face immediately changed to worry.

when we finally reached the office i closed the door behind us and looked at him with a puzzled face. he bit his lower lip thinking about words he should use.

“again?” he asked and i felt tears collecting in my eyes. he opened his arms for a hug and i immediately went to hug him.

“again.” i said with tears now rolling down my cheeks, hugging him tightly, wetting his shirt.

it wasn’t the first time he saw me starting to like someone and then getting fully damaged mentally by just liking them. he knew about all my past relationships and how affecting for my mental health they were so it wasn’t an unusual sight for him. in the moment of i guess heat with someone the adrenaline covers my fears but seconds after i feel like crying and screaming for not wanting to go through all the pain and trauma relationships can bring. vanessa was making me feel all bubbly and happy again but every night when i got home from shifts with her i spent half of the day crying not knowing why i was actually feeling that bad. i hoped it would be different this time but the fear of rejection and bringing myself back to normal life again was stronger than any bubbly feeling.

i hugged mike tightly once again and then let go of him, looking with puffy eyes at his face. he just grabbed my hands and stroked them not saying a word but it felt like he said a thousand. i smiled tiredly to him and sniff trying not to cry once again.

“maybe it’ll be different with her.” he finally spoke up and my heart dropped even at the mention of her. “go home tonight, i’ll cover for you.” he said and i looked at him surprised but smiled even more.

“thank you.” i said and squeezed his hands going for my things and leaving the office. i walked to the entrance and looked over to the stage room, guessing i’d see vanessa there but she was gone. the stage room was empty and i felt this weird cold sensation in my stomach again. i squeezed my eyes and opened the door going straight to my car and driving home but not missing the fact that her police car was gone as well.

18.05

i was alone at work tonight, fate wanted me to have my own shift that night. i was sitting in my office and watching the cameras when i noticed police car pulling up to the parking. i rolled my eyes not wanting to see her tonight, still not being ready for whatever it was gonna happened to her. vanessa went up to the door and rang the bell once, twice, three times and i didn’t respond for once. observing her through the cameras she knocked on the door then looked straight into the camera waiting for something to happen but it never did. she let out a deep sigh and got back and to her car driving away. i let out a deep sigh myself and put my hands on my face, thinking. being tired of everything that i was feeling i grabbed a napkin that was laying nearby, grabbed a pen and started writing my heart out hoping to give it to her one day.

19.05

tonight it was mike’s turn to have his own shift. as soon as he entered our office he saw the napkin with vanessa’s name on it and knew i wouldn’t leave something like that unintentionally so he knew he should handle it to her when he sees her. he decided not read it, even though i wouldn’t mind it that much.

few hours went by and vanessa turned up to the pizzeria. she didn’t pick up on our schedules i guess. she knocked on the door and mike immediately went to open it.

“she’s not in today, it’s just me.” he said with a tired smile.

“that’s what i was hoping for.” she said inviting herself in and going straight to the stage room. mike looked at her confused but closed the door and followed her to the room.

“so uh- what brings you here?” he asked scratching his neck once again. vanessa sat down on one of the tables and let out a deep sigh.

“she doesn’t like me, does she? i was too straightforward, right? i did something wrong, didn’t it?” she asked quickly becoming an anxious mess. mike went to sit beside her and took out the napkin from his pocket not showing her it yet.

“no, you didn’t.” he said and showed her the napkin with her name on it. “y/n is just… she has been through a lot and it may not seem like it but every interaction with you gave her a headache. and not the right kind.” he explained and vanessa’s face darkened even more, looking away from him.

“she doesn’t like me back. i knew it.” she said and wanted to hop off the table but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from doing so.

“that’s not what i meant.” he said and squinted his face. “look, y/n just… she doesn’t know how to get used to those type of feelings again because of everything that has happened to her.” he said and let out a deep sigh. “it’s not about you, if i’m being honest you’re the least important thing in this whole mechanism. it’s not about you, it could be anyone and it would be the same.” he said and vanessa felt like she was going to start crying in a second. “but if i’m being honest, you’re the right person.” he added and she looked at him confused. “y/n normally wouldn’t even let anybody she found attractive near her in fear.” he said looking at the napkin in his hands. “but with you… she did. and you know how close she let you get. it means you must be different. in a good way.” he said and she uncontrollably smiled. “listen, i’m not gonna talk for her so just have this and… decide what to do with this. but please, don’t let her get false hope. she… im afraid she couldn’t take it.” he said and gave her the napkin also hopping of the table. “i’m going to my office, you know where to find me.” he said and left the room leaving vanessa with the napkin in her hands.

she looked at it anxiously and finally opened it, seeing a handwritten letter written to her.

dear vanessa,

i’m so sorry for everything that happened i mean, when i just ran away scared. sadly i can’t control all the things that im feeling, but believe me i wish i could. you didn’t do anything wrong i would say you did an opposite to that i just… i dont know how to handle what im feeling and i really don’t want to ruin anything. when im with you, you’re making me feel like im on top of the world but when im alone again i feel like a piece of shit. i know it’s fully my problem so i don’t want to bother you with this or anything else connected to me but i just wanted you to know that u really like you and i literally would do anything for these feelings to go away but i can’t. if i wasn’t feeling all of this i would’ve already asked you out and probably ask you to date me but even the thought of it makes me feel like im going to vomit. not because of you, of course, but just at the thought that something can go wrong i just… i hope you understand and i hope this letter doesn’t hurt you as much as it does me. i would do anything to fall for you without feeling… the way i am.

y/n

vanessa felt her eyes water up as she read the last sentence of the letter. she squeezed the napkin in her hands and immediately got off of the table walking straight to her car and driving to my apartment. i have never told her where i live so i guess being a police officer comes with its pros.

when she knocked on my door i was confused on who would be at my door at this hour but when i went to open it and saw her my heart dropped again, just like when i first saw her. i wanted to close the door but she grabbed it first.

“please, let me talk to you.” she said holding the door and looking at me with tears in her eyes. i shrugged and moved away from door letting her in. she closed the door behind her and immediately went after me. “listen to me.” she said grabbing my wrist and i looked at her surprised and scared. she immediately let go off my wrist and took a deep breath. “will you give me two minutes?” she asked and i nodded my head, standing in front of her.

“quick.” i said, being able to only get one word out do my throat.

vanessa took another deep breath and looked into my eyes. “i want to try. i want to see what will turn out from this. i know you’re scared, but i don’t want to hurt you, i know you probably heard it a dozen times, but please, give me w chance.” she said and tears started to form in her eyes. “i want to be with you for as long as the world will let me and even after that. we don’t have to jump into relationship of course, but i just want to be here for you even as a friend. don’t just cross me out of your life because you’re scared. i know how it is, believe me but…” she looked away and blinked a few times. “i want to try with you. i want to be here for you i want… i want to be yours and more importantly i want you to be mine. not on my conditions, not on yours, not on the worlds conditions, on ours. however we make them. i want to be here when you need me or when you just want to talk about everything and nothing. i want to be in your life and i want you in mine. when i first say you that day i knew i wanted to try and i hoped and still hope you’ll want to try as well. i don’t want to scare you or hurt you and ill do anything in my will not to do those things but if i eventually do, just tell me and i’ll do better, for you.” she said and grabbed my hands with her squeezing them. “please, i don’t want to loose you so quickly without even getting to know you. i want to give you my days and nights to just try and help you overcome your fears and everything bad that you’re feeling. i want to be that person and i know it might hurt one day, cause we never know what’s going to happen to us, but… isn’t it at least worth a try?“ she asked and a single tear rolled down her face. i bit my lower lip thinking what to say.

“okay.” i say simply and softly not being able to say anything else, being overwhelmed by her words and everything i was feeling at that moment. she smiled, and i knew this smile already was the death of me.

she let go off my hands and gently put her own on my face stroking my cheeks with a smile and tears still floating from her eyes.

“can i kiss you now?” she asked and i looked scared and felt scared but decided to agree, after all.

i nodded my head and her smile grew even wider. she moved her face closer, touching my nose with hers and just staring into my eyes for a long moment of silence. after a while i smiled to her my hands going to her belt and moved my head up so our lips would finally touch. she kissed me immediately, but she did it so softly i almost didn’t feel the kiss. our lips danced together for a moment and then she leaned away looking into my eyes again. i smiled to her and giggled not feeling so scared or trapped anymore, nor as close as i did that day in pizzeria. her smile widened as well as she whispered.

"i hope none of us is gonna regret it, ever."

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plscallmeeren · 8 months

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G I R L O N

G I R L ?

Hermione J. Granger x Reader

Request: indeed

Summary: upon accidentally witnessing Cho and Ginny making out, you and your friend Hermione grow curious as to the concept of doing something with other girls and decide to experiment ;)

Warnings: swearing; scissoring; top!reader; bottom!Hermione; fingering (her receiving); loss of virginity ig

Word Count: 2.9K+

"Have you written your essay on bezoars yet?" you asked suddenly, disturbing the quiet library air.

"Yes. Now, don't tell me you want me to write one for you-"

"I'm not Ron," you interjected, slightly insulted. "I was just wondering which points you covered in order to write three feet on it."

"Oh. Sorry. I just- Ron's really getting to me, y'know. I mean, he always has, but couldn't he just- just- oh, I don't know."

You posture softened at the desperation in her voice. "Do you still like him?"

"No, no, none of that... if I'm being completely honest- Can I be completely honest? If there's anyone I can tell, it's you." You nodded. "He... I used to find him attractive, you know. Like, I thought about it and about- well, you know what, but now it just... he has no appeal and he's still a blithering idiot, so really, there's nothing left to like. Oh, does that make me awful?"

"No, love," you consoled immediately, "not at all. If it weren't for Harry, I'd say maybe you've just grown too far apart. C'mon, let's talk about this some more in the privacy of our room. I think I've still got some sweets from Honeydukes?" You smiled warmly and she gladly agreed.

•••

The two of you laughed at the unfortunate victim of one of the twins' pranks who was sitting rather unhappily in the hallway, Hermione albeit a little ruefully.

"Oh! I forgot my textbook in the Transfiguration classroom, I almost forgot. Can we quickly-"

"Sure. It's just around the corner, anyway."

You lay an arm around her shoulders and she wrapped hers around your waist, the both of you ambling along in comfortable silence.

"Alright, I'll be just a second," she said, letting go of you and heading to the classroom.

"Yeah- 'Mione?" you questioned, a tad concerned. She stood with the door ajar, frozen in place, staring inside.

"What's wrong?" you asked again, but she didn't bother replying. A little on edge, you moved behind her, staring over her head to see what had captivated her.

Inside the classroom, Ginny Weasley pushed Cho Chang against a desk, a firm grasp on her ass as they welded their lips together in beautiful sync.

You weren't as shocked, perhaps, as Hermione, but your eyes went wide and you could hardly force your gaze off the two of them. Your lips parted involuntarily and you hardly noticed the way your friend's body was pressing flush against yours.

Ginny began trailing kisses down Cho's jaw, the latter moaning out her name as if god herself was doing this to her. She grasped the hem of the red-head's shirt and just as she was about to pull it over her head-

Hermione closed the door and locked it with a charm simple enough to beat with Alohamora.

She turned and only then did you realise how close you were, foreheads almost touching, hips pressed against each other. You quickly stepped back.

"W-What was that?" she asked shakily, gulping when we heard a carnal groan from the other side of the door and casting a quick silencing charm to their benefit, too.

"I'd say it was pretty clear what that was," you replied, unsure as to what she wanted to hear.

"Yes, but- but they're girls. Both of them." You could see her trembling, wondered why this bothered her so much.

"Well, yeah. I haven't really heard much about it, either, but I don't see why it's a bad thing."

"No- No, I'm not saying that. I think my second aunt Marie was a lesbian, or at least my mother thinks so, but they're so... so close to our age and- and-"

You cupped her face in your palms, looking her in the eye in an attempt to gift her some sort of comfort.

"It's okay. You don't have to feel that way or feel challenged by it or- alternatively, if that's what you're worried about, if you share that sentiment, you don't have to be ashamed of that, either."

"Right," she breathed, calming, but much to your confusion, her legs were still shaking. "Do you... Do you ever think about girls like that?"

The question caught you thoroughly off guard and you noticed with mild surprise that while you never thought of boys sexually, you had never really considered girls.

"I... I haven't, but..."

Before you could stop yourself, you began imagining things, and you almost slapped yourself when an erotic painting of Hermione, a naked mess of moaning limbs in your bed, came to mind.

"But what?" She stared at you inquiringly, and that image of her letting you fuck her only took on more detail.

"Well, I could imagine... some girls are pretty hot, I mean."

"Yes. Yes, that's true... Would you- Let's just go to our dorm."

You nodded hurriedly and you made your way to the Gryffindor common room, although this time keeping your hands to yourself, in a silence that was not so much unpleasant as thick.

Brown waves splayed across your pillows, her back arched and nipples perked-

Stop it.

Her toes curled, fingers grasping the bedsheet as she cries out for you, she needs you, she needs more-

Stop it!

Hermione, so vulnerable before you, core throbbing, clenching around your fingers, so wet the slick runs down her thighs-

No.

You shook your head as if that would help. Hermione wasn't looking in your direction and you considered - just for a split second - whether the same thoughts were plaguing her mind. But surely not. Hermione wasn't like that. She wouldn't.

Eventually you arrived at your shared dorm (together with Lavender and Parvati). Much to your surprise, she whirled around, a look of studious determination on her face you knew all too well.

"...Yes?"

"Okay, I- I've thought about it. I think these things need to be tried out, you know? Just to see if they work."

"Oh, I think they work," you smirked, but she only glared. "Okay, fine. What are you suggesting? That we make out and see if we find it better than our experiences with boys?"

"Well, if you put it that way... Yes. I think it would be a beneficial experiment for both of us. You know - broadening our horizons. I wasn't particularly attracted to Viktor, necessarily, and you said your attempts at - you know what - sort of failed with Dean, so maybe..."

"Maybe we would be better off with another girl?"

"Girl on girl?" she affirmed, and the images of her flooded back.

"Yeah, okay, well- Do you want to prepare or...," you trailed off half-heartedly, fearing this might be awkwarder than necessary considering how you had worked up to it.

To underline one important thing; You couldn’t believe in the least what was happening. You were almost certain you were dreaming. And yet… her hot breath on your skin felt so life-like.

"No, now's probably best, Parvati and Lavender will probably be in Hogsmeade until this evening.

Deciding waiting wouldn't improve the atmosphere at all, you simply dove in.

Your lips crashed against hers and a moment later she reciprocated, her movements a little sloppy but otherwise pleasant. More than pleasant. Electricity seemed to be sparking between you, a force that drove you to push her back against the door to gain more friction.

With half a mind to just risk being caught, you pointed your wand at the door from the inside of your pocket and muttered colloportus and silencio.

Hermione’s hands clasped behind the nape of your neck, the kiss morphing to open-mouthed movements as she whimpered, your hands roaming the curves of her waist and finally grasping her ass.

You noticed as a dull sort of side-note that it all came naturally. Not once had your fingers ventured like this over the curves of a woman’s body, not once had you arched your back in just the right way to press your body flush against another female one, not any of it. But it came like second nature, just like a first kiss, where you formerly wonder if you’ll know how to even move properly.

“More,” Hermione whispered frantically, only urging you further to drag your lips along her jaw, hardly coming up for air.

“More what, sweetheart?”

She expressed a high-pitched moan that told you everything, but you needed to hear it.

“Use your big words for me, love,” you purred, and with a groan she managed ‘you’.

“I thought you only wanted to make out?”

“G-God, I need you. I’ve never felt like this before, I can barely stand- my legs- my legs-“ You sucked on the sweet spot below her collar bone that you could still reach without taking off her shirt.

“Hm… I think these’ll be getting in the way, then,” you nodded at her attire, and she sank along the door in need of rest, sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide before her.

“Do it for me, (y/n). Please,” she whimpered, and you couldn’t help but obey.

You slowly sunk to her height, crouching before her, starting by pulling off the tie loosely hanging around her neck (she only allowed such slack in herself on weekends) and then opening button after button on her shirt.

You continued to undo her slowly, her legs spreading wider and wider as if welcoming you in, raking her fingers over the carpet in an attempt to ground herself.

You finally pulled off her shirt and Hermione gasped as you ripped off her skirt in one swift motion. Her fingers grabbed at your hair instead and you could already feel the slight scratches on your scalp.

Her shoes and leggings were discarded carelessly and finally you could stare at her in nothing but her white lacy panties and a frilly white bra, not to mention the matching socks. If you hadn’t already known she was a virgin, you might have noticed at the sheer innocence of her arms covering her torso half-heartedly and the dark patch - ever-growing - in her white underwear.

“I-I’m not- I know I don’t look perfect, I… I don’t exercise much and I know my breasts are-“

You shushed her with a passionate kiss in which you hoped to share even a magnitude of how beautiful you found her. She moulded her lips against yours with just as much ferocious attraction.

“You wanna see me, too?” you asked quietly and she nodded immediately.

With hardly a second’s thought, hoping Hermione might be too hot and bothered to care how you looked or notice all the things you were insecure about, you pulled off your shirt, pants, shoes, and socks, finally leaving you in your underwear as well, although a tad more simple and certainly more black.

“You- You’re- You’re gorgeous,” she stuttered, eyes widened.

“Thank you, darling, but if I may continue,” you taunted, expertly undoing her bra (which, lucky for you, opened at the front) with your teeth, a skill you were most surprised you possessed, considering you had definitely done no such thing before.

“That’s, uh, that’s hot,” she murmured, panting slightly as you sucked on her left nipple, rolling the other in between your fingers. Your tongue traced a spiral around her nip and eventually you were massaging both of her tits as your mouth wandered further down, placing open-mouthed kisses and hickeys along her sides and abdomen.

“Oh, my God,” she whined, throwing her head back with closed eyes.

“It’s not God who’s doing this to you, love,” you teased, smiling into her as you finally reached her clothed pussy. The wet stain was dark and sweat beaded on every patch of skin, but you wouldn’t assume, you wouldn’t dare.

Stopping, your eyes flicked up to look at Hermione, the brunette needing a moment to realise why you had stopped.

“Please, I need you,” she groaned, and that was confirmation enough.

You ripped her panties clean in half in desperation, taking only two seconds to examine her pretty cunt and press your lips once to each inner thigh, diving two fingers into her without warning.

She moaned loudly, a sound so crazed and pleasurable you were glad only you could hear it. Then again, if Lavender and Parvati walked in on you both, they - and probably the rest of the school - would always know she was yours…

But she wasn’t yours.

This thought angered you more than anything could have in the foreseeable future, encouraging your fingers even more-so to pound into her at an ungodly speed. Her whines matched your pace, a girlish sound escaping her every time her back hit the wooden door.

“Am I fucking you good, ‘Mione? Better than Viktor could’ve?” You weren’t sure where the confidence came from or how you knew what words to choose to almost drive your friend over the edge, but the risk of her being put off by them vanished into thin air when her pathetic moans only grew louder.

“Much,” she squeaked between thrusts. You could feel her walls clenching around your fingers, climax ebbing just one more lick of your thumb over her clit away, all so close, so close, trembling, yelling your name, unspeakable sounds-

You pulled out of her and licked your lips. Slowly, taking your time as she stared at you in utter horror. Obviously, she was new to a little something called edging.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” you cooed, swiping up the last of her juices with your tongue. She was so wet it was pooling on the floor.

“You- You- How could you!? I’ve never came before and you just took-“

“C’m’ere,” you offered, standing and sitting down with open legs open on your bed. “I wanted to try something. This is supposed to be an experiment, right?”

She flushed so deeply red you considered calling it something else.

“If there’s one thing I did learn from Dean, it’s that an orgasm is always better if you’ve been denied one several times. Don’t worry, I won’t make it several times,” you promised, seeing the look on her face. “But, because we’re two females, which was the point of this whole exercise, I thought we should try doing something you can’t do with a dick.”

You took a moment to stare at her, let your hungry eyes roam as you licked your lips. There she lay, leaning against the door for support, legs spread incredibly wide, liquid spilling out of her, coating her inner thighs, cunt tensing around nothing, nipples perked, trembling, panting, hair a mess, a slight smudge of her mascara.

Almost how you had imagined it. Only better.

“What’s that?” she asked, with the same kind of intrigue she had when examining a bowtruckle.

“Well, we both have cunts-“

“(Y/n)! Don’t use that word!”

“Why not? It describes something so pretty,” you countered, nodding at her pussy, and she blushed anew.

“We could try… I don’t know, rubbing them together or something. It’s not like it can go wrong. If it doesn’t work, I’ll fuck you like that again and you can cum, I’m getting the hang of it, I think. Please. For the love of science?”

“We’re going to a magic school,” she teased, standing up shakily and making her way towards your bed.

“Well, that certainly felt like magic, hon’.”

She smiled shyly, letting herself down with one leg over yours on the red covers, watching closely as your sexes edged closer.

“Okay, just…”

The effect was immediate, and you weren’t prepared for feeling so good yourself.

Your gaze flicked back and forth between the squirming mess where your bodies connected, soaked to the brim, and this beautiful woman as naked as anything, jaw dropped in concentration and pleasure.

“F-Fuck,” she cried out, tensing yet again. On any other occasion you would have teased her for using a ‘bad word’, but now wasn’t the time.

Your stomach was doing somersaults. Your lungs burned with the effort of humping against her. Your legs had about as much idea of where they were as a bear in the Sahara desert.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, ‘Mione,” you groaned, a guttural noise that had her throw her head back. No answer met your comment but high-pitched ‘ah’s strung an unstoppable melody from her mouth.

You were so close, she was tensing, so close, so close, so close-

You both came simultaneously, a mess of limbs as she climbed over you to slump on your body, flush against you. After what you had just seen the other do, there was no more shame. Yet, perhaps.

“Oh, God, that was so good,” she whined, almost bumping your abdomen at the mere thought.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to answer, simply pulling the blanket over the two of you to keep warm. Not that the hot flush would die down any time soon.

“So, uh,” she started unsurely, at once glad she was hidden under the covers, even if her knee was at your groin and your breasts were practically entangled. “Would you say we’re attracted to other girls?”

“Fuck, ‘Mione,” you cursed, feeling the need to fuck her all over again. “Yeah. I think it’s pretty clear we’re both very capable of being attracted to other girls.”

“I thought so.”

You pulled her even closer, relished in the smell of sweat and sex and her vanilla perfume.

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allkordelia · 2 years

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Lost in the Moment

Daemon was sitting around in a random brothel with a cup of ale in his hand, he sulked in his seat thinking about his brother and his dilemma. His brother's words made a little nest inside his head as he wondered if he took it too far with his neice, he begin to get a headache thinking about all this he wondered where will he go now. He certainty wasn't going back to the vale and he can't go back to dragonstone so where could he go to lay low until his welcome back. He looked up seeing a red haired woman walk towards his table about pouring more ale in his cup only to be stop by daemon's hand covering the rim of the cup.

"where is your garderobes." Daemon asked putting a couple of coins on the table after downing the rest of his drink standing up, the red head pointed up the stairs.

" up the stairs take a right before going left past the rooms, my prince." He nodding stepped away leaving.

He followed the path as instructed past many rooms before he stopped hearing a soft voice down the hall away from all the moaning and groaning of whores and their patrons, he looked behind him before walking down the hall to his left where he heard a light humming like a melody come from a room. He peeked inside seeing a woman on the bed with her exposed leg and arm hanging off the edge of the bed while her other arm rest on her stomach, she was wearing a sheer white dress leaving little to the imagination and her dark curly hair that reminds him of the night sky spread across her pillow like waves and her skin was copper-brown like a autumn leaf.

He admired her beauty with awe as she looked like a goddess and her voice sounded like one too, but once he saw her pale white eyes daemon stepped away from the door accidentally knocking his feet against something on the ground. Her sweet humming stopped as she sat up looking at the door in curiosity and unease, even through the darkness was hiding him she sensed that someone was watching her.

"Hello?" She called out moving to cover her body with a blanket, daemon didn't say a word as he stood there in the shadows.

"Is anybody there?" She calls out again as she slolwy move to plant her feet on the floor standing up making daemon swallow thickly as his heart was racing feeling a bit unsure what to do, before he could leave the door to the girl's room was wide opened causing daemon to stay frozen in his spot.

"There's no use in staying quiet I can hear you breathing, asshole. " She said, her eyes were trained on the ground but her head was tilted a bit to the side as if using her hearing to detect someone.

"I apologize, my lady. I didn't mean to disturb you." She sigh exasperating.

"If your looking to steal. We don't have anything of value here." Daemon chuckled putting his hands behind his back rocking on the balls of his heels.

"I wasn't looking to steal....I heard you humming and saw you. You have a beautiful voice." She hmmed moving her head slighly up and down.

"Thank you for the compliment, now if you don't mind I am tired and I wish to sleep." She was closing the door but daemon stopped it with his hand.

"How much for one night?" He asked.

"I'm not a whore." She said flatly.

"Noted, but I am willing to play you a good sum to just....sing to me." He said quietly, she pulled a face at his request.

"Are you a eunuch or something?" She asked ill-mannered leaning her hand against the doorframe.

"No, I'm not I have all my bits."

"Than the answer is no. Goodbye." Daemon stopped her again from closing the door.

"Wait! Please, I don't...I haven't had the best couple of days. All I wish to do is hear you sing nothing else." Daemon watched her for a moment as she contemplate.

"Give me your sword." She command, daemon looked at her with furrowed eyes, "If you wish to come inside my room, you must give me your weapon." She held out her hand for it, daemon let out a huff before sliding dark sister from out of his sheath and place the handle in her hand.

"Be careful. It's very sharpe." The girl hummed turning walking further inside her room, daemon looked at her in surpised as she swing his sword skillfully.

"Valyrian steel? Very rare for someone to have one, how did you get it." The woman let the light sword drag behind her as she moved her hand to the wall next the window and place it on the cushion seat on the windowsill.

"It was a gift...from the prince daemon." She walked over to her bed taking a seat.

"You must be part of his kingsguard than, so tell me...now that your prince is back will you and your fellow brethern start your killing spree again?" Daemon looked taken back at her words before rubbing his neck.

"The king was not pleased with the last one, so no." She made a noise as she slowly move to over to the wall before laying down.

"Maybe his not dull-witted, after all." Daemon glared at her as he stood in the middle of her small room.

"Watch the way you speak of him, he is your king–" she let out a obnoxious laugh cutting him off.

"My king? No, his your king. My king died thirteen years ago and left us with a stout who spends all his wealth throwing fucking parties while his subjects are starving and are barely scraping by." The woman glares up at the roof, daemon let out a soft scoff even though she's was right he couldn't help but defend him even when they were anger at each other.

"Do you still wish for me to sing to you or what, I don't have all night to argue with you about your precious king." Daemon looked at her before he slowly removed his vast and took of his shoes off before laying in bed with her, he rest on his back with his hand linked on his stomach.

"Any recommendations?" He looked at her before shaking his head.

"Not really, you can sing that song you were singing earlier."

"The one that lured you into my neck of the woods?" She asked with a hint of a smirk.

"Yeah." he chuckled softly before moving to rest on his side as he listened to her sing, his gaze on her started to slowly faltered little by little as he fell asleep he felt like he haven't slept in ages since the war in the stepstones and now being exile again it was getting hard to found peace I'm his chaos.

So, when he woke up the next morning with his head resting on the girl's chest and his arm thrown over her stomach, he couldn't remember the last time he felt so tranquil in last two years. He leaned his head up at the beautiful stranger even in her sleep she looks breathe taking, he groan lowly as he moved off her and sat at the edge of the bed he moved off after putting his shoes on and getting dark sister.

"I hope your not leaving without praying, gold cloak." Daemon was midway button his vast when he turned to see the girl on her side with her eyes train somewhere else.

"Of course not, m'lady." He took the bag of coins from his pocket and put it on the bed, she grabbed weighing it before giving a satisfied nod.

"A bit light but I guess it be enough to eat." Daemon frowned a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry I could always go get more it may take a while through but–" she sat up criss-cross on the bed stopping him.

"I was jesting, gold cloak. This will do just fine." Daemon sighed.

"Right...," he looked at the door before looking back at her, "...may I ask you something, my lady." She said something causing him to furrow his brows.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name, so stop with the my lady its too formal and makes me feel old." Daemon smiled and nodded.

"Your nodding, aren't you?" Daemon wince forgetting.

"Yes, apologies–"

"And stop apologizing I swear if I didn't know any better I would have thought you weren't from around here, gold cloak." He chuckled softly.

"You said you wanted to ask me something, what is it?" She asked looking down in her hands as you opened the bag of coins and started to count them.

"I was wondering if the lady–I mean if you would allow me to come back...later tonight for another song." He asked anxious, he needed her to sing to him again he needed her voice to lure him back to that peaceful place within his mind that he didn't know he had the young woman in front of him shrug nonchalantly.

"If you got the money, than sure but you have to pay extra since your going to be spending the night." She rest her shin on her balled fist waiting for him.

"I can do that."

"Good. But, before we can shake on it, may I ask your name....just in case if you were to murder me I can alert my brothers of the intruder." She gave him a humorous smile causing daemon to laugh.

"I'm...Daeron. Daeron Stone." She raised a brow at his name but didn't question it and reached out her hand for him to shake, he looked at it for a moment before grabbing her hand shaking it.

"Well, now we are acquainted, I have to ask..." daemon let go of her hand as she rest back under her chin, "....is it true that men from the vale fuck sheep?"

After that first night, daemon been staying in mysaria's brothel and every night he stayed she charged him, she gave him a month to figure out his next move and as he did he been spending his time with you. Within weeks of knowing each other he and you have become good friends and lovers in their ambivalent amour, he got to know a lot about you and your family he learned more about you in a week than he did with his own wife in a month. He learned that you lost your mother and father early in your teen years just around the time you lost your sight, he learned that you wanted to become a blacksmith and live in Qohor, he knows that you love your brothers even though you don't say it when you talk about them. It reminds him a little about how he treated his own brother. Viserys. The King.

Daemon laid on his side facing you with his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you laid on your back with your lips moving along his own, he somehow got lured back into bed with only his pants on these were one the days that he enjoyed most with you. In deep down it pains him that it have to end so soon, daemon pulled away resting his head against hers as her hand were gently running her nails up and down his arm giving goosebumps.

"Why you stop?" Her lips grazed his lips before pressing a small kiss at the corner of his mouth, he sighed his nose bumping into hers.

"I have to tell you something?" She pulled back a bit with furrowed eyes, nod motioning for him to continue.

"I am leaving to pentos...morrow..." Daemon watched her as she sit up following suit as she leaned her back against the wall.

"I can't say I didn't see this coming, I always knew we were going to have to say goodbye one these days." she exhale.

"Maybe we don't... you can come with me." She looked taken back by his offer before letting out a nervous laugh.

"You know I can't–"

"Because of your brothers I know...." Daemon crossed path with one of her brothers this morning while he was sneaking out from her room, it was a hysteric morning for the brothers as they argued with daemon.

Her brothers were beyond furious when founding out that the man their sister was infatuated with was the young prince, daemon pleaded to them not to tell her yet wanting to do it himself. He had planned long ago to take her away with him, but he knew had to come clean about who he was and get your brothers blessing.

"That's why I talked them."

"My brothers. As in mine two brothers who you barely know and haven't meet since now, told you yes you can take our blind little sister far away to a place she never been before." Daemon made a noise causing to tilt her head to the slide slighly.

"Not in those words, but they did say if you wished to leave with me than they won't stop you it is your choice to make and your life." She cast her eyes to the side with a sincere look knowing that is something her brothers would say, daemon looked at her as she was in her head he could see that she was conflicted between choosing to leave the only place you know with the only people you who protected or staying and never truely living the life you always dreamed for yourself.

"You don't have to decide now," daemon's hand move over to hers linking them before pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

"I feel like I do. I truely wish to go to pentos with daemon, it's just..." she trailed off feeling a bit unsure how to him.

"What?" He asked moving his hand to cup her face, she leaned into his touch trying to found the words to say.

"I...I believe I am not just infatuated with you, but..." she moved her hand to overs his on his cheek before pulling it away and kissing his fingers making daemon's heart flutter.

"But." He whispered.

"But in love you and I tried so hard to make it go away cause I knew you were going to leave, and...I just wanted you to know." She said sheepishly waiting for him to answer, she liked to think she knows him after only knowing each for a couple of months, she likes to hope that the time they spent togther had something more to it.

Her ears perked when he said her name pulling her out of her thoughts, "...I be lying if I said I didn't love you either, and I be a bigger liar if I didn't say I never felt this way about any woman in my entire life." The young girl smiled at his confession, she couldn't help but grab hold on his cheeks and pull him forward into your lips.

"That's all I needed to hear, i'll go with you to pentos..." she said, he hum happily pressing his lips against her cheek before he did the same thing with her lips.

"I want to marry you...and...see you carry my childern...." He said, pressing wet kisses against her lips and jaw.

"I will for you, my sweet knight," she moan softly when he bite and suck on her neck making crawl on his lap, "...I love you." He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, daeron." She whispered causing daemon to pull back from her, he frown as he forgot the one of the promises he made to her brother. Tell her the truth. The woman he loves more than anything wore a confused looked as she wondered why he pulled a away.

"Daeron?" He snapped back to reality and grabbed her hand holding them.

"There's one more thing I have to tell you..." you furrowed her brows before nodding.

"Okay." Daemon looked down at her hands squeezing them gently.

"My name isn't daeron stone, i'm not a bastard from the vale nor am i a knight of the kingsguard..." he truely didn't want to tell her who he was feeling that this might end things before it even started.

"Do I need to scream for help?" She asked waiting for him to speak.

"No, please don't. I-I just don't want anything to change between us when you find my true name." She sigh putting her hand on his cheek caressing him tenderly.

"It easier to pretend to be someone else but it's not easy to fake who you are inside whoever you are I will still love you." She said gently giving him a small smile

"Even if I'm the dishonorable rogue prince." He said hesitatedly making her giggle.

"Yeah, even if your are...I'll still love you." She said kissing his head before his lips.

"That's a relief to hear. For so long I hated lying to you about who I was, and now that you know we can leave to pentos morrow at first light. I can't wait for you to meet caraxes." The young woman let out a confused laugh at the mention of the rogue prince dragon, she didn't understand what he was talking as he spoke of a dinner party at the red keep for the princess.

"By the gods, your serious." She said stopping daemon mid-sentence, she slide off his lap as she stands holding on to her bed post.

"Yes, I thought that was clear?" He asked a bit confused.

"I thought you were jesting." He furrowed his brows at her before getting off the bed.

"Issa dōna jorrāelagon..." he said in valyrian. (My sweet love)

The young woman shook her head, "No, you can't be daemon targaryen, your jesting because the man I know knows that I don't sleep with married men." She hissed, he looked at her with desperate look knowing her standards since being hurt in the past by a already taken man

"Technically, we did not consumate our marriage so–" she scoffed throwing her hands in the air.

"Oh, yes. Because that makes it so much better, fine that one problem solved. What about the other?" She asked.

"We can marry in pentos and live out our lives there..." he said moving to planting a gentle hand on her shoulder, she turned her head at the feel of his hand on her before moving her head away.

"Your brother won't allow such a thing–"

"What I do in my life is none of my brother concerns, I love you and I want to be with you...fuck everyone else." Her heart fluttered at his words, but it seemed she really did need the tike to think this over and think about her future with daemon.

"I'm happy to hear that, but I think I need to take another day to think," she said sadly, daemon looked at her hurt before he nodded.

"Of course, I'll come by morrow afternoon, sounds good?" He asked, she nodded before feeling his soft lips against her cheek.

"No matter what your decision is...I will come back to you and still love you." He whispered in her ear before walking out, the young girl exhale before falling bsck on her bed before putting her face in her in distress.

The young woman was on the windowsill with her head leaned against the cold glass window, she listened to the horses and the people down below as they past under her window. She sigh exasperating hearing another knock at the door, she leaned her head off and turn to the door.

"My dear brother, I swear it on our parents grave if you ask me how feel one more time, I will throw myself out of this window." She chided.

"Good thing. I'm not your brother." Her ears perked at daemon's voice, she stood up quickly as her hands helped her to reach for the bed post.

"Daemon..." she heard him take a step forward feeling his hand on her waist, "...or should i call you prince daemon," she asked jokingly making him chuckled.

"Daemon is fine." He said with a small smile, "...I bring news." She quirked her brow.

"My late lady wife has died." He said softly, the young woman looked shocked and draw back a bit.

"I'm sorry for your lost," he hummed in agreement.

"Thank you." They stood quiet for moment before daemon spoke up dying to her what choice she made, "...have you decided what you wanted to do." He asked, she sighed leaned her head against his chest inhaling his scent. He smelled of leather and fire.

"Yes, I have it to say it's very concerning how much the cons out weigh the pros." Daemon arms were wrapped around her shoulder as he hug her to his chest, he knew deep down that she might say no and he couldn't blame her and no matter how many times he tried to accept that and imagine a life without her it made the pain twice as agonizing to bear.

"And yet I still wish to choose you and go with you to pentos, and hopefully start our family there." She could could feel his heart beating fast in his chest and before she knew it he picked up with her legs clinging to his waist as he spin them around.

"I do not deserve you or your love, and I will forever be eternally grateful to you for choosing to love me." He said ecstatic, she smiled widely at his action and words causing her to kiss him passionately.

"I hope your not afriad of riding a dragon." He said finally putting her down, she had her arms lazily around his neck with a coy grin.

"I'm pretty sure I'm already use to it by now."

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shurisleftearring · 3 months

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Green Eyes

I am so scared posting this but here it is, my first part (maybe). Any grammar or plot suggestions are welcomed, but please be nice. Not sure if I wanna include smut in this story or not idk. Anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy! :) (Also how the fuck do I work this damn app? I am so fucking confused it’s sad fr)

But I don’t love you anymore, I’m so insecure, never knew that love did this…

Word count: 1k+

Pairing: Shuri x Black!fem!reader

Summary: Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

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“Y/n c’mon, you are slow!”

You were always late. You can never make it to anything on time. That’s what you need to change. You somehow wake up 5 hours before and still end up 10-15 minutes late.

“I’m coming damn, hold up.”

“Girl, I need you to make this on time, the board offered us amazing positions at Stark Industries and WE.CANNOT.BE.LATE.”

At this point you were rushing to get your hair together, your makeup on, and your fit. You had a very boring style, but sometimes you surprised people.

“Is this okay?”

“Girl, it’s fine. Now c’monn”

“Ok ok damn”

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By the time you got there, you had one minute left. You used that minute to scope the place out. Can’t even lie, it was beautiful. All of those good-looking drinks, food, people. You were in awe.

“Damn, this place is nice!” You said.

“Girl, I know we're in the big money now!” Kaira said.

You and your close co-worker friend get guided to the huge table in the back. When you see the table everybody is already there. You look around and your heart drops to you stomach. It's her. At first, you had no idea who she was, she had changed so much. She dresses more masculine now, she has sides of her hair cut, and she has on grillz. You are wondering where the hell she knows about those. Back when y'all used to “date”, y'all were both young and didn’t know shit.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“What did you say, girl?” Kaira said.

“Oh nothing”

You were freaking out inside. Lost in your thoughts. Your memories of her. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t notice that she he saw you too. She almost spat her drink out. She didn’t even recognize you.

“Damn, she's fine. Do you know her Shuri?” Peter said.

“...No,” Shuri said, looking away from your curvaceous body.

“Mm, well I’m going to go over there and introduce myself”

“Don’t you have Mj?”

“Well…she doesn’t remember me. Our love can wait”

Shuri rolled her eyes and they landed on you. She saw how beautiful you became. Your braces were gone and got a skincare routine. She saw how your body grew into its grown woman body. Your thighs, hips, and breasts were just too mesmerizing. She was shamelessly checking you out, not caring who saw. You were trying to look distracted when you accidentally locked eyes with Shuri. Her gaze suddenly made you weak in the knees. You didn’t even notice that you were about to run into a waiter. You ran into the waiter, the gaze broken. She started chuckling, not realizing how powerful her stare was. She guessed that’s how she got all those models so easily. You apologized to the waiter and walked to your seat, trying to get some dignity back.

“Girl, are you ok?” your co-worker friend asked.

“Yeah. I’m good Kaira”

“I swear you always trippin’ somewhere” she said laughing.

You laughed praying that no one saw that. You looked and saw that you were sitting in between Okoye and Kaira. Thank god you weren’t sitting next to her. But, across from her was even worse. Her staring just got more intense by the second. You tried to focus as Pepper Potts-Stark began.

“Well, now that we have everyone here, welcome. I hope we get a lot of things accomplished in these upcoming years, as you know the people are still-”

You were tryna listen, but you could feel her stare lingering on you. It makes your stomach churn and do somersaults.

“-Now, to focus on the positive things, I have decided to hire more people on the personal Avengers team. Welcome y/n and Kaira!”

You and Kaira stood up. Everyone clapped and said welcome. Kaira was eating up the attention thankfully.

“Well, if a pile of paperwork and deadlines to meet is a ‘ welcome’, then I’ll accept it,” Kaira said as people started chuckling.

“Ah, yes, as you can see, the team is very happy to see new people joining, but don’t let them bully you, okay?” Pepper said, winking.

“Oh, trust me I won’t,” You said.

“We’ll see about that sweetness,” Thor said.

You cringed at that. Men being men. The people at the table saw the discomfort on your face.

“Ok, enough guys. They’ve already experienced your ‘warm’ welcome” Shuri said.

“Not Shuri defending them. She must like one of them.” Peter said, drinking his drink.

Chuckles filled the room after he said that. He was honestly right but she was too prideful to accept it.

“Peter do not test me” She looked at Peter and he just drunk his drink and tried to hide his face.

“Ooo Shuri is going to mess him up”

“He's always talking he needs to shut up”

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A few hours later, everything was done. You and Kaira signed everything and promised to sign an NDA until your contract expires. Now people were just talking. You didn’t like being in boring places, but that was your life lately. Boring ass places.

“Girl, I am ready to go, I love networking, but damn it sure does make you tired.”

“Amen girl, I'm gonna crash at your place, is that okay?” You said

“Yeah, that’s fine. Also, I saw Her Majesty staring at you. Does she know you?”

You were trying not to show the sudden panic on your face.

“...Not Really…”

“Mhm, yeah ok.”

Kaira knew when you were lying. She knew you like the back of her hand. She always knew when you were sad, angry, happy, and when you were lying.

Y’all were leaving, laughing and chatting about how your first day would go. While walking, you notice a nice vintage 1964 Ferrari 250 GTO. Your mouth was wide open.

“Kaira look!” you said

Kaira looked and her mouth went wide open as well.

“Shit….that’s your dream car!” she squealed.

“I know! It’s so beautiful!”

“Excuse me”

You turned around and were moving out of the way when you saw it was Shuri. Her voice felt like butter, and you could smell her amazing vanilla perfume since she was close.

“Ooooo” Kaira mumbled.

Kaira was never any help. She was a proud instigator.

“Oh- Umm we're sorry, we-”

“It’s all good love, you were just admiring right?”

“Right”

Love. You haven't heard that word in a long time. She said so casually like you were still with her.

But you weren’t.

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6-7 years ago

“Sher please? You've known my friends for a while now. You said it yourself you trusted them!"

“Love, no. Besides I don’t like you hanging around Daniel anyways”

You groaned. “Shuri, we don’t like each other”

“You still like men"

You knelt down to her level. “But not that man. I don't like any men, just you” You pressed your lips on hers, her jealousy slowly drifting away. You loved moments like these. Her being putty in your hands.

“Ok fine. You can go. Only, you have to make sure that you call me every hour”

“Oh my God, you are so obsessive”

“It’s called keeping you safe”

“No one knows we're dating. I’ll be fine” You said, kissing her forehead.

“Mhm. Still, I want you to call me”

“Ok my love see you soon~” You went out the door and to one of your best friends arms for a hug.

"You ready to go girl?"

"Yes! I am so excited!"

"I'm surprised that Shuri even let you out"

"Haha, now hurry and let's get to this festival!" You squealed in excitement.

#letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #lgbtq

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairing: jordan li x oc

tw: dream realm??, canon typical violence and gore, mentions of death and murder, morals, homelander, spoilers for last ep of gen v s1, mentions of torture, swearing

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: wow we actually made it. i can't believe i actually finished writing a series haha that has never happened before. anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter and i literally can't wait for s4 of the boys and s2 of gen v. lmk ur thoughts <333

I was suspended in darkness. It was like I was floating through space but there were no stars. All around me stood gathered the faces of my victims. The lives I had taken away with a single touch. Leading the group, standing next to each other were Shetty… and my mother. My latest victim and my first victim.

“Ah you’re awake. Took you long enough.”

“Indira, stop. The poor girl just got overwhelmed for a second. Hello darling.”

“Mama!” I exclaimed as I tried to clutch onto the beautiful woman in front of me, she didn’t feel fully tangible but it still felt like she was there. Her warm hands smoothed against my back and threaded through my hair.

“It’s okay, Victoria. It’s okay, I’m here now.”

“I’m so sorry. I never meant-” I pulled away from the warm embrace of my mother with tears streaming from my eyes.

“No. You don’t have to be sorry, darling. You didn’t know. It wasn’t your fault. Your father should never have done what he did. I would kick his ass if I could.” A wet chuckle left my throat as I took a step back from the woman frozen in time. Her curly brown hair, an aspect I had inherited from her, was pulled back in a messy bun and pale purple pajamas adorned her frame.

“Right, not that I don’t love the mother-daughter bonding but we only have so much time.” Shetty said with a soft, wistful voice.

“I don’t think you have a right to comment right now.” I spit out, turning towards the woman who had tortured and hurt me.

“I- fuck I’m sorry okay, Victoria, I know I’ve done some horrible things. Things to you that you never deserved. I was so clouded by my hate that I didn’t realize how much it would affect each of you. I’m really sorry, I’m sorry I only realized that when I was dying. I never wanted any of this.” I stood there sort of in awe of the woman standing in front of me, she had her reasons just like I did.

“I’m not going to be able to forgive you.”

“I know that Victoria, but we really do need your help.”

“We are not asking you to forgive her, darling. I’m not on her side regarding the things she did but she’s right. The world needs you. Honey, you can’t let what Indira and Vought has done to you define you.”

“Wait. Wait. Wait. What are you talking about? What is going on?” I stuttered out, this entire situation was getting strangely overwhelming.

“Cate and Sam are going to free The Woods. You need to stop them.”

“But… The Woods needs to be freed, they need to get out of there!”

“Yes, but there’s innocent people at the school. They’re going to massacre them.” Shetty said before my mom placed a hand on her shoulder and then took a step towards me.

“What Indira is trying to say is that blood doesn’t need to be spilled anymore. She and Vought have done too much harm already. You have to do what you think is right, look into your heart. Past the hate and the hurt, don’t think about what has happened to you. Think about what you have to do. Don’t let innocents die just for revenge.” My face fell and I looked at my mother incredulous.

“You really think I want innocent people to die?! I would never-” That’s when I looked past the pair and looked at the sea of people who I had accidentally killed. I never meant to do any of it, but the result… I caused so much pain and suffering.

“I have to stop them.” I said under my breath as I dragged my ungloved hands over my face. I could feel tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I never wanted to hurt people, Vought did this. They should pay. Not innocent humans but the ones who caused this pain.

“That’s my girl. You need to take ownership of your past but you also need to think about your future. You’re so fucking strong, darling. I have been with you all these years even if you didn’t know it, I know you can do it.” My mom said as she placed her hands on my face and brought my eyes level with hers.

“How have you been here all this time though? I kill-”

“The Vought pills. Your powers are only just getting readjusted to freedom, darling. They’ve been suppressed for a long time. Do you remember the memory prison?”

“Yes?”

“Your powers are dangerous in the eyes of Vought but you can control them. Sure, there have been incidents but I know you can do this.”

“Alex… she’s going to wake up soon.” I heard Indira say as my mother got blurrier and blurrier in front of me.

“My darling, know that I’m always with you and you can ask for my help whenever you want. Now go, do what you need to do.” The last thing I felt was a soft kiss on my forehead as light exploded under my eyelids. Gasping I sat up with a jolt, making Jordan quickly move out of my way.

“Holy shit! You’re alive!” I heard Emma’s voice echo from somewhere behind me. Twisting around I saw that only Marie, Emma, Jordan and I were left in the living room. Oh and Indira.

God that’s creepy. I jumped when I realized that Indira’s voice was literally in my head. Well, I guess that’s what mom meant when she said that they will always be with me.

“Woah, Vic, are you okay? You look like you just went through a war or something.” Jordan said as a concerned expression appeared all over their face.

“Yeah… umm. Weird shit happened. How long have I been out?”

“About two minutes.” Marie said as she sent me a strained smile.

“Oh fuck that’s good, I thought I was out for hours. Ok umm, we need to go after Cate and Sam.”

“How do you know- no wait, you aren’t going anywhere. You just like fucking collapsed.” Jordan said with a stern tone lacing her voice.

“I- Jordan, we need to stop them. I’m fine, I promise. We have to go.”

“Fine, okay. If you’re sure?” I gave Jordan a firm nod and they grabbed my elbow and Emma grabbed the other to help me up, instead of feeling all woozy and horrible I actually felt strong.

“Okay, well let’s go to The Woods then. Emma?” Marie stated as we started to leave Indira’s house, I took a last look behind me to look at the dead body.

“Sorry.” I did worse to you, at least you let me go peacefully. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.

“Hey! You coming?” Jordan yelled out as he realized that I wasn’t walking next to them anymore.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

As the elevator doors opened my jaw dropped when I saw the security guard on the floor… who had a fist-like indentation in his face. Blood was pooling around him and it was almost hard to pull my eyes away from the carnage. The carnage that Cate and Sam are going to continue to wreck.

“Emma, you need to clear the Performing Arts center.”

“Shit! Gemma, Emma you need to get to her. I-” I said almost frantically.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it.”

“Jordan, you sweep the student union.”

There’s a panic button in my office, under the desk, you can use that.

“There’s a panic button! In Shetty’s office, under her desk.” I exclaim the second that the voice in my head finishes.

“Okay great, I’ll go get that. Vic, you need to take it easy so try to evacuate people.”

“Marie, I’m okay. I’ll get to some of the supes. I- I know them so I could try to calm them down.” Jordan looked at me with a hesitant look on their face but I only smiled at her. I could do this.

“If you’re sure?”

“Positive. Let’s do this.” I take a cursory glance over to the cells where I used to be kept all those months ago and a shudder runs across the length of my spine.

Darling, you can do this. The distinct lilt of my mom’s voice breaks through the panic and I take a deep breath before heading back into the elevator. Time to be a hero.

I run through the hordes of panicked students around the school for crime fighting and am met with the sight of Danny. At his feet lies the body of one of the teacher’s. Her face was completely gone and a choked sound leaves my throat. Oh God it’s starting.

“Vic?”

“Hey Danny. What’s going on?”

“We got out. I can’t believe you’re alive. We all thought you were finally murdered-”

“I’m fine, Danny. I’m so glad you’re okay.” I rush over to him and give him a short embrace before moving away from him. His angry expression had mellowed out to something more sincere. An expression I was more familiar coming from him.

“You have to-”

Before I can finish my sentence a piercing sound echoes through campus. It was the same frequency as the one that guard used on me all those days ago. I let out a guttural scream and stumbled as the sound seemed to permeate my brain. It kept going on until it was like a sonic wave broke apart all the glass. I let out a sigh of relief until I realized what it meant.

I looked up to Danny, whose face had once again contorted into something rageful. I felt a rush of regret before I grabbed his face tightly and felt his powers and life flow into mine.

AHHHHH.

I ignored his pained screaming in my head, and instead tried to shove him away mentally. It wasn’t working, fuck.

Calm down and block him. You can do this. Indira’s calm tone echoed through my brain as I closed my eyes and made a mental wall surrounding Danny. The moment the last brick was laid the screaming stopped. Good, now go help.

I smiled and then turned to see more supes running around frantically. Chaos was reining. Wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans I once again took off running towards one of the rogue supes, when she turned around to look at me I saw a smile light up her face. Olivia. I remembered all those times we talked about random celebrity gossip and exchanged stupid stories. Fuck, don’t think about that right now. I smiled sorrowfully at her before grabbing her hands and absorbed her being.

The feeling of new powers bloomed in my body and I quickly built another mental cage for her. God does this make me a monster? I was hurting my friends. No, I was saving innocents. Remember that. Fuck.

My line of thinking was quickly cut off by the ringing of my phone, quickly pulling it out I swiped accept to the unknown number and placed it close to my ear.

“Victoria Oaks! Hi there, this is Vought-”

“Oh fuck off.” I quickly turned off my phone and focused back on the whirlwind going on around me. Only to see that a helicopter was making its way onto campus. A smile made its way onto my face, one which quickly dropped when I saw a supe directly aiming at it.

“No!” I yelled out as he made contact and the helicopter started spinning out of control. None of the available powers I had just absorbed would help. I was helpless again. That was until I saw Andre. Somehow he was able to get the helicopter down okay but not without collapsing down to his knees. I quickly jogged over to him and Marie, crouching down next to him.

“Hey Vic.”

“Andre. You okay?”

“Not really, you?”

“Never better.” I said sarcastically as I grabbed his elbow to help him up.

“I have to go stop Cate.” Marie chimed in as she helped me steady Andre.

“No, no. I’ll go talk to her.” Andre counteracted.

“No, we’re doing this together.” I said with a renewed strength, Cate was strong as fuck we wouldn’t be able to take her if we went alone.

“Guardians of Godolkin, remember?” Marie added as she nodded at me in appreciation.

“Yeah, let’s fucking do this.”

I ran behind Andre as we watched Cate lean against one of the signs. I could almost feel how exhausted she was. Even if she had created this whole fucking problem in the first place, she was still my friend. I had to find some way to help her.

“Cate! Holy shit, how have you been pushing this much?”

“It was Shetty’s pills. I thought she was trying to help me, but she was really limiting me.”

I only ever loved her. I never meant to do that. I ignored Indira’s voice in my head as I looked back at Cate. Her eyes were basically pools of blood.

“Catey… you have to stop.��

“It’s good to see you’re up and about Vic, but I’m disappointed in you.”

“I was ordered to kill you!” Marie exclaimed out, exasperated - like she was trying to get Cate’s attention away from me.

“Are you going to do it?”

“What? Of course not.”

“What about you, Vic?”

“I would never want to hurt you, Cate.”

“Cate, shit- I just got a call from Vought-” Maverick said as he came up towards the group.

“Stop Marie.” Cate said as she extended a hand towards Maverick.

“Okay then.” Maverick said as he took off his hat and glasses, completely disappearing from view.

“Oh shit.”

“Look, Maverick, you don’t want to do this, bro.”

“Cate, please we’re on the same side.” I said with a pleading tone.

“Really? Do you actually believe that?” Cate uttered before running off, leaving with Maverick who immediately started punching Marie.

“Whoa, Marie. Let me help!”

“No, you need to get Cate. Go. I’ll be fine.” I nodded at her and gave her an encouraging look before taking off behind Andre, hot on Cate’s heels.

“Cate! Please just-” Cate stopped and turned around to look at us.

“What side are you guys on?”

“On the side that will get us out of this shit.” Andre answered and I let out a groan.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing with them, Vic. You are the one who knows what they did, you know how much they need to pay.”

“Innocents don’t need to pay.”

“We are innocents!” Cate yelled out.

“Hey, calm down.”

“Oh come on Andre! You aren’t actually doing anything, all you ever do is act like you are doing something. At least, Vic understands.”

“I- Cate I know that when one of us does something alone it ends up going horribly wrong. But we do amazing shit together. So let’s just figure this out. Together.”

A moment of silence was exchanged between the couple as I took a steadying breath. Maybe Andre was actually able to persuade Cate.

“Yeah… okay.” Cate said as she extended her ungloved hand, only for Andre to hesitate making Cate’s face contort again.

“Andre!” I yelled just as Sam made impact with him and they went flying. I watched their fight, almost frozen until I felt a disturbance in the air next to me. Turning my head slightly I saw Cate offering her hand to me this time.

“Cate…”

“We can do this together, you are the only one who ever understood me. Please.” I opened my mouth to answer when out of the peripheral of my eye I saw Sam start choking Andre. Shit, shit, shit.

“I-”

Darling, do you really want to do this?

I used one of the powers I had stolen and sent a ball of fire towards Sam which made him drop Andre immediately before turning in my direction.

“Vic, why did you have to do that?” I heard Cate say as her hand started making its way to the exposed skin of my hand.

“No.” I wrenched my hand away and ran straight to Sam, where I grabbed his face quickly as he recovered from the blast. Taking away only enough life energy to get him unconscious I took my hands away from his face as Sam collapsed onto the soft grass.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy.” I watched as Andre started to get up from his own position on the grass and looked at me in gratitude.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t-” My sentence got cut short the second I saw Jordan on the other side of the field, surrounded by supes, struggling to keep them all off of him. Fuck. I started running across the grass as a strange rage bubbled up in me. No, they were not going to die. Not under my fucking watch. It was that same feeling that I had at Shetty’s house. It was like my powers were extending beyond the cage of my skin.

A moment later, I started to feel life forces bleed into mine as the supes fell away from Jordan. Slowly turning gray as they got absorbed into me.

“Fuck, are you okay?” I said as I collapsed next to Jordan. His eyes twinkled in awe at me and they let out an incredulous laugh.

“Better now that you’re here.”

“Oh you fucker.” I said as a laugh made its way out of my throat and he quickly joined my giggles. What I didn’t realize is that I had missed one of the supes, and he was swiftly making his way to the helicopter.

“Marie! The helicopter.” Jordan called out and I turned around to see the supe about to reach all those people. However before he could make it to the doors a bunch of blood daggers impaled him. My jaw dropped as I turned to look at Marie, she had an awed look on her face - not quite realizing she was able to do that.

“She’s fucking incredible.” I muttered as Jordan and I started to get up.

“I know right.”

Jordan and I exchanged smiles as we started to walk over to Marie. I was so focused on Marie that I didn’t feel Cate’s hand extend its way towards my face until it was almost too late.

“Vic!” Marie yelled as suddenly Cate’s arm exploded. Her agonized yell almost seemed to break through my eardrums as I felt blood spatter all over my face.

“Oh my God!” I yelled.

Not a moment later a rush of air hit my face as something… no someone landed right in front of the Homelander statue. Homelander himself. Oh fuck.

“Sir, I uh-” Marie started before the Homelander held up his hand to silence her, shaking his finger at her. I stepped closer to Jordan and I felt them put a protective arm around my waist.

You need to get out of here. I heard Indira’s voice echo through my head as my mom’s voice hummed in assent.

“What kind of animal are you?” Homelander said as he walked closer and closer to Marie. Oh that fucking cunt. I thought as I pressed my nails into my palm. Trying to summon my powers to at least knock him out, but they weren’t working. Shit, why weren’t they working?

“What?”

“Do you… like attacking your own kind? Or are you just sick?”

“No, I-”

“STAY BACK.” Homelander yelled out, interrupting Marie once again as he suddenly sent a laser blast right at her.

“No!” I yelled out but Jordan held me back as we watched Marie completely collapse. It seemed like my little outburst got Homelander’s attention because he turned right at me and raised his eyebrows at the arm around my waist.

“Victoria Oaks, I presume.”

“I, uh, huh? How do-” I felt Jordan’s arm fall away from me but I didn’t want to risk taking my eyes away from Homelander, that was until I heard a thud next to me. Oh no.

“Oh don’t worry about that right now, sweetheart. You’re going to go for a little nap.” That was the second I felt Cate’s cold hand against my cheek and her soft voice uttering a command for me to fall asleep. I collapsed not into the grass but into a pair of arms. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of air whooshing around me… almost like I was flying.

My eyelids fluttered open as I felt the scratchiness of bed sheets against my unclothed arms. I let out a groan as I pushed myself up against the mattress and a wave of confusion hit me. I was in a room, a bunch of random stuff was hooked up to me and it was dark. The only light came from the monitors around me and a tv.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

so... a few things about vic's powers - she can absorb people's personalities so the people in her head are technically dead but their imprints still live on in her brain? if that makes sense. also i wrote vic to sort of be the antithesis of sam in a similar way to how cate and marie are foils of each other - vic and sam have had similar lives but they choose drastically different paths at this point. ANYWAYS i will not give too much more away but i hope you liked the chapter even if it's insanely short.

taglist: @neapolitantoebeans @scorchedfangirl @losers-club6 @vvyuqi @bubblebuttwade @fix5idiots @ponypickle @nellyboosworld

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frozenartscapes · 2 months

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Not Worried - Spy x Family Oneshot

“Aren’t you worried…about not coming home?”

It had only been a few weeks since their secrets had been accidentally uncovered in a mission gone wrong, and Loid (Agent Twilight - a spy for Westalis Intelligence) and Yor (Thorn Princess - a secret assassin) were still getting the hang of their new normal. Loid watched on from the couch, a few mission documents he no longer had to keep hidden left in front of him on the coffee table, as Yor gave herself emergency first aid in the kitchen. He had moved to get up to help but she insisted that the obvious gunshot wound on her arm wasn’t worth the trouble and that she could handle it.

And he had been skeptical because it was Yor. Not that he didn’t have faith in her, but… Well, he didn’t have much confidence in her stitching abilities. Despite that, she entered the living room after a few minutes, bandaged and bloodied, and plunked down in his usual chair.

And that was when he asked the question.

Yor frowned, her ruby eyes flitting to Anya’s closed door. The little girl should be sound asleep by now, blissfully unaware of the true nature of her parents’ jobs.

“No,” she replied simply.

Loid raised an eyebrow. “Yor… I know you have great skill,” he began cautiously, “But that doesn’t change the fact that your job is dangerous. You mean to tell me that you aren’t worried that there could be a night where you don’t come home?”

Yor shrugged. “I know there is always a chance, Loid,” she sighed, “And I truly would feel awful if my last thoughts are that Anya would lose another mother. But that is also why I’m not worried.”

He frowned in confusion. “But…”

“Loid.” She was serious, now. Her eyes had hardened and were sharp as flint, her entire being radiating powerful determination. “I’m not worried about being killed on the job,” she stated in a low tone he had come to call her “Thorn Princess” voice, “I’m not worried because if I ever die then I swear on my very soul I will claw my way out of Hell to return to you and Anya. Nothing will keep me from my family, not even Death.”

The funny thing Loid had been learning about Yor is, despite how insane that declaration was, he believed it. Because if anyone could look the Reaper square in the face and tell them to fuck off, it was Yor Forger.

And it…hurt. Because he wished he could say the same. He was painfully aware that once his mission was over, then he will likely be forced to leave. Having a family would only get in the way of being a spy. Even if his wife turned out to be an assassin - or, it may be because his wife was an assassin. (It was still too early to tell if it was a good or bad thing yet.)

Yor was willing to stand up to the lords of the underworld to return to the people she has come to call family, while Loid… Twilight…

He couldn’t even tell Handler that she had left a tag on her new jacket.

He also cast a longing glance at Anya’s door, feeling guilt boil uncontrollably in his chest. Yor noticed, and reached across the gap between them to gently take his hand that was on the armrest of the couch. She ran her thumb over his knuckles, leaving a little smear of blood that was probably hers.

“Let’s just focus on living right now, not in the future,” she suggested, “One job at a time.”

He managed to eke out a small smile, meeting her beautiful eyes and once more feeling his spirits lift. “Alright, I can do that,” he relented.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in each other’s company, until something she said finally registered with Loid.

“You assume you’re going to Hell?” he demanded, unable to hide the shock in his voice. Yor was the nicest person he’d ever met! She was so good to Anya, so thoughtful and warm and helpful! Why would she ever think that—

He glanced back at her to discover she had pulled out one of her stilettos, still stained with some blood, and was idly twirling it in one hand with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh. Right.”

#spy x family #post-reveal #one shot #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #yor forger isn’t scared of death - death is scared of HER

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Fated by the Stars (8)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of spiking drink, sexual themes, impregnanting talk, teasing, Swearing, naming calling, and Mentions of alcohol.

Summary - The boys are enthralled with you during the party, however the second they have to leave your side to give a group speech. Of course that is when the enemy strikes, leaving behind a mess in their wake.

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The song slowly came to an end as we pulled up to the huge mansion like building. The architecture was beautiful, with lime stone walls and roman columns. Wooyoung parked in a large secured parking lot next to the building. He got out first and ran around to open the door for me. I gave him a smile and took his hand, carefully getting out of the car. I had to make sure I didn't step on the dress or anything. Once the door was shut, I heard the sound of multiple feet walking towards us as someone called for Wooyoung.

I saw a group of seven other men came over, Wooyoung stepped out of the way so they could see me too. All of there faces looked upon me with equal astonishment. "Wow, is that y/n? From Chan's pack?" One asked. Wooyoung nodded. "She is, due just got done dolling her up. Oh Y/n" He looked at me. "This is my pack." He pointed and began to list off their names from left to right. "We are the Halazia pack to outsiders. But now you are my friend, so you don't have to call us that." I nodded. "Nice to meet you all, I hope to become your friend as well." I heard coos and agreement around me. "Awe you are just the sweetest little thing. I'm glad Chan and the boys are fated to you." Seonghwa said. Amongst this group, there were 4 alphas, 2 betas, and 2 Omega's. One of those omega's being Wooyoung of course.

I blushed at their compliments, however Wooyoung had my back. "Come on chill out boys, can't let her accidentally ruin her make up. Plus her pack has no idea how gorgeous she looks right now." Wooyoung held my hand and began to lead me inside. I was still trying to get used to walking in heels. The time I spent practicing with Jisung and Minho must have really paid off.

Walking inside with Wooyoung and His pack surrounding me, I saw other faces look to us astonished by the beauty in one small area. I felt like an angel surrounded by heavens most handsome men. I could only imagine how beautiful my own pack would look.

It only took me a second to spot them, they had yet to spot me. Wooyoung brought me down the steps, his pack following closely behind me. The crowd parted like the sea, I guess these boys usually beeline for my boys at stuff like this. Otherwise why would they so naturally part for us.

Finally the boys looked over, making eye contact with me. Their faces instantly dropped from smiles, but not in a bad way. They were filled with some much love and astonishment. Quickly walking up to me and the others. "Oh my moon goddess, my 'mega. You are more gorgeous than I could ever describe or even imagine." Chan said as he gently grabbed my hands. I too was enthralled and enchanted by each of their own personal beauty. Minho and Jisung had done such a lovely job at designing the perfect outfit to enhance everyones own beauty.

"You guys all look so ethereal yourselves." I said softly to them. I saw each one blush different hues and shades or red or pink. "Thank you for today Wooyoung" Jisung said giving him as smile. Wooyoung nodded and smiled himself. "she's as adorable as you guys talk about, I'm glad to have earned her friendship. I was sure to give my number to her so we can meet up later." He responded. Chan then pulled me up against him closer. "If you won't mind us, we would love to show our Omega how to have a good time here." Hongjoong spoke for the pack this time. Pack alpha to Pack alpha. "No worries, I expected as much from a newly completed mated pack. I can only imagine how much worse you will be when you all finally give her the pack mark." I heard him laugh before they all walked away.

Chan gently pulled me into their circle, placing me in the center among them. Each one placed a hand on me, Minho spoke first. "Give us a moment to fix your scent, no matter how much we love those guys, we still would rather you smell more of us." Everyone was given a chance to pull my closer, giving me a kiss and scenting me a little.

Once they were satisfied, Felix grabbed my hand and began to lead me to a nearby circle booth. He helped me slide in, so I sat in the middle amongst my boys. Jeongin and Seungmin Sat immediately next to me, the younger having his arm around my waist. Seungmin had his hand spread out on my thigh. Both their hands on me like this, I began to feel warmer as my thoughts plummeted from the heavens to the kinkiest ring of hell.

All their eyes were on me, this time Hyunjin spoke for the pack. "We already new you were beautiful, but tonight you are down right gorgeous 'mega. I'm so glad we get to experience this night with you." I smiled "I'm glad to be here with you guys aswell. You all look even more impossibly handsome tonight than I thought possible." I saw their faces all blush or shy away at my compliment.

I felt myself begin to slowly smile wider at them. I glanced around a bit as we sat here in comfortable silence. That's when I noticed the drinks, I was thirsty.

I glanced around to see everyone in their own conversations. So I gently placed my hand on Seungmins, to get his attention when he was done talking. They both stopped talking and looked at me. Looking between Seungmin and Jisung I asked, "Can I get a drink please?" Seungmin nodded but Jisung spoke first. "Have you ever had alcohol sweetie?" I shook my head no. "Okay then we will go get you a non-alcoholic drink for today." I agreed and watched as were both let out to go get me and a few others some drinks.

When they left, I felt someones hand pull me flush against their side. I looked up to see a smirking Jeongin looking back down at me. I felt his hand begin to wander up and down my waist. Caressing me gently while he continued to talk to Changbin about whatever. I couldn't pay attention as his hand slowly wrapped farther around my waist. Making his way slowly down to my heat, with every second I could feel myself twitching in anticipation.

My blush quickly returned to my cheeks when he finally had the tips of his fingers over my mound. His fingers lightly drawing circles over my clit. I could feel myself becoming slicker, the movements and scents of my pack around me were getting me drunk on the love.

I bit my lip trying to control my moans, I placed my hand on jeongins trying to get his attention. I didn't want everyone to smell my slick as he enticed it out of me. However it was too late as Chan growled. "Jeongin, there is still another 3 hours before we can leave, please do not make us suffer from the enchanting scent that is our mate's slick."

I blushed some more, before Seungmin and Jisung returned. Handing me my juice and the others their alcohol. We sat here for another long while, just indulging in each others presence and conversation. But after a while I was becoming bored, so I looked over and asked to be let out of the booth. "Whats wrong baby?" I smiled at him. "I would just like to go dance for a bit, have some fun you know?" I got a smile back before Hyunjin and Minho Both spoke up again. "Allow us gorgeous, we will take you." Minho said, followed by Hyunjin saying "I've wanted to dance with you for a while babe." I agreed

The boys let me out, as the other two grabbed my hands gently. Leading me down to the dance floor. Once we found an open spot deep in to the mosh pit, I was sandwiched between them both. The first song to play was talk dirty by Jason derulo. I smiled and decided to play a little bit with the alpha and beta I was sandwiched between. Minho was being me, so I began to grind against him in during the chorus of the song. My hands caressed and glided over hyunjins front. As another beat drops came I pulled him by the collar down to my face, mouthing the words "talk dirty to me." Then I let him go and watched as his face went from surprise to an equally evil smirk as mine.

I felt hands grab onto my hips, as Minho began to grind back into me. I could feel his growing and hardening bulge against my ass. It was leaving enough to imagination, just thinking about taking every single pack mate. Making them feel as good as I feel, being a good 'mega for them. "Someones being a little pushy today. Is our omega just that desperate for our knots?" I whined leaning back against Minho as he whispered into my ear. However hyunjin grabbed my chin, running his thumb below my lips. Barely catching my bottom lip as he passed over. "I think she just want to get pumped full of our cum, to make sure she gets pregnant with our pups." I felt myself shy away, those words having me aching more at the thought.

I felt them begin to travel their hands up and down my body hungrier. "I wish we could satisfy your wants darling, but we have to give our end of the night speech before we can leave. I'm sure we can convince chan to speed this up for us to leave." I nodded whimpering out a please.

With that they gently began to lead me back to the booth where the rest sat still. Minho let go and whispered to Chan for a bit. The formers eyes growing darker as he looks me up and down, a small flame of hunger hidden beneath those dark brown irises. He nodded and stood up walking slowly towards me. He took my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes.

"wait here for us pretty girl, we won't be long and then we can leave." I nodded and he gave my forehead a kiss before leading me to the now empty booth. Helping me to sit down and placing my drink in front of me.

I watched them all walk off to the main area, but as they disappeared into he crowd I lost sight of them. However, with them gone it seems that the devil got his own confidence.

As that awful smell, one I hoped I would never remember or experience again, it began to fill my space. Looking over to where it was coming from, I saw him. The man who filled my nightmares, left my scars. Scars that were either visible or mental. I could feel my instinct taking over, wanting to shy away from the alpha near me. My anxiety spiked more as he sat down across from me. "Well hello there Princess?" SangJun said with an ounce a venom spilling out. "Did you have a fun time playing pretend? It's time for you to come back home bitch. You were birthed for me, you are mine." Those last words ignited something in me as I growled at him. I saw surprise flash throughout his eyes.

"Oh shut up bitch, you know you deserve everything I am gonna do to you. You ran away from your pack, you were selfish and unruly. You are nothing without me, I am your alpha. Not some hot shot pack that doesn't know how omega's are supposed to be kept. Which is out of sight and silent. You are here to be my doll." He spoke to me. That when I barked at him, growling intensifying as the words I have always wanted to say spilled from my lips.

"You are the selfish one here Jun. You go around pulling everyone who holds no worth to you down. In the beginning, I thought you were everything I ever needed. Which was so childish of me, but what can you expect from an actual child. But now I have seen what the world really thinks, I know that you are one of few pack who still lead with the same mindset. Out here, Omegas are cherished and loved. Our rarity among the population makes us more worthy of love than you or anyone who follows you. My pack is my fated pack, they are my fated mates. You have no say over what the moon goddess chooses. You can't undo my love for them or their love for me. By the goddess, I wish to hurt you the exact same way you hurt me if not worse."

I wish I had paid more attention to his hands in that moment looking back on it now. Once he stood up, all he said was. "You will come looking for me soon princess, if not then I will come for you and nothing will stop me from getting you." He caressed my cheek and walked away. I rubbed my cheek trying to remove his acidic scent. Tears brimming my eyes as I tried my best to hold it back.

I took a big gulp of my drink and finally saw the boys walking over, but as they saw me their face dropped. They're paced picked upas they came closer, Changbin and Felix Knealed in front of me. The former spoke first, "What happened darling?" I sighed. "Sang-Jun is here, please can we leave now?" They all nodded and I took another gulp of my drink, however this time I recognized a very subtle flavor. It wasn't there when I had been drinking it earlier.

My heart dropped, it was the same drug Jun used to give me. One that forced me into a heat, making me easier to persuade as the Omega headspace would take over for me. I looked back at the boys with a now scared face. "We need to leave quickly. I'll explain later please." I began to cry. Changbin picked me up easily and began to carry me out the building. They speed walked to not grab any unwanted attention.

When we were outside, they beelined it to the pack van. Chan and Felix jumping in front. The Maknaes piled into the back, and I sat on Changbins lap with Hyunjin and Minho on either side. I could feel the beginnings of the forced heat slowly increase in intensity. I whined and situated myself to changbins thigh, rocking slightly against it. The double slit dress making it very easy to move as I wished.

I heard the growls of all pack members as my natural scent began to sweeten even more due to my heat. "He spiked my drink, it's the same drug he used to use to force me into heat during his ruts. it has a distinct but subtle flavor." I explained as quickly as I could, before the heat would take over too much for me to think straight.

"Don't worry omega, we got you. We will take good care of you, don't be nervous." I heard changbin growl out into my ear. Minho speaking next. "And when this is all over, we will make sure that sorry excuse for a man is run through the ground till he is six feet below. We have had enough of his antics."

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#alpha beta omega #bang chan #childhood trauma #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee minho #omegaverse #seo changbin #x reader #tragic #yang jeongin #stray kids

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whitleyschn33 · 7 months

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…that Whitney post was just beautiful despite that tragic past.

I think the worse part about this: when weiss came back again she insulted, look down on Whitney and worse of all pointed a sword at him. (A gun sword where god forbid it goes off: accidental or worse)

Honestly I truly hated how Whitney was supposed to give that hug to weiss despite weiss not earning it.

Whitney should had pushed her away or even slapped her. (Maybe I am too harsh but you don’t get to do all these awful actions and expect me to be civilized with you)

If anything those scenes made me hate weiss, winter and especially willow for their actions.

I'm pretty sure I've made this joke before but -

Because, like, we get the set-up for a reconciliation where Weiss recognizes why Whitley would be angry with her and take that chance to reach out to him with her scene with Willow, but then the next time she sees him, she threatens and scolds him, treating him like a child. Then the next scene after that is her acting like she forgives him and hugging him and all is well, and that's all well and good on her end since we've never seen Whitley do anything but be a brat so it's easy for her to forgive him, but then what about Whitley?? Like - you still left him behind, multiple times, and until this very moment when he does something genuinely kind and decent for a friend he has no reason to give a shit about, specifically saying he's not doing it for you, you decide that that's the end of it? And then Whitley's anger just vanishes and it's all good? That's bullshit.

Whitley still has every right to be upset and angry when nothing on his end of the emotional situation was concluded. Weiss never talked about anything with him or acted like she did anything wrong - and let me be clear, leaving an abusive environment was not wrong for her to do, but that doesn't mean it didn't still hurt Whitley - or even apologize for forcing her way in and threatening him with her weapon. Weiss does nothing with the insight Willow gives her and does nothing to earn any sort of goodwill on Whitley's part, but because Weiss has chosen to forgive him, Whitley just has to accept it I guess because we can't have anyone actually remember their motivations when it's time for them to join the good guy squad. Doesn't matter how angry you might have been about being left behind in a neglectful and abusive environment, boy, your sister has forgiven you for the sin of being pissy with her, so it's all in the past now! I'd rant more, but I've actually got an entire breakdown on these scenes here, so, uh, check it out if you're interested, lol.

I... can't see Whitley actually slapping anyone, it doesn't seem his style, but he sure as hell looked very uncomfortable to be hugged by Weiss until he was forced to accept it!

And God, Willow. The fact that she's well aware of what she's done with regard to raising Whitley but then just... doesn't seem to care until he's almost killed? Miss me with hasty redemption - you abandoned your children for years, abandoned your son for the past day or two, and suddenly because you saved his life it's all okay? No. It's not. And the fact that Whitley is made to just smile and nod is frankly a bit sickening.

(Thank you, though! Just kinda wanted to put into perspective how young Whitley was when all of this was going down. Like I said in the post, I do personally lean more towards him being 15 or 16, the idea of him being 12 when Weiss leaves for Beacon just feels wrong, but with how vague the timeline and their ages are, Whitley being 5 when their family falls apart for good is a very real and very tragic possibility.)

#rwde #whitley schnee #ask reply #i know there's bigger fish to fry #but this is still atrocious writing

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cladestine · 2 years

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req: a classic chasing trope with jennie when it's the reader who was chasing after her but keeps getting rejected?

genre: fluff, sad fluff, fluffy fluff fluff

warning: dejected feeling on getting rejected (i guess?)

note: ask or req is open, link in bio hehe.

If you can describe in a song how many times Jennie rejected you, then it is the lyrics from Bieber that go something like "by once or twice, I mean maybe a couple a hundred times"—yep, that song.

"That's too cliche, do better," "nah, not buying it," and the infamous "you're funny. but that won't do" — that's Jennie's holy trinity of responses.

You and Jennie hit it off when you were testing the girls' microphones and Jennie walked in wearing her overly big glasses and an oversized hoodie—for some people, it looked plain and simple, but for you, it is the most beautiful form of Jennie; one where she does not have any makeup on and is her most comfortable self. So when Jennie walked past you, you accidentally blurted out on one of the microphones how pretty and stunning she was. Luckily, the microphone worked, so what you just said echoed throughout the whole dome, and that, folks, was when the friendship started.

Since Jennie knows that you have a crush on her, you bravely ask her if you can take her out on a date. She smiled at you, the most genuine and sincere smile that you've seen from her; a smile that made your heart dance a little and skip a beat; that smile that made you fall for her even more. "Ask me next time. I might say yes," she playfully said, and you swear that you almost fainted right there and then—it's been four months since that conversation transpired, and here you are, chasing the hell out of her up until today.

You are watching Blackpink from afar. You are at one of the venues where Blackpink will perform on their world tour. Since your boss doesn't need you yet, you sneak onto the sidelines and watch them. You tried to watch them as a group, but your gaze was always drawn to Jennie. You look at her in such awe and conclude that she deserves all of the recognition that she gets.

"Ji-yong is in the backstage. I think she's waiting for Jennie" one of the staff said. "Really? Ji-yong is here. He is my ultimate crush" another staff sighed in envy— they're talking so loudly that you can't help but overhear their conversation.

Jennie is allowed to date anyone she wants. If Jennie is dating Ji-Yong, you don't have any problem with that. Some say you'll chase Jennie forever, but little do they know, you've given yourself an ultimatum: if you see Jennie's smile, that angelic smile when you asked her out four months ago, on other of her suitors then, it's time for you to stop; fortunately, you haven't seen that smile on other people yet, so you figured you still had a chance.

Your feet dragged you onto the stage. It's not that you are curious about the conversation you overheard a while back. To be honest, you just want to see the dynamics that Jennie and Ji-yong have. You acted like you were fixing something, but, in reality, your peripheral vision is focused on them. You raise your eyebrow when you observe how comfortable they are with each other. Ten minutes have passed and Ji-yong is about to leave, but before he leaves, he whispers something in Jennie's ear; and how you wish you had not seen that interaction. You've seen how Jennie responded to Ji-yong's whisper—it is one of those smiles that Jennie gave you four months ago. You were devastated, to say the least, but you composed yourself and left the backstage to get some fresh air.

Three days have passed After that Jennie and Ji-yong incident, you managed to get yourself together and gain enough courage to talk to Jennie to sort things out between the two of you. Even if Jennie doesn't like you, you owe her an explanation that you will now stop asking her to go on dates—or in your terms, you will now stop chasing her. So here you are knocking on the door of Jennie's dressing room waiting for her to let you in. "It's open. come in, " Jennie said.

"What brings you here?" Jennie continued You are nervous and your palms are sweaty. You're at a loss for words, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "your smile," you said in embarrassment. Jennie looked at you puzzled but waited for you to finish whatever you were saying.

"Your smile, Jennie. It's one of the most beautiful things that I've ever seen in my life. It is a mix of beauty and innocence. You smile a lot, but there's this one smile that marks my heart on its way to you. It's that smile when I asked you on a date four months ago. It's the smile that I held on to for too long, Jennie. When I saw that kind of genuine smile of yours, I thought that it was made for me. I thought that I was the only one that could make you smile like that, so I made an ultimatum to myself that when I see that smile on someone else, I'll stop nagging you and be contented with us being friends, " you nervously said

"And? I'm confused here… I appreciate the compliment, but I am lost on what you are trying to say, "Jennie said. She saw how serious you were, so she cautiously asked you to continue.

I accidentally saw you and Ji-yong on the backstage a while back. Ji-yong whispered something into your ear, and you smiled—the smile for which I became fond off. Well, it is nice that I've seen that smile again, but it pains me that I am not the recipient end of it, " you said with utmost sincerity; letting it all out felt like a heavy burden fading away on your body. Besides, the staffs are shipping you two together, so before I make it uncomfortable for you, I'll stop chasing you, Jennie. What do you think? friends? " you extended your hand and did what you do best—to humour your way out of scenarios like this, but Jennie did not buy it and walked away.

You are confused why Jennie walked away. Your best guess is that she got offended when you brought up that you'd seen her and Ji-yong. You assumed that Jennie wanted to keep it a secret, so you took note that the apology would be something along the lines of "I won't tell any single soul about your relationship with Ji-yong." Yes, that would be it.

The girls are now doing their sound check. It was all going great when Jennie blurted out something on her microphone "We are talking about you. The whisper was about how you were so obvious looking at us. Ji-yong is teasing me with you." She said out of nowhere. You are flabbergasted. Your mouth agape. It would be half as wide if Jennie just told you face-to-face, but damn, she said it on a microphone—for all of the staff to hear. A silence echoed after that speech by Jennie. The silence ended when one of the staff whistled and shouted, "Let's go, Jennie. "Get the girl" The crowd laughed, and Jennie got shy, but managed to get her composure back.

"Y/n go on a date with me?" Jennie said. The staff at the venue erupted into squeals and whistles. "Let me worry about YG later. So what you'd say?" She continued. Jennie spotted you on the far end of the dome, and you are amazed at how brave she was. The producer pointed the camera at you and you laughed at how silly all the staff were, but you made it an opportunity to get your marker in your back pocket and the bond paper beside you. You wrote something on it and showed it to the camera—Jennie read it and you've seen her smile; the infamous smile that was only made and meant for you.

"Ask me next time. I might say yes" you've written on the paper.

#blackpink x reader #jennie #jennie imagines #jennie scenario #jennie x reader #jennie fluff #jennie kim x reader #jennie reactions #jennie scenarios #jennie kim

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asa-writes · 1 year

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okay so first of all i ADORE your content so much and i wanted to ask if you could write a oneshot for sigurd x reader mayhaps? basically the reader goes skinnydipping in a lake in the woods and sigurd accidentally finds her and eventually joins her and the atmosphere is like magical and stuff- maybe with some cute smut if you’re comfortable with that 🫶🏻

Thank you so much!! Of course, here's the oneshot. I hope it's not too magical for you but this was the first thing that came to my mind...

"The Hunt"

Pairing: Sigurd x F!Reader

18+ Minors DNI!

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Smut heheh, light fluff, magic, unprotected sex, magical prn with plot

Sigurd pushed through the dense foliage, his bow in one hand and a quiver full of specially-fletched arrows on his back. He followed the trail of broken twigs, bent grass, and mud puddles left behind by the doe up until he reached the small creek. He scanned the muddy banks for hoofprints, but the tracks disappeared into the shallow water. Taking off his shoes and socks, Sigurd stepped into the cold water, careful not to make too much noise.

As the faint sound of rippling waves echoed up from behind a gigantic boulder that blocked his view of the lake and its secret inhabitant, Sigurd instinctively reached for an arrow and notched it upon his bow. His body tensed as he focused on what lay beyond that massive rock, yet nothing prepared him for the sheer beauty he beheld in that moment. A faint melody floated towards him, so gentle and ethereal that it seemed to come from another realm entirely. He could almost feel himself being transported away by its sweet embrace.

As Sigurd's body tensed, he almost followed the impulse to shoot in the direction of the sound. Then, there you were - a young woman standing waist deep in the lake, illuminated by a thousand stars that were entwined in an embrace with the sun. You both were gazing up into its colours spreading like wildfire across the sky in awe, as a cool evening breeze whispered through your ears. Unveiled and unashamed, you moved towards him in graceful strides, swimming throughtout the lake's surface like a creature from another realm of existence. To Sigurd's eyes it seemed as if your movements held some magical power that enchanted his innermost desires.

Mesmerized by your beauty and dancing gracefully in what seemed like perfect harmony with nature around both of you, Sigurd couldn't help but stare; he felt awed by this beautiful scene playing out before him.

You stood in place, the lake around you a kaleidoscope of light reflecting off the millions of shimmering droplets; your well-formed body slowly rising and falling with the calm ripples of the water before him. Glittering eyes beckoning him to come closer, you spoke with an ethereal voice that seeped into his mind like a dream. "Come forth, Sigurd Snake-in-the-eye", you said in that soft familiar yet distant cadence, "Don't be scared, join me". He smiled at your invitation, mesmerized by the beauty of this surreal moment.

He felt his loins stir as he tried to resist the siren call of your presence. "Who... or what... are you?" he struggled to ask, drawn in by your unearthly beauty. "Why do you know my name? And why are you here?"

You simply chuckled softly at his questions and waved them away with a flick of your hand. "I am no one of consequence," you spoke gently, flashing him an ethereal smile. "I have come only to cleanse myself."

Sigurd cast a wary glance around the forest. Was this all too good to be true, or had the universe conspired in his favor? The doe that had led him here seemed to have a purpose - perhaps the will of the gods themselves. With trepidation and curiosity warring within him, Sigurd took a step forward towards you and began to disrobe himself, watching all the while for any sign of danger. Perhaps this was all meant to be. Maybe fate was steering him towards his destiny.

As Sigurd undressed, your eyes shone like a field of stars on a moonless night. It was as if you had been waiting for him, expecting him to join you all along. You moved closer to him, the water lapping against your rounded thighs, and gave him a coy smile.

Sigurd felt a shiver run down his spine as your soft hand touched his bare chest. Your touch was like nothing he had ever experienced before - it was gentle and comforting yet electrifying at the same time. He could feel his heart rate quicken as you led him deeper into the water.

The cool liquid enveloped Sigurd's body, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through his veins. As you swam together in the lake, it was as if time had slowed down; every moment was filled with an intense feeling of euphoria.

Your lips found his in a passionate kiss, your tongue as sweet as honey. He felt your hands wander over his body, exploring every inch of him with a hunger that matched his own.

They moved together in the water, their bodies entwined, a blur of flesh and lust. You touched him more tenderly than any other woman had, so he decided to do so as well, caressing your cold throat, chest, breasts and shivering thighs.

"Tell me, temptress," he breathed out, feeling your perfect hands gently tugging on his braids, "May I take you? May I touch you? May... may I hold you in my arms?"

You smiled up at him with a look of pure desire. "Yes, Sigurd," you whispered. "Take me. Touch me. Hold me in your arms."

Sigurd needed no further encouragement. He moved his hands over your body, exploring every curve and contour, as he kissed you deeply. He felt your softness against him, your cunt's warmth enveloping him, and he felt himself losing control.

As your bodies moved together in the water, Sigurd knew that this was where he was meant to be and gripped you by your hips, pulling you down until he bottomed out and spilled his seed deep in your hot, fluttering cunt. This was the purpose that the gods had intended for him - to take you. He was lost in the moment, in the feel of your skin against his, in the sound of your moans as you rode your own high out on him, bouncing delightfully on his long, hard member.

He held you in his arms as you moved together, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. It was as if you were two halves of the same whole - two celestial beings brought together by destiny. And Sigurd knew, without a doubt, that this moment would be etched into his memory forever.

As you finished and laid back into the meadow, he pressed a hasty kiss on your forehead and quickly went back to the lake, washing himself and turning around to grab his clothes.

He almost jumped out of the water in surprise, noticing a figure in the distance. It was the doe. It bowed its majestic head and left him naked in the water, galopping away.

#asas fanfictions #fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #sigurd #sigurd lothbrok #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd smut #sigurd oneshot #vikings smut #vikings oneshot #vikings fanfiction #asa answers

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beestriker015 · 1 year

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Sonia x male childhood friend s/o

Sonia, Leon, and s/o all began their Pokémon journey together.

After Leon defeated s/o in the Galar league and became champion, s/o decided to go to other regions to continue his journey and someday return to Galar and have a rematch against Leon.

Sonia didn’t want s/o to leave, for she had fallen in love with him during their journey, but ultimately respected s/o’s decision.

Years go by since s/o left Galar, but not a single moment passed where Sonia didn’t miss her childhood friend and wished she had confessed her feelings to him back then.

Nowadays, Leon is still the reigning champion, and Sonia followed her grandmother’s footsteps and became a professor with Leon’s brother Hop as her assistant.

One day, Leon, who had finally lost the Champion title to Hop’s childhood friend Victor, rushes into Sonia’s lab excitedly.

“Jeez Leon, what has you in such a hurry?”

Sonia asks.

“It’s s/o! He texted me and said he’s coming back home for a visit!”

Leon says with a wide smile on his face.

Sonia goes wide-eyed before jumping up from her desk and runs over to Leon and reads s/o’s text.

“I-I can’t believe it! He’s really coming back!”

Happy tears stream down her face.

Leon smiles and puts his hand on her shoulder.

“He’ll be arriving at Wedgehurst station soon, I told him to meet us here at the lab. Maybe when he gets here you should finally tell s/o how you feel about him.”

Sonia blushed and thought about it for a few seconds.

“You’re right Leon. I have another chance to confess to s/o, and I’m not gonna blow it like I did before.”

She says with a confident smile.

Leon laughs and pats her on the shoulder.

“Good. I’ve always thought you two should be together. I know without a doubt that he returns your feelings.”

Sonia smiles and blushes while thinking about her and s/o as a couple.

Half an hour later, the door to the lab opens and reveals a young man with (favorite color) eyes and (favorite color) hair.

“Hey guys, it’s been a while huh?”

Leon goes over to give his old friend a bro hug while Sonia stares at s/o with a deep blush on her face.

“He’s even hotter than he was before he left.”

Sonia thinks to herself, but accidentally says out loud.

Leon and s/o turn to her, the former smirking and the later looking at her with a faint blush on his face.

“T-thanks Sonia, I think you look hot too. I-I mean, not hot as in pretty, though you are very beautiful, I-I mean…”

Leon busts out laughing at his flustered and red-faced friends.

“Get a room you guys. Seriously, you two are awful at being subtle.”

He walks over to Sonia and begins gently pushing her over to s/o.

“S/o, there’s something that Sonia wants to tell you.”

Sonia blushes and pulls s/o into a warm hug.

“I missed you so much since you’ve been gone s/o, and there’s something I wanted to tell you before you left but I chickened out.”

She lets go of him and takes a deep breath.

“I love you s/o, and I have ever since you, Leon, and I went on our journey together. I was heartbroken when you decided to leave the region, and I wanted to tell you my feelings before you left, but I didn’t because I was scared of how you would react. All these years later s/o, and I still love you. So will you stay right here in Galar and be my boyfriend?”

S/o stared at his friend in shock before moving closer to her.

“Sonia…”

He said in a tone of both surprise and sadness.

“If I had known you felt that way about me, I’d have never left. Truth is…I love you too. I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids, but I never acted on them because I thought you only saw me as a friend. When I left, all I could think of was you. I traveled to various regions and met lots of new people, but nothing could keep my mind off of you. That’s why I came back, I figured that even if you didn’t return my feelings, you’re still one of my best friends whom I wanted to visit after so long. But now that I know you love me back, I’ll stay right here in Galar with you.

Sonia looks at him with tears in her eyes before grabbing his face and kisses him passionately.

After pulling away to regain their breath, Sonia gives s/o a warm smile.

“I’ve imagined doing that for years s/o, and I must say it was just as amazing as I imagined it being. I love you so much s/o.

S/o smiles and brushes his thumb through her hair.

“I love you too Sonia.”

Leon watches the scene in front of him and wipes a happy tear from his eye, overjoyed that his ship has become a reality.

S/o turns to Leon with a smirk.

“Don’t forget Leon, even though you aren’t Champion anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t want my rematch against you.

Leon smirks back at him.

“Anytime anyplace s/o.”

They all laugh, Sonia wrapping her arms around s/o’s waist and kissing him on the lips.

“I’ll be looking forward to that rematch, I can’t wait to see how strong a trainer my boyfriend has gotten.”

S/o blushes before giving Leon a friendly glare.

“You heard her Leon, you wanna battle now?”

Leon nods with a confident smile.

“Sure, but get ready to lose to me again s/o.”

S/o smirks.

“Not a chance dude, I’m not gonna lose to you in front of my girl!”

With that said, both Leon and s/o rush out of the lab and prepare to start their battle as Sonia thinks about who she should cheer for (it’s totally s/o by the way).

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For the prompt thing. Comparing hand sizes - Brella <3

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is set in an alternative season 1 where Brandon and Sky didn't switch places.

Despite her sometimes less-than-stellar relationship with her mother, Stella loved the Day of the Rose. She loved the festivities and traditions. She loved the crowds overflowing with joy and love. Most of all, she loved the markets and vendors that filled the streets of downtown Magix. This year, she particularly loved the company she had.

A series of instances – that is, Riven storming off after Bloom rightfully dropped a bucket of water on his pig-headed ass, then Bloom going off to try to find him to apologise and Sky going off after Bloom so that she wasn’t left alone with Riven and his temper – left her and Brandon alone. Figuring that either Sky or Bloom would call one of them when they’d found Riven, she and Brandon decided to wander the market stalls.

Brandon immediately started pointing out things he thought she’d be interested in. And, oh did he have a great eye. He pointed out beautiful scarves, iconic jackets, sparkly rings and stunning dresses. She ooh-ed and ah-ed at the beautiful items, but all she really wanted was to spend as much time as possible with him.

Stella followed behind as he led the way through the crowd, wondering how she could make it obvious that she was basically in love with him. Her mother had always said that men should do the chasing, but besides some very overt flirting, Brandon wasn’t doing much chasing. Not that he needed to, Stella was wrapped around his finger and basically desperate for his attention. She knew it, her friends knew it, but she refused to let him know it. He would be lucky to get her and that was all he needed to know.

But then again, she knew she’d be lucky to have him too. Brandon wasn’t only drop dead gorgeous, he was kind, optimistic, loyal, intelligent. And yeah, fucking gorgeous. Rich dark eyes, a jaw chiseled by the world’s greatest artists, silky brown hair, broad shoulders, arms that made her swoon, and height. Such height. Stella was tall and she loved heels, her man needed to be taller than her. She liked having to reach up when they hugged.

If ever they would hug. No matter how much flirting they did, the physical was severely lacking. He’d kissed her cheek a month ago and ever since, she’d wanted nothing but to be close to him. She would “accidentally” brush her arm against his when they walked, but everything else seemed too desperate unless it was done with exaggerated flirtatiousness which cheapened the thrill of touching him.

“I think that stand is selling jewelry made with awxinite” Brandon pointed out, drawing Stella’s attention away from the silk dress she was looking over.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a gemstone” Brandon replied, leading her over to the stand. “My grandmother had a necklace made of it. It’s a silverish colour in daylight, but it glitters in the dark.”

“You mean it glows in the dark?”

“No, it glitters. Yeah, see, they’ve got a box so you can see the glittering.”

Stella peered into the show box, gasping in awe as she watched this otherwise unassuming stone sparkle like it had been hit by direct sunlight. “That’s beautiful.”

“Would you like to try one on, ma’am?” the vendor asked, pulling out a small tray of beautifully crafted rings. Stella picked out a ring and the vendor, having impressively guessed that her ring size was a 6, handed it over. She slid it on her finger, admiring it, then cupping it to watch how it shimmered in the dark.

“And for you, sir” the man said, pulling out a selection of mens rings. “An 11?”

“I have no idea” Brandon replied, admitting that he’d never measured his ring size.

The man pulled out a ring and instructed Brandon to try it on. It fit a bit tight, so the man pulled out the next size. “A 12, then.”

“Wow, I never realised your hands were so big” Stella commented, watching as Brandon’s calloused fingers slipped on the ring.

“Are they?” Brandon held up his hand, turning it over to inspect it.

“A bit yeah” Stella laughed as she held up her hand to Brandon. She grabbed his wrist, holding his hand up to hers. He pressed the palm of his hand against hers. The bottoms of their palms lined up, but Brandon’s hands were significantly larger. He could even fold the tips of his fingers to cover hers without disaligning the bottoms of their palms.

“Maybe you’ve got really small hands.”

“Oh no” the vendor piped in. “Your girlfriend has perfectly average hands for a woman.”

“Oh, I’m not -”

“She does have perfect hands” Brandon agreed with a laugh. Stella knew she had turned tomato red – not a flattering colour on her – but she laughed anyways. Brandon’s smile was just so infectious that she couldn’t help it.

She braved a glance at him and turned a brighter red when she realised he was smiling at her. Not one of those silly smiles he had when he joked around, either. Brandon smiled at her with the softest, sincerest smile she’d ever seen on him. She returned the smile as she tried not to melt at the way he looked at her – like she was the most beautiful sight (but how could she be when he was?).

“So then?” the salesman asked, ruining Stella’s favourite moment of the school year so far.

Brandon pulled his hand away from hers and started to remove the ring. “Not for me, thanks.”

“I’ll take mine” Stella smiled.

Later that night, she turned the ring over in her hands, remembering the way Brandon’s hand felt in hers and wishing she could feel him again. When she started to feel sleepy, she put the ring back in its box and placed it in a charmed jewelry box with the Ring of Solaria. Gods knew it was just as, if not more, precious than the family ring.

#fucking 2 days in a row #look at me go #again unedited #so sorry if there are any mistakes #winx club #winx #winx stella #winx brandon #set in season 1 #prompt #writing prompt #fanfiction

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