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icompletelysawthatcoming · 1 year

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Summary: Pietro and you wake up in bed together after a long night, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Morning Sex. She-Her Reader, Dom Pietro. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising. Stark Reader. Smut With No Plot.

A smooth hand was slowly stroking her naked body, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, over her stomach and hip before reaching back up, nails dragging across her skin.

She cracked one eye open, smirking to yourself, feeling oddly satisfied. She pushed yourself against the hand and a chuckle roamed against her back as he pressed himself against her from behind.

“Morning, sunshine,” she breathed, moaning softly as his fingers gripped her chest, his digits stroking her flesh.

“You too, принцесса.” He growled back, “Wish to relive last night?” he rasped into her ear, his velvety morning voice sending a jolt of arousal through her. She hummed, rolling on onto her back and grasping at his shoulder to get him on top of her.

She was met by a pair of sparkling, blue eyes, the corners of his mouth crinkled as he smiled at her. She licked your lips and lead him closer, their lips brushing against one another.

His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, pulling her into passion as his hands instinctively slid down to her hips.

The rustling of panicked footsteps echoed through the corridors, but she was deafened by the sounds of Pietro purring into her ear as he rubbed his hips against hers.

She moaned and arched into him, eager to get him inside. He hummed and gave her a look, seeking permission. “Be gentle. I'm still sore from your little stunt last night,” she whispered against his cheek, placing a small kiss there. Pietro chuckled.

“I wouldn't exactly call it little,” he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back while she brought her face to his and sucked on his neck. He groaned and lined himself up at her entrance.

He let himself slip in carefully, just like she requested. A loud moan left her lips as swooned once he filled her completely. Her insides twisted as she struggled to keep breathing at a regular pace.

“Mhm, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling,” Pietro moaned as he slowly stroke her walls, savoring each movement. One hand rested on the back of her neck while the other strongly grasped her hip, his thrusts getting more desperate.

Her eyelids rested while her eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her, not giving a damn about what was happening beyond those four walls. She just focused on him, digging a hand into his messy hair and the other gripping strong enough against his back to leave a mark.

He increased the pace and their thrusts matched one another's perfectly, on a melody only the two could hear. He bit his lips to keep his voice down, as there were several booming voices in the corridor. Y/n, however, couldn't.

The doors of her room bursted opened, but Pietro ignored it, even fastening his thrusting. She gripped at his shoulders, looking over them at her father standing at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open.

She buried her face into Pietro’s neck to hide away her embarrassment, but she couldn't push it away. Neither could she help it when she moaned — very loud — when she reached her high, pleasure overwhelming her in a breathtaking orgasm.

His juices dripped down her thighs as he came too, panting in her ear as her chest heaved. She squeaked at the sight of her father, his hands on his hips and a frown on his forehead. “Get your dick out of my daughter,” he hissed.

Pietro jumped at the voice and grabbed onto Y/n, the two rolling completely off the bed with the blankets on top of them.

Then Wanda came bursting through the doors. “Oh, Pietro! There you are! We’ve been looki—!' She realized what she walked in on, her brother and Y/n both looking at her from over the bed. “… Oh my.” She murmured, turning around and walking out.

Tony continued to glare at Y/n. “You, young lady, are grounded.” Her face went from bright red to ghostly pale as she gasped. Pietro kissed her lips and gave her an assuring nod.

“Can you ground me too?” He taunted at her father.

“Enough!” Tony said, a little panicked. “Both of you, out of bed and get dressed and make sure I'll never see that again!”

“Not sorry, and please leave us, Stark. We have to get dressed.” Pietro said. Tony nodded, already calming although he was still pulling his own hair out. “After we showered.” Pietro added with a sly grin.

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 4 months

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I´m so sorry (modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader)

synopsis: For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend, to Aegon you had been the love of his life. And to your demise he was just really bad at self control.

warnings: Dark fic, ddne: dead dove do not eat, non-con, slight somnophilia kinda, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, smut, p in v sex

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

a/n: I know this is short, but this concept would not leave my mind until it was written. hope you enloy it nonetheless. <3

For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend for almost as long. To Aegon you had been the love of his life, the one made for him by the seven, ever since he had learned what it meant to be in love. An all-consuming bond, that he felt too scared to share, in case he would scare you off with the sheer intensity of it. So the feelings kept boiling underneath his skin and you remained blissfully unaware. If only he would be better at self-control.

You had just settled down in bed to go to sleep at one of the sleepovers you often had. Cuddled close under the blanket like you were used to, almost asleep. Almost. You are drifting off for a few seconds here and there, not resisting the claws of slumber any longer, when Aegon's hips start moving against your backside. Frozen in shock you realize it's not just restless shifting that drags his body against yours, it's his clothed, hard cock searching stimulation between your ass cheeks.

You want to say or do something to stop him. Anything really, just as long as it got him to stop and right in that moment Aegon whisper something into your ear that stuns you once more.

“You are so pretty…” His hot breath fans over the side of your face.

The scent of the scotch you had shared earlier which got transported to your nostrils burns itself into your brain. Along with his raspy voice and soft touch. Those gentle hands that stood so in contrast to the very nature of the act he was committing.

“I love you so much. I´ve always loved you.” He pulls you closer until your back touches his chest. Letting his hands wander from around your middle under your shirt to toy with your breasts.

The way his rough fingers knead the supple skin and twist your sensitive nipples until they stand hard at attention. As much as you hate what is happening, you can´t hold back a series of small whimpers. Shutting your eyes tightly when the mattress dips behind you due to his body shifting to make space for pulling your panties half way down your thighs and freeing his cock. Aegon pulls your hips back towards his groin and without any hesitation enters your tight heat until he bottoms out. His breath hitting your back in short, heavy bursts as he immediately begins to rut into you in a frantic pace. Any attempt to keep him out by tightening your walls around him are futile, other than bringing him more pleasure. You hear him whine at the feeling of your velvety walls around his thick length which finally makes a tear spill from your closed eyelids. Catching in your lashes before it cascades down your cheek.

You fight to suppress a sob that threatens to shake your body to avoid raising his suspicion. However you can't avoid him seeing the tear or hear the further shaky whines that leave your lips as he snakes one of his arms around you to grope at your breasts once more. "I'm sorry." He whimpers. "I just can't hold back anymore. You're too pretty. Too perfect." Aegon begins to drive into you faster when you get the strength to finally move a little in an attempt to get away from him.

As you roll onto your stomach, he stands still for a moment. Shushing you trying to calm you down into what he thinks is a deep sleep. In your chest you can feel a small offspring of hope bloom, that this would be enough to get him to stop. It's all the strength you have to move away from him or do anything. Of course the voice deep inside your brain is right in telling you he wouldn't stop until he was done.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. You can keep sleeping." Aegon runs a soothing hand up and down the length of your spine. Waiting a second longer before entering your tight core again. His whimpers at being enveloped by your cunt once more mingle with yours.

"I'm so sorry, princess." The words come out as half growl, half whimper and thread itself all throughout what he's doing to you. Every one of your whimpers is followed by an apology of his and further praise and confessions of his love.

Meanwhile he drives his cock into you more desperately. His balls slapping harder against your clit and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin growing louder to ring in your ears. Aegon fucks into you without abandon, pressing your body into the mattress in a grip that is sure to leave some nasty bruises come morning. Every thrust pushes your body forward, to make you even more nauseous at the situation.

You don´t even know how long it takes for him to be done, simply feel the small amount of relief as he rolls off you after shooting his load onto your thighs.

It´s only after your body stops rocking from the thrusts and the feeling of his thick length has left your cunny, that you feel the lump that has built in your throat. Tears following the moment his soft snores resound. This marking the first of many nights you lie awake feeling the absolute lowest you ever had and the worst part? You can´t even talk to the one person you once trusted most about it.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Hi! its me again.do u write for the side characters too?if yes can u do a hc of how they would react if a really short MC can pick them up?if u don't write them can u do it for the bros btw can I be ✨anon?thx in advance!

YES! hiii ✨️ anon!

Obey me! x short! Reader

How do they react to short! MC picking them up?

Damn, you're hella strong.

[Part 1]

Part 2 (side characters)

Sorry in advance, some of the pictures idk who they came from.

Characters: obey me, brothers.

Bold is reader. (Reader is like dominant)

Warning; long, slight begging(light), good boy mentions, VERY VERY SLIGHT sussy, ¡!cringe!¡ (I need help with my life)

Note; the picture is an example/how they look like. You'll understand when you read one of them.

~Oldest to youngest~

LUCIFER

Twitter artist: kuso_gk666

Lucifer was in his office as usual, doing work. Although today would be his last day of his pride.

"Luci! You promised me you would sleep!"

"Ah, sorry dear. Just few more papers, I'll go to sleep."

You knew he wouldn't only do a few papers.

"Luci, you don't want me to do this."

"Pfft, what are you gonna do? Pick me up?"

As he said smirking, looking down to you. 'Your just too short' He thought.

"Yes."

"Wha—"

He flinched when he didn't feel his feet on the ground. He looked at you baffled. His face was red as his eyes. He didn't expect that!

"P– put me down now!"

"Awww, did someone's pride been broken into pieces by short little me~?"

You gave him a smirk, snarking at him. His face was so easy to read. He really thought you could do nothing because of your height? Oh he was so wrong. You went on the bed but did not let go.

"[Name], were already on the bed. Put me down already!"

You wouldn't let go that easily now would you?

"Say the special word then."

He was confused. 'What special word?' He thought.

"Hah...I guess I just have to tell you. Beg."

He was bewildered by your response. He tried covering his face but you grap his wrists so he couldn't cover his face.

"I guess I'm not letting you go now."

He doesn't want you to let go He looked away, hesitantly....

"Please.....[name]?"

Augh- that hit you right in the heart. You let go of him, slowly putting him on the bed. Putting the blankets over him.

"Good boy. Now that wasn't so hard is it?—"

He felt the smirk on his hand that was covering your mouth.

"Sh- shut. Let's just go to sleep."

Now you do it every time he does this. He always expects this. His face shows annoyance but you knew...He loves it

MAMMON

Twitter artist: kurekachan

Note; well I didn't originally found this on Twitter, I was on Reddit and I saw the art and in the comments, the person who posted it linked the artist and told me it was in Twitter and the account. I didn't press the link so if I was wrong I am so sorry

"Pfft, wow. Never thought I would see the great Mammon get tied hanging upside-down."

"H– hey!.....augh, lets not talk about this, let me down!"

You didn't budge and just looked straight in the eyes. He knew what you wanted, you wanted him to beg for it.

".....please, pretty please [name]!"

You quickly untied him but he still didn't feel his feet touch the ground. You were carrying him! Just how??? You were so short!

"Let's go shopping, yeah?"

His eyes brighten up, although the tip of his ears is still bright red.

"Are you gonna let me down now?"

You didn't awnser and just ran out of the door.

Rumor was that there was a speedy midget carrying someone to the mall with the avatar of greed

He wonders why you bought some bunny ears.

LEVIATHAN

Twitter artist obm_kuki

You guys wanted to go home, play some video games and watch anime. But Levi got a twisted ankle from running too fast and tripping, and this is how you got here.

"I can still walk!"

"With what workable leg."

"My right one!"

"...you damn know that you cannot walk unless you drag yourself right?"

"...."

"Hahh....I guess I gotta—"

*swoop*

"AaaAAaAH?!"

You made a mental reminder to buy some earplugs. Damn you almost needed a docter-

"P- put me down!"

"No. You have a twisted ankle AND no one is literally Here beside us so no one is gonna see us. Jeez."

"Fine...."

*later*

"PFFT AHAHAHAHAHAHA, I CANT— BREA- BREATHE!" Asmodeus was laying down, gasping for air. While the other brothers were trying to not laugh. Attempt failed Apparently, your other friend (me 🤭) posted you two on media, and Asmodeus saw it.

Now Levi is in his room, not even budging when hearing a conversation about ruri - Chan or his beloved video games. Although he did want to just bust down the door when he heard you talking about a new game. He is the one who is supposed to do that with you! My, my! So jealous

Perhaps he would come outside if you come in his room and convince him?

SATAN

Damn....Satan may have mistaken your alcohol as water.

Welp! It's your responsibility, not mine! Cya—

"Hgnh....[name] don't go!~"

Great. He can't correctly walk anymore, and if I leave him alone he'll destroy everything if something goes wrong! What did you do shortie? You picked him up.

"Ah— oh! Pfft, why are you picking me up? What? Am I a cat or something? Haha!"

You can smell the awful smell of alcohol from him.

*later that day*

"Why is Satan screaming and running around? And why is he red?" Beel asked, concerned also because he could destroy everything. And the kitchen!

"Well apparently [name] picked him up but he kept bothering them. So [name] decided to prank them when he gets sober up. [Name] put him in a maid dress with cat ears and tail, then they made a video. And Satan remembers when [name] picked him up." Lucifer told beel, as he glared at the laughing Asmodeus.

Yeah, Asmodeus didn't go unharmed well he did since he can't get his precious skin get damaged! but the area around him didn't.

Video;

"You like the outfit hm?"

Yeah! I- its like a cat!"

His word slurred but you still understood.

"Can you say that you won't ever drink anything that's mine without permission?"

"AhEm, I won't ever drink anything that's yours without permission!"

"Good boy—"

Satan turned it off quickly. Embarrassed, he still remembers so vividly of the warmth of your hand on his face. How he felt when you said 'good boy.'

ASMODEUS

Obey me

It's his birthday! You wanted to take a picture of him. After you took the picture you noticed he didn't move.

"Hey, let's go. We don't wanna miss your party now do we?"

"Of course darling! It's just....I think my leg gave out on me—

oh– oh my!"

"This fits you as a pReTtY LiTtLe PriNcEsS."

"H- hey!...well that was pretty funny"

You smirked at his confession. You could never get tired of his beautiful smile.

"But I didn't expect you were so strong but yet so short!"

"...."

'Damn....he was right though' you thought.

You both went in the party, it was truly a good day. Soon to be a good night. He surely would have a beautiful lustful smile.

BEELZEBUB

Twitter artist: SnailTato

You saw him in strength many times. Now you wonder how strong you were! And thats how you and Beel got here.

"[Name], I don't think this is a good idea though. Are you sure?"

"Yup! I am NOT gonna go back to my words. Heh."

You had to do some convincing that you wouldn't be squished by him. He shut his eyes then he jumped, he felt arms carrying him. He opened his eyes and saw you....how??? You were so short though! And He was huge!

"See! I'm strong enough!"

*later*

Beel was piggy-back riding on you, Diavolo was impressed by your strength! Luci was very, very concerned. He was ready to put a safety magic spell just for in case. You also gifted Beel pocky sticks. But he was still hungry, for your warmth. Maybe you could hold his hands/body in a different way hm?

BELPHEGOR

Deviantart artist: il-lumee

You were so tired of waking up and seeing belphie sleeping on the floor beside you with a pillow and a blanket. Like seriously! If you wanted to sleep near our wonderful, darling [name] then just sleep on the bed not the floor and if there's no space just wake them up.

As much it was rather cute, but still no.

The next day, you stayed awake but pretended to sleep. You heard the door creaking and a loud

*thud!*

He fell didn't he....you stood up and walked to him. He woke up but still half asleep. Until he saw your face and didn't feel the ground.

He jolted

"Stop moving around, where did this sudden burst of energy from the avatar of sloth, you sleepy head."

Well how do you feel when you see a shortie picking you up!

You set him on the bed, you spoon him.

(He probably likes being the big and small spoon)

He sighs. Well, at least he doesn't have to sleep on the hard floor just to be next to you. He falls asleep as he snuggles closer to you.

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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BARRIER

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Pt: 2

Summary: You have a talk with Raph on the roof of your apartment from the othetside of a brick wall.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking on Reader's part, and dark humor.

Requested: Nope!

GN Reader!

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You let out a sigh as you leaned against the cold brick wall on the roof of your apartment complex.

You had just gotten off the phone with your dad, and now you really needed a cigarette.

You pulled the pack out of your jacket pocket, taking one of the cancer sticks and lighting it.

You had tried to quit before, it never really worked, god addiction was a bitch. You sighed in ectasy as you breathed in the nicotine.

"Fuck my life." you muttered lowly as you looked out over the city. You closed your eyes as you listened to the busy streets below. Ah, New York, the city that never sleeps.

You rubbed your temple with a groan, sometimes yoh just wish it could be quiet. But you lived in a city for gods sake, it was never quiet.

You didn't hate it here though, on the contrary, you loved New York, city life was just a pain sometimes.

You took another drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke skyward as you pondered your earlier conversation.

Why the hell did your dad feel the need to be such an ass? He was always belittling you and your accomplishments.

Well you should have done this. Why didn't you do this. You should try to do this.

It's exhausting!

"No wonder, Mom left." you muttered grumpily.

You looked skyward with your eyes closed, peeking one open when you heard a noise on the other side of the brick wall.

You strained your ears, trying to listen for more sounds. You sat up when you heard someone grumbling under their breath.

"Stupid brothers... Don't know what the hell they're talkin about."

You looked at the wall curiously, listening to them grumble. Should you say something? Maybe peek over the wall?

You leaned back against the wall, taking another puff from your cancer stick.

"Family trouble?" You said, trying to gain the attention of whoever was on the otherside of the wall.

"Who's there?"

You flicked the ash off your cigarette, chuckling lowly, "Relax hotshot, I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm over the wall. Just figured it be nice to talk to someone who's also got some family issues."

You heard a thump, letting you know that mystery man had sat down.

"My question still stands. Who's there?"

"(Name). I'm (Name). And who exactly am I playing therapist for?"

You heard him chuckle, you could hear his smile in the sound, 'Cute', "The name's Raph."

"Well, Raph, what exactly has you panties in a twist, huh?"

Raph huffed, and began to rant about his older brother. Leonardo, you learned his name was as you sat and listened.

You snuffed out your cigarette, then pulled another from the pack. Chain smoking was a bad habit of yours.

Raph stopped his rant, and you heard him sniff, "Are you smoking?"

"Hey, people cope in different ways my friend. Besides quiting this shit is about as easy as catching a fly with chopsticks." you chuckled, blowing the smoke skyward.

Raph snorted, "Fair enough I guess. but you'd be surprised how easy it is to catch a fly with chopsticks."

"Oh, really? you ever done that?"

"Sure have, with reflexes like mine it's easy as pie."

You laughed, "Ohoho, you sure are tootin' your own horn, huh, Hotshot? What are you some kinda ninja?"

"You could, uh- you could say that."

You hummed as you puffed your cigarette, "Well then Karate Kid, you got any other family issues? You got a little while left, my cigarette is still fresh."

"Nah, I'm all out for now. What about you smartass? What's got you up here smokin' your worries away?"

You sighed, balancing your elbow on your knee, with your face in your palm, "My dad called me a little while ago. He can be a bit of an over acheiving hardass. The bastard expects me to be the same way."

"You don't sound to fond of your old man, why do you still talk to 'im?"

"I-I don't really know..." you hesitated, "He's the only family I have left, if I cut him off then I'm all alone."

You took one last puff of your cigarette, before putting it out on the concrete roof.

"My cig's out. Guess that means I gotta go to bed, man I hate work."

"Heh, tell ya what, (Name), I'll be here again on Friday. Talk to ya then, ok? You can tell me all about your old man."

You smiled, "Sure thing, Hotshot. See you on Friday."

With that you walked away from the wall, and down the stairs into your apartment complex.

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Perhaps the start of a new series 👀👀 hmm we'll see...

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Chapter 1: The Mermaid of The Narrow Sea

Title: The Mermaid of the Narrow Sea Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) Summary: Essos. You are a slave since you were a little girl. One day you are sold to a mysterious man who could be your only chance to escape and be free.

Masterlist Rating: M Series Warnings: Age gap, slavery, violence, blood, death, alcohol use, slow burn, sexism, smut, dom/sub dynamics, rape attempts Extra warnings: there's a vicious brother (oc), Ellaria is a jealous woman in this story.

Before to start... my idea is to twist Oberyn's biography a little bit and intertwine it with the main character's story and what happens in Westeros in the next chapters, so I'm not sure what will come of it. I hope you like this my (new) story.

This is my second story in the Game of Thrones universe, the other is a SanSan, you can find it in my masterlist, I'm a lil afraid to write about Prince Oberyn 'cause I know he's very loved, who doesn't? ;) If you want let me know what you think about.

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Thanks for the dividers @idontgetanysleep

Fire warms your sun-ruined skin, your hair is a shapeless tangled heap, you wear a tunic too small for your body, it's a woman's body now, not a child's.

Your eyes are likened to burning embers especially when you get angry or challenge even with your gaze your masters. You are a slave. You've been a slave since you were a child. Your mother had been captured when you weren't even five, and since then you along with other men, women and slavers have done nothing but roam the eastern continent.

You are a beautiful young woman, your proud look and posture stand out though you are only a slave. For these your qualities, you are called the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea.

People who had enslaved your mother move from place to place, from inland to the shores of the Narrow Sea.

That day you are dragged by those bloody people back to the shores, and on that day the wind blows hard shaking the barren lands overlooking the Sea and shaking the hair of everyone there. You and other women are gathered there by the cliff, all are afraid since they all fear what may happen to them, you don't. You watch raptly as the waves crash on the rocks, then you scan the horizon with a wistful look.

"Soon, very soon we'll see what you are made of," hisses one of the men threateningly in your ear who had also tried in the past to take you by force.

"I'm not afraid." you challenge him by turning your gaze toward the man who raises his hand as if to strike you, but then has second thoughts: hitting you would not scratch you, take that look away, or satisfy him.

"Someday, you damn bitch, someone will tame you," he says grudgingly and then walks away.

"When that day comes, I'll be ready," you whisper, but it's more of a reminder to yourself to never give up and never bend no matter what happens.

You promised to yourself this ever since you witnessed the rape and murder of your mother. Your mother was sold to a prince or king in Westeros, out of the goodness of this prince or king, whoever he was, you were bought too. One evening, however, the man showed in your quarters, your mother, probably sensing what was going to happen, immediately made you hide in a closet filled with sacks of grain, bread and other food making you swear not to go out or be heard for any reason in the world.

When the man was there, you witnessed something that no one should ever see: your mother, the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who loved you, the woman you always saw as your rock, slapped and thrown to the ground and then her screams overpowered by the man's obscene sounds and words.

You closed your eyes and plugged your ears tightly, almost unable to hear after so much you pressed your palms over your ears. When you dared to open your eyes again, you saw the man's sword rise and fall on your mother's neck and blood gushing copiously on the floor, on her clothes and on the man's sword. Your mother choked in her own blood as the man wiped his sword back against the woman's now blood-soaked dress.

When you were able to come out of your hiding place, you found your mother with her eyes wide open in an expression of pure terror painted on her face, from then on you swore to yourself that no one, ever, would touch you, neither a slave nor a merchant nor a king nor a prince.

"She is the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea, gentlemen." you are introduced by a plump man who sells women for a good price in exchange for wine, silk and spices "Beautiful as you can see, she will be able to satisfy your every fantasy, she is an obedient girl who knows her place."

You stare grimly and hard at all the men who stare at you as if you were an animal for slaughter. You see some talking excitedly, others licking their lips as if you were a tasty exotic dish to be put on the table.

"More than Mermaid seems to me to be ready to rip our throats out," someone comments, provoking general hilarity.

"I kill those who provoke me only," you reply venomously bringing down general silence, slaves don't speak, someone hits you from behind causing you to fall to your knees. The men laugh, but this doesn't make you lose your resolve or your hard stare.

You quickly get back on your feet.

People whisper, the plump man tries to sell you in every way, but no one buys you. One of the slavers pulls you away, when you are in a separate place he ties your hands and feet with a very heavy chain, "I should rip that damned tongue out of you!" the man threatens you and then kicks you in the side and walks away. In front of him you didn't react to that gesture, but now that you're alone you squeeze your eyes and moan in pain, you want to see what he did to you, but you can't.

You hide your head between your legs, you don't cry, you never cry, there is no point in crying, you just have to hold on. The day will come when you will be free and you can get rid of these heavy chains.

The next day someone wakes you up with the usual indelicacy and brutality, they release you from the chains and pull you by the arm, "Move, the market has ended and you're staying with us this time too." you don't know if there is disappointment in his tone of voice or what, for you for sure it'll be another terrible trip. You don't know where you will go, but they certainly won't treat you well, they never have. They are not going to start today.

All of you slaves - mostly women - are chained by the wrists, lined up in a row to each other, your slavers are on horseback, only a couple of them on foot and they are there to poke and prod you to walk, not all of you holding their gait. Someone dies under the scorching sun, someone from lack of food and water. Your lips are parched, your eyes burn from the sun and sweat dripping from your forehead, but you don't give up.

Not today.

You keep telling yourself, this is not the day you die.

Slavers stop to unhook the dead bodies and as you others who were further behind are about to stop too, one of the damn ones trips you and part surprise and part lack of food, you fall forward.

"Oh, you've fallen, Mermaid!" he uses that nickname with the tone of someone who wants to taunt you, you look at him angrily "I was hoping you'd be the next to die!" he adds with a venomous grin.

"Instead I'm still here," you say grudgingly, he's about to kick you, but you can't take it anymore, you block the man's foot in midair who falls backward. The anger, the pain, the resentment built up over all those years until now explodes with a force and violence you didn't even think you had: you pounce on the man by sitting on him and start punching him repeatedly in the face, you lose count of how many blows you inflict on him, his face becomes a mask of blood and he screams, screams attract the attention of the other men who grab you by the armpits and pull you away, in pulling you away you kick him in the middle of the legs and making the asshole scream once again.

"Fuck you!" you scream in exasperation.

"Now I'm going to kill that fucking bitch," the man says holding his face and making to get to his feet and reach you, one of his own stands between you and you hear him say "At the next slave market in Meereen we'll get rid of her, you'll see." this doesn't quite convince him because his eyes land on your face still distraught with rage and he tries to reach you again, the second man insists "There someone will heal your wounds and we're going to drink good wine, I know there's a good brothel too, you'll relax and forget about her." maybe this convinces him because he looks at you with less hatred and then he looks at his companion, you see him smile and his interest in you fades.

You can breathe.

"Be careful," a dark-skinned man next to you says, you look at him suspiciously "that guy, Aziz, is a dangerous man," he continues, referring to the man you hit.

"I can take care of myself," you retort looking at him grimly.

He chuckles "I saw, but try to avoid any more shows, you are too young to die." he looks at your face, "I hope that when you are sold because you will be, your master will treat you better than you have lived so far." you lower your head for a moment and find yourself barely bending your lips upward, you have never really smiled, doing is so strange.

The city of Meereen presents itself splendid and imposing to your eyes. It's the largest city you have ever been in up to that point, you walk looking upward and your eyes wide open in wonder although you know why you are there. What strikes you most are massive triangular-shaped structures, they are gigantic, who knows what they are for! You are in a noisy city, deafening almost, everywhere there are people buying and selling, there are goods of all kinds and types, before long it will be your turn again and the poor unfortunate souls like you.

They make you wear a knee-length cream-colored dress, one of the slavers dares to move your hair and you in response bite his hand earning you a slap in the face, it hurts, especially if he has hit you with a hand full of rings, "I sure hope you leave, you insolent fool."

When they have fixed you and made you presentable for sale, you get out of there. You are in chains again and this time you go to a wide open space that is swarming with all kinds of people, from prospective buyers to the merely curious. You keep your head down. Buying and selling is something that has always made you sick and that you have always refused to listen to; you go up on some kind of stage as if you were there to make a spectacle of yourself, you feel a disgust at those pigs selling you and the equally obscene buyers watching you as juicy meat to be put on the table.

"She is the Mermaid of the Narrow Sea," once again you are introduced this way by a huge man who pulls you by the arm beside him to show you to the audience of shoppers. You stare at the many faces, your head spinning, wishing to be left alone, to escape, but...

"I offer 1,000 copper stars," you hear one man shout, "2,000," shouts a second, you move your eyes from corner to corner, then there is an offer that interrupts all possible bids "10,000 gold dragons," everybody's head turns hearing such a sum. You remain breathless, no one had ever bid that much for someone like you, you try to spot the buyer, but he's wearing a hood therefore it's impossible to tell who he is.

"Sold." decrees the man beside you, you are immediately grabbed by the arm by someone else who hisses grudgingly in your ear "Finally, you damn whore, your time has come, now you will know that we were only docile lambs!"

It's Aziz, you look him in the eyes and with an expression full of disgust you tell him "Finally I've ruined that ugly face of yours, you monster!" he's about to hit you, but he's interrupted once again from another man "Stop it, it's none of our business now, go and collect from the buyer and hand it over to him now, it's none of our business anymore." says the second man barely looking at your face.

You and Aziz exchange one last glance, before he finally - and forever - walks away from you, you will never see him again. You hint a smile.

You are free from his obscene look, his stinking breath, his slimy hands. Free.

Free to go to another cage. The smile disappears again.

You are not free at all, you never will be.

The buyer enters the tent, he still has his hood over his head, and only then does he take it off, he's a man maybe in his fifties, or maybe something more, and then you realize that you can no longer escape the violence that has always marked your life and hollowed out your skin, you can never escape, never.

You are always a prisoner.

"I was just sent to buy you, I'm handing you over to your master's brother," is all the elderly man says to you, you can only nod, you are still a cargo.

The man pulls away the curtain and invites you to follow him, invites? Oh, it would be the first time someone has treated you like a person instead of an animal. You obey, you cannot object. Your hands are still tied and then there are too many people, you want to run away, but not now. Not today.

Just a little further on, there is a palanquin on which the man makes you get on and then he gets on as well. You don't speak, he barely looks at you, you are on alert, you don't know what the man's real intentions are, he might attack you, tempt violence, you don't let him out of your sight. You are ready to snap.

The palanquin stops, the man gets out before you and then helps you down. You are... in front of a brothel, you can't believe it, your master has bought you to make you a whore, your lips tremble and you lower your gaze for a moment, "Come." the man says in a sigh, holding you by the arm, you don't have the strength to resist and at the moment not even the strength to run away, even if you wanted to.

You climb the steps of the building and enter, the room stinks and it's dark. You can hear in the distance the unmistakable sounds and moans of sex, laughter, someone sneaks up totally naked in front of the two of you, you widen your eyes frightened, maybe you should start getting used to it, you will stay there now. Your master probably runs the place, maybe he himself will want to first-- you try to restrain yourself from vomiting at the idea, at the horror of that scene.

You wander between the various rooms until you come to a last room to which the elderly man knocks once, twice, three times with his fist as if it were a signal, someone from inside opens and leaves the door open. The elderly man opens the door completely and lets you in as well, "I have brought what your brother wants, my Prince."

"Hand her over to him don't give her to me," says a bored voice from behind, it's a man, looking out the window, he's rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"My Prince, Prince Mors said to give it to you--"

"To spite me!" he exclaims "He knows how I feel about it, and what does he do? He orders you to bring me a slave he wants! Set her free," he sentences again without looking at you, you widen your eyes, not knowing what to expect.

"My Prince, I'm sorry, but your brother..."

The other man sighs, "I know, but if it were up to me, I would free everyone."

"I understand, my Prince, but without slaves there would be no one left to perform certain tasks and chores," the elder continues.

The two of them keep talking as if you are not there with them, you start to think that maybe if you start walking slowly backwards, maybe... at that moment the younger man turns toward you and you don't really know why, but you almost feel like you've been paralyzed by his piercing gaze: your eyes plant themselves in his, you find yourself swallowing without even knowing why, you can't lower your gaze even though in front of that man's you'd like to, his gaze almost seems to want to burn you inside, it's such a strange feeling, so disturbing, you see his lips stretch upward and then you realize that's the end.

You can't move anymore.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

#yandere twins #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #male yandere #female yandere #yandere monster #gumi my oc #lollie my oc

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“i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” for golden lovers

You know the distance never made a difference to me

Word count: 2,310 words Ship: Golden Lovers Characters: Kota Ibushi [the real thing, not the ghost this time!], Kenny Omega, Matt and Nick Jackson Triggers: Blood, Kenny has a very breif panic attack but its more implied. Authors note: my first time writing golden lovers. The second part of a request called: Angel to me // Watashi ni totte tenshi. I've never written Kota before as a human being but I think I did pretty well. I tried. They rreunite after a match before blood and guts but theres still a mention of blood. Theres also just a passing mention of hangman. Just some golden lovers fluff thats somehow 2000 words. READ ON AO3

Kenny does the one thing he hates doing, he curls into himself like a dying deer and bleeds into the concrete between his feet, tracing how the silver stars twitch and shimmer in the sky, they highlight the outline of the blood splatter like they're holding something precious, like they're trying to make Kenny's pain beautiful.

There's something about tasting his own blood that makes his stomach feel weird. The bitter twist in his throat when it slides slowly from a split lip or cracked nose, still body-warm and stinging as it trails down his skin, flushed and exhausted until it collects in his mouth like a waterfall dipping between rocks, collecting against his teeth until he swallows and the blood becomes cold and clammy in his mouth. It stains his teeth an imperfect pink and his throat burns at the coppery taste. He washes his mouth out with water and stares as it falls away in clumps; small, starkly red lines, sometimes that's all he has to show what he's done.

Just blood on his skin and the taste of copper in his mouth. Kenny can almost taste the blood, if he focuses hard enough. He rolls his tongue against his teeth and he can almost picture the blood clots sitting curled on his tongue, pressing against the back of his teeth as he swallows and pushes them away down his throat. His lip stings dully, the healing cut still fresh and open to the cold air backstage.

Matt's staring at him from the corner of heavy-set brown eyes, Kenny can feel it more than he sees it. Nick slumped against his brother's side, using a wet cloth to stroke Matt's blood off from behind his ear and he's humming, voice trembling a little on the down notes. Kenny knows Nick isn't being mean to but the rough notes feel like barbed wire wrapping around his brain, stabbing and clinging against the soft mushy texture until pain decorates itself around Kenny's temples, he bites his lips and sighs, finally dragging his eyes off the floor and over towards the brothers.

"Nicky, could you stop making that stupid sound please?" Kenny asks, voice rough between gritted teeth, Nick presses his lips together and returns his attention back to trying his best to clean away the blood under Matt's nails, he stares down at his brother's hands and scowls. "cmon Nick don't be like that."

"Like what?" Nick mumbles, eyes staring deeply into Kenny's, he raises one eyebrow when Kenny rolls his wrist like he's expecting Nick to fill in the blanks. "I'm just trying to help because you cost us the match!" Kenny winces a little, watches how Nick grips at the damp washcloth between scuffed knuckles. "matts bleeding because you and adam what? had another argument?" Matt rests his hand against Nicks shoulder, squeezing it softly and he shakes his head and Kenny watches from behind a wall of sweaty curls as Nick deflaits and shrinks back into himself. "whatever."

"we didn't have an argument, look I’m not happy about Matt or me being hurt either Nick but you can't take it out on me!" Kenny rests his fingers between his chest, pressing deeply into the fabric of his shirt with raised eyebrows. "hangers as much as to blame as I am for the bloodshed, afterall he's the one that got involved with Mox in the first place." Kenny darts his tongue across his bottom lip, pressing at the blood that clots at the corner of the wound.

"He wanted the title." Matt mumbles as he pushes himself off the floor to slump into the couch, legs drawn close under his lap as he fiddles with his shoelaces. Kenny listens to the sound of the laces rubbing against the texture of the shoe and winces. "Afterall..." he gestures at Kenny vaguely with a distracted hand. "that's all you want..."

Kenny stares at Matt and Matt stares back, watching emotion swirl in the blue of Kenny's eyes. He can almost picture the things going through Kenny's head and Matt swallows a little when Kenny shifts in his chair, rising to his feet slow enough so his knees don't pop. "You always want gold Kenny- you wanted that seven match for the trios titles and you went after title and title here and tna and..." Matt raises a hand to his ear, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

"what?" Kenny mumbles, confused at first by Matts sudden outburst before anger licks flames through his brain and anger twists up his spine. His muscles feel tight and knotted against his bones and he stares at Matt with annoyance swirling around the pupils of his eyes. "What's wrong Matt, upset that you're never gonna make it as anything more than a tag wrestler?" Kenny isn't sure where the angry edge to his voice is coming from but it feels right to allow it to twist its way through his words. "Is that why you're upset we lost the match and you ate the pin? because it showed that your little brother is better than you? maybe if you learned to wrestle better we wouldn't have lost, why do you have to be such a failure Matthew?"

Matt's lips twist into something sour and he pushes himself up the couch, glares at Kenny and before either of them, the sound of skin knocking against skin echoes around the small room. Kenny feels Matt's fist against his jaw first before he sees it; the crack of knuckles knock against his jaw, sending pain through Kenny's mouth, there's the fresh taste of blood in Kenny's mouth and he slowly raises his hand to brush against his mouth; blood paints itself through the cracks in Kenny's palm tracing them a glorious red and somewhere distant in his brain, Kenny remembers Kota twisting red ribbons around his pain wrapping it up into small packages that he tucks safely away. His chest heaves; slowly at first almost like Kenny's body can't remember how to breathe.

"Kenny?" Nick's voice is so soft that Kenny almost doesn't pick up on it over the ringing in his ears, the pounding in his lip, the everlasting ache in his chest. Blood is pressed, warm and sticky, against his cheek when Nick hand softly cups his cheek, heavy enough to force Kenny's brain into working. It feels like a chore to raise his eyes away from the blood dripping steadily into his pal- his eyes moving slowly and twitching in his sockets as Kenny stares at Nick's soft blue eyes, watching how they pinch at the corners and he shakes his head at the silent question. Nick frowns and squeezes Kenny hard on his shoulder before turning around to gaze at Matt with something akin to anger in his body. Kenny watches Nick arch, everything in his body rises like the fur across a cat's back and while the brothers argue Kenny slips out, head tucked down and eyes barely focused on his shoes.

Most of the corridors are empty after the show; a few linger stage hands cleaning up water bottles and broken weapons from under the ring, a few wrestlers that nod at Kenny and furrow their eyebrows when he doesn't reply. He hears them question if he's okay, listens to them gasp at the small puddle of blood that grows against the hem of his shirt. Kenny feels his heart fluttering in his chest, rubbing against his lungs like it's trying to start a fire against the soreness in his ribs.

The metal of the door handle is chilled against his stained palms and when Kenny tugs his hand away, he follows the outline of his palm against the metal; red standing out so brightly against silver that it almost feels like a warning, a drying pool outside a caged animals broken den, an alarm ringing in the quiet emptiness of an abandoned apartment. He shoves the door open, feels the cold air brush against his shaking arms and Kenny stumbles through the darkness to curl up against a wall.

The night is cold and the stars stare down at him like the flickering eyes of a cat; hungry and eager and ready to pounce on Kenny as he curls up into himself, trying to get his lungs to breathe and his brain to calm down, his mind races and his skin burns and he bleeds.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and Kenny feels like a whore, he's watched adam dab away at his bottom lip and something in his stomach knots up as he thinks about Adam. He hadn't even bothered to follow the elite back into their locker room and Kenny, now sitting alone and guilty, doesn't fully blame him. Who would want to be around someone who broke their hearts moments before, Kenny sighs at himself. Tangles his arms deeper around his knees and presses his forehead deeper into the rough skin of his jeans, he closes his eyes and swallows, taking heavy gulps of air. He's drowning because he dove too deep into the murky waters of lust and dragged Hangman along, making Adam believe that there was something other than love in Kenny's eyes whenever he looked at him.

tears lick against the back of Kennys eyes, heavy and wet and salty and they press against Kenny's eyelids and slip slowly across the bridge of his nose, they're cold and salty, a distinct and disgusting contrast to the drying blood that settles across his face. His skin burns and his shoulders feel heavy almost like someone pressing down and familiarly rough fingertips are brushing against the curve of his neck, running cold fingers across a scar that curls around the back of Kenny's jaw.

His breathing shudders out of his chest when Kenny moves, trying to shake the softness of the phantom touch. The touch continues, itching its nails against the tight muscle in Kenny's neck, soft round circles rubbing pain out from around the wounds. He hears a familiar sigh and his eyes blink open, he stares into the dry blood on the floor for a few seconds, mind rushing to catch up with his heart.

It's the same brown shoes he remembers, shimmering and polished, the same cozy sweatpants and the same faded shirt that traces and surrounds the same family body. Kenny's met by the same loving, warm brown eyes that he sees in his dreams and Kenny feels like he's been thrown through realities. Kota follows his eyes up his body with a smile, one that dips when he spots the collection of blood against Kenny's jaw, trickling down the side of his neck and into his shirt.

"I've been looking for you.." Kota whispers. He frowns deeper when Kenny rolls his eyes and shifts his attention back to staring at a hole in the floor. His knees crack and slowly Kenny feels Kota's hands slide up the sides of his face, the tips of his fingers brushing carefully across the dent under his eye. "What's wrong?" He whispers, thumbs pressing into the stubble on Kenny's cheek, silently willing Kenny to just look at him.

"Nothing." Kenny whispers at first, gazing down into the floor before he feels Kota's hands shift and he can't stand the idea of looking at the stars shimmering in the dry blood on the floor anymore. He looks Kota in the eye, watching as the warm chocolate of his eyes melt into something akin to apology as he shifts his weight forwards, bringing Kenny into his lap. "the bucks and I argued." Kenny mumbles, stress melting out of his muscles as Kota tucks his head securely under his chin. He listens to Kota sighs bubble up through his throat.

"Is that why you're bleeding?" Kota asks, scratching the blood off Kennys chin with his nail. His smile stays gentle when Kenny nods and he looks down at him as he chuckles. "you're always so quick to argue with your friends. they love you." Kota tells him softly, resting his arms around Kenny's shoulder, running his fingers slowly across the top of Kenny's spine; brushing his fingertips slowly across each little dent and crevice like he's trying to map the very bones of the man he loves. His hands trace across his ribs and Kenny winces a little, "there's something else, isn't there?"

"No." Kenny answers too quickly in English, grumbling when Kota raises an eyebrow and softly tilts his head. "I can't hide from you like I hide from myself, can I?" Kenny whispers, dragging his stinging lips slowly across Kotas chin, just happy to see him again, to touch him. To hear the soft roundness of his voice without having his alarm to break their slow moments together.

Kota doesn't slowly wrap Kenny's pain in red ribbons; he drags it deeply from his body like he clawing Kenny's very heart out of his chest. he holds his pain softly between his stained palms and runs his thumb softly across the wounds, sealing them closed with a soft touch.

Kota doesn't fix Kenny. Kota takes Kenny as he is. Loves him regardless of his breaking body and the ache that twists around his bloodstream, painting the blues of his eyes dull and sullen.

"Kenny." Kota whispers, dragging Kenny's brain away from a place it really shouldn't go. "What happened?"

"Adam said he loved me."

"Oh."

Kenny just nods and tucks his head back under Kota's jaw. "why are you here?" He asks Kota a few moments later, his tongue dragging the words out of his mouth slowly, almost like asking will speed up time until Kota has to disappear again. Under Kenny's chin he feels Kota chuckle, bright and warm and golden under the night sky.

"For you. Why else?"

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ultranos · 3 years

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So with Ursa as regent, how would the comet or DoBS go in this universe now? Zuko would be in for a major shock, would be worried about his heart.

I swear to god, at least five of you asked some variation on this. :P So, in this version, the throne room is empty. Because there is no way Ursa is letting her 8-year-old anywhere near combat, thankyouverymuch. ("But I'm Fire Lord." "And I'm your mother, and I say not a chance.") So instead, regent and Fire Lord are holed up in Ozai's bunker, still guarded by a gauntlet of the best benders and non-benders available.

It's still not enough. (The Imperial guard still fight with all the raging fury of a typhoon, but even that is no match for the Avatar.)

Zuko feels the anticipation thrumming in his veins as he stands next to the Avatar. Aang. His friend? Really, who would have thought that they'd end up here, like this, all those months ago?

Destiny is a funny thing, isn't it?

But everything he's been working towards for these last three years, all that struggle and frustration and pain...it's all about to be worth it. His father told him to return with the Avatar. Well, Zuko thinks, he's doing just that: bringing the Avatar to his father. It's not his fault the man didn't decide to be more specific.

His father will get what's coming to him, and maybe he shouldn't be looking forward to this as much as he is. But there's no way they'll lose, because Aang's the Avatar and Zuko's the next Fire Lord. And they've got the rest of their friends right behind them.

"Ready to do this?" Toph asks.

Aang nods once. "Let's do it."

Toph slides forward, twists her wrists, and the heavy metal door screams as it's bent from its hinges. Nobody hesitates, and all six of them charge in as one.

"Fire Lord Ozai," Aang declares as he skids to a stop, "it's over. If you surrender -- wait, who are you?"

A golden-eyed woman stands before them, hands empty of any weapon, armed only with a terrifying glare.

Zuko feels like all the air just got kicked from his lungs. Her hair is a little shorter than he remembers, with bits of grey starting at her temples. Her face looks older, a bit more worn, than she looks in his memories. Older than she ever was. "Mom?!"

(He saw her burn.)

"Mom?" he hears Katara whisper furiously from very far away, over the rushing in his ears. "Zuko, you said she died."

His mother (not-mother?) looks at him. A painful something passes through her gaze and her expression tightens. "Oh Zuko. Why are you here?"

His throat feels tight, like something's wrapped around it and trying to strangle him. Drag him down to the dark and madness. "How can you even..." Zuko shakes his head. "Where's Dad? We're just here for the Fire Lord. No one else."

His mother's jaw clenches and her face twists in pain before settling into firm resolution. "No."

"What...Mom! You don't have to defend him!"

"Look, uh, Zuko's mom?" Sokka pipes up. "We're not gonna hurt you, just tell us where the Fire lord is and we don't have to make this super-awkward."

"Over my dead body."

A small head pops up from behind one of the smaller stone thrones in the room. "Mom, no!" the little girl yells.

The little girl has a five-pronged crown of flame nestled in her hair.

"Azula, stay where you are," Mom says, not turning away from them. "It's all right, dear. I just need to have a chat with your brother."

"'Azula'?" Sokka yells.

"Her brother?" Suki demands, half a second later.

Aang looks between his mom and him. "Zuko," he says slowly, "what is she talking about?"

#atla #the tiniest firelord au #zuko is having a time of it #this was not in the plan!#nos answers things

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butterflybuckethat · 3 years

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Green Dress

Author's Note: Hello! This is my first time posting my writing but I thought it would be fun so lmk what you think :)

Summary: Anthony x Fem!reader; It has been a long time since you were back in the company of Bridgerton's, since before Edmund passed, but it's your first London season and your mother insists on your making the most advantageous match possible. You have your sights set on Prince Friedrich of Prussia; now, only if you could ignore the little flip in your stomach whenever the Viscount looks at you. (1.3k words)

"Get me out of this dress." You barked at the maid, frustrated with your lack of success at removing it yourself which just left you twisted and displaying much more cleavage than appropriate. She jumped into action, swiftly undoing buttons. "The prince's favorite color is green, not blue." you exasperated, "That horrid Cressida Cowper is spreading lies; not that I should be surprised."

Some minutes later, you emerged from your guest room in an emerald green dress, after thanking and apologizing to the maid for being short. It was not the first ball of the season but it was the most important because you were going to snag the Prince. You hurried down the stairs, able to see Eloise's look of impatience from miles away, and took Anthony's arm as he led you out to the carriage. "I rather liked the blue dress." You looked up at him, a little smile on his face but otherwise a largely indifferent expression. "Well, it was not for you." You couldn't resist being a little cheeky. He didn't always take it so well but you lived for the moments he huffed and puffed up his chest. Besides, it seemed to loosen him up a bit. You took his hand as he helped you into the carriage, sitting across from his mother. "Pity." He replied, looking so much the devil, and he turned his back to you as you stared, or rather gaped, until the carriage began to move.

Violet Bridgerton was rather happy to sit across from you on the way to the ball. She remembered when you were young and used to pick up your skirts and run over to Aubrey Hall just to tease and prod Anthony until he relented and allowed you to play with him and his brothers. Now you were grown up, all hair and cheekbones, and she was grateful because she hadn't seen her son exhale in what felt like decades, but a couple days with you and he seemed to be having fun again.

The ball was in full swing when you arrived, packed with people dressed in their best gowns and jewels waiting to catch a glimpse of the Prince. And there, in the middle of the action, was Cressida dressed in green and sporting a scowl the moment she saw you, similarly dressed in green. It wasn't much of a secret that you set your sights for marriage high. Your mama was famously ambitious and why wouldn't she be; you were a true diamond and more than happy to carry out her wishes. You grabbed Daphne's hand to take a turn about the room. She followed you but appeared distracted, probably searching for the Duke. You knew that something was going on but she liked to keep her cards rather close to the vest and you figured she would tell you when she was ready.

Anthony watched you giggle with his sister across the ballroom. His eyes followed you about the room, only half listening to what his brothers had to say. He said he preferred you in the blue but secretly thought you looked rather fetching in the green as well. It made your skin glow. "Anthony..." Benedict placed his hand on his shoulder. "Hm?" He was still distracted, unable to completely let go of you, but did take a swig of his brother's flask when Benedict offered. You looked so different than he remembered. Granted, the last time he saw you was when you were ten years old with dirty slippers and mud on your nose. But now...but now all he wanted to do was trail his fingers along your neck.

He was shocked out of his daydreams by a loud crash. A woman in purple swooned and took an indelicate fall to the floor. The Prince was here. Penelope made a particularly scathing comment causing Colin to giggle. But Anthony was following the Prince's gaze straight to you which etched what felt like a permanent scowl onto his face before crossing the ballroom.

After sneaking a glimpse at the Prince, and deciding he was rather nice looking with his blonde curls and doe eyes, you returned to your conversation with Eloise. He was looking at you, you were sure of it, and you expended a great deal of energy keeping the sly smile off your face. "He's coming!" Eloise whispered, tapping at your wrist. You were introduced to him and took a particularly deep curtsy. "It's an honor to meet you, your Majesty." you said soft enough so the Prince had to lean in a little to hear you. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure." he kissed your hand. Someone cleared their throat behind you, "I believe this is our dance, my lady." It was Anthony holding out his hand out to you. "Oh" was all you were able to say. "If you will excuse us." Anthony said to the Prince and dragged you to the dance floor. You were only able to shoot him an apologetic glance before Anthony placed a hand on the small of your back and the waltz commenced. "That was incredibly rude." you had half a mind to step on his foot, especially when he said nothing. "You know how important this is. How important this is to my mother." Your whispering was bordering on shrieking at this point, growing more and more frustrated. If Anthony wasn't holding your hand you would have jabbed your finger into his chest. "I am an only child and it is my duty to marry as well as I possibly can and I cannot have you distracting me-" Anthony looked at you then, his dark eyes on fire. Words caught in your throat and you became very aware of his arms around you and his palm burning into your back. You just stared into each other's eyes until the music stopped. "I am distracting?" He bowed and stepped away, leaving you, shocked, in the middle of the dance floor. If you could blush, you would surely be a deep red.

Anthony was taking heavy breaths. He could not hear anything but his heart pounding in his ears; he needed air. Anthony made a beeline for the double french doors that led out to the garden and undid the top of his collar. The night was cool and his breathing seemed to slow. His hands just stopped shaking when he was yanked under a stone archway. "What was that all about?" you said pushing him back against the wall. He let out a grunt. "I do not know-" "Stop." you looked wrecked but he imagined he did as well. You let out a laugh, "Why am I even here? I am sure Cressida is all over Prince Friedrich by now. And I followed you out into the garden." You froze, "I followed you out into the garden. I have to go back." You turned and repeated your last sentence. But Anthony grabbed your wrist and you looked back at him, finally taking in how defeated he appeared. "I am sorry." he said and you went back into the ballroom. It was too short of a time for anyone to suspect any impropriety, you assured yourself, and went back to stand next to Eloise. "What has happened?" She asked looking sincerely disconcerted, probably more because she truly did not know what was going on than how it looked. "I do not know." and you meant it.

You didn't see Anthony the rest of the night. Benedict said that he had left but you still searched around the room every once in and a while, searching him out. "Lady Y/LN, would you care to dance?" It was your second dance with the Prince. You heard one of the mamas say it was "truly a feat;" but back in the carriage, heading home as the sun peeked out over the horizon, all you could say when Violet Bridgerton asked you about the night was "I wish I wore blue."

Part II

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flower-slut004 · 3 years

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MR SHARMAN SIR

summary: YN decides to have fun with her English professor

WARNING: Smut, Sir kink, teasing, Oral ( both receiving), denied orgasm.

Daniel tried to ignore all the eyes on him as he explained the theme of Hamlet to his college class. Every girl and some of the guys just couldn't keep their eyes off of their handsome teacher. His piercing blue eyes to his soft lips that lead to his chisled chin. He shook off all the lustful looks and turned his attention to the back of the room.

His eyes landed on Yn who stared back at him. He kept talking as he viewed her features. His eyes trailed to her nose to her lips, he let out a cough as he realized what she was doing with her lips.

Between them was a pen,a pen she kept twisting in her mouth. She smirked at his reaction as she bit the pen with a wink. Daniel felt his pants get tighter as he kept watching the girl. He went behind his desk to hide the bulge as he finished the lecture."You may now read the next chapter to yourselfs" he says in his accent.

The class groans but not Yn. She continues to watch him and starts to admire the way his white button-down shirt would fit so tight around his biceps and his black jeans would make his ass look even more perfect if that was even possible.Or how his large hands would grip his coffee mug as he stared back at her. YN started to fantasize about his hands wrapping around her neck as she bends over his desk.

The two began to have a very intense staring contest. Lust forming in both their eyes.Daniel began to fantasize about how her ass would bounce on his throbbing cock. He grunts as he brushes his crotch on the desk. YN smirked as she finally made the move getting up from her seat. He watched her come up to him with book in her hands and teasing look in her eyes.

“Mr.Teacher Sir?" She whispers as she leant over the desk. "It's Mr.Sharman, Miss LN" he corrects. "Sorry Sir.." she bits her lip. "It's just...I don't understand this part..." she continues as she came around his desk to sit next to him.

He smirks "That's a shame Miss Ln... I was explaining it earlier but it seemed to me you were daydreaming""Couldn't help it...this class just sends me to another world" she whispers softly. Daniel smirked as he grabbed the book from her hand making sure to brush his fingers with hers. "What exactly didn't you understand Miss Ln" he asked.

Before she could answer the bell rang. Daniel felt his heart drop as he grumbled at the bell. "Don't worry Mr.Sharman...I have free period" she whispers in his ear as the last person left the class. Her hand traveled up his knee to his thigh"You're lucky I have planning period Miss Ln..." he looks down at her hand with a smirk.

She let out a small sigh as she removed her hand to remove her jacket leaving her chest to be exposed by a little. Daniels eyes wondered around her chest.Yn giggled as she took her finger under his chin to raise his face up. "Sir...my eyes are up here" she whispered dangerously closed to his lips.

He looked down at her lips and back into her eyes. "Fuck It" he grumbled as he pulled her towards him on to his lap.YNs eyes went wide as she was bent over his lap. She gasped feeling his large hands pull down her skirt and rest on her ass.

Daniel smirked as he rubbed her ass making her let out a soft moan. Yn was enjoying the feeling of his large hands on her ass that she didn't realize his hand lifting in the air.He brought the hand down with a great force and smacked her right cheek making it jiggle.

YN let out a yelp and Daniel smirked. "Naughty girl" he tsked slapping her ass again. Yn let out a muffed moan as she bit into his thigh.

Daniel let out a hiss as he pulls her up so she's facing him.The two of them had a intense staring contest until Daniel took off his shirt along with hers. "You're so beautiful" Daniel mumbles playing with the straps of her bra.

Yn just giggled and crawled off of his lap, fiddling with his belt buckle.She slid down his jeans and underwear in one pull. She got on her knees in front of him, and took his member in her hands, pumping it slowly. "You know Mr.Sharman, you're much bigger than I ever imagined you'd be." She smiled and kissed the tip of his member, causing him to moan softly “Call me Sir love".

Yn chuckles as she looked up at him "okay sir" she teased as she took his length in her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, as his hand found its way to her hair, gripping it tightly. Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and moaned out occasionally. She started going faster, and his moans became more frequent and louder.

“F-Fuck," he stuttered out. "I can't last much longer." She smirked and bobbed her head faster, him coming apart under her. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all.She smiled fondly at her professor , and sat back down on his lap, rubbing his chest softly. "You taste good, sir." She said as she kissed his lips.

Grabbing her hips, he pushed her onto his desk. He moved forward, making sure to lock the door to his classroom .On his way back he began to flex his biceps with a smirk. She grinned as he started to reveal his torso. She could feel the muscle underneath, felt it tremble under her touch.

Grinning, she leant back and knocked graded tests to the floor.He gripped her face as he kissed her. He was soft at first; kissing her bottom lip, then taking his time with the top one. He then pressed her back to his desk and smothttered kisses over her stomach.His light stubble rubbed against her skin and she groaned, pushing her legs onto his shoulders.

He moved up her body and sucked an already hard nipple through the sheer fabric of her bra. [Y/N] pushed off her ballet pumps and dug her heels into his back, wanting a rougher touch.

“Talk to me," she groaned as he teased her other breast.He looked up from her body and smirked. "Like a bit of dirty talk huh?" he teased as YN grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a hard kiss, all tongue and teeth. She left him gasping. She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth touch her neck, placing a long kiss there.

While his hands moved to her own waist to remove her jeans, she dug hers into his hair. It was so soft. [Y/N] moved him back up for another kiss. He tasted like tea and metal and just a hint of something dark at the back of his mouth.

“I never got your answer darling " he mumbles "Yes." She gripped his hair tight. "Please talk to me, got a thing for the accent, do you?"She rubbed her thigh against his aching cock. "Yes" she moans removing her jeans, he dropped to the floor gingerly and started kissing up and down her thigh.He pressed his mouth again and again to the inside, sometimes brushing the lace of her panties.

After a moment of writhing on his desk from the feel of his mouth, he dragged her underwear down with his teeth and moved her legs over onto his shoulders as he buried his face in her pussy.

“Do you remember anything from class today?" He asked before sucking on her clit. He removed his mouth quickly but dragged his tongue over it in a long stroke. "Sorta"She moans, dizzy from her surroundings. She was going to come quicker than expected if he kept going like that.He traced the outside of her clit with his tongue, barely going near the real pressure point. He pressed a kiss there before looking up at her.

“What do you remember?" He finished that off with a long swipe at her clit followed by his teeth. She tried to grab onto something but couldn't.All she could hold onto was him."I...um...Hamlet is disgusted by the marriage of his newly widowed mother, Queen Gertrude, to his Uncle, King Hamlet's brother, Claudius, who now has the throne when he came home" she stammered out.He rewarded her by slipping a finger inside her, slowly teasing her before moving in and out.

It felt so good."Anything else?" Daniel asked again, his accent getting thicker as he grew more aroused.She tried to remember what he had talked about but as he traced her folds with the tip of his tongue, she couldn't think.

Suddenly he pulled away from her and she was left with nothing. She tried to remember and eventually she came up with it."Revenge and justice! That's the theme of the story ."He smirked before returning to her pussy, taking her clit between his lips.

She grinded herself into into him and groaned as he sunk two fingers inside her. She bucked her hips, desperate for more friction. Any friction. His free hand moved up to grasp her breast and kneaded it roughly.

She was overwhelmed by it all and found her head starting to swim.She was so close; she could feel her release growing in her stomach.But then he pulled away from her and was moving up her stomach and back up to her neck.

He kissed her jaw before grasping her face."I'm going to let you come in a second..." he growled.She moved her legs around him instinctively, needing his complete touch in that moment. This was better than any fantasy.

“I just need to know you remember how he died." Daniel asked as she pressed her finger against his mouth and he nibbled at it.He waited anxiously, one hand pulling down his boxer shorts. He was going to be inside her, his cock was going to be inside her and Yn couldn't breathe. Practically naked on his desk, soaking wet from his mouth and fingers and ready to scream his name.

“Poison sword ."she whimpers.He grinned at her "Good girl." His mouth nipped at her neck, no doubt producing a love bite she could show off to class tomorrow. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as he pushed inside her. She groaned as she felt him pulse between her legs and bit down on his shoulder.

He was hot and thick and she needed him deeper, she needed him all over her."Oh Fuck..." Daniel groaned against her collar bone. "You don't know how many times I've thought about fucking you while I sat in this classroom ."She gripped him harder then, trembling as he thrust into her once, twice, so many times. He moved his angle so he grazed her clit every time he went in and out.

After the fire started to grow again, she anchored herself to his shoulders, clinging to him.Eventually he pushed her right over and she howled his name."Daniel"He slammed his hand over her mouth in an instant and she immediately realised her mistake.

They were still in office hours , and they were breaking several rules doing this.He stilled for a moment, checking for sounds. When he was sure no one was coming to around he continued to fuck her, gripping her ass and sucking on a breast.

[Y/N] stroked his hair, loving every moment of this. She didn't want it to stop.She kissed his forehead as she felt him grow close.

“Cum for me sir” she purred “Cum for your favorite student” And he did, growling her name as loud as he could against her skin.

She slipped on his shirt and knelt by his chair. She rested her head on his leg and he stroked her hair, looking down and smiling at her.

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annoyingloverbear · 4 years

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ASANO GAKUSHUU X READER HEADCANNONS

Before you ask......don't ask. Yes I like assassination classroom too.

This is a HC about Y/n and Gakushuu attending the same high school.

Ohh boy do I tell you this boi fell hard for you.

And by 'fell' I mean literally fell.

It was one of those rare occasions his father being the disciplined father he is made Gakushuu walk home from school just because he didn't eat his roasted asparagus in dinner last night.

He didn't really mind tho. His home wasn't that far and he liked to see what's going on in the outside peasant world sometimes.

As he was passing a convenient store, he heard some commotion in the alley behind it.

He ignored it and started to walk his way, but he saw a glimpse of a grey uniform skirt and snapped his head towards you.

He saw you, clad in Kunigioka's grey uniform and surrounded by three tattooed bulk men.

"Come on little girl, just keep us company for some karaoke. You see my friends and I we all are really bad singers and would love some help."______"What makes you think I'm good at singing?"________" Oh I can tell you are naturally good at it little bird! Your angelic voice is like as sweet as honey to my ears."________"Back off."_________"What?"________"I said back off you pathetic excuse of a human being before I break your willy and shove it down your throats."________"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"

He raised his hand, but before he could even swing you neck sliced him in the throat and kicked him down there. He clutched himself as you once again kicked him in his ribs and hope that the blow was enough to keep him down for a bit. You grabbed your heavy aluminium water bottle (those things hurt guys😭 not that I've been hit by one but I accidentally hit myself. it's a great, heavy yet non-obvious self defense tool so carry one around👍) and swung it towards one of his friends. A sickening clang could be audibly heard as you hit him in the head and Congratulations!! You eliminated one more player.

You turned around and swung it towards yet another person who skillfully twisted and yanked your aluminium bottle away from you. This person was similar to your build and was standing in a defensive position, so you kicked the only thing available to you, his shin.

You were surprised as you heard a rather boyish yelp as your victim fell to the ground and grabbed his aching leg. Only then you realized......

Shit it's the previous headmaster's son.

"Oh no!! I didn't mean to kick you are you okay?"_________"I'm fine thank you."

You moved your hand towards the part of his leg which was sprained and saw that he flinched. Clearly he was in pain and seeing that he took care of one of the guys who was hitting on you felt bad so you took him to your house to treat his injury no matter how much he refused.

That was it. That's how he fell for you.

He expected himself to fall for someone who was at the same level of genius as him, but apparently he was wrong.

Why you ask he fell for you? Because you were the only one who can kick his ass purple and speak sweet words to him at the same time.

Seeing that you were an average student, not too good not too bad, he didn't really have a problem with sharing his feelings for you with someone.

The first one to notice it was not Ren, but Karma. Or you could say that Karma found his theory to be correct as he eavesdropped on Gakushuu telling Ren about how he felt for you.

Ren, knowing his manipulating skills encouraged Gakushuu to manipulate one of the teachers to transfer you from class C to class A.

And so you did.

Gakushuu, Ren along with Karma and you. This was a particularly chaotic classroom.

You weren't really complaining, as your grades got better the day you stepped in the class. But you can't shake the feeling that ten pairs of eyes were watching your every movement.

(And lol that was so true😂)

Gakushuu only respectfully watched you and your subtle movements. The way you'd chew on your pencil or nails when you were stuck, the way your eyes turned big round and innocent every time you didn't understand a concept, the way you'd pick on your peach fuzz on your face when you were anxious. Every single habit, every little thing he loved about you, he would have it memorized. Heck when he was feeling stressed out about his future company finances (yes he's planning big) he would pick on his own peach fuzz and smile like an idiot as his heart relaxes and flutters at the same time.

Ren however, watched for your responses to guys. Every time the handsome professor walked in, (admit it, we all have one at some point in our life😏) you would sit up straight, your spine rid of any slouchiness from studying. The way you would cross your legs so your skirt rides up just a bit, and the way your gaze turned sly and your smirk naughty, yes this boy is serious about helping his best friend. Heck he would even come up to you and talk to you to get some type of reaction towards him, but figures out you didn't really like him (ouch!😢)

But Karma stared. And by stared I literally mean stared. Bore holes in the back of your head by staring at you too much. He didn't understand that a guy as corrupt as Gakushuu would fall for a disheveled angel like you. It's not that you weren't beautiful, but the combination of scary principal's son and a smol fluffy bean didn't seem very safe. At times you would even find Karma behaving as an older brother to you. And you weren't one to complain but rather happy that someone in here truly cares for you than judge you for your grades.

Add 7 other girls who were suspicious of you and that's all the people who keep staring at you during the time you're in class.

Every morning you hand in your homework, it was always Gakushuu. You would hand in your homework, he would scan it once and turn around to check others'.

But you knew better than that.

After school was over, you would make your way to the hallway but a strong grip held you back.

"We need to work on your Social Studies. You suck at it."______"But shuu!!!"_______"No buts. Get in the library and wait for me there."

He would drag you to the library and make you study your worst subject (which isn't fun at all🤢) but he would make it a LOT easier for you to understand.

Of course Ren gave him some tips to flirting. Hold her pinky, look in her eyes, compliment her and yada yada yada yada yada......

He did try one of them, but he almost had a heart attack from his heart beating so fast that he decided not to listen to his minio- I mean friend anymore and do it his way.

And honestly he loves his way!!

He loved the cute nicknames you made for him while you whined for him to release you. He loved it the way your face lightens up when he explains there was an easier way to solve an equation.

All the nervousness is his system had vanished.

He also got to the point where when you got an obviously easy question wrong, he would pinch your cheeks while grinning wide.

This made study time a lot easier for you.

You weren't aware that he was like that for and with you only. Only you made him feel that way.

But you found out soon when he got TOO comfortable one day and let it slip out.

"Y/n I think I have a crush on you."

As soon as he said it, blood rushed to your cheeks and drained from his.

Both of you were staring at each other for a hot minute before you broke the silence.

"You're kidding aren't you? I'm not even that smart or that much of a genius in anything. I- but-"

"Y/n I know that. But it's just something about you that I love. I- I can't express in words how much I adore you."

You were starstruck.

Asano Gakushuu. THE Asano Gakushuu likes you!!!!

But you still refused to believe yourself AND his words. Wondering if he was turning into a playboy like Ren.

All you could say was "Then show me."

The library was quiet and you two specifically picked up a spot away from other students, the librarian and surveillance cameras so both of you can goof off. Who knew that this was also the perfect place to kiss?

He gently took your hand as he first stared at your eyes and shifted his gaze to your lips. You acted confident as if you knew how to kiss but god knows you kicked the ass of your first boyfriend before he could even hold your hand.

His gaze stayed on your lips as he licked his and visibly gulped. You wanted to throw a snarky remark but seeing the boy was as edged as a cat you wouldn't dare.

Bringing one of his hands up to your cheek he slightly tilted his head as he came near you before stopping right where your lips weren't touching his but you could feel his minty breath. Obviously waiting for you if you were okay with this, you decided to close that painful space between the two of you.

As soon as your lips touched his, he was in charge. This wasn't a particularly deep or fast kiss. You weren't digging your tongues in each other's mouth but rather just moving your lips to each other, as if giving silent yet intimate messages to each other. His lips slightly glided over yours, and you definitely knew that the way he was kissing you, he was an expert hidden within an amateur. The kiss wasn't heated or passionate in any way, but it was sinfully sweet.

It lasted for about a minute, but felt like an eternity.

Pulling away he stared at you again softly before saying "Thank You" and intertwining your fingers with his.

You were too shocked to react to anything. You were an average student. You got into fights. Your mom always yells at you to behave. Your dad keeps telling you to improve your temper. Why the hell does this boy like you?

He noticed you were staring at him the same way you stared at the blackboard during class when the professor was teaching the quantum theory for the first time.

Now that this boy had finally kissed you, he was bold enough to reach out his thumb and running it over your lower lip before popping it in his mouth.

"Pineapple flavoured lip balm, huh? I thought strawberry was the preferred choice when it came to anything for girls. Including......" his eyes lowered to your legs which felt like they were bare naked in the tiny skirt.

"Shuu!!!! Don't stare at me!!" You shoved him away as he laughed and you covered your face with your sweater paws.

"I'm sorry dear. You are just so adorable I couldn't help myself." He said while stroking your hair.

Little did they know a certain playboy on the other side of the library was paying attention to them the whole time and a redhead was poking his head from above one of the bookshelves.

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Todoroki x male reader- Caramel and Honey

Fluff + Au where todoroki rebelled and never became a hero

Todoroki hummed to himself laying out the ingredients in front of him with his mixing bowl in the centre of the counter top, the mix of ingredients in organised lines from first to last except he was missing one ingredient.

It was soon to be your birthday, and todoroki being the gentleman as always was desperate to make you a cake as his local supplier. You deserved it for the kind smile you wore dropping of his orders at the back of the shop and hovering around for a few minutes to talk before disappearing into the wind again driving away in your van with (y/ln) Produce, stamped on the side of the van in big, black cursive.

He took over the shop from his mothers side of the family before she fell ill and had to go to hospital. not wanting anything to do with his disgusting father he chose to stay and manage the store of light pinks and pure whites. He heard your tires pulling up outside on the gravelly path and he opened the door for you to drop off your produce inside on the counters by the door.

"Hey Roki! How's it hanging, making anything special today?" you asked hauling a crate of freshly picked fruit for the season in and dropping it onto the steel top, wiggling under the weight and scooting forward a millimeter. "What do you consider special?" he asked bluntly helping you carry the boxes into the kitchen and put the items in their respective places.

Finally you brought in the cardboard box layered in bubble wrap filled with decorative jars of golden honey pockets of air suspended in the viscous liquid and Todoroki nodded happily in receiving everything he asked for. Sometimes you'd forget the blueberries, or the tea leaves or the bananas grown specially by your quirk. You grabbed a glass of honey flicking the lid open and dipped your finger into the glossy amber tasting it yourself.

"Something special? I would love a rustic honey cake. Just the way mum used to make it with our honey. Not the dumb store bought stuff, the stuff we make ourselves. With the bee's we lovingly care for, for a reason!" you shout but it was muffled by you sucking the honey off of your finger.

Todoroki wiped his chin and cleared his throat "you've got some... there's uh... like a little" you looked up at him and touched your chin the sticky threads of honey clinging to your hand. "Shit" you tutted and wiped it away with the heel of your hand getting that just as sticky as the rest of you. "Well this is embarrassing" you sighed and todoroki exhaled quickly, which was close enough to a laugh to make you smile. "Here" he ran a tea towel under the warm tap and wiped it over your chin and pressed it into your hand for you to clean your hands yourself.

He felt his own face light up red and grabbed a cup of blueberries in preparation for the blueberry muffins he would bake today and you blinked a few time's rebooting your brain after the short interaction making you flustered.

You wiped your hands down and neatly folded the towel over the side of the sink and shook your head clearing the busy, buzzing thoughts from your head and drew your eye's away from him focusing on the calendar hanging next to the wall. Delivery, nothing, delivery, nothing, delivery + (y/n) Birthday. You grinned and pointed to the red circle around the familiar number on the calendar and twisted your neck to watch him stir ingredients together into a pale yellow batter.

"You remember my birthday?" you quizzed and he nodded furiously beating the whisked eggs into the mixture and poured in the cup of indigo berries fresh from the bush. "Hey are you busy right now?" Todoroki asked moving on from the topic of your birthday and lifted his eyes from your strong arms he'd seen carry so many boxes of fruit, to your joy filled (e/c) orbs sparkling happily at the prospect of him. HIM. remembering your birthday.

"I can be not busy?" you raise your palms to the popcorn roof and flick out your phone calling a coworker. "Hey Bro, could you perchance come get the van from the Todoroki Bakery and deliver the rest of the products?" you ask and pushed the phone to your ear with your shoulder and mouthed 'frozen fruit' to todoroki and you quirked an eyebrow. He nodded to the bottom drawer.

"No I dropped a crate on my foot carrying the peaches into the shop and It hurts to walk on it I dunno how driving would go" you chuckle nervously and wink to todoroki who just looked back down at his muffins filling the white, paper cases not quite understanding. "No, I know it's so unlike me! But it's okay, Todoroki said he'd give me a lift home but can you just do the rest of the rounds?"

Your brother agreed and you said your bye's on the phone. "I now have the entire day off" you said proudly and leaned your elbows on the counter admiring todoroki's fluffy hair straying further from the style it was originally in while he pushed the baking tray into the oven. "Wait but I should check your foot if you hurt it" he said crouching down and pressing his cold hands against your ankle making you flinch "no I didn't really hurt my foot I just needed to get out of work" you chuckle.

"Oh okay. Will your dad believe that, aren't you supposed to be the big strong son?" Todoroki craned his neck up to look at you still resting with one knee on the floor and the other pulled up like he was going to propose. You lost yourself in your thoughts again imagining that instead of his hand on your foot he was holding out a small grey box with a gleaming band tucked into the cushion.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" your brother laughed at the scene in the kitchen and you whipped your head up to see him leaning against the door frame uncaringly. "Uhh todoroki was checking if my foot was swollen or anything. No evidence of broken bones yet! So you should just get going with the van here are my keys!!" you said hopping over like a professional actor and shoved the keys into his hand. "Mhm i'm sure that's what it was. OUTSIDE!" he shouted at you pulling you round the corner clipping your arm on the wooden pallets leaning against the wall out back scraping up inside your elbow.

"Hey what the hell, that hurt!" you shouted lightly tapping the bleeding scratched that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Look I know you like that todoroki kid but you can't just skip work to spend the day with him!" your brother turned around and looked at your face, mouth agape and eye's furrowed into annoyance and he shrugged "what i'm just being hon-" "ARE YOU BLIND OR STUPID!?" you shouted back thrusting your profusely bleeding forearm in his face.

"Oh shit what! are you feeling okay?" he panicked suddenly drawing Todoroki's attention and he poked his head out the back door. Being the observant boy he was, his eyes went wide and he jogged over to where you were standing and wiped the blood away with the already honey covered tea towel but the crimson immediately started pouring out again. "He needs an ambulance" the dual haired baker tightly wrapped the tea towel around your arm which was quickly soaked in red.

You moaned in pain and annoyance feeling your head spin. "What could he have cut his arm on?" your brother asked and you held your hand out in front of his face snapping your fingers closed against your thumb shutting him up. "There's a huge fucking rusty nail... on the pallet you dragged me past you dickhead" you huffed. The ground span and swayed around you and the brightness in your vision was turned down so you could barely see the outlines of the boys surrounding you.

And then you were on the floor.

And then you were in the hospital. Staring at the white plaster ceiling at midnight with no one by your side. "Huh" you hummed and checked your phone hissing at the brightness lashing the dark hospital room.

todoroki was in the shop with a bowl and cake pan next to him. The jar of honey you scooped from open and his phone laying open waiting for your answer to his text.

You replied to the questions he asked and Todoroki's phone buzzed on the steel countertop and he perked up immediately reaching for the electronic, slowly running out of battery.

Roki 💖🍰

Hey are you okay?

Fri 12:18

Do you like pistachios?

Oh also raisins, do you like raisins?

Probably not, no one likes raisins

I like raisins...

Anyway. Text me when you see this

Fri 18:35

Roki 💖🍰

I hope you wake up.

I wasn't supposed to get a delivery from you today

But I wish I was cause I like seeing you

You make my heart feel... weird.

Good weird

Sat 8:44

Still don't know if you like raisins and pistachios

Sat 12:27

Roki 💖🍰

It's your birthday tomorrow you know.

Sorry I didn't text yesterday but you were sleeping anyway

How can you catch tetanus so quickly

It's supposed to take 4 days dumbass.

You got it in like 1. You fainted because of the blood btw

Mon 13:21

Please just wake up for your birthday.

I have something special for you

But I need to know if you like pistachios and raisins

Mon 14:56

Roki 💖🍰

Happy Birthday (y/n)

Tue 00:00

You chuckled to yourself at the sweet messages todoroki sent you over the course of the days and glanced at the clock. "I wonder if he's still awake" you croaked and wiped your eyes from sleep then yawned filling your waterline with unnecessary tears.

Bumblebee 🍯

Hey Roki. I'm up

I like/don't like pistachios

And I like/don't like raisins

Sorry for worrying you. Promise I won't get anymore tetanus

I'm going back to sleep

Come visit tomorrow

today*

Sent

Tue 4:13

"You better not be awake dumbass" you mumbled and turned over on your pillow burying your face into the uncomfortable pancake for your head.

Seen

Tue 4:15

The baker smiled and finally started working on his surprise for you chopping his toppings and thinly slicing/ throwing away his toasted pistachios and crunching on a few raisins while working.

At 2pm he walked in and went to visit you with his surprise balancing carefully in your hand. He carefully tiptoed to your bedside and pushed your side slightly. You snorted and rolled over, opening your eye's to an amused todoroki settling himself into the chair next to your bed. "Something smells great" you muttered pushing your face back into the pillow and smiling. "Thank you for visiting" you muffled and todoroki chuckled nodding.

"Happy birthday" he smiled pulling the foil off of the top of your surprise. You peaked your eyes open and sat up smiling brightly. "I didn't know how your mum made it but I made my own recipe" he scratched the back of his head and moved to sit next to you on the mattress. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek lightly before you could take off the handheld slice you were slowly lifting to your mouth.

"My heart feels weird around you" he sighed and thumped his forehead against your shoulder and you snickered, taking a soft bite of the sticky, nostalgic cake in your grasp. "I know. Thank you for the little updates by the way, very sweet of you" you emphasised the sweet as a pun on the honey cake but of course, it flew over todoroki's head. "But yeah. Thank you for the cake it's delicious" you complimented and leaned your head on his. "Can I go back to sleep now?" you joked and he smiled and pressed you down by your hard chest and lay on top of you. "Just don't sleep for 4 days again" he mumbled nestling into your t'shirt.

You stared down at the parting in his hair with huge, round eye's and put your hands on his back, grasping them together in a hug-ish type thing. "Okay"

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A Gangster's Heart - Tommy Shelby x Reader

A/N : I just felt like writing this because I was feeling weirdly emotional when I woke up. Also, I didn't get a chance to proofread it so please pardon me if there are some grammatical shits. I was on a Peaky Blinders hiatus and I just hadn't written in so long, please forgive me if this is bad .

Warnings : Just Angst , Mentions of vulgarity

You glared at the man in the Blinder cap that was leaning against the doorframe of your quaint little shop in Small Heath, Birmingham City. You pulled out a small brown box from one of the drawers and slammed it rather loudly against your desk, sliding the keys in as you twisted it around and the box unlocked with an unceremonious click. You looked at the bills that were securely resting inside, and a hollow feeling filled you up when you realized that you had been saving this to buy your mother that dress at the seamstress shop.

"I always pay my bloody rent. This month the business 's tight. I even told Finn that this month I need a relaxation on the bloody rent and I will pay it all with the next month's rent. Why are you here again asking for the goddamn money?"

"Listen, Miss, we really are in no fucking position to not do what Tommy asks us to, so if Tommy –“ the man you knew as Curly shuffled the weight of his body from his left foot to right, and his palm slid into the pocket of his pants as he pulled out a box of cigarettes.

"So if Tommy asks you to jump off a fucking building, you are going to jump off the fucking building, yeah?' Exasperated, you slammed the box shut, and slid it back into the drawer again.

"I can come back tomorrow, Mr. Shelby won't ask me for the money until 9 in the morning. I can come collect it at 8."

You let out a loud groan of frustration, and involuntarily, your elbows came to rest on the desk as you buried your face into your palms. Finally taking a deep breath, you looked up, and your lips parted, your lower lip almost quivering, "Listen, I - I can't bloody pay Tommy the rent this month, the business is tight, and I barely made enough to pay my apartment rent."

Curly almost shook his head, scratching the side of his face as his hand mechanically flew up to his lips and he took a drag of his cigarette. Finally he nodded, and cleared his throat, "T's okay, Miss Y/L/N, I'll inform Tommy."

"You do that." You nodded and watched him leave. Almost instantly, you slammed your fist against your desk in frustration and let out an unceremonious groan, more so at the sudden onset of a headache at the side of your head. "Great, just fucking great."

An hour later, you grabbed your trenchcoat, throwing your arms through the sleeves in a hurried manner, and wrapped your scarf around your neck to keep yourself warm. These days, you were staying at your shop for longer hours, and this meant that you left from the shop at the odd night hours, mostly after 10. You grabbed your house keys, and walked out of the shop, your boots crushing the faint hue of ice that blanketed the streets of Small Heath, and you locked your shop.

Hugging the side of your arms, you started walking down the sidewalk, keeping your head to the ground, when you heard the sound of hushed whispers that made your head snap up in the direction of the voices. For the people of Small Heath, the men who belonged to the Peaky Blinders always stood out, perhaps it was because of how they dressed, and the unmistakable razorblade caps on top of their heads.

Of course, Tommy Fucking Shelby had sent them to probably collect the rent from you. You didn't know what came over you, but the nearest you could classify it as was a fit of rage, as you found yourself walking towards the men, your nostrils flared, and your fingers clenched together in a fist, balling the side of your coat.

"Listen here, I already told Curly that I'm in no fucking position to pay this month's bloody rent. You can all go and tell your boss that intimidating me by sending you lads is not going to fucking get me to pay the fucking rent."

One of the man took of his cap and stepped a bit closer, raising both his hands in the air, "but Miss Y/N, Mr. Shelby hasn't – "

"Oh, please lad. Don't justify the threatening acts of your boss, just because he runs your razorblade gang, it doesn't mean that I'm scared of him. Where the fuck is he anyway? I would rather settle this with him on his bloody face than stand around in the middle of the street at 10 at night and argue with you all." You huffed, as words shot out of your mouth like bullets raining down on them. The man who had began speaking stood there with his jaw slightly hanging, and no words came out of his lips.

"Well, I'm gonna go and settle this at the betting shop. Talk directly with Tommy." Before waiting for them to reply, you turned your tail, and started walking down the same street again, in the same direction from where you had come. But this time, your steps were confident, your head was raised as you found yourself walking towards the Shelby Betting shop.

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"Miss, where do you think you are going?" Someone's voice called out as you barged through the front door, and pushed your way through a few men that were already on their way out, ignoring the voice of the man who had called out to you.

You walked up to the massive copper door that held a plate that read TS, and you abruptly knocked on the door. You waited a few seconds when you heard the muffled voices inside the room go off, and heavy footsteps began ascending towards the door on the other side.

You crossed your arms over your chest, and waited until the door finally opened, and you saw John leaning by the door.

"John."

Acknowledging him barely, you pushed past him and stepped inside, until you were striding towards Tommy who was standing by the telephone, speaking to someone. His icy blue eyes met yours and he slowly raised his palm towards you, asking you to hold on to whatever you had to say to him, while John just made his way to where you were and fixed himself by your side, giving you a confused look.

Finally, after about a minute, Tommy finally hung up and placed the receiver back, slowly turning to you.

"Is there anything –"

"Cut it, Tommy. If you think you can scare me off by sending your Blinders to do your dirty bidding for you, then you're wrong. Here– " Your fingers flew to your scarf, and Tommy just squinted his eyes, his confusion evident from his face as he turned to look at John and then back at you.

"What are you– "

You pulled off a gold chain that you remembered wearing almost all your life; ever since you were a little girl. It was that one piece of jewelry that you owned, and that you cherished, because it had been given to you by your father. You literally pulled at the chain, hissing slightly as it detached itself from your neck and you curled your fingers tightly around it, and finally slammed it on Tommy's desk.

"There. I hope this will be enough. I don't have anything else that I can give you. I hope to God that this settles it."

Turning around, not even waiting for Tommy to reply, and without sparing a look at his confused brother, you turned your tail and fuming, you walked out of Tommy's office, without giving him another look. Brittle tears stung in your eyes and your cheeks felt hot. You kept walking, ignoring the way your body was shaking, like an autumn tree shedding its leaves until you were outside and fixed to the wall, the back of your head resting against its surface. Finally, you broke down, your palm pressed to your trembling lips as you were taken over by uncontrollable sobs.

You didn't know how you calmed yourself; but somehow you did. You wiped your tear stained cheeks with your sleeve and looked up at the sky for a bit, staring at the moonless night, as you started walking back home, with your thoughts and your heavy heart. You were angry with Tommy Shelby, you were angry with yourself, and how you had to depend on the Peaky Blinders to run your little shop.

You kept walking, until the familiar silhouette of your tiny apartment was visible, it's dull grey white walls a striking contrast to the red brick buildings around it. A lonely flickering lightbulb illuminated the front door, and the windows of the building looked like they were about to fall off. It wasn't the best place to live, but it was home. You smiled to yourself when you saw your mother standing by the kitchen window, her frail little hands working on the dishes as she scrubbed them relentlessly. And just as quick the smile was, it vanished into thin air at the sight of her.

You lifted your foot, ready to walk towards her when a vulgar leer subjected to you made you freeze on spot, "Oi look what we've got here, eh lads, what a pretty little thing she is." You could only look at them, with bewilderment and fear in your eyes, as two men stepped out of nowhere, and fixed themselves on either side of you.

"Yeah, leave me the bloody hell alone," you mumbled as you tried to manoeuvre your way through the space between them, in an attempt to walk away, but one of them grabbed your arm, and pulled you back with a rough tug, "Now who the fuck asked you to leave eh? Fuckin' whore."

The man stank of booze and sweat, and it made you want to throw up. You threw him a look full of disgust, and anger as you placed your palm where the man was gripping your arm and tried to pry his hand off you, "Get your fucking hands off me. Don't you dare touch me."

"Maybe you didn't hear me, you whore. I didn't ask you to leave. Where's a pretty little thing like you headed when I can show you, yeah, a bloody good time?" He only laughed, while his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the hem of your coat, his fingers now dragging it up so he could reach your skirt. You smacked at his hand, hard enough for the slap to echo back into your ears and tried to move away.

"Maybe you need to be taught a fucking lesson." The man spat at the ground beside you, and the other man grabbed your other arm, as they started dragging you towards the dumpster by the side of the street, on the sidewalk. You screamed, as loud as your throat could, thrashing your feet and trying to get away, but they were two, and you were a woman, nowhere as strong as their grips on you were.

The men somehow managed to drag your protesting form to the dumpster, and they pushed you over it, so you had your front pressed to it, your body bent over it at an awkward angle. You hissed, your eyes closing as reflex when you felt a slithering hand latch itself to your thighs, underneath your coat and the hand started moving upwards, forcing you to try to press your legs together to stop him from going any further, "Quit whining you bitch, and let me show you what a real lad takes a whore like. You must like it rough yeah? You must love to have our cocks smashin' into that tight little cunt of yours?"

You closed your eyes, your throat now parched from the screaming, but you knew, deep down that no one was coming. You were on your own.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" That voice enough was enough to tell you that the men had their death sentences already laid out. Maybe it was Tommy's voice, or maybe it was the realization who he was, the hands that were seconds back trying to grope you immediately pulled away.

"We were, uh, just having fun."

"Would you still have fun if I decide to fucking cut your throats and leave you to bleed to your deaths?" Finally, he stepped closer to you, and that's when the men saw who he was, and the realization finally sunk in, as the pale moonlight now illuminated his face, his emotionless eyes and the vein that popped over his eyebrow.

"Mr. Shelby, we .. we.. oi, get the fuck out of here, Jack.." He screamed at the man that was accompanying him, and the two of them turned around immediately, pulling you by your arm and thrusting you into Tommy's chest, to buy them time to escape. The minute your body collided with Tommy's, his arm immediately wrapped around your waist, his hand coming to hold you from the low of your back to steady to your feet. Once he was sure that you were okay, he roughly shoved you towards the wall, and his form stepped in front of you, shielding your vision from what he was going to do.

"Look away, Y/N," his voice commanded.

"Tommy, please get me out of –"

"What bloody part of look away do you not understand?" He practically snapped at you and the crudeness in his words made you almost whimper and press yourself against the wall, as you turned towards the wall and pressed your face to it.

Your body shuddered, even more so when you heard the two shots that were fired from a gun, and suddenly it went silent.

"Come on, love," you felt someone place his arms over either of your shoulders , almost pulling you towards him and slowly, numbly you turned around, tears freely spilling down your eyes, the shrill ringing sound buzzing through your ears. Tommy pulled you close, almost into his chest, as he protectively wrapped his arm around your shoulder and nudged you to walk with him.

"You killed them, you fucking ... killed them." Words began spilling from your mouth as tears began spilling again from your eyes, and you didn't stop mumbling, it was like your mind was blank, and your lips were moving on your own. It was only when Tommy's index finger pressed to your lips, that you stopped mumbling those barely incoherent words, and craned your neck to look at him as you mouthed, in a low voice, "you killed them, Tommy."

Tommy kept you pressed to himself, his arm holding you as he began walking down the street, and you moved along with him.

"This is who I am. Yeah, I fucking killed them, and I would do it again, and will not feel a bloody ounce of regret if they tried to do that again."

It was as though your mind had frozen out, you couldn't think straight. You were still shaking from the aftermath of what you had just witnessed. When you didn't reply, he slowly let go off your shoulder, and you stepped away, almost immediately. He didn't say anything though, as his hand slid into his pocket and he pulled out his box of cigarettes, "I'm going to walk you home."

"No, I need a fucking drink. Just walk me to a place where I could get a fucking drink."

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Tommy Shelby brought you to the Garrison. And now you were seated on a couch, in the private room of the pub that Thomas Shelby owned. You had already drank two glasses of Irish Whiskey and Tommy was pouring your third glass for you, when you finally looked up at him and reached out, roughly grabbing his other free hand that was laying on the table. He immediately looked up, his eyes meeting yours halfway, as you tilted your head and questioned him silently with your eyes, "I appreciate what you did for me, Tommy, but you didn't have to shoot them."

Tommy leaned forward, sliding your glass towards you and he sat back again, his hand mechanically moving up to his lips as he inhaled the smoke from his lit cigarette.

"Listen, there are things that I do, I do them for a fucking reason, I didn't want you to see which is why I asked you to bloody look away." His voice was cold.

You curled your fingers around your glass and lifted it up, bringing it to your lips as you took a small sip of the drink, letting the burning liquid rush down the canal of your throat. When you didn't reply, Tommy leaned forward, his fists clenched and his lips pressed together.

"I can see that you want to say something, Tommy." You almost whispered.

"This is the fucking reason why, I don't like you working at the shop after the sun sets."

You almost snorted at his words, and instantly your glass flew to your lips, and this time you gulped down two mouthfuls of it and placed the glass back, giving Tommy a look that reflected the annoyance you felt at the situation, "Are you telling me it's my fucking fault, that I wanted this to fucking happen?"

"If I wasn't there on time," Tommy almost began, but his voice was incredibly low, and he immediately stopped his words from spilling out, thinking that you hadn't heard, but you had heard him nonetheless, "Where the hell were the boys when this happened?"

"What?" Your head snapped in his direction, as you gave him a look of confusion.

"Nothing. Come on. I'm gonna walk you home."

"Thomas –" You stood up almost immediately, your eyes burning a hole at the back of his head. "What did you mean about the boys?"

Tommy took a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it into the ashtray as he stood up, and slid his hand into one of his pockets, before placing your gold chain on the table.

"Curly told me of the word he had with you today. And I told him that it was alright." He pressed his palm against the chain and slid it towards you, pulling his hand away. You kept glancing at the chain for a few seconds before you slowly lifted your gaze, fixing it on him.

"I don't understand. Then why were your Blinders following me?"

"They weren't. They were just doing what I had asked them to do."

You stood up, striding towards Tommy until you had placed your palm on his arm, and yanked his head towards you so you could stare into his eyes. "You asked them to follow me. So you could get the fucking money."

The man in front of you shook his head, and pulled his arm away, without uttering a word. You watched as he walked up to the door and fixed himself by the doorframe , his back turned towards you.

"Harry? Where the fuck's Curly? Send him in, yeah?"

He cleared his throat, and turned back towards you, not meeting your gaze.

"I won't accept that chain. You should keep it. And as for the rent, Curly can collect it next month."

You opened your mouth, but at that exact moment, a rather flustered looking Curly knocked on the door and Tommy's attention drifted away, "Curly, can you please make sure Miss Y/ L/N gets back home?" Without giving you a second glance, he walked off and you were left to look at Curly, wondering what you had said to him for him to react the way he did.

"Curly?"

"Yes? Miss Y/N?"

You walked up to the doorframe, and looked out, your eyes scanning for Tommy but you didn't see him anywhere. You craned your neck back so you were now looking at Curly, "If Tommy was okay with me not paying you today, then why were the Blinders following me?"

His hand flew to the back of his head and he gave you a sheepish smile, before flicking his glance away and then back at you.

"It's not really my place to say."

"Curly."

"Oh alright! Tommy sends the Blinders everyday. He just wants to make sure that you safely reach home from the shop and no one bothers you on your way."

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"Harry! Have you seen Tommy anywhere?" You were literally out of breath as you slammed both your palms against the counter and the bartender looked at you.

"Mr. Shelby just left a few minutes ago."

You didn't even listen to anything else, you had already turned your tail and were practically running out of the Garrison, not bothering as your shoulders knocked into people on your way out.

Stepping into the cold, brittle street, your arms reflexively flew to the side of your arms as you ran down the street, ignoring the way the people were looking at you and murmuring whispers amongst each other. You weren't bothered what they were thinking about you, and your eyes were fixed on the man who was now inches away from you, smoke coiling around him and his back turned towards you as he walked down the street.

"For fucks sake, Thomas Shelby, are you really going to make me run after you like this in the dark?" You called out, watching him freeze as he turned towards you.

"Does that man never listen? I thought I asked Curly to take you home."

Immediately, your hand shot up, and you almost placed your palm up so you could let him know you were speaking. His cold, emotionless eyes moved from your hand to your face, his expressions unreadable.

"I was wrong. But you are worse than me. You send in your fucking Blinders to make sure that I get home safe but never once bother to tell me why. You secretly care about me, but never let me fucking find out. Thomas Shelby, I really don't understand why you do the things you do. You see, from the day I've known you Tommy, the only impression you've given me is that you probably hate me. Or, I don't exist. And then you secretly do this. I am tired of playing these games Thomas Shelby, and I am done begging you to answer. What is wrong with you?"

You watched as Tommy parted his lips in an attempt to reply, but all that shot out of those lips was the foggy winter air before he clamped his mouth shut again. He almost took a step closer and suddenly all you could feel was a weird tension lingering in the air.

"You know what your problem is? You think too much, you bloody assume too much. You're telling me you think I fucking hate you, when all I've ever done is to make sure you're okay."

"Why would you even fucking care about me?" Your voice sounded weak, but you didn't care. You hadn't realized when your lips had started trembling and hot tears had started skimming down your cheeks. Tommy let out a barely audible sigh as he brought his palms closer to your face, his reluctance to hold you pretty evident. Finally, after fighting with himself for so longer, he let his palms cup your cheeks as he pled your face to his, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Some things are best left unsaid, love. I will always care for you, whether you like it or not. Who knows where you'll be tomorrow, who you'll be with, but you will always mean something to me." You smiled when you felt Tommy's lips press against yours, and in those few seconds he kissed you, he gave you all the answers that you wanted, and he didn't even have to say a word.

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