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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Deep Breaths

Valkyrae x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Panic Attack, Mentions of past domestic abuse, Mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, Swearing

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst to Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having received a call from the correctional facility where their alcoholic/drug addict mother is being kept, Y/N gets some intense nightmarish flashbacks to a time that still haunts them despite a decade having passed. Luckily their girlfriend Rae is there to comfort therm.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request, I hope I captured what you wanted to read! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post the fic, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Love, Vy ❤

“Hey Y/N, I-“ One step in the living room and that’s all it took for Rae to pick up on the melancholic mood in the room.

Her partner hasn’t even noticed she’s entered. Instead, they are sitting hunched over on the couch, elbows on knees, hand seeking their hands’ support to stay upright and their eyes hiding a thousand yard stare that’s got Rae worried sick.

“Babe, what’s wrong?“ She asks softly, inching closer to the couch to take a seat next to Y/N, “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?“

Through the fog surrounding their brain, they somehow manage to catch onto Rae’s words, forcing themself to give her at least a nod in response as to not scare her with their unresponsiveness. They can’t bring themselves to speak, it’s too hard on them to even think of what to say let alone spit it out, especially when their chest feels like it’s caught fire and their mind is still going haywire, heartbeat thumping in their ears as the adrenaline rush refuses to cease.

“Hey, look at me...“ Instead of sitting down, Rae ducks down in front of Y/N, taking their hands in hers, almost wincing at how cold they were. “Tell me what’s bothering you, baby.“

The girl is trying her best not to freak out or lose her cool, despite her already quickened heartbeat she can hear in her ears. She has every right to be reacting the way she is. Her permanently happy, bubbly, optimistic and cheerful partner who always seems to be as energized as though they’d just had a gallon of coffee is now a pale ghost sitting statue-still, staring off into the void with eyes that look empty yet terrified simultaneously.

Y/N’s mouth falls open as though they want to say something but the words die out somewhere along the way, refusing to leave their mouth and give them the relief of sharing their pain with the only person they trust limitlessly. “I-...“ They finally manage to find their voice though their gaze is still avoiding hers, “I got a call from the correctional facility where....” They trail off, a bitter taste forming in their mouth, making their stomach turn and bite the inside of their cheek as they feel the urge to throw up start to become unbearable. “She wants to s-see me...”

They don’t need to say anything else, Rae’s already connected the dots and her complexion has gone just as pale as theirs. She knows how sensitive and triggering this topic is for Y/N, how many bad memories are tied to this one person in their life. To make matters worse, they’re the one person who was supposed to take care of them yet she couldn’t even take care of herself - Y/N’s mother.

Rae distinctly remembers the night Y/N told her the truth about their family life - or the lack thereof - almost a year since the two had started dating. Rae never questioned their secretiveness and respected their privacy enough not to ask about it, patiently waiting for them to tell her on their own time and own terms. It was no secret even from the very start that Y/N had a very hard time connecting to people and trusting them. It took them maybe two or so months to be able to call their now-girlfriend a friend instead of an acquaintance. Rae didn’t question that too, didn’t push to pursue a friendship with them since, from her point of view, they were already her friend, so she patiently waited for them to come around and start trusting her enough to accept her within their tightknit circle of trusted people called ‘friends’.

Things progressed from purely platonic to sweetly romantic a little more quickly which pleasantly surprised Rae. The two were quick to grow to be inseparable though that didn’t mean Y/N gave up all their secrets. The darkest one, which happens to be this one regarding their mother, is the one they hid the longest and the last one they had to share with their girlfriend. The night they did tell it was a very emotional one: plenty of tears were shed by both Y/N and Rae but luckily they had each other’s embrace to seek comfort in and protect themselves from the ghosts and demons of a past Y/N spent so much time running away from.

An abusive parent is not a bit of baggage you can just get rid of. It’s something that weighs so heavy on you and is such a big part of who you are that you can feel it as a part of you. It haunts you no matter how much you try to run or hide. It’s not something you can shake off or forget. You might have physical and visible scars from the time spent with said parent or the trauma can be entirely psychological - regardless, it lives within you. Follows you around, raises questions you’re not sure you want answered, degrades you - making it seem like what happened was your fault in one way or another - it destroys you slowly very time something triggers a memory of that time, be it a simple conversation that has nothing to do with the subject or be it the glimpse you accidentally catch in the mirror of a scar on your body - a scar you remember being inflicted on you like it was yesterday.

That’s how Y/N’s been living. Feeling responsible, feeling unloved, feeling chained to their past. They’ve done all in their power to appear unbothered and let it be visible, not even when around Rae since they don’t want to worry her.

But seeing as their past has caught up to them now and they inevitably have to face it, they’re forced to let it show, they couldn’t hold it in even if they tried. Although they don’t wanna play the unbothered, unfazed part any longer. They have been strong on their own for far too long and it’s taken a toll on them. If they keep up with the act, they’ll be completely and utterly crushed.

Not that they’re feeling any better at the moment.

“Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me. Keep your eyes on me, ok? Take deep breaths. Deep breaths, baby. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. It’s ok. You’re ok.“ Their short-circuiting brain has been spasming under the influence of the adrenaline, anxiety and panic brought on by the memories of every time they felt small and helpless while at the merciless hand of their alcoholic, drug addict abusive mother, begging to be spared the pain of being hit with whatever object the deranged woman could get her hands on - yet somehow, Rae’s voice still reaches them through all that messy dark fog. “Come on, Y/N, stay with me ok? Please don’t do this, I’m right here, there’s no need to be afraid,”

“I...“ they can barely hear their own voice over the racing of their heart, “I don’t...I don’t wanna go....“ is all they manage to say, a tear falling from their eye.

“It’s ok, we don’t have to go. We won’t go. Your mental health is the most important thing here, Y/N. We’re not going and that’s final.“ Rae replies vigorously, tightening her hold on Y/N’s hands.

Despite the state they’re in, Y/N can’t help but take notice of the use of the word ‘we’, Rae’s reminder that they are not alone, that she’s there for them and will not let them go into this alone. That brings a small smile to their face, calming their heart and panic ever so slightly, “N-no, I have to. It...it’ll help me.” They sigh before attempting to express themself again, “It’ll give me...closure, I guess.”

Seeing that Y/N’s doing a bit better, Rae’s hand move to cup their face instead, pushing the stray strands of hair away for their features to be full exposed to her, especially their eyes, “Are you sure you want that? Can you handle it? It’s not supposed to be your obligation, Y/N. I mean, the woman’s a monster and she hasn’t even thought to contact you in half a decade, and now she suddenly wants to get back in contact? She has the audacity to disturb you after all this time? You don’t have to agree to this, Y/N.”

Y/N shakes their head, “No, no, I want to. I want to agree to this. I want to live a normal life, Rae. I want to leave her and all she did to me behind. And I can’t do that if I keep running away. What happens when I stop to catch my breath? It still catches up to me like I made no progress whatsoever. That’s not a way to live, not the way I wanna live, at least.”

Rae nods slowly, fully understanding what Y/N is referring to. She maybe hasn’t said anything about it ever, but she’s always seen that little bit of darkness behind the happiness and excitement Y/N always displayed. Rae’s heart ached every time she caught glimpse of those little signs Y/N was putting on a performance while actually hurting on the inside.

And if a meeting with their mother was what would help them finally fully embrace a happy life, then who was she to stop them.

“Ok.“ The girl sighs, “Ok, we’ll go see her, but only if you’re 100% sure you’ll be able to handle it.“

They shake their head again, sighing with unease, “I can never be 100% sure, my emotions have a tendency of being unpredictable so I’ll just have to pray I don’t have a breakdown or a panic attack.”

Rae swipes her thumb over their cheekbone wiping the tear that just escaped their eye, “If you do, don’t worry, I’ll be right there. You know the drill: squeeze my hand, take deep breaths and most importantly, don’t forget I’m there for you. Ok?”

Y/N nods their head, the small smile reappearing on their face. They squeeze Rae’s hand and take a long inhale. “Hand squeeze, deep breaths, noted.” They say when their eyes meet hers, “Thank you so much, Rae. Thank you so much for putting up with me and all my shit and thank you so much for never giving up on me no matter how much work I am or how hard dealing with me and my demons becomes.”

Rae’s heart stings at Y/N’s words, tears brimming her eyes when she raises a bit on her knees to press her lips against Y/N’s forehead. “Don’t thank me, angel. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you and I never want to get gratitude for it. Love doesn’t ask for gratitude, and neither do I.”

Y/N lets out a small laugh to cover up an emotional sob that escapes their lungs. “I love you, Rae.” They say with a trembling voice.

“I love you too, Y/N.“

This time, the Y/N’s lips met the lips of their girlfriend, reminding themself that their safe haven isn’t a place, it’s a person - their girlfriend who means the world to them.

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opalescient · 3 years

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haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #fic rec #beautiful #writing #ao3 fanfic #daisuga #kuroken #bokuaka #tsukkiyama #kagehina #third gym #iwaoi #fic #reference #hq

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peach-the-owl · 3 years

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Hello! Can I request a Vox machina and Mighty Nein child reader where the reader gets killed and revived? Thank you!!

Hi! Thank you so so much for the suggestion, not gonna lie it was a bit tricky to write because it’s a tough subject to nail… also I may have cried a little making this, but after looking through the tears at the results I’d say it turned out pretty good 😁

No, I will not apologize for the length… Enjoy!

Dancing with Death

Vox Machina, Mighty Nein & Child!Reader

Warnings: Death (I mean it’s in the ask and title so it should be obvious, I guess), may get a slight bit graphic

Vox Machina

Go in, investigate, kill some demons, get out. That’s what you were supposed to do, sure you knew it wasn’t going to be the easiest task but you didn’t expect to see Vecna himself make an appearance. The twisted archlich taunted the party as you all fight off the demons as best as possible while simultaneously thinking of a way to escape. Too focused on not getting hit you didn’t see the devious look that crossed his features when his sights set on you. You fight off enemies as best as your abilities would let you until you find yourself face to face with Vecna, a icy chill running through you as he stared you down. That icy chill becomes more literal when he grabs you by the neck and lifts you into the air, you gasp in shock as you dangle helplessly, still struggling to free yourself, his grip only getting tighter, slowly cutting off your air intake. Everything was going hazing from your lack of oxygen, you felt the cold touch of his hand around your neck, the pain increasing from said cold, you heard what sounded like distant screams or maybe cries of your name, you weren’t entirely sure, there was a sudden pop in your neck alongside a brief second of sharp pain then… nothing.

You find yourself sitting somewhere dark, legs brought up to your chest as you hug them closer to you. Looking around this darkness stretched on and on, with no end in sight. Where were you? What just happened? You felt very confused until you saw the only other figure with you in this dark void. A tall, slender feminine figure stands before you, a dark cloak flowing down her shoulders and a simple porcelain mask covering her face, a hauntingly beautiful sight to say the least. You tilt your head to the side as you stare up at her, trying to wrap your head around what was going on and why she seemed familiar. To your surprise she copies you and tilts her own head to the side, although hers was more subtle, you then tilt your head to the other side and again she copies you, earning a small giggle out of you.

"Wow, you’re really pretty." You, finally finding words, say without much thought, you mind still not fully grasping the situation at hand. She lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment and gives a small bow to you before straightening herself upright again. At this point it’s starting to click why she was familiar, your eyes widening in realization at just who you were talking to. "Wait… you’re the Raven Queen. Does-does that mean I’m dead?" You stare up at her for some sort of confirmation, but the porcelain mask she wore didn’t really help give you any clues.

"Life can be so short and unfair, never caring if they be young, old, good or evil when facing the reality that is death." You blink at her words, it felt like there was some meaning to them but you couldn’t place your finger on what.

"Is-is that a yes?" You ask hoping for a more straightforward answer. She lets out another hum and reaches down to pick you up in a fluid motion, shifting to help smooth back some of your hair the second you were secure in her arms. Her touch was cold yet oddly calming to you as she begins to glide her way across the empty landscape that surrounded you both, you wonder if she was taking you to the afterlife, then she stops. You look at her confused but something else quickly captures your attention, a bright light cutting through the darkness. You couldn’t make direct eye contact but you tried your best to, hearing faint voices emitting through it, you couldn’t make out any words but the voices sounded desperate, pleading. You look up at the Raven Queen and, even through the mask, you could feel her own gaze set on you. You stare at her with curious eyes and once again tilt your head to the side in an almost silent question, as before she copies your action and traces the side of your face, tucking back any loose hair you may have had.

"Sweet little bird," she starts making you perk up, that was what Vax and Keyleth would call you as a nickname. "It is not your time quite yet, you have much more to accomplish in this life and foes whose souls shall be brought to me by your hand." You couldn’t tell if she was trying to be uplifting or something, but you did find some encouragement in her words. She leans closer to you and the cool feeling of her mask presses against your forehead as if in a gentle kiss before your vision turns white…

You open your eyes staring up at the ceiling of your room in Greyskull Keep, you just sit there staring into space for a while until you adjust yourself to sit up. Strangely enough you feel something wrapped in one of your hands, slowly opening it to find a single ravens feather resting in your palm, you examine it a moment before breaking into a cough, a strange sensation in your neck like there was a hand still around it. The sound of your door opening makes you look over to see Pike enter the room and hurry over to you, she helps steady you to your feet, giving a little extra healing to make the feeling in your neck go away and hugs you tightly, you happily return the hug, stashing the feather into your pocket. The two of you make your way around the keep to the dining room where the others were waiting, the instant they all see you you're swept up into hugs and apologies from all of them.

"(Y/n)! You’re awake!" "How are you feeling?" "I’m so sorry we couldn’t get to you in time." "We were so scared, we thought we might not be able to save you." These alongside many other comments were sent your way as you just happily snuggle into each one of their individual embraces. Keyleth and Vex both clung to you tightly doing very little to hold back their tears of joy. Grog easily scooped you up into his arms, being careful not to crush you and just happy to see that you were back on your feet, even if he protested to being worried. Percy and Scanlan both played it neutral, giving you pats on the shoulder or back, Scanlan making a comment that he knew everything would be alright because Pike was amazing at her job, but you could see the relief in their eyes for your well being. Then there was Vax, like the others he was very much happy and relieved that you were alright, wrapping you up in a tight embrace but there was also this faint look of knowing in his eyes when he stared at you. You offer all of them a bright smile before looking back up at the rouge, pulling out the feather to show him. He looks at it a moment, his expression softening a little more as gently weaves it into your hair. You’re about to say something when Percy speaks up, suggesting everyone goes out for the evening to finally unwind and celebrate your recovery. Quick and happy to agree you all head out to Emon, because there was only one thing on your mind now… you were absolutely famished.

Mighty Nein

Being in a group of adventurers was a risky bet to take, one you took with a smile. It would be fun they said, you’ll get to see new places they said, nothing could possibly go wrong you thought. For the most part it was true, but facing off against a coven of sea hags wasn’t proving to be the most fun to you. Well in fashion for the Nein, it would seem, things only got worse before they’d get better, one of the hags activating an orb-like object summoning a water elemental to the battle. The water elemental lunges at you, sweeping you up in its torrent to keep you from escaping, you only had enough time to take in a quick gasp of air before you’re trapped in the creature. You try to flail your arms to break free of the creatures hold to no avail, it’s not long before you start to have a hard time holding your breath. In a desperate last attempt you try reaching out to grab hold of anything nearby that you could use to pull yourself free, it was a futile attempt, your arms not even breaking past the creatures watery body. Your lungs begged for air and without meaning to you release your breath and take in a water, it burned your throat and lungs when you tried to cough it out only taking more in. Everything around you started to fade away, it was like the elemental itself didn’t exist either, only you and this moment, you couldn't escape and you didn’t know where everyone else was. It was lonely and you were terrified… then the pain disappeared, your vision was still dark but it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.

You weren’t too sure what was going on, you couldn’t move or at very least you chose not to move and looked every which direction to see if there was anything or anyone else with you. Finding nothing you shakily rise to your feet and slowly move forward in this dark abyss.

"Hello! Is anyone there? Caduceus? Jester? Anyone?" You call out into the darkness hoping for an answer… no response. You keep calling for anyone from the Nein in hopes that someone would answer you, though it felt as though your voice was just swallowed up and reaching nowhere. "Is anyone there?" You repeat feebly. "Please, I don’t wanna be alone." You sniffle and tremble a little, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A soft light breaks the darkness around you and a feminine figure appears before you. Her hair long and wild, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall well complimented by the vines and flowers growing among it, a warm motherly smile upon her face.

A comforting breeze, feeling like that of a warm hug, blows around you and words, unspoken aloud but still heard form in your mind. "My sweet child, do not fear, you have never been alone." The words were soft and gentle, easing away your fear and bringing a sense of comfort to you as you stare up at the woman. She gently lifts you into her arms, moving so fluidly you almost don’t realize it until you’re face to face with the deity. Curiously you reach a hand out and touch the various flowers in her hair, a small giggle coming from you at the feeling.

"Your hair's really soft and the flowers a very pretty." You compliment, she hums in response, taking one of the flowers out of her hair and tucking it behind your ear. You carefully place a hand on the flower and smile at her, all the fear you held earlier finally disappearing.

"It is not quite yet your time to rejoin the earth," once again you don’t quite see her lips move but hear a voice carried in the soft breeze she emits. "Your family still needs you, my child. Go. Learn. Grow." Her words brought comfort but you had no idea what she was saying, honestly you still weren’t quite sure what had happened or who she was. She parts her lips and blows air into you, your vision turning white for a moment before you find yourself coughing up some water, feeling some pain in your chest as a result.

"Easy, easy. It’s alright, you’re gonna be okay." You rub your eyes before peeking them open to see Caduceus staring down at you with a relived smile. That’s when it clicked into your head what happened, but before you can make a comment another voice jumps in.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n)! We were so scared when we saw you in that nasty water guy." Jester effortlessly scoops you up into her arms and twirls around, a few tears having fallen at her relief.

"I wouldn’t say I was scared, just… worried." Beau comments, though her voice wavered slightly. Jester places you down and you’re immediately tackled into another hug by Nott. No comment from her, just being held in a tight embrace only a mother could give. When she finally lets go Fjord kneels down to your height and gently rubs your back, having been in a similar experience before he knows how you felt and almost looked guilty for it. You place a hand on his cheek and offer him a closed eye smile, he returns the smile before standing up again. Yasha now kneeling down and taking her turn to wrap you in her arms. You could feel the slight tremble in her body as she held you close, whispering something so quiet you wondered if she was even speaking at all.

Something soft butting at your leg pulled you from your thoughts, looking down at Frumpkin the cat gently butts it’s head against your leg again before rubbing his body against it with a soft purr. You pick up the cat, cuddling him a bit before looking around for his owner, spotting Caleb leaning against the wall his hands covering his face as he draws in deep breaths. You walk over to him and tug at his coat until he looks at you, you then hold up Frumpkin for him. He bends down and takes the cat from you, letting the fey rest on his shoulders then reaches over and gives you a pat on the head. It wasn’t much but you gave him A for effort.

"Alright, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m done standing around in here." Beau speaks up again, making you realize you were still in the creepy sea cave where the coven once resided.

"I second that!" You say, it coming out more hoarse then you’d like. A few more voices of agreement later and your all making your way back out of the cave and towards your ship.

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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could i have headcanons for oikawa, kenma, noya and tanaka for how they’d react if their s/o told them she wanted to break up as a joke ? thank you 🥺🥺🥺

Oikawa, Kenma, Nishinoya, and Tanaka x Reader - Fake Break Up Headcanons

a/n: have some goofy headcanons w/ some of the best boys, babe <3333 i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

warnings: slight language

total wc: 1080

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Oikawa

there are times when Oikawa just won’t give you the attention you need

yeah, he’s a sweet boyfriend and all, but between volleyball practice, appeasing fangirls, and his social media platforms, he doesn’t have much allotted time for only the two of you

while trying to figure out how to garner some of Oikawa’s focus, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

you’re sure you’ve seen a TikTok or Youtube video of people breaking up with their s/o as a joke…

so while Oikawa is distracted by some form of social media, scrolling mindlessly on the couch, you’re tilting your phone camera up to video this moment

you come sit at the edge of the couch and utter some of the most terrifying words ever spoken

“Tooru, we need to talk.”

his head shoots up, body following with it

“What’s wrong, baby?” his eyes are wide and he’s unquestionably nervous

“I think we should break up.” you’re doing all you can to keep a straight face, waiting for a goofy reaction

but right as the words leave your lips, you feel instant regret

the most shocked expression adorns his features and you swear you can already see tears welling up in his eyes

“Wait, wait, wait it’s a joke I’m sorry! Look there’s a camera and everything, Tooru, I’m sorry!” you bounce forward, gathering him in your arms

you finally just let him know that you’ve been jealous and frustrated (baby needs attention)

he literally makes you promise to never prank him again, bc he insists “his whole heart shattered” and that “it was an act of cruelty”

y’all cuddle all night bc he can’t let you go after that scare

Kenma

ok so Kuroo has been trying to get a new reaction out of Kenma for the past 2 weeks

and nothing is working at all

so him, being his true scheming self, asks you to get involved

you accept bc he paid you you’re curious too and ask him what you need to do

“Just… y’know, break up with him or something?” he suggests nonchalantly

“What the hell, Kuroo!” your jaw dropping at his absurd request

“Bro, I already paid you! No take-backs.” he shrugs “Also, you gotta record it and send it to me.”

when you get home you feel like such a sucker for agreeing to it, but you’d rather not owe Kuroo any favors so you get everything set up as quietly as possible

Kenma, in his usual gaming position tucked under a blanket on your shared bed, scoots over to let you in, but you seat yourself at the edge instead

“Kenma…” wow you feel weird, “I uhm. I don’t think this is working out between us.” you’re cringing at yourself

you’re basically hoping he’ll make a weird face so that you can turn off the camera and explain everything to him quickly

eyes still glued to his game, Kenma simply states, “Kuroo put you up to this, babe.”

“I’m sorry plea- wait what, how’d you know?” you stutter out, confused

“He’s been doing weird-ass stuff for a long time, y/n.” he shrugs

“...okay… tell me more?” your focus completely shifting to storytime with Kenma

now you know all about Kuroo’s strange history with your boyfriend… and it’s all recorded, right there, on your phone

Noya

it started off with a seemingly harmless game of truth or dare w/ the Karasuno boys, including your boyfriend, Nishinoya

you’d agreed to go along with it because they promised it would be chill nothing is ever chill w/ these kids, i s2g

however, you’ve already used up your maximum number of “truths” so you’re forced to pick dare for this turn

suddenly all the boys, except Nishinoya, are huddled together

you two just stare at each other with great confusion

simultaneously, all the boys turn around, making you jump, and say

“Nishinoya, get out.”

well ok this is weird

once he leaves, and may i say very reluctantly, you’re faced with the most painful of dares

“Y/n, the council has decided. For your dare, you must fake break up with Nishinoya later this week.”

fools. absolute idiots. but who are you to deny the council of boys?

so when the dreaded day comes, you facetime the boys in, leaving them on mute on your kitchen countertop and make your way up to Noya who’s actively attempting to make dinner

so you begin, “Nishinoya I… I just, uhm…”

“Yes, baby what is it?” his eyes dazzle when they meet yours

lmao you can’t, he just looks too excited to see you and you know for a fact his funky, lil heart would break

“I, uh… just wanted a hug actually.”

“Why didn’t you just say so!” he responds, a grin stretching across his bright face, squeezing the absolute life out of you

“It was… supposed to be a dare from the boys the other day, but-” you try to explain

“Y’all’s dares are lame as hell.” Noya cuts you off finally realizing their presence on the counter, still pressed up against your body

baby had no idea

the council is displeased… and a little jealous

Tanaka

this guy has been on his Xbox all damn day

and it’s starting to wear on you

all the yelling, the thundering laughter, and weird code words were interrupting your reading, thinking, and ruining the cozy, weekend vibes

you’ve tried everything so far:

you made him his favorite meal? nothing. asked him to go out with you tonight? “Let’s do it tomorrow babe.” telling him to be a little quieter? somehow he managed to increase in volume.

so you text Kiyoko and ask her what she would do

homegirl literally suggested you break up with him, so that’s a no-go…

but maybe you could just… threaten it kinda? your babe can take a joke and it might finally get him to calm down

so you walk over to him and loudly exclaim,

“I swear if you don’t stop obsessing over whatever it is you’re playing, I’m just gonna leave.” trying your hardest to sound coldhearted

Tanaka yanks his headphones off and he’s on his feet, horrified

and now you’re just laughing, your sputtering boyfriend unsure of your contrasting words and emotions

“Sorry babe, you’re just… so loud. And I kinda miss you.” you hold out your arms, trying to draw him toward you

“Not funny!” now you’ve done it.

he’s gonna pout for a while and you’ll be the one to deal with it

but... if you give him a kiss and a real apology, he’ll snap out of it real fast

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tiredb0igivemesugars · 4 years

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It’s going to be alright

Peter Parker x Male!reader

note: Sorry for the lack of content. My school started and I’ve been really stressed out, but I’m trying to think of this writing thing as relaxing so I might do this more. Try to enjoy this, please.

word count: 1.2k

summary: You get mugged and your boyfriend Peter comes to save you

trigger warning: blood

It was a regular evening, at least it was supposed to be. Peter was out patrolling, you were walking home from your part-time job. Working retail was exhausting, no matter if the clients were nice or mean. You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, so you didn’t immediately notice when someone was following you. You only noticed the man behind you when he grabbed you. And in a second your whole body and brain were in fight or flight mode. You could feel the man’s calloused hand on your shoulder. His rotten smelling breath on your face. ”Your wallet, here, now,” he demanded. You saw how the man’s knife, which was dangerously close to your abdomen, reflected the street light. ”I-I I’m sorry, I don’t have it with me,” you answered. You cursed yourself for forgetting the wallet at home, this was the worst situation to be in without a wallet. ”Oh you know better than to lie, don’t you?” The man almost laughed. ”I swear I don’t have it with me,” you tried to say. Your voice was so shaky, you were surprised that you could even speak full sentences.

The man rubbed his hard hand against your shoulder, it hurt a lot. ”Well then I think that we have to do this the hard way, don’t we?” He said as he mounted the knife into your abdomen. You almost screamed as immense pain flooded your body. Warm, almost hot blood coated your shirt in seconds. Your hands tried to find the wound, as an instinct. ”Oh what pretty hands you have, let me decorate them,” the man said as he grabbed your hand with the one the same calloused hand, that had previously held your shoulder. The knife, now coated with your blood, was dragged against the palm of your hand, drawing even more blood. ”P- please don’t,” you begged. Tears were streaming down your face, you were terrified. You tried to pull your bloody hand away from the man, but he insisted. The man stabbed you a second time in the abdomen, now he twisted the knife inside you. You screamed as you doubled over in pain. That little blood that had come from the first stab was so much more now.

Your clothes and hands were now coated in the red liquid, they stuck to your skin. You slowly felt yourself slide down against the wall. ”Next time, bring your wallet,” the man said as he spat on your face. You held your abdomen with the hand that wasn’t damaged. The pain was unbearable. Your hands shook as you searched for your phone from your pocket. This was the only time you complained about big pockets. You sighed in relief when you felt the rectangular object in your hand. Your hands smeared the screen in blood as you searched through your contacts until you got to the letter P. You pressed Peter’s number and waited for him to pick up. Peter picked up after 3 beeps.

”Hey y/n, is everything alright?” Peter asked. You could hear the traffic from the other side of the line. ”Wh- where are you?” You asked. You were aware that you didn’t sound alright, you were shaking and gasping too much. ”Hey you don’t sound too well, are you okay?” Peter asked, worry coating his words. ”I got st- stabbed. Can you come get me?” You asked, hoping that he could help you. ”Oh geez Y/n, where are you?” Peter asked, clearly panicked. ”It’s the little uh alley behind that shop with that really good ice cream. You remember?” You asked, slurring over your words a little. You could hear Peter’s web-shooters shoot through the air from the other side, how he swung through the air. ”Of course I’ll come. Be there in a minute,” he said, clearly less audible due to the wind. You put your phone back in your pocket and braced yourself.

The amount of blood had gotten greater and greater and you hadn’t even noticed. You were now seeing things in two. The adrenaline had kicked in enough for you to not be in too much pain, but you knew that you had been stabbed. The blood that had made you feel warm was now cold, so now on top of your shaking because of the blood loss, you were shivering from the cold. Your line of sight was getting smaller and smaller as you lacked the energy to hold your eyes open. ”Y/n!” You heard Peter yell with his whole chest. You saw him drop in front of you, on his knees. ”When you said that you got stabbed I thought like a small little stab but you’re like dying,” Peter said, clearly panicked. ”I’m sorry,” you mumbled under your breath as it got harder and harder to hold your eyes open. ”Hey, hey sweetie. Don’t leave me. I already called Mr Stark since you don’t like hospitals. Someone will fix you up in no time. Just keep your eyes open for me,” Peter said as he caressed your face with his hands. His hands were so soft, unlike the man who had stabbed you in the first place. Peter’s face looked so lovely, but your eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You just couldn’t hold them open. ”Hey, hey y/n look at me. Look at-” Peter’s voice was fading out. It was like a blanket had gone over you.

"Earth to y/n. Is anyone in there?" You heard a man speak. As the voice reached your ears, the smell of disinfectant reached your nose. But most noticeably, the light reached your sensitive eyes. You tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes, but it couldn't reach you, something was holding it back. "Wha-" you began speaking but were interrupted. "Y/n! You're awake!" Peter's voice said. You finally got to open your eyes, to find that Peter was sitting at the foot of the bed you were in. "Hey. What happened?" You asked with a groggy voice. "You don't remember?" Peter asked, confused. You looked around the room before you answered, there was another man in the room, a man in a white coat, a doctor? He was looking at the machine that was hooked up to you. "It's normal to not remember the moments just before passing out," the doctor said nonchalantly. "Oh, okay," Peter said, his voice sounding a little bit sad.

Your hand with the cuts was all patched up, but it had been tied onto the side of the bed, probably so you wouldn't hurt the hand more. Your stomach felt a bit odd, only then did you remember what had happened. "I got stabbed?" You asked aloud. Peter nodded. "B-but Mr. doctor said that you'd be okay, right?" Peter said. You weren't sure if it was a statement or a question, but joined Peter in staring at the doctor anyway. The doctor sighed as he turned to walk toward the door. "Young men, calm down. He'll be alright, just a lot of rest. I will come back in a couple of hours to give you your medication," the doctor said and walked out of the room.

The room had only been silent for a few seconds until Peter and you simultaneously turned to look at each other. "Movie marathon?" you said at the same time.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #x male reader #male x male #marvel #imagine

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mistersourwolf · 4 years

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A Lover from the Unknown- Geralt x Reader

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: None really, hints at smut but no nsfw in this piece.

Request: Hey could you possibly do a geralt request where he saves and falls for a girl who is set to be killed cause the mayor of a town deems her a monster. She has powers to be able to control the elements. She's not a monster but part of a race that was wiped out. Maybe marks glow on her skin depending on what elements she uses

Summary: Y/N has lived most of her years captive inside the castle due to her magical abilities. Being treated as an experiment, over time her anger builds up. One night a storm rips through the town she resides in and the mayor is furious. Before she could meet her demise, she fell suddenly unconscious. Only in the morning would she realize what and who had spared her that night, saving her life. The two decide together to go on a journey to help discover who y/n truly is.

A/N: This is probabaly one of the most elaborate pieces I’ve written. It took me entirely too long to write it but I’m so glad because I’m just in love with the final results. I tried to get as accurate as I could to the request which I believe I did though I didn’t include markings which I envision would be a crackling turquoise glow as her emotions overwhelm her. So use your imagination as you will. Also, if you think Geralt talks to much, he just might if you’re basing this off the show. I’ve seen the show and have been reading the books and Geralt talks far more than what he does in the show so please don’t take it as out of character, it is very much in his nature to talk. Anyways without further adue ... A Lover from the Unknown.

You sat in the corner of your room rocking back and forth with your knees pressed against your chest, slowly becoming more panicked as the thunder broke against the roof in a loud bang. You knew this was all your fault, attempting to stand to your feet, you gazed out of your window, the whole town was being ripped to shreds. Rain hit the ground furiously, each drop setting a new fire. The tavern was completely destroyed and fires were raging in the distant neighborhoods, clouding the night sky with soot.

You were to blame for this chaos, unsure of what you were and with nobody to guide you, your anger had disturbed nature’s balance. It was your doing but not your fault, after all you rarely saw anybody but your own reflection. With little interaction with any other humans aside from the guards who would bring you your meals, it’s understandable why you would be enraged. You had been held in the castle for far too long, a prisoner to the Queen. As she ordered her servants to poke at you, as if you were a guinea pig, as if you were a freak, you grew more and more angry by the day. Previous to this event, you had summoned wind storms, manifested tornadoes and sinkholes but the day you made hail come down the size of boulders, they had to force an elixir down your throat, one that left you in a trance for days. But this—this storm was much different than the last.

Suddenly, the doors to your room flew open abruptly. Two men, both of them head to toe in a suit of armor came rushing in, demanding you to come with them.

“What?” Your eyes widened, “No please!” You cried as they grabbed your arms dragging you from your bedroom.

“Foolish girl, what have you done?” They muttered, pulling you along the castle halls.

“I don’t understand!” You cried, “You have to help me please.”

The guards said nothing, pushing through the doors of the tower, revealing a smoke littered atmosphere. You could make out the sounds of townsfolk screaming as the fires spread, their screams pierced the night air from miles away. Horses trotting through the ruins made horrific sounds as you were thrown to your knees. Your flesh slid across the dirt, causing you to wince in pain.

Slowly, footsteps made their way towards you, sloshing in the sludge of the dirt. You, sure that you would face your demise right then, hesitated to look at who stood above you. In your gut you knew, it was the mayor. He had been the mayor in this town for quite some time and despised of creatures who possessed magical abilities. You’d come to face him before and his threat, his penalty he’d deliver was far worse than being prisoner.

“Pitiful girl, what have you done to my town?” He yelled, crouching down beside you. “I spared your life once before, I won’t make that mistake again!”

You whimpered, tilting your head up slowly to meet wicked eyes. He was furious and veins showed clear through his forehead. “Get her up, onto the horse will you?” He phrased his command as a question to the guards but it was perfectly understood that it was a demand. That if they didn’t pick you up and place you on the horse that second, they’d be subjected to your fate as well.

You squirmed as the men complied, throwing you on top of the horse. At this moment, a lightning bolt shot from the sky, frying the men in their metal gear. You let out a scream, horrified as they dropped to the dirt. Simultaneously thunder cracked through the air once again, a demonic rumble. The horses kicked the dirt, terrified but obedient. Your hair blew violently in the storm watching the mayor struggle to his horse. He called out to you, a string of curses that you couldn’t make out. Your arms wrapped around the mare as if they would protect you from your own doings. Confusion grew on you as you smelt in the air lavender, chamomile and a powerful mixture that surely was a magical concoction. The mayor gripped the dirt, on all fours as he continued to make it to his horse. Your eyes grew heavy, starting to flutter shut. As your body grew calm, the storm eased and your hair blew gently in the fall night. Just before your eyes shut for good, you saw a man approach the mayor and in a swift movement, his elbow collided with the mayors crooked nose and he fell unconscious as did you.

When you awoke, the smell of the earth was so pungent you could nearly taste it. Immediately you sat up, glancing around the rather dingy, colorless inn. You were laid not on a bed, in fact there were no beds in the room, only a cot, one which appeared old and unclean. You stood up, the floorboards creaking beneath you, a deafening sound. The sun was starting to rise and gleamed through the broken window, dimly lighting the room. Where in the hell were you? You recalled the storm from the previous night, one you had caused surely. You remembered the mayor threatening your execution, a threat he would have surely followed up on. A man who emerged from seemingly nowhere and then—.

A tall figure entered the door to your room, closing it behind him.

“You’re awake.” He murmured, walking over to his bag to store something away.

You didn’t feel frightened but confused, “Where the hell am I?” You asked the white haired fellow.

He answered, still turned away from you, “Maybe the question you should be asking yourself is ‘What the hell am I’.”

“Oh yes, you’re probably right,” you pondered sarcastically, “stranger who kidnapped me!”

“Kidnapping? Ive been accused of worse.” He grunted, shifting his body to face you.

You sighed, walking back to the cot to sit down. “Who are you?”

“You first, what are you?” He pestered.

“Me first? What are you, a child?” You scoffed, but gave in to him, “I’ve been asking myself that question for years, I’ve got only a sliver of an idea. I know I can make the ground beneath me crumble and swallow us whole, that I can create storms of dust and pull lighting out of a clear blue sky. But I don’t know why I can do that, I don’t know what I am and I’ve only ever been prodded at.”

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again, “I’m Geralt of Rivia, a witcher.”

You were surprised by this but like him, showed no reaction to what you were told.

“Okay, Geralt of Rivia, you’re a witcher so tell me why did you save a monster?” You asked quietly.

“You think you’re a monster?”

“Everyone does, I’ve hurt people and that sounds monstrous to me.”

“Hmm.” The witcher grunted, unsure of what to say.

“What do you think I am?” You asked, staring at your feet.

“Talkative.” He teased.

You grinned and the two of you sat in silence for a while, watching as the sun finally rise, lighting the entire room. Why he had brought you here you had no idea, most likely it was the safest place for miles. You hadn’t been outside the town in nearly a decade, held captive inside the castle. If you could’ve brought that castle down you would’ve but the Queen had it enchanted so no magic, not even your own could effect the tower.

“Teach me.” You blurted, “Teach me to control my magic.”

“I wouldn’t know how to teach you.”

“Says who?”

“History,” Geralt said turning his head away from you. “Any more questions out of you and my ears might just bleed.”

“Then I’d be the one taking care of you,” you teased, “and surely you wouldn’t want that.”

You stood up, walking over to the white-haired man, his eyes the color of the sun. You didn’t realize how good looking he was but it was clearer than ever in the light of the early sun.

“And I’m not asking you, I know you will aid me just as you already have.”

He peered down at you, an annoyed yet intrigued expression. He was impressed by your persistence.

“So,” you said, running your fingers over his chest. “Have you a lady or can I repay you for this lovely debt?”

“I have no one and you owe me nothing.” He never broke eye contact with you and neither did you, which surprised him as most women struggled to keep his gaze.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done for me, truly.” You trailed your fingers up his chest, wrapping a hand behind his neck. “And you look just as broken as me so I insist.”

You pulled him in closer, leaning forwards to kiss him, gently. His lips moved in sync with yours as his hand moved to the small of your back. His lips were soft and his touch was nostalgic for you. You failed to remember the last time anyone wrapped their arms around your waist and so you soaked in every moment of his touch.

He broke the kiss, staring down at you, “What is it with women and magic?”

This was an odd statement, but verified you were not the only magic woman he had come across. Ignoring it, you felt him grip the back of your thighs, lifting you up on his waist and in response you wrapped your legs around him. He backed you against the wall, laying kisses along your neck and jawline. With a tug of your dress, he managed to remove it all while still pinning you to the wall. His eyes gazed over you hungrily, a bright yellow of which you never questioned.

After moments of pleasure and curses echoing the room had come to a stop, you felt yourself stand on your feet again, pulling your dress over your shoulders. The witcher stood in front of you, pulling his clothing down over his torso and fastening his pants. You remained in silence, glancing out the windows to seem occupied. You didn’t notice the witcher still staring at you and the marks on your neck that he left.

“Don’t let anybody tell you what you are,” he spoke, “A monster, a coward, a sex symbol or a fucking gnome, those names are nothing if you know your worth.”

You gazed at the witcher, blushing at his words. But something about him told you he wasn’t practicing what he preached. He carried himself with pride but his aura said something entirely different, that he was caught between embracing who he was and despising his own kind. You could see the world had made him feel that way, that witchers are to be spited.

“Do you?” You questioned, staring intensely at Geralt trying to get a read on him.

“Hmm,” He muttered, ignoring the question. “I’ve never seen anyone with your abilities and I’ve seen almost everything there is to see.”

“Yes, well I’ve heard several variations, you know the first being I’m a monster and brought to this Earth by the need for a balance between good and evil, I’m clearly the latter. Another says I’m a mutant, though there aren’t mutants like me as far as I’ve seen. Lastly, the mayor who sought after my death believed I stemmed from a line of ancient gods and goddesses who were thought to be mythical but he insisted they were real and that my bloodline is that of theirs. I don’t know if I believe that as those gods would’ve long been dead before my birth.”

The witcher analyzed every word you said and wasn’t phased by the mention of gods and goddesses. “I don’t know if any of those variations are true but I know a trusted bard who does his research.”

“Where might this bard reside?” You jumped excitedly, smiling broadly as you were excited by the thought you would finally find out who you are. At this same time your excitement bubbled up, the wind began to pick up outside and a strong breeze came through the shattered window, occupying the room.

“Hey,” Geralt spoke loudly over the wind, noticing it was your excitement which initiated the sudden breeze. “I don’t know for certain if he will be of help but it’s worthy to note your magic is tied to your emotions.” He walked over to you, placing his hands on either sides of your shoulders, staring down into your hopeful eyes. His touch was calming and your adrenaline settled inside of you and thus the wind came to a slow. Geralt observed this and interpreted that you had connected him as an anchor. His face suddenly softened and you hadn’t seen this expression on the witcher yet.

“Come on,” Geralt said, grabbing his bag from the floor, “before you blow the inn away.”

You followed him out the door of the inn and into the outdoors, where the odor of the musky inn didn’t follow and instead was replaced by the scent of Lilly flowers and petrichor, both of which you hadn’t smelt in ages. A lovely mare stood outside, the sun reflecting of its coat beautifully.

“Roach, this is—“ Geralt paused, embarrassed he had never got your name.

“Y/n.” You chuckled at the fact of him talking to his horse. “Roach? For a mare?”

“A pretty name like Y/n for a monster?” He said jokingly, annoyed by your commentary. You let him slide, laughing at the witcher.

“A jester I see, lets get going shall we?” You suggested, letting him mount himself on top the horse. He offered a hand out to you which you accepted, climbing atop the horse.

You started towards your journey, one seeking a know-everything bard to help teach you of your kind. The soft breeze whispered freedom as you laid your head against Geralts back, watching the trees pass you by. Soon enough, you’d learn of your origin and it was liberating to no longer be trapped in the four walls of your room in the castle. So you closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of flowers and pollen as the sound of the rushing wind took over your mind and put you at ease.

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OPEN SKY Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

“…And never, ever forget that, your dreams are the wings that’ll help you fly.”

(L/N)(Y/N) has always been forced to live according to others’ expectations. As a member of the powerful and influential (L/N) Family, she has had to live with the heavy weight of seeing others write her destiny with no choice but just obey. But when (Y/N) finally decides to risk it all to take the only opportunity to regain the control of her own life, everything ends up going horribly wrong. Surrendered and disappointed, she receives one last chance to prove to herself and to U.A, along with some unexpected help that this was not a crazy and meaningless waste of time.

Maybe this plan could work after all…

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of sex (nothing explicit tho), dark themes, My poor attempt of comedy, family dysfunctionality, toxic relationships, Strong language (Courtesy of King Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

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5-Let's Get Things Straight

“Well, enough of this awkward little chit chat, let’s get to the point, shall we?”

You immediately tensed at hearing her words, nerves twisting your stomach. Kaguya propped her elbows over the table and interwoven her fingers to lean her chin over them. Her violet eyes, cold and unperturbed landed over your trembling (E/C) ones.

Your grip in the carte tighten just like the muscles in your throat making it hard to gulp the lump forming in your suddenly dry mouth. Seconds felt like hours and for a moment you could feel the air being knocked out of your lungs out of sheer uncertainty.

Although inexpressive, Kaguya’s gaze was intense and petrifying, making sweat accumulate around your collar by the second. You kept like this for a couple of seconds until her stoic expression slowly morphed into an amused one as her eyes slowly squinted and a smirk formed on her plump, glossy lips.

“My, my, are you afraid little cousin? Am I making you uncomfortable in any way? My deepest apologies, I’ve been said that I can make people a little… wary.

“Of- Of course n-no, or is there a reason I should?” You mentally scolded yourself for stumbling on your words, biting your lower lip to keep it from trembling.

“Absolutely not! You shouldn’t! The simple fact that you think I’m remotely capable of attempt to harm you in any way certainly pains my poor heart little (Y/N)~” Kaguya admitted while making a dramatic pose clenching the left side of her generous chest and posing the back of her hand over her forehead to accentuate her ‘hurt feelings’.

“But, you know…” She pondered, her voice taking a more low and dark tone, a harsh contrast to the honeyed voice she used before.

“…There’s a reason why people say that ‘if you own nothing, fear nothing’ don’t you think?”

“What are you trying to imply Kaguya? Stop batting in the bush already.” You snapped trying to hide your fear with impatience and irritation in an attempt to reassure yourself that you still had control of the situation on hand, or at least you tried to.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, calm down (Y/N), I’m just playing with you, believe it or not, I have a playful side, no need to overreact that way, unless…You have something to hide? Hmm? Oh! I’m dying to know! Is goody-two-shoes (Y/N) tangled in some scandalous event that none can know about? Is it a boy? Did you overdraw your credit card or… did something in your academic life happened recently?”

At this last statement, your breath hitched and your blood ran cold. ‘No! Why did she know?! How?! No way!’ You slowly looked up to Kaguya again, a smug expression on her face, she had you cornered, just where she wanted, deny it was useless at this point, your reaction had sold you immediately, at this rate there was not so much that you could do. You were not willing to let her have her way with you, if you really wanted to flip the tortilla on your favor, you’ll have to be bold. So, this was the game she wanted to play? Then two can play as well.

You looked down again, your eyes covered by your bangs, and a little smirk forming in your lips.

‘Smile, and your enemy won’t know what you’re thinking about’

Kaguya noted this and her mischievous smile flattered a little.

“As scandalous as have an affair with your bodyguard and being overheard while performing such lewd acts by a big number of my house’s maids during the Charity Brunch that my mother organized last summer, no, I can assure you nothing of this nature is happening with me. And I may confess that although that bathroom was thoroughly cleaned, I haven’t been able to use it since you ‘christened it’ it results really inconvenient to go all the way to next washroom.”

At this point, Kaguya’s snarky expression abandoned her face completely being substituted by one of shocked disbelief. Her eyes trembled and you could hear the clatter of her teeth.

Before she could retaliate your ‘outrageous accusations’ Hiro reentered the patio where you were, pushing an elegant looking cart carrying a silver platter, a pitcher, a couple of crystal cups, and fine-looking silverware.

“Sorry for the delay ladies!” Hiro said while he put the cups on the table and poured water in them, Kaguya and you kept eye contact the whole time, she was visibly livid, with her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers tapping frenetically over her forearm waiting for the waiter to leave. Lastly, he served the plater in the center with some colorful looking canapes and smaller plates for each of you.

“To begin, I brought one of the newest additions to our menu, Salmon and Caviar Crostini, we started with our fabulous homemade French Baguette grilled to perfection, slightly brushed with high quality Spanish extra virgin olive oil, Norwegian smoked salmon, fresh avocado slices, a little dollop of Crème Fraiche topped with 100% authentic Beluga Caviar and a sprinkle of thyme and dill to perfume and decorate. I hope you enjoy them, now, would you like to begin with some drinks before you order?”

“White Bordeaux, Cheval Blanc 1942” Exclaimed Kaguya.

“Sure thing, one cup of White Bor-”

“No, the whole bottle, something tells me I’ll need it” She sneered, her eyes always fixated on you.

“O-Of course, and for you (L/N)-sama?” Hiro asked with a nervous smile now conscious of the pretty evident tension in the room.

“Umm, do you have Thai lemonade?”

“Yes of course! Would you like it iced or frappe?”

“Frappe please.”

“Alright, a White Bordeaux and a frappe Thai lemonade…” Murmured Hiro while he finished scribbling on his notepad. “Please, enjoy your appetizers, your drinks would be ready soon” And just like that he took the same bar cart he came with and strolled away as soon as he could from what seems to be the eye of a hurricane.

“T-Thank you” You shyly muttered while you saw him disappear in the hallway. When you turned again to glance at your cousin, her face was now bent over, her expression unreadable and the upper part of her face shadowed by her hair. The aura she emended was dark and dense.

You gulped, noticing her now obscure presence, you fidgeted your fingers over your lap thinking how to approach the situation now. Did you go too far? If she knew about the U.A situation it wouldn’t be a good idea to be on her bad side, should you apologize? Maybe it would be the best approach since-

“You really like to run your mouth, don’t you?” She suddenly whispered; it was barely noticeable but you could hear it clearly as it interrupted your ramping thoughts.

In the blink of an eye she abruptly studs up from her seat charging towards you, her left hand was slammed against the table for stability while the other one quickly found a place over the soft skin of your cheek with a resonant slap. Before you could start to process what just happened, she gripped your bangs bluffly bringing her face closer to yours.

You gave her a brief glance when you felt her scalding breath on your face, even with the thick layer of tears distorting your vision, the terrifying scene was bright and clear, her eyes were livid and insane, you always knew she had a temper but this was a completely different level.

“You really must be feeling gutsy, today don’t you?! Do you think you can smart mouth me? Yes, I’ve been having sex with Soichiro, and?! Like I was the first or last to have a liaison in this family or this so-called elite circle. Unlike my stupid, stupid father I know how to handle my personal life, do you really think the hag cares who I get into my bed? You really are naïve or just straight up stupid if you think you can threaten me with such a weak move like that.”

Her tone was abrasive and mocking, agitated at some parts but in a whole, confident. Simultaneously, you gripped her wrist in a poor attempt to loosen her iron grasp in your now sore scalp.

“You on the other hand are immersed in a really big pile of shit, and the most comical of all is that you put yourself in it! Did little (Y/N) wanted to play hero? Being just like that showoff media clown All Might? Ha! How amusing!”

“-ver…” You mumbled.

“Huh? Talk properly when you are addressing me brat!” In cue, your hold on her wrist tighten up and your foggy eyes looked at her with newfound courage.

“Never dare to talk like that about All Might! The only reason you and all of us can have this peaceful and safe life is because of him.” You clenched your teeth furiously to the point you thought they would break. “So, spear me your bull and shut up already.” You both kept an intense starring contest until Kaguya’s hard expression broke and stared at you with an amused and more relaxed expression, she pushed you to your seat, finally releasing your abused locks. You carefully pated it down trying to relieve the pulsating soreness in your scalp.

“Well, well, well, who would have said that you could have a bite on you, huh? You’re not the spineless puppet I thought you were after all.”

Now your attention was directed towards the sound of approaching wheels, probably belonging to the same cart that Hiro brought minutes ago. Hastily you tried to accommodate your hair and uniform the best you could, the last thing you wanted was more rumors or gossip going around speculating nonsense like usual. Quickly you gave a glance to your cousin who quietly munched on one of the canapes and sipped on her water cup.

Hurriedly, you took a couple of the overpriced pieces of toasted bread on your plate and took some gulps of water to calm your nerves.

“Oh! I see you are enjoying the hors d'oeuvre!”

“On point as always Hiro, thank you.” Kaguya said while she delicately cleaned the corner of her lips with her napkin. “I’m pleased to hear that, what about you little lady?” Hiro addressed you while he poured the exquisite golden liquid inside the wine bottle in Kaguya’s awaiting cup.

‘Little lady?’

“O-Oh, really tasty indeed, my compliments to the chef.” You just had a bite of it, it was well balanced and everything, but…simply not your piece of cake. You preferred something less complicated and more…homey.

“I’m sure that he’ll be happy to hear that, now, are you ladies ready or you need more time?”

“I’m ready, but, I’m craving something different from what I usually order, what can you recommend?” Kaguya said. Their words at this point transformed into white noise as you got lost in your own thoughts, to be honest, you weren’t even hungry at this point but you were sure you’ll regret it at 2 am when your growling stomach won’t let you rest quietly. But beyond that, what actually concerned you was that in fact, she knew. So, what was her propose? Blackmail sounded the most plausible, but what could she actually get from you?

“(L/N)-sama? Are you ok?”

“O-Oh! Yes, I’m ok! Can you repeat yourself please?”

“I was asking you if you were ready to order?”

“Right! The food! Can I…umm…the-the seafood fettuccini please.”

“Alright! A roast quail in truffle sauce and a seafood fettuccini coming! If you need anything please press the red button on the right side of the table and I’ll be glad to assist you.”

You both nodded as he retracted in the hallway once more.

“So,” Said Kaguya while sipping on her wine. “as you can imagine I didn’t bring you here out of my good will. Apparently, some little audacious punk decided to throw any precaution overboard and apply to Japan’s most prestigious hero school, instead of following the way that her family already had arranged for her, a guaranteed place of work, a generous wage, an empire already constructed for her to take and keep her cushioned, pampered life. So, tell me, make me understand dear cousin, why throw everything to the wind and complicate everything going the hard way knowing your percentage of success is of less than one in a googol?”

“I’m doing what I feel is the right thing for me, following my own dreams and ambitions, not what is convenient or easy, as you said, I do not pretend to be a spineless puppet like the rest of you.”

“Ok, ok calm down. I’m going to humor you for a second about this illogical, dream nonsensical gibbering you are talking about. You apply to this U.A school, and become a hero, help people and all those unnecessary details, you make your dreams come true and you live happily ever after beating up villains with luck enough to don’t die in the process, the end.” Kaguya slowly swirled the cup in her hand while she talked to you not breaking eye contact.

“But tell me, how in the hell do you pretend to even start this little dream of yours if you don’t even have your mother’s or even better, grandmother’s approval? As you already know she has control over everything that happens with every single one of us. Chess pieces that she plays according to her own convenience, do you think we would be what we are today if everyone would have done what they liked and follow their own passions and ambitions? I think you know the answer.” She took one last sip emptying the cup and placed it on the table to fill it again. “Yamashita Takahiro, does that name ring a bell to you?” Kaguya asked.

“Yes, he was an ancestor of us, the one who started everything, the first doctor.”

“Precisely, he was really famous and reputed back in the Meiji period, he even was one of Ogata Kōan’s last students before he passed away in 1863. After that, his son became a doctor, and his son, and the son of his daughter, and so on.”

“In 1939 they founded a small clinic in Yokohama that grew with time extending and expanding in different locations throughout Japan, out shadowing all the other small hospitals and health institutions with their outstanding service and effective methods. We were the first ones to offer free treatment to poor people who couldn’t afford decent health care. That of course is still being reflected in all our foundations and payment help systems like the (L/N) Foundation and The Healer Charity, just to mention some." Kaguya said matter of factly.

“Yes, I already know that, grandmother made sure to drill it inside our heads as soon as we could walk, not to mention that it is part of Japan’s history as well. So, your point is?”

“My point is, we are huge, (Y/N), we have over 160 years in business, even before quirks appeared over 120 years ago. It gives us credibility, reputation, experience, and medical and moral authority above all the others. An image that grandmother exploited to transform us in what we are today, and reach our own Golden Age. But, some rumors have been circulating in the media recently. More like a leak of information.” Kaguya murmured with a sour but serious expression.

“You mean…?”

“Yes.”

“Well, they aren’t rumors, they are truth. Grandmother has forced us to do what she saw fit in order to keep the party going; a multimillionaire, successful, and pretty lucrative party. As you said we are chess pieces that she moves according to what the situation requires. And force us to study medicine and control our lives in every way possible is definitely one of her master moves.”

“Yes, but the general public does not need to know that, the right pressure would bring that party down. It, of course, started as something really mild, insignificant even. Some little urban legend running down on the internet brought to light by some blogger on 4chan or Reddit user. But it has been getting out of control the last week." She said irritated.

“So anyway, because of this problem, grandmother decided to make some exceptions, she would maybe make a couple more in future years, it depends.” You immediately stopped mid-air when you were about to take another sip of your lemonade.

“What do you mean with exceptions?”

Kaguya smirked mischievously at your reaction, delighted that she pushed the right buttons so easily.

“Well, I think you and I know what I mean (Y/N), Your so wanted chance to be a hero, without no one to stop you, not your mom, not the bossy hag, all to the contrary! They would be the very ones to encourage it, giving you the wings to reach what you wanted all your life! But for that to happen, you’ll have to work with me, we only have 3 days to prepare, so the time is an important fact in this.

So, my dear sweet cousin, do you accept or not?

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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch.21)

Chapter Twenty-One: The New Serum (HawksxGN!Reader)

A/N: Hello readers! First of all, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who is still reading/following this story! We’re nearing the end now, and I only anticipate a few more chapters. (Famous last words) Also, I’m sorry for the lack of Hawks in this one, but hopefully you are enjoying everything happening with the mad doctor!

Plot summary: You thought your hands were full as a regular quirk geneticist, but then you meet Hawks and things get even more exciting!

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

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“Don’t you feel guilty helping me when your boyfriend is a hero?” Shigaraki’s piercing red glare follows you as you move around the lab underneath Jaku Hospital, constantly keeping you on edge and fearful for your life. You hadn’t anticipated having him as a regular visitor after the first encounter, but thankfully you were getting better at keeping your composure in high stress situations. Over the past few days you’d run dozens of tests and simulations using Shigaraki’s blood, and you knew you were getting closer to the day when you’d actually have to do the real procedure on the villain. You weren’t sure which possible outcome of the experiment you feared worse.

If things went well and you managed to transfer All For One’s quirk, Shigaraki would be even more powerful than before. Would there even be anybody strong enough to take him down at that point? How many people would be hurt or killed thanks to your assistance? The other scenario was if the experiment failed and Shigaraki died or his DNA became too mutated for him to function normally. That would most likely get you a target on your back with the League of Villains. But, for all you knew, they might be planning to kill you just as soon as this was all over anyway.

“I’ve hardly seen my boyfriend in weeks, except in passing,” you respond to the villain as flatly as you can while gesturing for his arm so you could take another vial of his blood. You wished Dr. Garaki would get the samples for himself, but he was currently in the second lab doing status checks on all his terrifying high end nomus. “The hero commission has kept Hawks very busy lately.”

“The hero commission, huh?” Shigaraki narrows his eyes at you before thrusting out his arm. He hated all the poking and prodding you’d been doing to his body, but knew it was the only way for him to eventually get the ultimate power he so desperately craved. That didn’t stop him from whining and complaining like a child sometimes though. “A perfect example of why I hate heroes.”

“What do you mean?” You ask as you fill up a syringe with his blood. It thankfully only took a few seconds. The less direct contact you had with the villain the better.

“They spend all their time risking their lives for other people,” Shigaraki explains as you put a bandage over the spot on his arm where you’d poked him with the needle. He started scratching at the dry, flaking skin on his neck with the chipped nails of his free hand. You’d noticed him doing this whenever he got himself agitated over something. It was a disturbing habit that you wish he’d try to control. “None of the heroes give a second thought to how they’re neglecting their families and loved ones.”

“Hmm,” you ponder over his words as you prepare a sample of the doctor’s newest concoction that he hoped would seamlessly bind Shigaraki’s DNA with All For One’s. Using the deductions of your quirk, you’d decided to start playing around with polarity of the villain’s DNA molecules. The goal was to trick the nucleotides from the two samples into bonding together more cohesively even though they were naturally non-polar.

“Perhaps there’s some truth to that,” you admit calmly, wondering if he really cared about the families of heroes when he didn’t seem to have any issue with disintegrating entire cities full of people. “And let me tell you, as a scientist, I understand your desire to want everyone to fit into perfect categories that follow the same sets of rules. There are always going to be outliers though. Some people can fit comfortably into multiple categories while others, frustratingly, seem to be in a category of their own.” You pause in your ramblings to look back at the villain who was glaring at you with enough intensity to give you chills. You force yourself to let out a small laugh before turning back to the slides you were working on. “Even though I don’t see Hawks that often right now,” you shrug, “I think he’d be there for me if I really needed him.”

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do,” Shigaraki had an eerie smirk on his face and it was a relief to see that it seemed he had no clue about how much you actually did know.

“There are definitely secrets about myself I’m keeping from him,” you gesture between yourself and the villain to show your meaning, even though it was a lie. “So you’re probably right about that.”

Thankfully you weren’t forced to have any more small talk with Shigaraki because the doctor finally came back through the creepy hidden tunnel, looking more or less satisfied with the progress of his nomus. You knew he wished they’d move toward completion at a faster pace, but the way he was manipulating DNA was already unstable enough without trying to rush the process.

“Did you test the new serum?” he asks once he finishes locking up the secret entrance.

“Not yet,” you tell him. “I was just about to.” He comes over and watches you push the slide with Shigaraki’s blood underneath the nearest microscope before adding a small drop of the new serum to the sample. You activate your quirk and press your face against the eyepiece to observe the results in as much detail as possible. Slowly, you watched as the two DNA samples fused together. You were used to this part by now, even though it still blew your mind sometimes. The difference this time was that the merged chromosomes looked completely normal, unlike the bulky mutated ones that made up the nomus.

“I can’t believe it,” you mumble to yourself, both out of awe and fear.

“Did it work?” Shigaraki asks impatiently.

“Wait,” you shush him more aggressively than you probably should have, but the chromosomes on the slide had suddenly begun to dissolve and break apart. Before you could deliver that bad news, the broken DNA inexplicably began to reform. “Something is happening.” You continue watching for a moment as the chromosomes break and repair themselves in a constant loop. You back away from the microscope to look at the doctor, your mind already working to figure out the secret behind the phenomenon. “It worked… sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?!” Shigaraki sounded annoyed but the doctor remained calm.

“What happened?” he asks.

“The samples blended perfectly this time,” you explain, “but it’s still unstable. The DNA is simultaneously destroying and repairing itself. Take a look.” The doctor pulls over a stool so that he can reach the microscope to peer into the lens. What he sees makes him smile and bounce on his feet with excitement. He backs away from the microscope and hops off the stool.

“I know exactly why this is happening,” Dr. Garaki was beaming. “Good news Shigaraki! I don’t think you’ll have to wait much longer now.”

As usual, you had a lot of objections, but it was pointless to try and talk him into slowing down. Shigaraki wanted his power as soon as possible, and the doctor wasn’t going to make him wait any longer than absolutely necessary. Even if it was dangerous to use the leader of the villains as the first test subject, you knew they would do it anyway.

“It’s because the DNA was able to fuse perfectly,” the doctor turns his attention to you, “All For One’s regeneration quirk must have been activated. I anticipate that this sample will continue to try and fix itself until it finds a way to stabilize.”

The mere possibility of that being true astonished you. If the doctor wasn’t a madman who planned to turn an already dangerous villain into an unstoppable force of evil, he could do so much good with the discovery you both had just made. There were so many people who suffered with self-destructive quirks that would benefit from a serum like this. You wondered if Shigaraki’s skin problems would be alleviated after the procedure.

With a regenerating serum, so many exciting possibilities had just opened up. It was just too bad that you were stuck in such a messed up situation. You’d told the doctor that you weren’t going to judge him for helping the League of Vilains with the information you gathered, but you hadn’t expected him to have you work with Shigaraki directly. It worried you that you would be forced to go through with this insane idea soon. The silver lining was that, like the nomus, Shigaraki’s procedure would probably take quite a while to complete. You had no idea exactly how long it would take for All For One’s DNA to integrate with Shigaraki’s completely, but you had to imagine rewiring someone’s genes took time. It most likely was going to be excruciating for the villain as well. You wondered if he’d even survive if his DNA was going to be destroying and repairing itself over and over again.

“What are you thinking?” Dr. Garaki’s question pulls you out of your thoughts.

“I’m thinking we can check on the progress of this sample tomorrow,” you tell him almost robotically. You couldn’t let the implications of what you were doing affect you now. You had to continue to play the morally neutral scientist. “We can try to calculate the rate of repair to see if the regeneration is even working the way you think it is. Once we know that much, we’ll probably be able to predict just how long the procedure will take to complete.”

“Good idea!” the doctor claps his hands once. “Let’s start recording as much data as we can now with your quirk so we can come up with an accurate timeline later.”

The two of you set to work while Shigaraki watches and complains about there being nothing to do. You envied him of having the luxury of his biggest concern at the moment being his boredom. There were so many worries occupying your mind at present that being bored was far from being possible. You were already dreading having to inform Hawks of everything that had happened that day. If the Hero Commission didn’t find a way to put a stop to the villains before Shigaraki’s procedure was completed, there would be no limit to the amount of destruction he’d be able to cause.

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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Cabin in the Woods (Xavier Plympton x fem!reader)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: smut and uhh... you’ll see

A/N: Happy AHS: 1984 premiere day! Just thought I’d pop in with a fun little something in honor of American Horror Story finally being back on our tv screens again! This was based on an anon I received about Xavier being the kind of guy that can dish it out but can’t take it. I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of Xavier to Camp Redwood, so fingers crossed he’s everything we’ve imagined him to be! As always, barely proofread so forgive me! Also a special shoutout to my gorlieeeee @avesatanormalpeoplescareme for this brilliant ending!!!! Let me know what you think and what else you want to see from Xavier!

The Camp Redwood Wrap Party. Held on the night after all of the campers had been picked up by their parents to celebrate another successful summer in the woods. There was no more pitter-patter of tiny hiking boots at 6am, no more long days spent sweating your ass off and trying to keep small children from stepping directly into poison ivy and causing a disruption in your already chaotic day. The summer was finally over, and it was the last hoorah of camp before everyone went their separate ways.

Sitting across from you by the fire pit was Xavier, paper cup full of Montana’s famous punch in his tightly wound fist. His hooded eyes bored holes into yours over the vibrant, roaring flames, nostrils flaring with each bated breath. The girl beside him had practically crawled in his lap, fawning over his perfectly quaffed hair, fluttering her best doe eyes up at him in an attempt to seduce him. It had worked before, or at least he thought it had. He wasn’t sure if she was the same girl from a few days before or if that was someone else entirely, but at this point, he’d lost all interest in her. Nevertheless, she was far too intoxicated to realize her doting had no effect on him in the slightest, no matter how hard she palmed at his crotch with her long nails or sloppily ran her tongue along the hollow of his throat. Xavier was more focused on you, or rather the tall brunette whose hands were discreetly dancing dangerously close to the waistband of your nylon shorts, though he could see it plain as day. They were the shorts Xavier once told you you weren’t allowed to be seen in by anyone other than him. But you didn’t belong to him anymore, as he’d said it himself.

You wished you could live in the moment, submit to the handsome man that held you in his grasp and revel in the sensation that was his hands creeping steadily down your back towards the bottom of your spine, but Xavier wouldn’t let you. Fucking Xavier. You could feel the cold, icy stare of his beaming in your direction each time the guy you were with inched closer and closer to you, putting his hands in places that Xavier had only weeks ago. It was preoccupying every fiber in your body, rendering you unable to focus on what was potentially your last shot at getting laid this summer.

“What’s with him?” your newest conquest gestured to the smoldering blonde that kept eyeing you two, mumbling against the soft skin of your neck with his sticky, alcohol-ridden lips.

“Ignore it,” you sighed, though you didn’t know if your command was directed more at him or yourself.

“He’s just jealous.”

“Clearly,” he chuckled, the quick puffs of air he let out through his nostrils fanning across your collarbone, prickling tiny, raised goosebumps along the surface.

“I can’t believe he passed this up,” he boasted, giving the plump skin of your ass a hard knead for emphasis.

You refrained from rolling your eyes at him, though it took everything in you not to. At the beginning of the summer, you firmly believed that Xavier was as arrogant as they come. You thought nothing could match the cockiness (both figuratively and literally) that emanated from his mere presence. That might still be true, but it was now safe to say that Xavier was only one of many sleazebags on the roster at Camp Redwood.

Despite his smugness, somehow, in some way, Xavier had caught you in his trap. Wrangled you into his mind games and managed to have you at his mercy for the entire summer. Anything Xavier asked, whether it was meeting up in the woods while the campers were making macaroni necklaces in the arts and craft hall to blow him or him clamping his hand over your mouth and jaw in the middle of the night to keep you from screaming out while he fucked you next to your fellow counselor and bunkmate, you were at his will. You were addicted to him, and it seemed that he was to you as well. That was, until about a week ago, when he abruptly told you to he didn’t want to see you anymore and that there were plenty of women around camp that could “satisfy his needs.” It had been a jab in the heart, perhaps for reasons you weren’t ready to admit just yet, but you refused to let some pretentious asshole ruin your last few weeks of camp.

“What do you say we get out of here and go back to my cabin, yeah?” you suggested, fingers trailing down his color-block, cotton t-shirt and pausing at the beginnings of a bulge growing at the front of his shorts.

Your eyes flickered over to Xavier to see if he was watching the scenario unravel, you fooling around shamelessly in front of the entire camp crew with someone that wasn’t him. No one would have even caught the way your eyes darted left and right almost simultaneously had they not been staring directly at you. And lucky, the right person was. Xavier’s stare, if possible, grew more rigid and terrifying, nostrils stuck in a permanent flare. He definitely noticed.

Good.

The boy smirked down at you upon hearing your request, running his tongue along the skin of his bottom lip. His crass behavior didn’t have the same effect that Xavier’s did on you; it was borderline repulsive. Nonetheless, you persisted, dubbing this fool your latest conquest at whatever the cause. Anything to make Xavier realize what he was missing.

“Fuck yeah,” he exhaled forcefully as if he was already straining against his boxers at the mere thought of fucking what once was the most popular counselor’s personal plaything.

You began to lead him slowly back into the sparsely wooded area where the counselor cabins were located, though it looked especially eery in the moonlight. Twigs and rocks crackled beneath your shoes and the sounds of the wrap party began to taper off. Your hand held on tightly to the boy, whose name you honestly couldn’t recall due to the no-doubt deathly concoction of liquor Montana stirred into the punch. Just as you reached the wooden stairs that led to your room, a voice, not yours or his, broke the string of drunken giggles that had been falling from both of your lips.

“Y/N,” the voice called out, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck, Xavier!”

His face was barely visible via the shotty, yellow porch light that had a habit of going out every once in a while. Had it actually been out, you would have assumed that the man in front of you was definitely not Xavier and was most certainly Mr. Jingles, the campfire myth that everyone had been ranting and raving about all summer.

You rubbed your face aggressively with your hands, trying your best to steady your rapidly increasing heartbeat that was caused by the commotion.

“Sorry to startle you,” he dismissed your panic half-heartedly.

He wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

“I was hoping I could get you to come back to my cabin to finalize your counselor paperwork. Margaret said you skipped a form when you filled them out yesterday and she really needs you to sign off on it for the camp records.”

The words dripped from his lips so coyly, so effortlessly. As if he hadn’t intentionally cock-blocked your last and final attempt at getting some dick at this godforsaken camp.

“Now’s not a really good time, man,” the boy beside you interjected, clearly not seeing through the guise.

What an idiot. Xavier simply chuckled at his ignorance, pacing the porch step with his hands clasped behind his back.

“It’s urgent. It’ll only take a second, really. I’ll make sure she comes back to you safe and sound.”

“Whatever,” the boy scoffed, clearly not vibing with whatever he imagined Xavier was pulling.

“I’m going to find Brooke. At least she’ll blow me.”

And with that, off walked the snarky son-of-a-bitch, and so did your shot at getting dicked down. He wasn’t much, clearly, but he wasn’t Xavier. And your mind but not your body had convinced you that fucking him would distract you from the impending gloom that lurked within you about your little “breakup.”

When his foot falls dwindled down to distant thumps, Xavier gripped you harshly by the wrist, far less calm and collected than he had just been when thwarting off your newest catch.

Your cabin was directly across the way from his, the Head Counselor Cabin. He wasn’t the head counselor by any means, just knew whose and how much ass to kiss in order to get it. He bunked alone and had his own bathroom, unlike the rest of you who got stuck with often smelly bunkmates and a nasty communal shower that never stayed upwards of lukewarm for longer than 3 minutes at a time. It was where you’d spent most of the summer when you weren’t, ya know, doing your job. Countless nights you’d spent sprawled out on Xavier’s sheets with your legs spread wide and pussy glistening in the moonlight, writhing beneath Xavier while he dismantled you thrust by thrust, leaving you whimpering and shaking by the time he was done using you. Back then, you could have sworn there was no other place you’d rather be, but due to the recent turn of events, that wasn’t so much the case anymore.

It didn’t more than a handful of steps to get there until Xavier flung the flimsy screened-in door of his cabin open, shoving you inside and forcing you to stumble into the darkness of the room.

“What the fuck was that about, hm?” you snarled when you regained your balance.

There was no way in hell this was really about paperwork.

“I could ask you the same thing. What the fuck was that about? You and I both know he is far from your type.”

His stance was demeaning, overpowering you easily with the way his hands were planted on either side of his hips. Xavier had his head cocked to the side as if you having the audacity to sleep with someone else was a mystery he was unable to solve.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest and out of your mouth before you could stop it. He looked far less intimidating after more or less admitting that he acted how he did out of jealousy, though you still couldn’t deny the way butterflies blossomed in your tummy and heat began to pool in your abdomen at the hidden confession.

“That’s bold coming from you, Xavier. You don’t want me anymore, remember? And besides, that red-head was basically tongue-fucking your ear back at the campfire. Why aren’t you with her right now? Making her ‘satisfy your needs?’“ you mocked him using air quotes to remind him of the harsh words he’s spouted at you in a fit of rage.

Xavier was walking towards you now, backing you into the corner of the wall. The knocking of his footsteps against the aged cedar floor, similar to how your heart was thumping in your ear. Even though it had only been but a week since your last interaction, Xavier sure knew how to rile you up.

He blocked you in, filling the empty space between you by pressing his body against yours. You felt the air in the room disappear through a vacuum, his proximity causing your throat to go dry your ears to ring loudly. His fingers on one hand caressed the skin of your jaw, while the other slithered in between your meshed bodies to cup your heat through your shorts.

“I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak. Xavier’s touches sparked a fire in your belly that was raging inside of you. Had he not been holding your jaw in place, you wouldn’t have even been able to look him in the eye.

“I said, Do. You. Understand?”

He ground the palm of his hand harshly against your clothed pussy once more, forcing a whimper out of you.

“Fuck you,” you spat through gritted teeth, in fear that your voice couldn’t get any clearer.

As much as you wanted to be mad at him right now given the shit he’d just pulled, there was no denying the arousal coursing through your veins.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Xavier clicked his tongue, smirking down at the mess he’d already made of you with only the simplest of touches.

“I’m about to.”

The kiss he pulled you into was feverish, a rushed formality of his, although he couldn’t deny that he’d missed the familiar taste of your lips even after such a short passing of time. You savored the taste of him as well, knowing for certain it would be the last time you’d have the pleasure of doing so, whether it was due to the nature of your relationship or the fact that camp was over in the morning. Both of his large, strong hands fell to the sides of your thighs, a gentle tapping on your skin indicating that he wanted you to jump. He lifted you with ease from against the wall, then carried you the quick distance to his bed where he tossed you haphazardly onto the squeaky mattress.

You reached for the waistband of his shorts, gasping when your fingers fumbled over the tent that formed near his zipper.

“You feel that, baby?” Xavier moved your fingers away from the button that you were working open and back down to his crotch, pressing the flat of your palm against his impossibly hard member.

“Can you feel what you do to me?”

A moan strangled through your closed lips as you ran your thumb up and down his length. It never got old. Feeling how hard Xavier gets right before he fucks you into the mattress or the dirt, or a tree, or the floor of his van.

Xavier’s breathes grew heavier ear with each pass of your fingers over the underside of his clothed dick, fighting the urge to take you right then and there. As much as he wanted to, he had plans for you, plans to tease and punish you for going so far as to even think you had authority to fuck anyone other than him.

“Yeah,” Xavier was pulled away from his thoughts by your answer.

“I can feel it.”

Your voice was high pitched and whiny like Xavier had managed to dwindle you down to nothing but a needy hole that was desperate to be filled. You batted your eyelashes up at the blonde, which nearly made him falter. It appears as if he’d already ruined you, and the thought of it had his cock twitching prematurely in his boxers.

“It’s pathetic,” your docile demeanor faltered in an instant, revealing your stoic, seemingly bored expression.

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already this hard? That’s embarrassing, X,” you mocked demeaningly.

You closed your fist tightly around his cock that was constrained against his shorts, eliciting an unwanted, wanton groan from Xavier’s plump lips. He looked angry, but his eyelids forcibly closing and his breath hitching in the back of his throat suggested his disdain was laced with arousal.

Xavier took the hand he was using to brace himself on the mattress and brought it towards your face. He caressed your cheek lovingly, any inkling of previous annoyance vanished. His touch was tender as he smirked down at you.

Silly girl. If only you knew.

“You know what’s really embarrassing, kitten?”

He paused to dance his fingertips along your jaw, then moved down even further to graze the sensitive skin of your neck. In a flash he had wrapped his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing hastily so that your mangled gasp filled the room at the same time as his words that followed.

“Thinking you have the upper hand in this situation.”

Before you could catch your breath, Xavier had you flipped over, upright on your knees and pinned to his chest while he worked at removing your clothing. He paid no mind to the buttons on your blouse, the poor old thing clattering to the ground in dozens of pieces as the ripped it right from your chest. His hands molded to the shape of your body as he felt you up, nibbling on your earlobe when your head fell back into his shoulder and cupping your breasts over the fabric of your thin bra.

You shorts were easy to discard, as there wasn’t much to remove to begin with. Xavier always said they made your ass look incredible, hence why he spent some extra time admiring how the undersides of your cheeks hung from beneath the hem.

Xavier released his grip from you, forcing your front down onto the bed but keeping your ass up high, wiggling and on display for him and him alone. He slid your shorts and panties the rest of the way down your knees and over your ankles, tossing them behind his shoulder to lay neglected with the rest of your clothing.

“And to think, Y/N,” Xavier began as he worked at removing his own clothing.

You heard the rustling of his windbreaker and the zipper of his shorts coming undone as you lay motionless against the pillow that smelled of the musty cologne Xavier was known for drenching himself in before camp began every morning.

“I was gonna take it easy on you tonight.”

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, catching you off guard when he’d lowered himself to your level. Goosebumps prickled your shoulder and spine as he retreated to his original position on his knees behind you.

Xavier parted the mounds of flesh on your ass, reveling in the sight of your folds glistening with arousal in the moonlight that bled in through the open curtains. He let out a low half chuckle, half groan at your hypocrisy. You’d mocked him only minutes ago about his own predicament, yet here you were, dripping for him.

As if he even needed to, you heard Xavier hawk from deep in the back of this throat, then felt a hot spat of stringy saliva make contact with your core and quickly dribble downwards towards your clit. Xavier’s thumb began massaging the skin close to your heat, anywhere but where you wanted him. He took pride in watching you squirm, watching you whimper and listening to the small string of please’s that fell from your lips at barely above a whisper.

When he’d decided you’d had enough, he ran his fingers through your velvet folds, pushing two of his fingers in up to the last knuckle. Your walls welcomed him with ease, swallowed him as he resisted the urge to crumble on the spot.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on right now,” he amused himself as he toyed with the excess of wetness that coated your cunt, thumb prodding at your clit each time he felt like you weren’t making enough noise for him.

“Will you just shut up and fuck me, Xavier?” you called from your position on the pillow, the low thread cotton beginning to leave imprints on your cheeks.

“With pleasure, doll.”

In an instant, his fingers left your core, causing you to shiver at the emptiness. However, his fingers were quickly replaced with his cock, that had been neglected, bobbing in the crisp air, leaking with the desire to fit inside of you. Xavier ran his flushed, pink tip through the shining petals of your folds for ease before inching his way into you.

You both sighed in unison as Xavier’s long, thick cock split you agonizingly. Despite only a week’s passing, your tight, warm cunt was no match for Xavier’s length, or his girth. Each and every. fucking. time. it felt like he was tearing you in two. He paused when he was fully seated in you, letting out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. His hands reached out to steady himself on your hips, nails digging harshly into your sides.

He set his pace in no time, not quite giving you enough time to adjust to his size, although there was no negating the pleasurable burn left behind each time his hips rolled into your ass. Your whimpers turned to full-blown moans as he assaulted your pussy, fingers reaching out for something, anything to grasp to sate the impending coil tightening deep within your belly.

You became more desperate, wanting more from Xavier despite him snapping into you at rapid speed. His cock pumped in and out of you with a harmonious string of squelches, each more wet-sounding than the last.

In attempt to spur yourself on faster, you began working in tandem with Xavier, rocking yourself forwards and backwards onto his length.

“How many times do I have to tell you, pet. You’re not calling the shots here,” Xavier growled as he ripped you up by the roots of your hair, pulling you flush against his sweat-slick chest.

All you could muster was a mewl as the burn of both his cock buried in your cunt and the burn of his grip on your hair consumed your body, blossoming into something akin to pure, raw rapture.

“Fuck,” Xavier hissed as you clenched around him.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum soon, baby,” he purred in your hear, causing your toes to curl and your lip to bleed from how hard you were biting down on the skin.

“Please let me cum, Xavier,” you begged, unsure if you could hold out for much longer.

You knew for certain that if you came before instructed, Xavier would continue to tease you until you couldn’t stand it, and leave you high and dry. He’d force you to finish him off in your mouth, force you to swallow every last pearly bead of cum and then walk off in the opposite direction, with no regard to the ache between your thighs, only caring about the appearance of his hair that he’d check out through the reflective lenses of his infamous sunglasses.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he pondered in between thrusts.

“You’ve been awfully naughty tonight. I’m not so sure that bad girls deserve to cum.”

“Xavier, come on,” you whined.

The blonde chuckled in your ear, cherishing your neediness, your desperation to be pushed over the edge by his hand and his cock.

“I supposed I could let you cum. On one condition.”

“Anything,” you writhed in his strong grip, lungs running out of air from how tightly his was holding you against his chest.

“You have to scream loud enough for the whole. camp. to hear you. Think you can do that for me?”

All it took was the weakest nod you could muster and Xavier dropped you back down onto the mattress, never once pulling himself out of you. His pace increased by tenfold, sparks shooting deep inside of you at your release that was to come.

Withing a few tight circles of his gentle but calloused fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves, you were cumming. Hard and loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. Just as he’d instructed you too. He refused to let up on his thrusts, fucking you long and deep through your orgasm. You tucked your head into your chest the best you could to come down from the waves of euphoria that never seemed to stop flowing through you. But you weren’t done yet.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep clenching me like that. Just. Like. That.”

You held out for him, fighting the urge to collapse. The muscles of your walls pulsated around him, hugging him in the warmest embrace. Had he not ran out of condoms three days ago, he would have come inside of your cunt that was overflowing with your own juices.

When Xavier had reached his end, he withdrew himself from you. With a few jerks of his cock into his furled fist before he found his release. Ropes of his warm seed overflowed onto your back and up your naked spine and he came loudly with a grunt. He came much quicker and much harder than you’d ever seen him go, as you felt the bed dip almost simultaneously after silence overtook the room.

You laid there for a prolonged period of time, head still tucked into your chest, waiting for Xavier to retrieve a warm rag from the bathroom to clean up his...mess. When he still hadn’t moved after a solid handful of minutes, you called for him. No answer.

“Xavier, what the fuck? Go get a rag.”

It wasn’t until you felt small, slippery droplets run down your arms and pool in between your elbows that you shifted from your position.

There was no denying, even in the darkness, what you were seeing reflecting from the moonlight in the window. Coating your entire backside, arms, and legs was a metallic-smelling, dark substance that nowhere resembled Xavier’s cum in the slightest. Looking over at Xavier, you realized why he hadn’t moved in several minutes.

Standing directly over you was a tall, brooding black figure, a crescent-shaped dagger raised above his head, ready to strike again.

And attached to his hips? A set of bulky keys that suddenly began to jingle in the draft caused by the caved-in screen door of the cabin.

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sweetbunnykook · 5 years

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Bad Guy (7)

Word Count: 4,244 // angst (infidelity), hint of smut

Mob!Seokjin X Reader X Mob!Sope

Summary: After a brutal attack in Hong Kong, your marriage with Kim Seokjin cracks as secrets begin to surface and a series of betrayals find their way into the veins of the Hidden Tigers. Although Jin’s devotion endures, in his own definition, the reality of being a mob wife may be too much for you to bear.

You loved your husband once. You yearned for his touches, his affectionate caresses that easily calmed your heart on troublesome days when you had no one to lean on. Kim Seokjin, underneath his pristine marble exterior, was someone that had ordinary dreams and ordinary needs. Despite proving himself to be worthy of his father’s seat, he spent his nights reading with you, telling you of stories his grandfather told him when he barely learned to walk.

That was the extent of his world that he lets you see. The drugs, the women, the disappearances, the killings – he wouldn’t let you get near it much less let you inquire about it unless you wanted to end up six feet under like the rest. He was adamant about keeping you in the shadows and for some time you were comfortable there. You welcomed his hand over your eyes as long as you can feel his warmth, his touch, hear his words.

Placing your hand over Jin’s eyes as he dozes off on your lap to shield the sunlight filtering through the round plane windows, you forced your mind to pull back the memories in which he’d been nothing but a kindred savior. It was with a heavy heart that you cannot remember a single moment in which your mind hasn’t been poisoned with images of other women. You can’t imagine his deep red leather jacket without thinking of how he must’ve let his mistresses slide the smooth leather off his shoulders. You can’t imagine his smile unless the person standing in front of him is not you but another woman that he made love to. The bitterness in your mouth cannot be swallowed no matter how many times you let your husband care for you – in sickness and in health – as the wedding vows say.

But are you any better? You shake your head.

What goes around, comes around; after all, marriage isn’t supposed to be easy.

Maybe Hoseok and Yoongi would also be bored once they’re done with you too. You used your position as the don’s wife to be with them, offered them expensive liquor, entertainment, friendship, and sex. Is it a crime to be selfish once in a while? Just like your husband had been?

Maybe it was the loneliness, the punishment of coming from two worlds, that left your marriage broken in half. You, the middle class nobody, and him, royalty in organized crime. Your mother-in-law was right about one thing in all the words she hissed in your ear – men do get bored.

“We will be arriving to Jeju International Airport in approximately thirty minutes.”

You look up at the intercom and then back down to your husband stirring in your lap, watching his hand slide up your arm to grasp your soft piano fingers laying over his eyes. He had the most beautiful hands in the world; long, skeletal, nails trimmed perfectly into crescent moons. Although weariness etched the sharp lines of his face, his hands remained soft, clean, and supple as you once remembered. One would not be able to see just how dirty those are just by admiring as you had. You’d convinced yourself years before that such hands cannot be the weapon behind bloodbaths and nightmares. He’d convinced you, very gradually through the years, that his fingers can easily wipe your tears away as much as they can wrap around your throat. What you’ve done with his two men can make the latter scenario easily come true.

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“Jin, please,” you exhale, burying your face in the crook of his warm, golden neck as you hold the steering wheel with one hand. The tips of your fingers on the wheel whiten when a tongue, heated and slippery, licks a stripe up your jaw and under the shell of your ear. You can feel his breath fan across your cool skin, tightening the coil deep in your belly that leaves your thighs rubbing each other. Jin acknowledges your deep exhales and soft whimpers with a low hum.

At this hour, security prowls. The school buildings are ocked from the outside, halting any activity for the day. Jin’s black Mercedes stays parked beside your dorm, hidden against the backdrop of the brick-red library building between thick ginkgo trees. A blanket of yellow gingko protects the autumn soil. His chauffeur, with a look of suppressed annoyance on his face, leans against the largest gingko tree near the library, kicking rocks into the darkness.

Jin had taken extra care to hide from peering eyes, even during late hours, knowing that there was a risk of academic expulsion lingering in the aroma of sweat and arousal. Jin could easily bribe the dean if security do happen to pass by; however, knowing how much of a goody-two-shoes you are, he’d rather avoid awakening his temper on such an important day. Letting his anger show in the early stage of the relationship isn’t the most ideal, especially for someone with multiple weapons in the trunk and a chauffeur standing outside ready to blow any skull at his command.

You aren’t sure how he was able to undo your seatbelt and drag you onto his lap, fingers roaming over every curve of your body as he brings your mouth to his. His strength comes so effortlessly that you feared he might knock you over with a single breath as if you weighed nothing but a feather. From underneath the curve of your heavy breasts to your violin hips, Jin explored, adored, embraced. It amused you that he often harbored a habit of using his strength as a fighter during the quietest, most fragile moments.

A squirrel passes through the blanket of gingko leaves outside, a rustle cutting through Jin’s low mumble. You break the kiss and cast a worried glance out the tinted windows as his hands travel up underneath the fabric of your dress. His palms, heavy of debauchery, grasp your warm thighs.

“W-We’re going to get caught.”

Jin suppresses a grin. “This is your birthday present. I took extra precautions to make sure we’re not interrupted.”

Once his hands reach between your thighs to rub your little wet pearl you flinch back, your hand on the wheel flying towards his Rolex-clad wrist to halt his probing. Even in the dark, Jin could see your face flushed as if you were bathed in summer heat, dripping innocence like sweat.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked with brows slightly furrowed, one hand stilled around your waist and another near your panties. A virgin, he realized. He should have taken you to a hotel and ordered a bottle of champagne to loosen your nerves. He could tell that although you were more than thrilled to be in his arms, you were deathly terrified of security crawling around the campus like roaches, hidden behind walls but very much alive, unfortunately.

“I-I’m sorry, I just haven’t…I mean I’ve never um,” you lift your head, daring to meet his knowing eyes, and curling back in cowardice once you feel his thumb rub small circles on your inner thighs. “I’m sorry.”

Jin smiles and removes his hands from your tense body, opting to instead trap your body between his torso and the wheel with both hands on the dashboard. His sculpted chest, hard against yours, rises and falls with deep controlled breathing. You’re temptation in the form of a woman. God, he would have given anything to hike up that cheap dress of yours around your waist and bury his cock deep in your dripping, untouched cunt. But he won’t let the evil laying dormant inside him come to life. He won’t pressure you. He will be a different person.

“Do I make you nervous?” He presses, eyes observing every micro-expression you make, hoping that he didn’t make you uncomfortable.

You shake your head, lying.

As if you haven’t answered, Jin asks again, lifting your chin. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

You glance down at your cotton eyelet dress and then to his aristocratic nose, unable to meet his gaze when he’d just touched you in a place you haven’t explored yourself. Just the smell of his fresh cologne – the scent of pine trees and soft musk – was making your toes curl in your flats and your stomach melt. A part of you wondered if he knew how intimidating he was with his massive wealth, sculpted figure, and curt manners, but then another part of you knew he must know if you couldn’t help but act like a shy child around him.

“I’ve been saving…um…I’ve been saving it,” you bite the inside of your cheeks, “for marriage.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you regret them. It sounded foolish, especially in the presence of a man who definitely had more than a few partners between the sheets. A spark of jealousy lights up your eyes.

Jin swallows a ball of saliva, breathing slightly deeper to keep his self-control in check. It was with utmost appreciation that he leaned forward and pressed his pillow soft lips to your forehead.

“I have to apologize…I assumed someone had already appreciated you before me…although the thought of another man touching you like this drives me crazy. I’m glad I’m your – no – I’m glad that I’ll be your first.” Jin chuckles against your skin, his warm breath inviting a fresh wave of goosebumps to rise, leaving you trembling. “I suppose this birthday present will have to wait until you marry me.”

Your fingers twist and turn on your lap. Your lungs felt like they were simultaneously filled with air and weighed down with rocks. You’re not sure if you were hot or cold, nervous or excited, filled with purity or sin as you contemplate sliding your panties down your knees and making him yours at his declaration. You longed to see his eyes burn through yours while you let him take you, feel his pulse inside and watch his lips curl. He talked of marriage with such ease that it made it seem like you were the one less committed into this odd coupling.

“I have an idea.” Jin says, holding his index finger to your lips.

You look up at him with confusion.

“Pretend it’s a candle,” he wags his finger, slightly crooked and long, over your lips. “Make a wish, as perverted as you want” – you giggle – “and I’ll make it true in the future.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” he returns the devious sparkle in your eyes with a grin.

You rub your hands together, eyes darting across the leather and wood interior and humming a low note in contemplation. You wondered if marriage and love were the same thing, if your parent’s marriage was love or simply just a union between two people with one, basic goal. You wondered if this will be your fate with Jin.

He’s made you feel like your feet deserved to be bathed in milk and honey. He’s made you feel like your words were all he wanted to listen to and that it carried weight in which he wears around his neck wherever he goes. Your wish came easy to you; no, you will not be like your mother, or your mother’s mother, or the women that came before them. You will be happy.

‘I wish he’ll be the first and last man I’ll ever love.’

You puff your cheeks and gently blow the tip of his finger.

“What did you wish for?”

You laugh, gently patting his crimson jacket. “If I tell you, it wouldn’t come true. But I’ll say it was a very, very naughty wish.”

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“We will be landing in approximately ten minutes, please be seated and secure the seatbelt around your waist.”

Jin props himself on his elbows – yawning first – and drags the seatbelt over your waist, tugging the gray polyester to make sure it was secure. It was rather loose around your abdomen but you don’t dare complain or else he would focus his pin-sharp eyes on how much weight you lost over the past few weeks. You were on the thinner side before, but now you were on the verge of looking sickly.

Jin wipes his face with the back of his hand and quietly settles next to you, strapping himself down on the reclined chair through the same manner. The way his hands move across the belts so quickly and with accuracy – you couldn’t feel more upset with how much it reminded you of Hoseok. Here you are sitting next to your husband who is taking you on a vacation and you sit there and think about another man’s touch. How could you let yourself stoop so low?

Yet, even when shame swallows you whole, Hoseok remains in your memory. The black ropes he used to bind your wrists behind your back, leaving you helpless as he wraps the remaining length around both of your ankles and spread you apart for his enjoyment. Hoseok always had a habit of observing the most embarrassing parts of your body with the tips of his fingers; from your puckered ass to your swollen clit, to the supple swells of your slightly uneven breasts and your armpit adorned with a patch of black curls, he brushes his fingers over your skin with the gentleness of an impressionist painter. Your mercurial lover would then settle himself between your legs, fingers and lips and nose gently tugging your transparent panties to the side as he glares at your blushing cheeks with hellbent fury.

Something heavy hangs over the Hong Kong bedroom; Hoseok can ruin your body, but he couldn’t have you.

No matter how many times he restrains you, binds you to the bed, the couch, the dining table, the shower pole, it was Seokjin’s ring on your finger that will bound you for life like a prisoner chained to her crimes. One of these days, Hoseok will have to untie the rope around your heart.

“Do you remember the night I turned nineteen?”

Jin weaves his fingers with yours, thumb running over your knuckles. “When we celebrated in my car?”

You nod.

“You made a birthday wish,” Jin smiles at nothing, eyes glazed before he turns to look at the back of your head as you stare out the window to your right, watching the plane descend until you can see tall glass buildings lining the horizon. Your willingness to engage in a positive conversation for the first time since the incident pleased him.

“Did it ever come true?”

You continue staring, continuing to breathe through your nose and out through your mouth. Steady, steady.

You love him so much it leaves you gasping and panting for air. Your savior, your violent, hot-tempered lover with a heart of a boy that followed a poisoned path to survive. The man you would have married if you had met him first – your Jung Hoseok.

You turn to answer your husband. “No, I don’t think it did.”

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The path to the Jeju villa is inlaid with cobblestones and moss. The smell of salt in the air – so distinct to the Jeju beach you once loved – did more for your hyperactive nerves than Jin’s guiding arm. Two gardeners bowed on your way to the mahogany doors, heavy with geometric carvings and enamel. The brick building, reminding you so much of your old university library, felt immediately like home despite evidence of new furniture lining the garden with brown paper boxes.

Jin helps you up the front concrete stairs and you slip through the crack in the door, quickly taking in your surroundings with your breath held. Inside the house, a staircase winds up to two branches of the east and west wing containing guest bedrooms, master bedrooms, and storage closets. The downstairs living room is filled with plastic-coated furniture, no doubt abandoned while Jin worked and you were kept prisoner in Hong Kong. Your wedding photo hangs, grand and proud, above an antique vase collection. No doubt Jin’s doing.

“What do you think?” Your husband asks, brushing his hands up and down your shoulders while he maneuvered you towards a red velvet couch near the marble stairs. He sounded excited, ecstatic even.

“It’s beautiful-” you rub your palms over the upholstery – “it reminds me of our honeymoon.”

A satisfied grin stretches Jin’s face. You must’ve said exactly what he wanted to hear.

Walking towards the window, Jin tugs the curtains open and unlatches the glass doors. He lets fresh air inside, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly to savor the fresh air that he longed for back in Gangnam. This vacation will do wonders for his marriage, he can feel it in his bones.

He leans forward, one hand on the glass while the other grips the window frame. A car beeps in the distance and he watches as a Mercedes roll into the front yard, the gardeners jogging to unlatch the gates once more. He stares, eyes trained on the two men conversing in the car, continuing their conversation as they slide out of the doors. They unlocked the trunk with a flick of a wrist and throw their luggage on the floor, letting the gardeners worry about the rest.

“I forgot to mention,” he turns back to you. “I’m…what happened in Hong Kong was my fault. I didn’t provide you with the protection that I promised in my vows.”

You stay quiet. There are voices in the distance, but none you can make out. There are multiple men speaking, one louder than the rest. Who could they be?

Your husband steps behind the couch and rests his hands on your shoulders. His thumb brushes over the soft cotton straps of your white summer dress.

“I contemplated changing my men, but I assume you’re quite accustomed to having Min and Jung around.”

You tense underneath his hands, momentarily halting his words. Yet, before you can breathe properly, Jin continues speaking.

“I think you might sleep better knowing they’re around to watch our villa closely. They’ll be right below us in the basement throughout the week and in a house nearby for night-watching.”

The front door screeches as a hand pushes through the door.

“I know it can be bothersome to have them around, sweetheart. But I want you to rest safely, okay? I want you to feel protected, not suffocated.”

Jin cups your face and brings your gaze towards him. Something flickers behind his dark irises, but you can’t bring yourself to think about why the air had suddenly changed around them. It took some time before you realized your husband wanted a reaction, and so you offer him a shy nod, leaning into his hand not for affection but to hide your panicked eyes.

“Master Kim, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

If the world can break apart and swallow you whole at this moment, you would take the chance. You tremble, scrunching your eyebrows as if you’re in pain and then releasing all tension on your shoulder to avoid Jin’s questioning gaze. It’s insane how his voice could make you crumble like a dandelion in the wind. It’s also insane that you could barely contain your heart while your husband is right behind you, his hands still on your shoulders, his eyes locked on your lovers.

Hoseok did not smile, nor did he seem to carry any expression on his usually expressive face. He nods when Jin tells him that he arrived on time.

“I hope you’re recovering well, miss.” Hoseok bows slightly in acknowledgement. You return the bow, brows scrunched as you wonder why Yoongi looked so bleak standing next to him, staring ahead at Seokjin.

“I am, thank you-“ your eyes find his through a sea of longing, “-Hoseok.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer. Hoseok’s ears purred at the sound, so sweet and melodic as he remembered.

Clapping his hands together, Jin circles around the couch and sits next to you, taking your cold, clammy hands between his large palms. He taps his feet a few times, turning his head around the grand villa with measuring eyes.

“You already know how tight I want security to be while my wife is here,” he emphasizes. Your husband sounded different as the head of the Kim family. He didn’t sound like the man you married.

“Hoseok will take the east villa and Yoongi will take the west. I’ll leave the cabin schedule up to you. I’m sure you’ve seen the blueprints and know where to stay, am I correct?”

“Yes, Master Kim,” the two men nod.

“That being said, I expect no mistakes this time. If you suspect anything report back to me immediately and move her to a safe place. I’ll permit calling for backup as long as there is a feeling for concern.”

Yoongi nods, noting your nervous glance between your fist curled in Jin’s hands and Hoseok’s steel cold gaze. He suspected that you were not aware of Jin’s plans to tighten security enough that no one enters and exits the beach without Jin’s direct permission. This was not much of a vacation but rather a method to test out security measures, test the waters to see if the Bears are bold enough to attack again. With Jin near, it would be impossible for someone to have the balls to get to him. But then again, they got to you in Hong Kong. Anything is possible at this point.

“Min?”

Yoongi’s head snaps up to meet Jin’s gaze, parting with the bruises that remain on your legs.

“Come up to my study for a bit. There are some matters I need to discuss with you.”

Hoseok stares straight ahead, bowing when Jin stands and leads Yoongi up the staircase towards the large office room in the west wing.

“Stay with her,” Jin orders with his head cocked back towards his most trusted security personnel. You look up at your husband, seeing him send a reassuring smile your way, and continue up the stairs.

It was only when the footsteps disappear at last that you could finally look at Hoseok, admire the strength radiating off his body, see the shadow of his tattoos just underneath the collar of his pressed button-down. Not much has changed in the past few weeks except for the two, deep eyebags underneath his piercing eyes. His hair is slightly longer now, falling to his angular cheekbones, a little damp with sweat and smelling faintly of cigarette smoke you imagine. You just want to wrap yourself around him, bury your face in his neck, and feel his arms around you lifting you higher and higher, until you disappear.

But you can’t. Because you’re here not as you, but as Seokjin’s wife in need of protection and peace.

Hoseok keeps his fists at his side as you tug at your hair tie wrapped around your wrist. The brown elastic snaps to attention, falling over your knuckles and laying between your fingers. You lift the accessory towards him.

“Can you help me tie my hair?” You cast your eyes down at the polished flooring. “I can’t lift my arms very well.”

At first, your lover doesn’t move. He must be upset, you thought. He must be offended, having to bow down to Seokjin in front of you.

Then, he walks up to you, taking the hair tie from your fingers on his way and settles behind the couch where you sit. His long fingers snake across your shoulders, where Jin’s hands were, and massages lightly. He brushes your hair behind your ears, watching you shudder and your breathing deepen. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes when his calloused hands rub your pulse ever so slowly.

He glanced at the front door, opened just enough that anyone passing by can simply look inside and see the boss’s wife enjoying another man’s touch. Gardeners scramble across the front lawn, a car beeps, luggages are dropped; chaos, chaos, chaos.

“I thought of you constantly,” you whimper when Hoseok places a tender kiss just underneath your left ear. He weaves his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands back him. “I missed you.”

He gathers your hair in one hand, holding the short strands in a fist. “Did I ruin your marriage?”

Hoseok pulls your hair through the elastic band, twisting the band twice and pulling through once more to tighten its hold. His hand stays still on the nape of your neck, holding you, keeping you grounded.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

You shake your head once more, exhaling. “No, Hobi.”

“Tell me what you want.”

Your lips part but no words come out. There is no sound, no tender words, no reassurances. The ring on your finger glistens in the golden hour.

You can’t bring yourself to make a choice.

Not when Jin smiled at you as he made up the stairs like the day you married him. Not when Yoongi stands next to the man you love, looking worried enough to faint while you barely noticed the fresh needle marks on his arm. You couldn’t bring yourself to be selfish. Not here, not now.

You’re not truly sure when you can tell Hoseok you love him, that you choose him, that you can’t bear the thought of being with anyone else.

But you trust that Hoseok knows, deep down.

That’s all you can hope for after all.

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vesuviannights · 4 years

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Lucio x Reader x Julian. 🍋🍋

AFAB reader, she/her.

You ask your two lovers to indulge you in yet another one of your wild and curious kinks. Julian loves a good experiment and Lucio will never back down from a fight, so you know what that means...it’s time to get a genital piercing!

Featuring: piercing kink, pain kink, poly fun, magical orgasm denial

Of all the strange things you have ever wanted to try, they have never once said no. Julian prided himself on research and preparation, and Lucio at being adventurous in every way he knew, and so you have always been given chances to try out new and exciting things.

This, perhaps, was the first one you thought they might raise even just a tiny eyebrow at.

But they hadn’t.

Julian had researched, Lucio had prepared, and before long it was evening, and you were leaning back against Lucio’s bare chest with his fingers massaging your scalp, your knees bent and legs spread for Julian to lay on his stomach between.

Your own stomach is fluttering, and you still don’t know if you want to see it or not.

Whether you wanted a countdown. Whether you would prefer to be surprised.

Your body is no help, of course. As nervous as your mind is, you are already dripping and wet and aching, your arousal creating a wet stain on the sheets beneath you as your thighs tremble and clench.

Julian is busy preparing the necessary equipment. There is a small selection of tools laid out on the bed by your feet, methodically organised in the order they will be used. Clean cloths, clamps, needles, and the tiny little bar Lucio had pouted and whined and groaned for an entire day about being allowed to pick out.

Of course, he had chosen a gold one. It had a red jewel at the top end and a tiny little crown at the base, with an extra-long bar to assist with the swelling.

“Are you ready, dearest?” Julian asks. He places a hand to the inside of your thigh, cool and soothing as he waits for your response.

You exhale and nod.

Never wanting to be left out, Lucio nuzzles into the side of your head, your jaw. His hands smooth up your sides and around to your chest, where they cup and massage your bare breasts with movements a little too firm to be unintentional.

“I can perfectly see how wet you are from here,” he murmurs, eyes raking down your body. “But what else can we expect from our little masochist? Of course you’d nearly be coming from the mere thought of getting your clit pierced. I wonder how you’ll react when it actually happens?”

You whimper and squirm, your hips shunting forward a little on the mattress, looking for a little something more. Julian’s hands snap out to protect his tools, and he throws Lucio a look.

“Did you cast that glorious spell of yours?” Lucio asks, completely oblivious to Julian’s silent death threats.

Your jaw goes tight, and he has his answer: yes, you cast the spell. No matter how desperate you are, or how turned on you become, you will not come. Your body won’t allow it.

“Last check, my love,” Julian says.

You meet his gaze. He has a curiosity there, shadows lingering in the depths of his eyes that say he is equal parts thrilled to help you in another adventure, to be the one in charge of you, and also to see exactly how you respond, a new experiment he can analyse.

But what is there most of all: fondness. Love. You trust him to do this, you have chosen him to do it and given him the honour of it, and that will always overpower any other part of him that feels anything for you.

“Do it,” you tell him, with a short nod.

He sets to work immediately, a calm focus settling over his features.

He takes a piece of cotton and wets it with a clear liquid from a nearby bottle. In warning, he soothes you with a hand to the inside of your thigh, then swipes it over your skin, the clit and the surrounding areas.

You keen and jump, more from the sensation than the sting, though you’ve never shied away from a bit of unexpected pain.

Lucio kisses your neck, soft and slow and open-mouthed.

You watch as Julian repeats the process for extra sterility. He glances up at you, and you can see the flush of his cheeks; as clinical as he is trying to be, this is definitely getting to him as much as it is you.

Next, he takes a set of clamps. You watch as he isolates the hood and pinches it between them.

You groan, then laugh, then cover your face.

“Something wrong?” Lucio taunts.

Yeah, you want to fucking come—and you tell him so.

He tuts at you. “No reward with that attitude.”

And so the process continues.

Julian turns to pick up a curved needle with his gloved fingers; his tongue catches between his teeth as he leans close, positioning the tip. You can feel the point of it against you, sharp and ready to—

You cry out, entire body tensing as he pushes it in and through.

Lucio’s arms tighten around you, his feet hooked around your ankles, and your world goes black in every sense of the word, the only thing you’re aware of is the little sparks of agonising pleasure reaching out through every nerve in your body

You’re panting, your body is rioting. You barely feel it as Julian removes the clamps, leaving the curved needle in its place.

“I—” You shudder. “I need to come—please—pleaaasseeee—"

Tears are streaking down your cheeks. It’s almost too much, the pain and the pressure, knowing you could have come a thousand times over if only you hadn’t made it impossible.

“Almost done, my love,” Julian murmurs. He soothes the inside of your thigh again, this time with his lips, his fingertips holding the bar.

He moves then, sliding the needle out as he pushes the bar in. It catches a little, and you hiss and whine, and he apologises with another kiss.

And then it’s done, and you’re still panting and squirming, teeth clenched so tight they might crack at any moment.

Lucio is laughing in your ear. You can feel something wet dribbling down the cleft of your ass, and you realise that he has come, his cock leaking all over your lower back and itself at the sight and feel of you twisting and writhing.

He scrapes his teeth along your shoulder, thanking you.

“Do you know what this means, kitten?” He asks.

You’re nearly too delirious to answer, but he saves you the trouble of having to ask for clarification.

His hand cups one of your breasts, fingers tweaking the nipple—already pierced from your activities a few weeks prior. Still more than a little sensitive. The pain shoots through you to every nerve ending, and you curse at him.

Julian has shifted his items aside, including the new cotton he had used to do a final clean of you while you were busy writhing in Lucio’s arms.

“Oh, I would love to know what it means,” Julian purrs, climbing up your body to occupy the side of your neck that Lucio isn’t already nuzzling into.

“It means,” Lucio pauses to sigh, a little pitched and entirely mocking. “That our precious kitten, our wonderful little dove, our pain-obsessed little harlot—”

Simultaneously, they sink their teeth into a shoulder each. You cry out and bow against them, but the joined weight of them has you pinned.

“—won’t be able to do anything with that piercing of hers for quite a few weeks.”

“Aftercare is so important, of course.”

“And with these ones on her perfect fucking nipples being so fresh, too…”

“Oh, who knows if she’s going to come over the next few weeks, even without her magic stopping it?”

You spit out a curse, and then when you begin to murmur under your breath the words needed to reverse what you had done to yourself, Julian slaps a hand over your mouth to silence you.

You throw him a look, one that should burn but only serves to make his lips spread into a slow grin.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolds you. “Where’s the fun in doing that?”

You huff, but you don’t fight back. He removes his hand a few moments later to kiss you, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, slow and soft and soothing.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he pulls back; there’s an anxious lilt in his voice, as though afraid you’ll say it was awful, that he didn’t do well.

You assure him you’re okay.

You tell him he did well.

You thank him.

And honestly, watching his three states of being—pleased, submissive, dominant—cross his features in such a short time span is almost enough to have you coming again.

Or at least trying to, and failing.

“I need my evening bath,” Lucio murmurs. “Are you coming in?”

“I’ll clean up,” Julian says. “I’ll join you in a moment.”

You stand, hissing a little as your weight shifts and the skin around your new piercing moves with it.

Lucio just grins wickedly, enjoying every moment of it as he escorts you to the bathroom.

You know the moment it’s safe to play with, he will be down there for hours, tugging and twisting and suckling, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

Part of you is terrified.

But most of you? Most of you is already thinking about where your next piercing might go.

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themadlostgirl · 5 years

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Peter Pan Won’t Fail (2/2)

*Finally got part two!*

Prompt: Modern Reader ends up on the Neverland from her favorite tv show Once Upon A Time and proves to be very helpful. (Part 1)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: language

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Months passed since I first showed up on Neverland. While most of my time was spent with me cataloging everything I knew from Once Upon A Time the show I did get some other hobbies. I got to learn how to fight, an endeavor that resulted in many bruises and a dislocated shoulder. I explored the island and got closer to the Lost Boys. I met Tinkerbell but Peter forbid me from telling her anything about what I know. He was rightfully pissed that Tink betrays him in the future.

Speaking of the future I was still on the fence about my involvement in it. I tried to rationalize it away. Convince myself that these people weren’t necessarily real and so had no actual input on anything. Most days I could ignore it. Other days not so much. I hate debating my choices in morally compromising situations.

During the night Peter straightened and fell quiet suddenly. I waited to see what he was doing when he smiled. “New souls entered the island. Could it be the boy?”

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Should be.” I took a deep breath, “The games begin.”

Peter called Felix and some of the other boys and sent them off to find Henry and the two adults he came with. This is happening. This is actually happening now. I’m in the plot of the show.

“Y/N--” A hand dropped onto my shoulder and I jumped a foot in the air.

“Nervous are we?” Peter teased, “If your information is correct then there is nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know.” I shrugged his hand off, “I guess a part of me didn’t believe in all of this deep down. I mean, for years I watched these characters and wanted them to get their happily ever afters. I loved you as a villain and stuff but if they hadn’t defeated you then everything would have been for nothing. All the people I cheered for...gone. Now that it’s happening for real I--I guess I feel guilty.”

“Is that so?” his eyes narrowed. “Losing our nerve are we? I thought you wanted us to win. To change the story.”

“Yeah…”

He towered over me, that once teasing glint now a cold stare. “Are you going to be a problem? I would hate to have to go back on my word and lock you in a cage until after I have the heart.”

“No! I promise! I’m fine!” I tried in vain to stop my shaking hands, “I’m on your side. I want you to win. I want you to live.”

“Good.” he wrapped an arm around me and started ushering me deeper into the jungle, “Then you won’t mind taking on a special role in the proceedings. Won’t you?”

“Of course not.” I relaxed at his touch, “What did you have in mind?”

“Deliver this,” he produced a straw doll and placed it in my hands, “to Rumple for me when he gets here.”

I tucked the doll away. “Not a problem.”

“There’s my Lost Girl.” he traced a finger across my cheek, “Now you say I need to keep my shadow confined to the island?”

“Not unless you want Baelfire running around and teaming up with Rumple to get Henry back. It’ll make things easier without another person to interfere but I think our real worry is Regina. She’ll go to hell and back for her son and was labeled the Evil Queen for a reason. Murder isn’t something she’ll abstain from.”

“Good thing we don’t either.”

I waited in the camp while Peter and the boys collected Henry. When they returned Peter nodded to me and I went out on my own mission to find Rumple. I really hope that this goes like with Felix and that he doesn’t just immediately try to kill me.

I wandered around until I saw a figure in a clearing. Okay. I can do this. I walked closer and he turned to me, his calm demeanor shifting into confusion when he saw me. “You’re not who I was expecting to see.”

“I know.” I kept my hands clasped behind my back so he couldn’t see them shaking. “I’m just here to deliver a message of welcome. Seeing as how you’re here for Henry though that makes you Peter’s enemy so not really a welcome I suppose.”

“Who are you?” he scanned me from head to toe, “You’re not from here. A strange magic swirls around you. You’re not meant to be here, are you?”

“I shouldn’t be here but it isn’t going to stop the fact that I am.” I pulled out the straw doll and tossed it to him, “You can’t see the future here but I do. Spoiler alert, you don’t win.”

Rumple picked up the doll with tears in his eyes. It might have been sad if I wasn’t simultaneously terrified of the man and the power he wields before me.

“Who are you?” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Who are you!”

“I’m the tipping point.” I grinned as a new feeling started to emerge. Sadism that I had never known before. That delight in seeing him crumpled on the ground trying in vain to cover the sobs escaping from him. Pain that I caused just by handing him a little doll.

When I got back to camp I found Peter immediately and told him about my meeting with Rumple. “Sounds like you did very well, my Lost Girl.” he pulled me closer, “You’re having fun now, aren’t you?”

“So much fun.” my heart fluttered wildly in my chest.

“And the fun will only continue. But it is getting rather late so we’ll return to the game in the morning.” Peter took one of my hands and brought it up to his lips to kiss and wink at me. “Goodnight, Lost Girl.” he said and walked off towards his tent leaving me dumbfounded and gaping like a fool in the middle of the camp.

The pleasant buzz clouding my mind started to abate. That boy is slowly dissolving my moral compass and I can’t find myself to be upset about it. Not when he did such things like that.

What good were ethics when you lived here anyways? How could guilt help me survive? Why save one boy I do not know from Adam when I needed to save someone who meant something to me?

Over the months I’ve spent here Peter Pan has come to mean something to me. He means survival. He means adventure. He means laughter. He means...he means happiness. He may even mean something more that I daren’t believe possible. Maybe I’m just being stupid. Maybe I’m letting all the damn fanfiction I read obscure what is true. Maybe all I am is a means to an end and once he is cured then every promise he made will be forfeit. This time next week I may very well even be dead.

Right now though...right in this moment I am alive. I am here. I am a Lost Girl and when Peter Pan looks at me my heart skips a beat. Even if it is all just an act or an illusion I want to be happy. I want to pretend that this is where I am meant to be.

With that dream in my head I went to my own tent and fell asleep to await the rest of the events of this week.

And so it was a strange couple of days. With my advice and foresight things were going much smoother. Maybe not as fun as Peter would have liked but in this case he wouldn’t die. That’s all that matters in the end really.

If things remain as they are then there will be nothing to worry about. Wendy was confined and kept on high guard so that none of the others could intercept what she knew. I didn’t like the idea of keeping her prisoner still and negotiated to have her returned to her brothers in Storybrooke after we had won. My one good deed amongst all my other rather abhorrent dealings since coming here.

Neal wasn’t on the island. Rumple had been duped by Peter’s shadow disguised as Belle and had been returned to Storybrooke. Peter had taken Tinkerbell’s heart and forbade her from helping heroes. We found Baelfire’s old hideaway and taken everything of use out. A group of Lost Boys had found the Jolly Roger per my instructions and sailed it far off into the ocean. There was only one single row boat on the island and it was with Peter. He should be heading to Skull Rock right about now with Henry.

It’ll all be over soon.

I was taking a walk through the jungle singing softly. The only loose end was Emma, Regina, Snow, David, and Hook. I had yet to see any of them and was hoping to keep it that way. If I did run into them then I had a very specific job that Peter entrusted to me.

“The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound her in her bones.” I sung, “The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam.”

“Yo ho, all hands hoist the colors high.” a voice answered from the darkness, “Heave ho, thieves and beggars. Never shall we die.”

A gust of wind pushed me down to the ground and held me there. “What do we have here?”

“Damn,” I hissed in pain. A bunch of people started to gather around me. “I should have stayed in the camp.”

“Where is Henry?” One of them demanded but in the dark it was hard to tell who.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you are the adults looking for Henry? Emma? Regina? Hook?”

“You know her?” A feminine voiced asked.

“Never seen her before. Outside of Tinkerbell and the mermaids I had never met another girl on the island.” Definitely Captain Hook.

“If you let me up I will take questions.” I told them. The invisible weight pinning me down lessened and I stood up. Sure enough it was the heroes that had found me. It is so weird seeing them and knowing that they aren’t just actors right now.

“Who are you? Where is my son?” Emma demanded.

“My name is Y/N.” I told them. It is now time to put my encyclopedic knowledge of Once Upon a Time and ability to lie out of my ass to the test. “Your son is no longer on the island.”

“What? What do you mean?” I had multiple weapons pointed at me. “Where is Henry?”

“Storybrooke.” I fished the magic bean Peter had given me out of my pocket, “I snagged these off of Pan. Gave one to Henry to go home.”

“Why should we believe you? You could be lying.”

“But I’m not. I came here to save him since in my world you lot fail.”

“What are you talking about?” Regina edged closer with a fireball.

“Okay, long story short I come from a land where all of this,” I gestured to the jungle, “And all of you are part of a TV show. This is the Neverland arc. People argue it was one of the last good ones before things started going off the rails.”

“I’ve been through a lot but even that doesn’t sound real.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Henry’s father is a man named Neal, Rumplestiltskin’s son, previously known as Baelfire. He was tricked into an engagement with a woman named Tamara whom you suspected. When you went to search their room you had Henry stand guard outside and to bump against the door if anyone came.” I said and she backed off. “Too specific an instance?”

“Henry could have told you that--”

“Snow here had a one night stand with Doctor Frankenstein and Charming punched him in the face after the curse was broken when he found out. Do you think Henry knows that one?” I cocked an eyebrow at them. It was really hard not to laugh in that instance since Snow and David looked extremely uncomfortable with the reminder.

The others started to back off but Hook kept his sword trained on me, “And you...what can I say to you? You and Pan are well informed but I know something that not even he does.”

“What, pray tell, is that?” he snarled.

“You know lullabies. One at least. Your mother used to sing it. Her name was Alice.” I answered. If the Hyperion Heights arc did anything right it was giving us Colin O’Donoghue dressed as Captain Hook singing lullabies to a squishy little baby.

“How did--”

“Now do you all believe me? I know how this story goes and I am changing how it ends. That way you idiots can win and not let your son die this time.”

“We...we fail?” Snow looked heartbroken.

“Not this time.” I held out the bean to them, “Henry is already home. He’s waiting for you. Why do you think I’m out here singing sea shanties? I was hoping one of you would hear me so I could pass this on.”

“And what do you get out of this?” Regina asked.

“I get to watch a happy ending instead of a sad one. I mean, there is a bunch of bull that the show goes through to bring Henry back like two episodes later but this is much faster and hopefully not as convoluted.” It was actually kind of amazing how effortlessly the lies were flowing out of me.

“Great, if we can just get back to the ship then--”

“The ship isn’t there anymore.” I sighed, “Like immediately after you all got here Pan finds the ship and sets it on fire.”

“WHAT!” Hook shouted, “My--my ship!”

“Yeah...sorry, couldn’t do anything about that one.”

“What about, Gold? Can we just leave without him?”

“He’s currently in a magical fight to the death with Pan on Skull Rock where they will most likely kill each other. Considering all the crap he’s pulled in the past against all of you I say we leave them to it. Yeah?”

The adults exchanged uneasy glances before nodding. “Great. Now off you go. Say hi to Henry for me.” I dropped the bean on the ground and they all fell through back to Storybrooke.

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out in relief. “That was a lot more work than it should have been. I could have just as easily thrown it at their feet the second I was up but no. I had to go on a Once Upon a Time trivia binger. At least they’re gone and can’t intervene anymore.”

I looked around at the empty jungle and sighed, “And the talking to myself has increased by double. Nice. I’m gonna get out of here.”

I stood over the cliff looking over Skull Rock to wait. Hopefully my advice didn’t work against Henry’s belief in Peter. If things go wrong then we are all screwed. Time ticked by at a torturous pace. I was starting to think that we had failed again when I saw something fly out from Skull Rock.

Peter! He did it! We won! We won!

As if sensing my excitement he flew straight to where I was waiting and landed in front of me. Before I could react he scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. “Hello, Lost Girl,” Peter was smiling like a madman, “I did it.”

“I noticed.” I chuckled as he set me down once more, “No trouble on your end?’

“None whatsoever. Henry was only to eager to hand over his heart to me. Now I am all powerful.” Peter floated off the ground a few inches to prove his point, “No loose ends on your front?”

“None. The heroes are trapped in their world and you have the heart. There’s nothing they can do.” I was practically bouncing from excitement.

He settled back on the ground. His excitement was mellowing out and I could see the gears turning in his head. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. Some of my fear started to creep back in but I squashed it down. “This is an alternate timeline now, we’ll just have to write our own story from here on out.”

“Our?” Peter cast his eyes to me once more. I let myself believe there may have been fondness in them.

“Yes. What good is an all powerful king of Neverland without a queen to tell him he’s doing it wrong?” I smirked at him.

“I knew I was gonna like you.” he pulled me flush against him, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

“Peter Pan never fails.” I whispered, our faces a breath apart.

He kissed me so intensely I felt the earth shudder around me. “Damn right.”

#gonna let you decide whether his feelings are legitimate or not #partner or pawn?#ouat peter pan #peter pan ouat #ouat #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #request #neverland

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arthurmergan · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

After many people asked me to do a continuation of Honor, I decided to go ahead and write it! This one can be read independently but I do suggest reading part one. You can read that here

Word count: 3k

Warnings: very passionate and descriptive smut

Honor (part two)

In the wonderful weeks that followed, you and Arthur had developed a beautiful, slow paced relationship. For a while, it was unofficial. The flirting skyrocketed and the tension grew more obvious with every moment you spent near each other. One night when the moon glowed brighter than usual, and everything felt right, Arthur told you how much he really loved you, and officially asked you to be his, making you feel complete. You two, of course, tried to keep it private. Although, most people thought you were only sleeping together, the complete opposite of what was truly going on behind closed doors, or tents. You were still a virgin, and Arthur was willing to wait as long as you needed.

“You’re worth it, y/n” he would always remind you.

You were once faced with a difficult situation regarding the secrecy of your relationship when you were approached by Dutch, asking for time alone with you. If you were only having sex with Arthur, as everyone thought, surely there’d be no problem sleeping with others. But again, this was not the truth. To Dutch’s surprise, Arthur very sternly put him in his place. This put quite the strain on their relationship. But again, Arthur assured you,

“You’re worth it, y/n”.

This altercation forced Arthur to announce to everyone, knowing word would get around, that the two of you were in a serious relationship.

That was a week ago. Today, It was a calm, pleasant day at camp. The sun was shining directly above you, a good indication that it was approaching noon. Most people were still sleeping, just waking up, or lazily enjoying the clear, breezy day. Arthur fell into the category of those who were still snoozing off the previous night. Although the sun crept itself onto Arthur’s relaxed face through the wide opening in your tent, he remained at rest. You sat on the ground next the bed, watching his chest gently rise and fall, admiring the sound of his peaceful breathing. You had your own tent, but you often fell asleep in his arms in his tent.

You studied the lining of his jaw that was speckled with thick stubble, yet still so soft. His lips were ever so slightly parted. You smile to yourself and turn your attention back to those few who wandered around the camp. You flashed a few smiles here and there to others in passing, but mostly took in the scenery surrounding you. You became so lost in your thoughts you were slightly startled by Arthur’s voice.

“Hey sweetheart” His voice was gruff and sleepy and so adorable. You turn around to look at his tired smile and head still rested on his pillow.

“Good morning, Arthur” You softly reply. “It’s a beautiful day and you’re lazy butt is just sleeping it away”

“Get over here, you” He chuckles and pulls the covers back with enough room for you to snuggle back in there with him. You happily oblige.

You place your back to him, asserting yourself as the little spoon.

“You might um-” Arthur begins. Before he finishes his statement, you feel a bulge press against your ass. You were pleased to feel this but you assumed Arthur was embarrassed. “It’s ya know, ‘cause I just woke up, is all” he tries to explain himself.

“Hush” You attempt to shut him up. You grind your hips back into him, causing him to groan quietly. You tease him further and rotate your hips slightly. One of your favorite things to do was tease him relentlessly.

“Darlin” He growled and pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. You turned to face him, planning to act on something you’d considered for a while.

“I want you, Arthur” You whispered. “I want you to make love to me”. His eyes widened happily. His mind was racing and it was obvious to you. You were so nervous to even bring it up, but he was never going to be pushy about it, so you had to make the first move.

“R-right now?” He stutters.

“Well, I mean, if that’s okay” You shyly respond. He smiles ear to ear and looks away, then back to you.

“Oh it’s more than okay, Y/N, but” Arthur pauses and sits up in bed, “I want to get myself cleaned up for you first. It’s your first time, you deserve for it to be special”

You melt at this gesture and feel relief knowing that he wanted to do this as well. Arthur runs his fingers through his messy hair then reaches for your hand, pulling it to his lips and planting a kiss softly on your fingers.

“I’ve just been thinking about it a lot recently and...I know that I’m ready” You say.

“Tonight” He replies, “Are you okay with doing that here?” He inquires as if he was asking himself simultaneously. You nod your head in approval to which he positively replies with a nod as well. You kiss him on closed lips quickly before rising to your feet.

“Then I will see you tonight, Mr. Morgan” You smile and exit his tent slowly, closing the flap partially behind you.

You had spent the day letting your nerves get the best of you and over thinking the endless possibilities of what could happen tonight. You decided to confide in someone and finally speak the truth about being a virgin. Abigail seemed experienced enough and you were glad you chose to trust her. She gave you advice on how to please a man and what to expect to feel during your first time.

“I can’t believe you and Arthur aint never done it before! Y’all had everyone believing y’all were at it all the time” She was surprised when you originally admitted it.

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh nervously. “It kind of became a game after a while but then when we actually got serious together, I was afraid, because I have no experience at all”.

She places her hand on your shoulder. “I was just a little younger than you when I lost my virginity. It wasn’t special or anything. But it will be for you.”

You then both notice Arthur, walking past you in the distance and turn to look at him in sync. He was wearing a very nice outfit that you’d only ever seen him in one other time in your life. He had just bathed, you could tell. His hair was beautifully combed back and despite how sharp he appeared, you could sense his nervousness from his body language across the way.

“Oh he looks so nice. Did he get all dressed up like that just for you?” Abigail whispered although no one was close enough to hear.

“Looks like he did” You say and smile uncontrollably. “I washed up earlier today, but I didn’t know what to wear” You say disappointingly and look down at your clothes.

“You look great, I love that dress. Arthur will too. But he’ll like it better once its off of you” Abigail says and winks. You both laugh.

As the sun got lower your nerves arose. Your conversation with Abigail concludes and the sun just barely crept over the horizon now. Most of the gang were generally distracted for the night and you decided it was a good time to go to him. Your stomach was tied in knots and your legs trembled subtly with every step. You were so excited and so terrified at the same time. As you get near, you see Arthur leaning against his tent. He seemed to be lost in thought and only noticed you approach as you got nearer.

“Wow...you look...beautiful” He seemed damn near speechless. You looked normal at most, but he was still amazed somehow.

“Thank you Arthur, you look very handsome yourself” You reciprocate the compliment. You kept reminding yourself to calm down and steady your hands. Just in time, too, because Arthur grabbed them delicately and led you into his tent. This time he closed it completely, for obvious reasons. There was a lantern placed on his table that provided enough light to see but little enough to create a romantic atmosphere.

Arthur wasted no time initiating the events to follow. He approached you hesitantly, displaying signs of anxiousness again. He smiles at you and minimizes the distance between you two standing in the middle of his tent. You felt like you were awkward, not knowing what to do with your hands. He raises his palm to your flushed cheek and rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone. He leans into you slowly, as if he’s never kissed you before, and places his ready lips upon yours. As both your lips move gracefully together, you feel yourself begin to relax. Arthur repositions his idle arm to wrap around your waist and pulls you into his warm body, leaving no space between you two. Your tongues meet, increasing the passion of the kiss. He shuffles his feet toward his bed, keeping his grip on you so that you move together. He faces your back toward the bed and lays you down gently before hovering over you, only breaking your kiss for a moment.

His hands traveled to your neck and gently caressed your collarbone. He removes his lips from yours and presses them against your open neck. You moan so softly, having your mouth now bare. Arthur sprinkled kisses all over your chest above the line of your dress. It took so little from Arthur for you to become incredibly aroused. You felt a warmth form between your legs you were familiar with, although it was never acted upon. Your fingers fiddle with the buttons on your vest before he notices.

“Let me, Y/N” He whispers into your ear and continues what your trembling fingers began. He pulls your vest off slowly and works on pulling your dress off your shoulder. You lift your body and help him slide it to your feet, leaving your body more exposed than you’d ever been in front of a man. You felt so self conscious but you couldn’t let that ruin the moment. He removed his own shirt before you were given a chance to and left his broad, hairy chest open to you. You placed your hands on him and admired his masculine shape.

Through a few more kisses, and traveling curious hands, Arthur removed your undergarments. You were absolutely nude now and you look away from him shyly. Arthur does not take notice of this and moves himself back to get a thorough look at your body. He released a low growl from his throat in appreciation for your figure. You felt a chill cascade over the surface of your skin.

“My god, y/n, you are perfect” He praises you. You chuckle quietly and bite your lip. After his long look of appreciation, he lowers himself to lay next you, planting several more kisses on your lips. His wandering hand that wasn’t placed behind your head traveled to your thighs. He traced your folds with his middle finger and felt how achingly wet and ready you were for him.

“Oh y/n, did I do this to you?” He whispered seductively into your ear. You nod, unable to create words. His fingers rub your clit delicately, finding perfect rhythm to get you going. You begin to squirm lightly under his touch and produce innocent whimpers into his ear. Arthur took his time with every move he made, making sure to put your pleasure first. He slides his middle finger inside of you slowly. You gasp and it is immediately followed by a whimper. He pumps his finger in and out of you, careful to only use one to begin with. His thumb remains at your clit, still rubbing at the same pace as the thrusts of his finger.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re doin so good sweetheart” He praises you again so gentle, encouraging your sweet sounds of pleasure.

You move your lips to intertwine with his while his skillful fingers do wonders on you. You make no effort to cease your moans into his mouth, it seemed to turn him on everytime you did it. His mouth then diverts its attention to your breasts, sucking tenderly at your nipples.

“Arthur” You call to him through your moans.

“What is it, darlin’?”

“I want to make you feel good” You plead. You were thinking of the advice Abigail gave you earlier about how to pleasure a man. He smirks.

“We gotta take care of you first” He insists. His fingers increase their pace only slightly and you begin to feel your stomach tighten gradually. Each motion of his hand felt better than the last.

“Oh my god” You moan deeply as a wash of ecstasy floods your body beginning at your clit and extending throughout every inch of you.

“Mmm, let it out baby” He growls. Your whimpers fade slowly and your limbs tremble slightly.

Arthur then removes his fingers from your pussy slowly. He pulls his trousers off of his body for you as you floated off your high. His cock springs free from the tight grip that once restricted it. You were in amazement at his size and couldn’t help that your jaw literally dropped. He nervously laughs at your reaction to him. You were hesitant, afraid that you weren’t sure how to handle or pleasure him the same way he was pleasuring you. You sit on your knees while Arthur lies flat on his back. He looks at you as if to wonder what your next move was.

You grip your hand gently around his pulsing cock that was desperate for your attention. You part your eager lips and move your face toward what you held in your hand. Your lips made contact with his tip and he breathed in briefly and sharply. You lower your mouth onto him until his dick is met with the back of your throat. Steadily, you pick up the pace and bob your head up and down. Arthur’s moans were soft and innocent to begin, but they were growing louder and more intense with your increased pace.

His fingers find their way to the back of your head and intertwine themselves in your hair. He guides your head as you move.

“Fuck” he mumbles in the most sexy way, causing you to internally melt. He doesn’t allow you to spend as much time on him as he did for you. He gentle lifts you from his cock and pulls you up to his face, passionately kissing you. Thinking again to what Abigail said, you place one leg on each side of Arthur’s hips. You intend to lower yourself on him but he stops you suddenly by wrapping his arm tightly around you and switching places with you.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers, hovering over you. His eyes were dimly illuminated by the lantern next to him, revealing only a hint of the bright blue you knew was there. Your fingers traced his shoulder delicately, down to his arms, to his hand placed next to your head.You get so lost in his eyes, you momentarily forget he even asked you a question.

“No” you answer confidently, “I trust you”.

Arthur smiles warmly at you and then diverts his attention south. He grabbed his cock and lined it up carefully at your soaking wet entrance. With tremendous caution and patience, Arthur pushes his hips into you. There was a sharp discomfort inside you and you winced, noticeable to Arthur.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to” he assures you. He finally buries himself completely inside of you. You were so tight wrapped around him that he almost lost it immediately. It was such a wonderful new feeling to experience being this close to Arthur. Your body adjusted itself quicker than you anticipated to his size. He begins to thrust slowly, still giving you time to adjust to him. A soft whimper escapes your lips, notifying Arthur that you were experiencing pleasure rather than pain now. Once his thrusts find perfect rhythm inside you, he begins to groan softly with you.

Your eyes meet and lock on each other while he continues to curl his hips passionately into yours.

“Does that feel good, Y/n?” He moans and kisses your neck gently.

“Yes, Arthur” You manage to mumble through your pleasure.

Arthur becomes louder, his moans sounding so sweet to you. He couldn’t hide his pleasure on his face, and neither could you.

He swiftly moves your leg around him, placing his body behind yours, still deep inside you. He wraps his arm around your waist in front of him to gather better leverage on fucking you. There was something about this position that hit sweet spots inside of you. You couldn’t help but let profanities fly.

“Oh fuck, Arthur, yes” You breathlessly moan. His hand moves from your waist to gently rubbing your still very sensitive clit. You twitch at this contact but he still lightly rubs you, intensifying your pleasurable experience.

“Oh god, I’m gonna c-” you cry, unable to form the full sentence. A familiar feeling overcomes you again as Arthur continues to pound into you steadily. This time your orgasm was stronger, and you had to cover your mouth to prevent alerting the whole fucking camp. He releases his fingers from your clit and thrusts a little harder now.

His groans and whines were getting a little more choppy, indicating he must be close. He buries his face into your shoulder to muffle his sounds. His body tenses and he roughly grips your hip as he reaches his high.

“Fuck” He growls and releases himself in your pussy, filling you.

He takes a moment to recover before removing his dick from inside you. He lies flat, you do as well and move to lie on his chest. Neither of you speak for a while, and rather enjoy the silence of being in each other’s presence. He kisses your forehead before breaking the silence.

“I love you, Y/n.” He states suddenly. You smile ear to ear, unable to hide how over-joyous you were to hear that. You’d heard it before, but it just felt different this time.

“I love you too, Arthur”

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x Reader #Arthur x reader #red dead redemption 2 #Red Dead Redemption #rdr #arthur morgan fic #arthur morgan smut #arthur #red dead redemption fic

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 5 years

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Stepping Up ~ Bucky x Reader (Part 12/12)

^^^ Literally because how could I not use the gifs in a wedding fic?!?!

A/N: Hello my lovelies. This is it. The last part of the story (except for the epilogue). Thanks so much for sticking with me on this journey. I’ve really loved this story and I hope you have too.

Summary: The reception is eventful. and some questions get answered.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Angst, mentions of cheating, some physical violence (This sounds bad, but I promise it’s all gonna be okay!) Fluff

Word Count: 3225 (it’s a lot)

Masterlist

You and Bucky spent the first hour on the dance floor with the rest of the wedding party, jumping around to the upbeat music. He had you giggling as he spun you around the dance floor, actively ignoring the genre of the music. Eventually breathless, you sat down with your grandmother and Aunt Meg. Bucky dragged you close resting his arm along the back of your chair.

“You two are so cute together,” Aunt Meg gushed.

“I want to hear more about this,” your grandmother gestured to the two of you. “How long have you been together?”

“It’s a fairly recent development.”

“Although, not if you ask our teammates,” Bucky added slyly and took a sip of his beer.

“Oh really?” Your grandmother asked.

“So what would they say?” Zoe asked in her wheedling voice as she and Ben sat down.

You and Bucky simultaneously tensed and attempted to covertly comfort each other, leading to some silent smiles.

“Bucky?” Your grandmother prompted.

“Well, most of them would probably say that I’m a complete idiot for not asking her out sooner. And that I’ve looked like a lovesick puppy for nearly three years.”

“Well what took you so long then?” Aunt Meg asked, and you knew she’d been dying to ask all week.

“Fear. Plain and simple. I mean she’s my best friend, and I didn’t want to mess that up.”

“So what finally made you ask my darling granddaughter out? Or did you ask him, y/n?”

“I asked her,” Bucky answered quickly, quelling your momentary panic. You hadn’t bothered to flesh out the finer details of your story, considering everything that had happened, so you were relieved when he took the lead. “Steve had been pushing me for months. He swore up and down that y/n liked me back, but I just couldn’t believe him. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she’d say yes when I asked her to go the movies. Of course, she thought we were going as a group so that might have something to do with her answer.”

You smiled as you remembered the evening he was talking about. You’d always hoped that was a date, but he never made a move after that.

“True, but to be fair. The answer was yes either way. Steve had been pushing me too. I actually got close to asking you out a few times, but ultimately chickened out. I wasn’t totally sure if he intended it to be a date, but II was secretly thrilled when it ended up being just the two of us. I had butterflies the whole night.”

You slipped your hand into his underneath the table and he immediately twined your fingers together before lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“So how long before you started dating did you fall for each other?”

“Gran,” you whined.

“You can answer first if you like, sweetheart,” she challenged and you glanced over at Bucky who was clearly just as interested in your answer as she was.

“I don’t know when I started falling for him if I’m honest. It was gradual, but I know when I realized I had.”

“Do tell,” Aunt Meg pressed.

“My first solo mission went a lot worse for me than I wanted to admit. Even now. So while I told the truth in my report, I hid my injuries. And ignored the orders to stay in bed. I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for-”

“Doll, if you call me a meddling super soldier I swear I’m gonna hide your cookie stash when we get home.”

“You wouldn’t dare. And I wasn’t going to.”

He quirked an eyebrow and you huffed.

“Okay fine. Maybe I was, but that’s not important. The point is that I managed to get away with it for a couple of days until he came back. He took one look at me and marched me up to the med bay.”

“Dragged is more like it. You’re too stubborn for your own good sometimes.”

“It’s a family trait,” your grandmother confided. “Go on, darling.”

“I was concerned, being,” you paused for a moment choosing your words carefully, “Not the newbie, per se, but still the inexperienced member on the team, that my getting so hurt was a sign of weakness. I thought it would ruin my chances of staying with the Avengers. And I finally felt at home and I was terrified of losing that. When Bucky insisted on nursing me back to health, I had been prepared for a lecture. And for disappointment,” you admitted glancing at Bucky. You’d never told him any of this. “But instead all I got was comfort and encouragement. He made me feel strong when I was at my weakest. And he made it okay for me to be scared. And that meant everything to me. It still does,” you added with a shy glance at Bucky who seemed stunned by your admission.

All he could do was squeeze your hand.

“That’s exactly how your grandfather made me feel. And what about you, young man?”

He chuckled at the epithet. Technically he was older than your grandmother, but he didn’t need to point that out.

“I started falling for y/n the moment I met her. It had been a long time since I felt comfortable being around people so I would make myself scarce. But with y/n, I wanted to be around her as much as I could. Of course that meant being around others as well, because everyone enjoys hanging out with her too. And just by being herself she started to heal me. I was a goner very early on. I was thrilled when she finally moved into the tower because I could spend so much more time with her. Before that I would offer to drop her off at home. Just for a few extra minutes with her and the chance to steal a few more smiles.”

It was your turn to be surprised by his admission. You always thought that he took you home because he was being protective.

“So sweet,” Zoe cooed as she rolled her eyes.

“Let’s dance, babe,” Ben muttered, glaring at you.

“Good idea.”

“What’s got her panties in a twist?” Your gran asked once they left.

You shrugged. “No idea.”

You had a bad feeling, but you didn’t know why so you pushed it down, relaxing into the feeling of Bucky’s fingertips brushing along your shoulder.

“Anyways… you two are idiots.”

“Gran!”

She shrugged, unfazed by your tone.

“You are, but I’m very glad you’ve smartened up and found each other.”

“Me too.”

A short time later, while Bucky escorted your Gran to the car after she whispered to you that he was a keeper, you ran inside to freshen up.

Afterwards you stopped in the kitchen to sneak a brownie off one of the dessert trays.

“Mmff. God that is so good,” you moaned quietly as you shut your eyes to fully enjoy the taste.

“I’ve missed those sounds.”

Your eyes snapped open as you glared at Ben. Determined to ignore him, you started to stalk past him only for him to get in your face, blocking your way. Every step you made he mirrored, the only way for you to get around him was to physically move him out of your way. And you knew that was a terrible idea.

“Let me pass,” you told him calmly, drawing on all of your training not to drop him to the ground.

“Come on, y/n. You never even gave me a chance to explain.”

“What was there to explain? Once a cheater always a cheater.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he scoffed.

“Whatl is that supposed to mean?”

“It means either you’re lying to your dear old granny or you’ve been banging the tin man since long before we broke up.”

“Don’t call him that,” you hissed. “And neither are true. I never cheated on you. Now get away from me.”

You were fed up and went to brush past him, but he grabbed your wrist hard enough that you yelped as he yanked you back around to face him.

“Ben, let go of me,” you warned in a clear tone.

“No. Not until you admit that you still want me.”

He grabbed your other wrist, pulling you into his chest. Reacting on instinct, you yanked your arms back out of his grip and twisted away from him throwing a quick elbow to his chest to knock him off balance. He stumbled back into a tray of champagne, sending it to the floor.

“You bitch.”

He tried to bull rush you and you flipped him over your shoulder dropping him to the ground.

Bucky was the first through the door, basically leaping over Ben’s prone form to reach your side having heard the shattering glass. You vaguely registered the rest of your family rushing in, but mostly you were focused on Bucky.

“Did he hurt you, doll?”

“Did he hurt her?” Zoe shrieked from her kneeling position by his head. “He’s on the ground.”

Bucky ignored her, cataloguing every inch of you looking for signs of harm. When he saw the red marks on your wrist, he growled but continued his inspection.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Your mom fretted.

“I’m fine, mom.”

You hid your arms which were starting to bruise behind your back. Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he caught your wince; Ben had also jerked your shoulder pretty hard. He whirled on Ben who had finally hoisted himself to his feet.

“I told you last time, if you touched her again I would end you. Did you really think I was bluffing?”

His voice was calm almost amused, but you could feel the fury rolling off him in waves. You reached out and slotted your fingers through his.

“Bucky, don’t.”

“What the hell is going on?” your dad demanded. “Last time?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered to you, knowing it was your story to tell. Apparently you hesitated too long because Ben decided to open his mouth.

“Yeah. Last time when this asshole broke my nose.”

“You deserved it,” Penny piped up.

“You knew about this?” Aunt Meg asked, and Penny simply shrugged.

“Y/n, what is going on?” your mother asked in a tone that left no room for anything but the truth.

“Ben is my ex-boyfriend.”

“The one who cheated on you?”

“He did what?” Your dad roared, and suddenly you were less concerned about Bucky killing Ben and more concerned about your dad killing him.

“It was a misunderstanding,” Ben argued and you actually laughed out loud.

“How is walking in on you screwing my roommate in my bed a misunderstanding.”

There were a few shocked gasps at your revelation, but not from Penny or Zoe, which you had expected. But you weren’t the only one who noticed.

“Zoe, you knew? And still brought him?”

“I’m sure that’s why she brought him,” you scoffed.

“Oh please. How would I even know that? We met at a bar a few months ago.”

“Really? You’re going to lie about that?”

“Alright, y/n, when do you think we met?”

“In my apartment. Three years ago when you stayed with me and Ben spent the week showing you around.”

“Alright, alright. You got me. I didn’t meet him at the bar, but I did run into him by chance.”

“And you decided he was the one for you,” you sneered.

“Well we had had such a good time when I stayed at your place,” she smirked and you knew exactly what she was implying.

“I should have known. I’m really glad I convinced Tony to let me incinerate that mattress.”

Bucky chuckled humorlessly beside you, and you could still feel the tension in him.

“It kills you, doesn’t it? That someone chose me over you. I bet it eats at you that you weren’t woman enough for him. You won’t be woman enough for Bucky either.”

“Do not speak for me,” Bucky growled, and Zoe had the good sense to be frightened.

“You’re still jealous of her? Really?” Penny asked. “Aren’t we too old for this?”

“Shut up, princess.”

“I think it’s time for you to go. You’ve accomplished what you came here to do,” Penny announced.

“And what exactly is that?”

“Hurt y/n and make my day all about you.”

“Nothing has ever been about me. It’s always been about y/n. It’s always been the two of you against me.”

“Because you made it that way,” you reminded her, taking a step back so the two of them could get their stuff and leave. “You made everything into a competition.”

“We just wanted to be friends,” Penny added.

“You were very inviting with your secret codes.”

“This is a waste of time. You’re never going to listen, so leave. And take him with you,” she gestured to Ben who was avoiding your dad’s death glare.

“Get out,” Dylan ordered when they didn’t move.

Zoe eventually decided to give up.

“Let’s go, Ben.”

He seemed to consider speaking again, but the withering glare from your father silenced him.

Once they were gone you looked at Penny apologetically as Bucky pulled you against his chest.

“What the hell just happened?” your dad shook his head.

“Twenty odd years of resentment coming to a head,” Penny shrugged, leaning into Dylan.

“More like forty-something,” your mom commented.

“Zoe is just like her mother,” Aunt Meg sighed. “I’m sorry I made you invite her.”

“It’s okay, mom.”

“No, it’s not. This is your wedding and I should have listened to you.”

“It’s fine. You and Aunt Di have worked really hard to keep us all friends. I wanted to help.”

“You aren’t meant to fix our mistakes. Especially not at your wedding. Yes family is important, but the most important people are the ones who you choose to love. And who choose to love you back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mom.”

“You too, y/n. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. I do,” you promised as you looked up at Bucky who was watching you lovingly. “I really do. But I’m so sorry, Penny and Dylan,” you added.

“What are you apologizing for?” Dylan asked.

“For my hand in everything go awry. I tried to keep everything quiet, but he attacked me.”

“Seriously, y/n. I think you should have broken his nose again. I wish I could have done it myself.”

You and Bucky both laughed at that.

“That would have been a sight. But I’m still sorry that your wedding got messed up.”

“Nothing is messed up. We’re married, and the only thing that got destroyed was some champagne glasses. Big deal. The most important bit is safe.”

“What’s that?” Bucky asked.

“Dessert,” you, Penny, and Dylan all responded in unison, and you all laughed, relieving the last of the tension.

“The brownies are really good by the way.”

“Y/n!”

“Couldn’t resist,” you shrugged.

“Okay, come on. Let’s get back out there. We’ve still got a lot of partying to do. Coming, y/n?” she asked when you didn’t move.

“I’ll be out soon. I just need to settle for a minute.”

Penny nodded in understanding.

“Take your time. We’ll see you out there.”

“I’ll send in one of the catering staff to clean up. So don’t worry about it,” Aunt Meg ordered, guessing your plan to start sweeping.

Everyone filed out, and you were left alone with Bucky.

“Doll, are you okay?”

“More shaken than anything.”

He gently took your wrists in his hand inspecting the darkening bruises.

“I’ve had worse,” you mumbled.

“Not the point. Come here.”

He pulled your arms around his neck and pulled you in for a hug. The feeling of his arms around your waist grounded you, and your heart rate calmed and your breathing slowed.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Not to me. Not to anyone.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He held you for a few more minutes until you pulled back, offering a weak smile.

“We should get back out there.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m good. Promise. Just stay close.”

“Not going anywhere, doll.”

The remainder of the evening was as wonderful as the rest of the day, and the altercation was soon forgotten.

“I’m so happy for you,” you grinned at Dylan while the two of you danced.

“Thanks, y/n. I’m really glad that you could make it. It wouldn’t have been nearly as special without you. You mean so much to both of us.”

“You mean the world to me. Are you happy with how the day turned out?”

“We could have gotten married in an alley, and I’d be happy. I got to marry my best friend. But, this was beyond what we had even planned. The flood was really a blessing in disguise. But only because we have a great guardian angel.”

“You deserve every bit of happiness. I’m glad I got to be a part of it.”

You smiled up at him as the song ended and you gave him a tight hug.

“So do you. I think I’m going to go find my wife. God, I love the way that sounds.”

“Me too, husband.” Penny beamed up at Dylan as she slipped her arm around his waist.

The happy couple were immediately lost in each other. You scanned the room searching for Bucky for only a moment before your eyes landed on him.

He was with some of the groomsmen having a great time and your smile widened. He started to head your way, but you shook your head.

“Make friends,” you mouthed, knowing he already had. He could always use my friends outside of the Tower.

They even cajoled him into doing the Macarena and cotton eyed joe, which you filmed for the girls. When he couldn’t quite grasp the footwork for the cha cha slide, you hopped in beside him.

After that the DJ called for all the single ladies to gather on the floor, and despite your protests that you were dating Bucky, your mom and aunt encouraged it.

“Technically single meant unwed in the old days,” Bucky added unhelpfully.

“Whose side are you on?” you accused teasingly.

“Yours. Always. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Does that mean you’ll be trying to pass the garter?”

“My reflexes are too fast. It’s not fair,” he shrugged.

“I’ll participate if you participate.”

“Fair deal. Better hit the floor, doll. Those ladies look like they could be vicious.

You rolled your eyes but stood anyway, hiding in the background.

You were certain you looked mortified when Penny used all of her years of softball pitching to lob the bouquet over the crowd and into your hands. Bucky offered you a smug grin, but his cockiness was nowhere to be found when Dylan shot the garter pretty much directly in his face. Although it returned when he had to complete the tradition and he slid the garter up your leg.

That was the last of the excitement though, which was fine by you. You spent the rest of the night in Bucky’s arms on the dance floor, only this time instead of spinning you all over the place, he simply held you close as you swayed following the rhythm of his beating heart as your music.

A/n: So there it is everyone. The end of the road. I have an epilogue planned to wrap up but this is the last big piece. And I wanted to wrap up some loose ends and I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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