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beanibon · 11 months

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Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Hey hey

Thank you so much on the last two request i loved them so much, now I wanna give you a challenge. A story, so here’s the scenario/idea

Can I please get A Platonic GN reader gets kidnapped on a mission and ghost would scour the earth to find his best friend to make sure their safe.

Again ghost is like a best friend to my mind I always think of scenarios

But I look forward to reading this when you get to it 😊😊

This one took me a bit longer than I expected. A lot of rewriting but In the end I'm kind of happy with it

I hope you enjoy it though!

Hold up | Platonic! Ghost x Reader.

Summary: Reader is kidnapped on a sweep job and Ghost is a little more than pissed off.

CW: Blood, slight gore? Violence (ofc), Ghost getting upset. Code name Cobra because my brain can't think of anything better rn. And best friendification.

Word Count: 4K+

"Cobra, status?"

"Breaching."

"Be careful."

You heeded Ghost's words and kicked in the front door of the decoy house. Your gun came up in front of your chest and the sight scanned the living area with your eyes.

"Clear."

You moved into the house and searched the rooms one by one. But by the end of the house you found nothing. You lowered your gun for a moment in defeat and sighed.

"Negative Lieutenant."

You moved back through the house and across the open dirt road into the bushes. "They must have heard we were coming."

"How?" Ghost asked.

"Not too sure. The network is probably well informed of our position if they're working with the shadows." You tucked your gun over your shoulder and turned the corner out onto the country road. It was dark and no one else was on the road at this hour. No one would notice you which was a good thing.

You pulled down your mask and breathed in the cool night air.

"Return to the truck. Soap has been notified, once you've returned we'll move from there." Ghost's deep voice trailed over you like a calming wave. A presence that comforted you in the darkness. The pale moonlight washed over you. Your heavy gear rubbed together with each step and clunked as you walked.

And then you heard it. The bushes rustling. You paused and your gun instinctively flew into your hands. You looked down into the dark ditch for any sign of life, but everything seemed to still once again.

Your gaze hardened on the darkness but you eventually convinced yourself it was just your mind. "Whatever." You pressed down on your comm device and alerted Ghost you were on your way.

Suddenly there was more rustling. You whipped around, expecting to see an animal but the familiar sound of boots on the rock trail hit your ears. You made for your gun when a hand grabbed your wrist. You looked up just as a figure knocked into you and sent you sprawling to the ground. You threw your fist at him and made solid contact with his visor. "Bugger!" He growled and suddenly more footsteps surrounded you. The moonlight illuminated the solid figures of three more men who converged on you. You kicked the first man with your boot and scrambled back across the ground. You pulled out your pistol and shot one of them clean through the chest. Two of them came around your rear and while the one on the left grabbed your gun and ripped it from your hand the other slammed his hand over your mouth. The third man grabbed your legs and together they managed to strangle you to the ground.

When the man to your right removed his hand from your mouth you started to yell. Maybe Soap would be able to hear you if you yelled loud enough.

The man on your left raised his hand to his comm. Device and radioed someone. "We've got the target. Permission to proceed?"

On the other line came a single reply from a voice you swore you knew. "Granted."

You looked up at the man and before you knew it he raised his fist and when he brought it down your lights were out.

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Soap jumped from the truck and frantically ran for the small unnamed outpost the 141 had claimed base. He was panting when he reached the door and stumbled inside. Fresh light illuminated his red cheeks and flushed expression.

"Soap!" Gaz exclaimed.

Price was already rounding the table to steady the sergeant from falling over. "Son?"

"What's wrong Johnny?" Ghost stood from the couch and grabbed his pistol from his vest.

"Gone, they didn't return-"

"Calm down son, what happened?"

Gaz looked out the window for anyone who could have followed and worriedly looked back at Johnny who finally found his words. "Y/N, the shadows- I don't know who but they got them. They didn't return to the truck and when I went to check there was a shadow shot dead and their tracker and vest had been tossed in the ditch-"

Ghost rounded the couch in a second. His eyes held a new intensity.

Price moved away and Ghost cornered Johnny against the wall. "Where did they go?"

"I don't know!" Johnny looked down nervously and dug in his bag. He pulled out what was very much your vest and handed it over. Ghost examined the leather and his eyes narrowed on the smears of blood across the chest and sleeve.

Johnny watched his entire body tensed up. But it didn't look like fear. No. Ghost doesn't fear. Ghost was angry. His brows tightened and his irises darkened.

"You said it was a shadow who you saw?"

"Yes sir." Johnny replied.

Ghost growled. "Then I suggest we pay Graves a visit. We will move up our scheduled raid up to tomorrow."

"Ghost. While I understand the situation, we cannot rush into that-" Ghost twitched. He turned around and glared at Price. He was not having it. He walked Price back until he was against the table. Price stared back.

"We will move on it tomorrow. If Graves wants to play dirty. I will too."

He moved away from Price and back to the couch. He grabbed his bag and tucked your vest into the back pocket. "I'll be getting some sleep."

Johnny sighed in relief when he heard the bunker door shut. "Who knew you could push Lt.'s buttons like that eh?"

Price relaxed himself and pulled out a cigar from his bag. "They're close. I think those two have grown the closest since joining, I understand why he is upset. Who knows what happened to them."

"So we won't do anything?" Soap asked a little more desperately. "I never said that. Ghost is as worried as I am. He just shows it differently. And as much as I'd like to track them down there is no way I can risk overstepping and under-calculating this raid."

Johnny sighed heavily and shook out his muscles. "I guess I should get some sleep too." He moved away from the door and went into his shared room with Gaz. The other sergeant nodded silently and followed after Johnny.

Price sighed and looked back out the window at the parked truck outside. He closed the window and turned off the lights in the house. He placed his unlit cigar on the table. He could have it in the morning, now wasn't the time. "Goodnight." Price said loudly as he passed the two rooms along the hallway and retreated to his bed. He slipped under the blanket and sighed. The thought of you was heavy on his mind, but his eyelids won over and pulled him into an uncomfortable sleep.

Ghost however couldn't close his eyes. You had been fine over the comm. Line. If you needed help you could have alerted him.

You had no time to react except for shooting that soldier. They had jumped you. However many they were. They had put their grimy hands on you and probably hurt you. When he finally registered himself blinking he looked over at the clock to see it was four in the morning. His body was so used to the ungodly hour he didn't feel an ounce of withdrawal. He sat up in bed and opened his backpack and took out your vest. He ran his gloved thumb over the now dried blood streak and felt a deep seeded anger rose from the pit of his stomach. He felt impatient and unable to sit still. His knee started to bounce when he stared at your blood.

He'd seen you get a nose bleed before and scuff marks from training but this was different. He always got angry when you came back from missions and he saw your blood and the open wounds you would receive. You were his friend and he would do everything to keep you from harm if he could. But now you were hurt and out of his sights. He clutched your clothing and shoved it back into his bag. He pulled on his gear and strapped in his knives. He grabbed his pistol and moved out into the hallway. He didn't care to be quiet. He snatched the keys off the counter and unlocked the front door.

The cool early morning air stung the little specks of skin it could reach. He hopped into the truck and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life and the headlights flickered on. Simon has a rudimentary knowledge on how to drive, will this stop him? No.

The car lurched forward before he could put it in reverse and back out onto the empty road. He spun the tires and drove back down the road. He examined each passing and going until he saw an object hurriedly and very sloppily thrown in the ditch. He stopped the truck and jumped out. When he turned on his flashlight he could see the Shadow presumably Johnny had attempted to hide.

Ghost approached him and kicked his cold hand still sticking out of the grass hedges. He examined the ditch but didn't find any more bodies. The rocks didn't give away signs of a struggle. That was until he moved further down the road and saw drag marks on the road. Too small to be tires. They were reminiscent of your boot heels digging and sliding. And blood. There was blood on a nearby pile of rocks.

Ghost growled. A predatory snarl. He pulled out his gun and whipped around. Angrily he unloaded his entire clip into the limp body in the ditch.

He would find you. Whatever Graves thought he was doing was only going to seal his fate. For whatever blood they drew from you, Ghost would draw ten gallons more from them.

He hopped back in the truck and grabbed the steering wheel. Why had he sent you out on your own??

Fuck.

He slammed his head down on the wheel and slumped his shoulders. He turned the truck back on and sat up with a deep breath. He needed a plan. Which means he needed to take it moment by moment. But each moment they sat around Graves only got closer to you. And he could not let that happen.

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Everything hurt. Your brain hurt. Your face hurt. You instinctively scrunched your nose and were met with intense pain. You hissed and lolled your head. You slowly opened your eyes and it took your vision a moment to adjust to the light around you. You looked down at your knees. You blinked and just stared down at your tattered pants and the scuff marks where red, irritated skin could be seen where the fabric had ripped.

You flexed your hands and attempted to move, that was also met with a whiplash of pain. Your muscles burned and cried angrily, forcing your brain to full stop.

"Look who's awake."

Instinctively you lifted your head and focused your gaze on a figure across the room. Ah. The ever punchable Philip Graves.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked and approached you. This gave you the invitation to check your surroundings. You were in an empty room. Gray walls, gray floor, and a single security camera on the upper left corner of the room.

You focused back on Graves and glared at him.

The man only laughed and bent down to look at you. "There's a look I know. He's been teaching you I see."

You raised your head and hissed when your shoulder popped and flexed.

"Looks like my men did a little more than knock you out. I apologize."

"See if you can apologize when I shove my foot up your ass!" You snapped.

Graves stood and moved back. He only laughed at you. "Cut the bullshit, Cobra. If they're still calling you that ridiculous name. Or would you prefer L/N?" You opened your mouth but he continued before you could say anything. "You're probably so confused and desperately thinking in your head, "why am I here? What would dear ol' Phillip Graves want from me?" He batted his eyelashes and looked back at you with glee. "Right?"

"I was actually quite liking not having you around." You replied.

He only huffed. "Well. Considering how close you are to Ghost, I decided that, "Huh. Ghost is the 141's best man. Probably the best thing the British invested in since herbal tea. And guess who spends most of their time with him~?" He chuckled and kneeled down in front of you.

"And Soap?"

"Oh he'd never cooperate."

"And I will?" You scoffed, offended.

Graves took your chin in his hand and nodded. "Yes you will. Because you're a good little military pet. Aren't you? Hanging around like Simon's submissive lapdog."

Your mouth fell open, then quickly tightened into a growl. "Fuck you! I am no such thing! Ghost will make you pay for this!"

"Sure you aren't." Graves stood and rounded you stuck in your chair. "Here's how it's going to work. I was trying so hard during my time with those imbeciles to crack that man. To get a sliver of info out of him. But I never could. Now that you have, I'll just use you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You spat.

"Oh of course you don't. I hear that all the time Y/N. You are going to give me what I want."

"No."

Graves moved and you'd barely gotten the word out before his fist connected harshly with your jaw. You grunted at the pain and lolled your head to the side and hid.

"Apologies. Now. Where were we?"

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When Ghost returned with the truck he could see the house lights on. They were awake. Good. The quicker they could move the quicker he could secure your safety.

He stepped out just as the door opened and Price stood there with his arms crossed. "And where did you find yourself off too?"

"Collecting evidence." Ghost replied. He pushed passed and looked around. Gaz was drinking some coffee and Soap was fiddling with his armor.

"Let's go. This isn't a fucking vacation!" Ghost barked.

"Soldier!" Price turned Ghost around and sat the larger man down into a nearby chair. "I know you are anxious but we must use our heads. So sit down and wait for us to catch up."

Ghost gulped. He looked over at Gaz who looked barely awake, his head still nodding downward every few seconds. Soap's hands were shaking meaning he was probably anxious with no sleep either.

Price didn't remove his hands until Ghost forced a deep breath to try and calm himself. But his mind raced. When his heart started to calm down his mind rushed with made up memories and thoughts. The blood. You were thrown to the ground. You had tried to fight. The cowards had jumped you. His fists tightened and his jaw clenched. He tried to take another breath and fought against Price's hands.

He jerked his shoulders and Price dug his fingers into his soldier's uniform. "Deep breath Simon."

What had they done to you!? They had you tied up somewhere probably. He prayed that Graves didn't hand you over to one of those shitty terrorist groups for ransom. He'd be lucky if you weren't dismembered by the time they found you.

Why the hell would they want you though? There wasn't much to you. A sergeant like any other.

His eyes opened and he was met with the blurry image of Price. He realized he was crying. He pushed and kicked against Price in a panic. They were after you because of him. Graves was using you for information. He breathed in and shoved Price to the side. He rushed to his room and clawed off his mask.

It was his fault. He should have been there. He should have sent Gaz with you to inspect the decoy house. He covered his face and bit the skin of his palm until he could taste the metallic sting of blood.

He knew you were strong. Incredibly strong. But Ghost had been kidnapped before. He'd been through torture. He'd been burned, beaten and broken. He couldn't let that happen to you. You were his friend, he was tasked with protecting you.

The ache in his chest was a new feeling. Every time he saw you hurt his stomach would twist. He would kill Graves and each man who attempted to put his hands on you. You were stubborn and strong.

There was a knock on the door and Soap's hesitant voice. "Ghost? Want to come look at the map. Price has a plan."

Ghost looked down at his bleeding palm and cursed under his breath. He pulled his gloves and mask back on before standing and opening the door. Johnny didn't say anything and hugged Ghost's back on the way to the table.

Ghost looked down at the map and then up at Price. "Apologies for earlier sir."

"You're alright Ghost. We're all a team here."

Ghost nodded and Price started to talk through their plan. They knew where Graves was hiding. His men were spotted unloading dozens of trucks near an old warehouse on the edge of town. It was secluded and fenced off in all directions.

"Alright. Everyone understand?" Price looked up.

"Ghost will lead our breach. Find Graves, find the weapons, find Y/N."

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Your head lolled back. Your vision swam as the ceiling distantly split into two mirror images. Your throat was dry except for the occasional taste of copper on your tongue. You breathed in shock as more blood dripped down your uniform.

The soldier above you grabbed your shoulder and yanked you forward. You groaned, your head hitting his with your inability to freeze your muscles.

"Tell me where I can find Lieutenant Ghost Riley."

You choked on the blood in your mouth. You were surprised they hadn't broken your nose yet. "I won't tell you shit." You growled. The soldier punched you across the jaw and sent the chair you sat in to the ground with a thud. It pinned your right arm under the weight and made you cry in pain. "You aren't making this any easier for us. Trust me. This is fun, we could go all day."

You raised your head, about to respond when there was a piercingly loud noise from outside your cell. "What the-" The soldier in your cell opened the door. Outside you could see the walls flashing a bright red and the constant sound was a triggered alarm. You smirked.

Here he comes.

You could hear yelling down the halls as soldiers formed and blocked the doors. "The gates were broken into. Three hostiles spotted by the front gates, eight at the back!" One soldier shouted.

"Only three?" The door to your cell slammed shut and closed with a lock. You rested your head back against the cold tile and smiled. Thank goodness. You weren't going to be able to take much more. You focused on your breathing as the sounds of chaos and screaming were heard from outside. Bodies were shoved into walls and clips of bullets were unloaded on the enemies.

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Ghost shoved two men into the wall and slashed their throats. He turned and threw said knife into another man's stomach before he could shoot. He grabbed another guy by the collar and lifted him off his feet with ease. "Where are they!?" He snarled. The man attempted to kick Simon away but his larger mass kept the small guy pinned. "Tell me what cell to search and will you live." The man whined. He shakily pointed down the hallway at a door near the end of the aisle. "F-four nineteen." Ghost huffed. He dropped the man and grabbed his pistol. He unloaded a bullet in the man's face and pulled out a bottle of tear gas. When he threw it there were screams and cries of pain as the canister released its contents.

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It wasn't long before whatever happened outside picked up. Four men burst down your cell door and ran inside in a panic. They shut the door and started to fiddle with their gas masks. They cursed and spat until they finally had their gear on. One man motioned to the other two to open the door.

Bang.

The first man was flattened against the wall when the door was forced open with incredible strength. The behemoth of a man emptied his gun into the other two. He closed the door and shot the guy against the wall in the head as his body slumped.

"Graves is heading for the exit." A familiar voice crackled over his comm.link.

Ghost looked up and you could see the relief in his body. He rushed over to you and pulled off his gas mask.

"Miss me?" You smiled and Ghost could see the distinct hole where one of your bottom teeth was missing.

"You're a wreck." He cut the ropes from your body and pulled you into his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Eh, bruised guts here. Broken ribs there. I'm dandy." You replied.

When Ghost attempted to move you whined in pain and clung to him with what little strength you had left.

"Just relax. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

Ghost took off his gas mask and gently placed it around your head. He secured it to your head with a foreign gentleness. Your eyes fluttered tiredly. He was the first source of warmth in what felt like forever. "I'm glad we got here when we did." You hummed. "Me too."

Ghost picked you up and positioned you carefully in his arms. "Cobra has been located. We're on your position." Ghost said into his comm.line.

"Copy that Ghost. Soap and Gaz are merging on your position. Graves in custody."

You sighed and relaxed into his neck. "Being friends with you is so convenient."

He scoffed. "Well at least you gave 'em hell. Only I can stand that spitfire personality."

"Mm, can you now?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. And you were off to sleep with your breaths steadily filtered through the mask. Ghost examined the blood staining your uniform and the blood the seeped into your hair. He was angry. And upset. He was relieved to have you almost to safety but they had already done their damage. It made him sick.

Ghost opened the door and stepped out over the limp bodies of shadow soldiers. What a shame.

Ghost stepped on one of the men's heads and made an extra effort to lean his weight on the man's skull as he passed. That's for hurting you.

When Ghost returned to the truck with Soap and Gaz, you were still soundly asleep. "Be careful. Don't want to wake them." Ghost sat in the back while Soap and Gaz drove. Price and a few other men called in for backup would bring Graves back to the main base.

Ghost saw you to the hospital and stayed there a couple of days while you were fixed up. When you opened your eyes for the first time in three days he was overwhelmed like never before.

"Awe, are you doing homework on my hospital bed?" You coughed weakly.

Ghost looked up from the reports he was signing and scoffed. "It's the only thing you're good for."

"Thanks dip shit."

"You're welcome numb nuts."

You gave him the finger. And he returned it.

You laughed softly. "How long have I been out?" You asked as your hand came up to feel the neck brace you were wearing.

"A couple days. Doctor said you should take it easy while you heal so Price and I are sending you on medical leave for five weeks."

"Weeks?" You wheezed.

"Affirmative."

"Awe. Who will kick your ass on the training ring for me?"

"You'll have to wait." Ghost hesitated but placed his hand on top of yours. ",Y/N. I'm… I apologize for what happened. I should have sent Gaz with the two of you so you wouldn't be alone. I shouldn't have told Johnny to watch the truck-"

"It's ok."

"Maybe if I had planned well then you-"

"Simon. You big goon. It's not your fault. You got me back right?"

He scoffed. His eyes lit up under the mask and his lips quivered in a smirk. "It's all your clumsy fault." He teased.

"Excuse me? I did not just hear the dollar store James Bond speak."

"I'll let that one slide Sergeant. Only because I think you've been hit enough times this week."

You smiled. "Where's Graves?"

"In our holding cell. I'm going to go talk to him in a few minutes."

"Give him hell, lieutenant."

"I plan to…"

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Graves groaned. He looked up and squinted his eyes when he caught the gaze of a figure ensnared in the bright light. He smirked.

"well well, if it isn't Simon "Ghost" Riley."

Ghost snapped the baton in his hand and the end lengthened. He didn't say a word as he approached the man and lifted the weapon high.

This is looked over by me and there may be missed spelling mistakes or accidental use of gender. Feel free to comment if you spot either of these two errors :)

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amourkive · 7 months

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LOVE ME AGAIN | KTH

a/n:I actually wrote this for my sister 💀 stay gold⁷- miri

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"we can't - this isn't gonna work." taehyung spoke as softly as he could, as if it was gonna make it hurt less. And you, who had just got home, furrowed your eyebrows, placing your keys on the counter top.

"what?" you asked in disbelief, because this was so sudden. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, running a hand through his hair.

"us, it's not gonna work." he stated, heart hurting at the sight of your eyes tearing up.

"but-wh-why? We are doing so fucking good! Our apartment, financially, I thought-I thought we were doing good." you mumbled, intertwining you hands together, to keep from falling apart.

"we were...yeah. But it's just, Im just not sure anymore." taehyung spoke, sitting down, scratching at his head. "then we'll figure it out together! Together taehyung, don't push me away." you sobbed, and taehyung wanted to wrap you in his arms and take the pain he caused away.

Instead, he stood up, and grabbed his jacket, and keys. "I'm sorry, really" and with a small hug, and chaste kiss to the head, he was out the door, taking your heart with him.

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"don't you dare! I am not getting splas-you bitch!" shrieking as you felt the water from the water gun squirt on you. "it's summer! It's a crime not to get wet!" jimin laughed, refilling the gun up.

You smiled, going to grab water balloons, before stopping in front of someone you never really thought you'd encounter again. "...hey." taehyung greeted, waving slightly. He knew he'd find you here. You was always here, especially during summer. He smiled thinking of the times they'd come to the park to play with the water.

"hey taehyung, uhm, how are you?" you asked, feeling a tad bit awkward, turning around looking at a confused jimin. You raised your hand, notifying him to give you a minute.

Taehyung watched, and felt sour."I'm good, how are you? Here with a friend?" he asked, kicking the floor. you nodded, "uhm yeah-I'm with my boyfriend actually. Jimin, jimin!" yelling behind yourself, a man with green hair ran up next to her.

"what's up, babe? Ah-Hey, I'm Jimin." he smiled, putting his hand out for a handshake. Taehyung swallowed harshly, before shaking Jimin's hand, smiling. "hey, I'm taehyung."

Taehyung.

Jimin nodded, he knew about taehyung, it was hard not to, considering how he left you, but jimin wasn't going to hold grudges, not when you didn't.

"Nice to meet you. You okay, lovely?" jimin asked her quietly, holding her hand, and she turned to him, smiling brightly, and more freely, "I'm more than okay Jiminie." He smiled back, kissing her cheek.

"I'll let you two talk. Nice seeing you, Taehyung" jimin stated, walking back to where they had their stuff, hoping his glances at the two didn't get noticed by them.

"he seems nice." taehyung mumbled, "I'm sorry for you know.."

She waved him off, "don't worry about it. It was well-you know a year ago, I've learned to be okay. Plus, Jimin's really, really nice." she blushed, at the thought of him.

Taehyung watched her, and hated how he left her, a year ago, at their prime, all because he didn't want to share his doubts with her.

"that's nice. That's great, really." he said, he didn't really want to leave her just yet. He missed her. He really did "yeah it is. Uhm, yeah..take care Tae. It was nice seeing you again. Bye!" she waved, running back towards jimin, who grabbed her, lifting her up in the air.

She giggled, and taehyung swore there was nothing else prettier than her. But this was his lost, and now he had to pay the price. At least he knew jimin would treat her better than he did.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts taehyung #slightmentionofjimin #slight angst

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Just one wouldn't hurt...Right?

Chapter 2

A/n: Guess who finished the second chapter! This dumbass! sorry for the grammar and spelling errors.

Days went by as the peach festival drew closer and closer. As (Y/n) listened to Wukong's story during those time, she felt envious. Hearing about his adventures on earth, she wanted to go there. She wanted to explore the mortal realm and experience the wonder Wukong had told her.

As Wukong was talking about his monkey friends but noticed the maiden looking down with melancholy. "Hey, (Y/n). You okay?" He asked, moving on closer to her face. (Y/n) looked up and almost dropped backward, startled by him.

Wukong caught her with his anubis cloud and chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Smiling at (Y/n) as she pouted. "Really?" She scoffed before sitting upright on the cloud.

"Yeah, I am." He said, sitting next to her, "So, are you okay? I mean before I startled you."

(Y/n) sighed as she looked down. "You seem to have an extraordinary time in the mortal realm. I never got to go beyond these walls." She said in a sad tone.

"Well, if you're jealous of me. Then why don't you come with me? " He asked, shocking the maiden. "Leaving the celestial realm. But that's absurd." She said as she got off of the cloud.

"No, it is." He said proudly, (Y/n) looked at him confused. "Yeah, if you left for one day, I'm sure no one will mind!" He grinned as she thought about it.

"I don't think it would be a good idea. But it is a nice thought." She said with a melancholy smile. She saw wukong appear determined . "well, this idea is going to be a reality! I'm going to take you to the mortal realm, and we will have the time of our life!" He said, taking her by the hands as he swore to the (f/c) maiden.

"I promise you that." Wukong looked into her eyes and saw (Y/n) had turned pink. "You mean that?" She asked the monkey, who nodded profusely. "We'll go together!"

"Then I'll be looking forward to the day. " She beamed as her hands held onto his. Squeezing them a bit before realizing it was time to go.

"I'll see you soon, Wukong," she said before leaving for her chambers. As she left she didn't notice, an irritated Nezha waiting for her.

"(Y/n)," Nezha spoke with frustration. "Nezha! How are you?" She was surprised when he came out from nowhere.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said, narrowing his eyebrows at (Y/n). "I'm just going to see rest. I mean, the festival is just around the corner and-" She was interrupted by Nezha. "You saw Wukong. Didn't you?"

(Y/n) composed herself as she explained to Nezha. "No, I went to see how the peaches are. You know I have to do so. If he happens to be there, then i may or may not talk to him." A loud sigh came from the lotus prince as he didn't want (Y/n) to be involved with Sun Wukong.

"(Y/n), you need to be cautious around him. He may be out here because of the jade emperor, but he is still a mischievous troublemaker." He expressed himself as if he was giving an order.

"Nezha, I appreciate you like a brother, but don't intervene in my life like this. I can make my own decision." She said, trying not to let her anger get the best of her. She swiftly moved out of the way to her chambers before feeling a hand on her shoulder.

"Please, (Y/n). I care for your safety and feelings. I don't wish to see you hurt by him. You've changed since Wukong was placed as a guard." He was genuinely worried about her. "You have been more careless and less cautious about everything. It's not like you."

(Y/n) turned to him, feeling bad for him having to worry about her. Has she changed that much when she met Sun Wukong?

She gave him a warm smile before hugging him.

"I promise I'll be fine. I'm sorry for making you worry so much about me. I promise I'll be more aware and careful." She said as she tried to reassure him. Nezha hugged (Y/n) back. They stayed there for a moment before pulling away and heading back to bed. "I'll see you soon, Nezha," she said as she walked off. He felt a knot in his stomach as he watched her go.

In his mind, he made a vow, 'Wukong if you break (Y/n)'s heart. I'll never forgive you.'

(y/n) walked into her room, frustrated at Nezha for not wanting her to be with Wukong. She didn't get why as she lay down in her bed. "I didn't change that much when I met Wukong. Plus, I'm making sure he doesn't cause trouble here. Nothing else!" She talked to herself.

"am I?" She finally asked the question. Shaking her head as she became flustered about the thought. She turned red thinking about Wukong, his personality, and his sense of humor, even if he caused mischief.

"NO! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" She shouted to herself before going to sleep. But (Y/n) did smile at the thought of the Monkey King.

~Meanwhile, Sun Wukong~

Even the night was the same. Just as peaceful and bland as the day. Well, it was boring without (Y/n), he thought. The monkey sighed as he got tired of seeing the same fruit for so long and not being able to eat it. When his mind wanders, he thinks about (Y/n). Just the thought of the (f/c) maiden was making his heart race.

"To think she was uptight like Nezha when we met." He laughed. He wanted to do something for her, something big. All through the night, Sun Wukong tries to think of a way to tell her how he truly felts.

~One day left~

(Y/n) and her sisters were getting ready for tomorrow. The Peach Festival was finally here. They were all excited, even if they weren't guests. (Y/n) went through everything, checking to see what was missing or needed. When she knew everything was satisfactory. She headed straight to the garden to see Wukong.

"Wukong!" (Y/n) chirped as she saw the monkey king. Wukong was also excited to see the maiden. "(Y/n), you seem very happy. Anything happens today?" He asked her, and she nodded.

"Well yeah, it's only a few hours till the festival. I love it." It didn't take long til she was talking about tomorrow's event. Wukong, however, wasn't concentrated on what she was saying.

Sun Wukong was captivated by (Y/n) beauty and her voice. As (Y/n) kept talking about tomorrow, she remarked on the immortal peaches. An idea came to mind, a way to confess his feeling for the (f/c) maiden.

~ The night before the peach festival~

(y/n) was prepared for tomorrow and was about to sleep. But a soft knock came from her window. She thought it was nothing til it happened again. (Y/n) went to check it out, the noise.

She opens the window to find a peach.

An immortal peach was on her window.

She gasped, clasping her hands to her mouth before she took it inside. (Y/n) hoped no one saw or heard her.

'What in the celestial realm!' she thought, concerned about the consequences of just having it. She paced around before she spotted a note on the peach and read it.

' Hey, peaches! 🍑

I know tomorrow is big! But i thought it would be a great idea to give you something! I hope you like this gift. I know I'm pretty incredible,

Hopefully, I'll see you tomorrow.

Ps. I borrowed this one! Okay!

~ From Sun Wukong'

"Wukong," she said softly and blushed profusely. (Y/n) realized she had to be angry at wukong, but she couldn't.

She stared at the peach and laughed. She loved the doodles Wukong made on the letter of him and her. She knew she had to see him. (Y/n) made her way back to the garden and carefully moved through the court.

She found him on his cloud, looking at the moon. She tapes his shoulder, causing him to jerk. Wukong turned to see her giggling at his reaction. "(Y/n)? What are you doing out here this late? Man, maybe I am a bad influence on you," he chuckled.

(Y/n) took out the peach from her sleeve, "Mind explaining this?" Not looking mad but not pleased either. "wow, so you are a theft! Using me to get to these immortal fruits!" He dramatically said before he felt a light punch on his shoulder.

"Wukong, you know you need to protect this! It's not something you can hand out!" She whispers to him. Wukong chuckled and played it off but felt that (Y/n) had turned him down.

Before giving him a small kiss on his cheek. "But the note was charming." Smiling at him, causing him to freeze.

(Y/n)'s smile under the moonlight, how the light provided a beautiful glow to her skin and hair. He wanted time to stop moving and to live in this moment.

With (Y/n).

The maiden felt at peace with the night. It was so quiet. She opened her eyes to meet a pair of golden ones staring at her.

"Wukong? Are you all right?" She asked as she shook her hand in front of his face. He blinks before speaking, "sorry, you just look so gorgeous." He said as he pushed her hair out of her face.

(Y/n)'s face became pink as a peach. "That's sweet of you to say, Wukong." She said, yearning to stay like this. But she knew she had to go before anyone saw them.

"I have to go," she sadly said, turning away from him. Wukong saw his opportunity fading in front of him. He didn't want to leave it unspoken.

"Wait!" He expressed as he used his tail to grab her waist. Wukong unknowingly brings her closer to him. Her face was only inches away from his. She was surprised by this motion. "Wukong?" She whispered under her breath.

Wukong took a deep breath before she knew their lips meet. He closed his eyes as he did. (Y/n) was a bit surprised but closed her eyes as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into the kiss.

They pull away for air. (Y/n) looked into his eyes. She knew she had fallen for Sun Wukong, and he fell for (Y/n).

"(Y/n), I care about you. You are the most amazing woman I have met." He said before placing the peach in front of them. "I want to be with you."

"Wukong," (Y/n) felt bliss as he spoke, forgetting the world around them and everything in it.

"Let's share a peach? I'm sure they wouldn't miss one." He said with a huge grin, but (Y/n) mind snapped back to reality, and her eyes shot open.

"We can't do that, Wukong! Who knows what would happen if someone saw us!" She said worriedly about the punishment they would face. "This is sacred-"

"So are my feeling for you, (Y/n)," Wukong interrupted (Y/n) as he looked at her. "I want you to know my feelings for you are eternal."

Wukong felt anxious, seeing (Y/n) in deep thought. Wondering if this is the thing that makes her walk away. He waited nervously for her answer if there was one.

(Y/n) had to think for a moment. Thinking of what consequences would come from eating the peach. But her heart won over her mind. If one is missing, it could go unnoticed.

"One going missing wouldn't hurt tomorrow's festival." She said, agreeing to part-take in this act together. Wukong's ears lit up in excitement, hugging the (f/c) maiden and spinning in circles. Both tried to hold in the laughter.

They shared one more kiss before Wukong split in half. Both parts take in eating the sweet immortal peach from each other's hand, and a pair of eyes watched them in the dark.

(Y/n) comprehended they were sweet through the Queen and her guest who ate the fruits. But she never knew it would be this delicious.

Wukong finally got to taste the fruit that he had been protecting. The taste was marvelous, and the textures in his mouth were phenomenal.

Sun Wukong wanted more.

(Y/n) leaned on Wukong's shoulder as they stared at the moon. Recalling Wukong's promise to her.

To take her to the mortal realm.

"Wukong," she looked at the monkey king." Do you remember the promise you made me?" She asked him, and he nodded. "Of course I do."

"Well, can I change that promise?" (Y/n) asked him, grabbing his hand. Wukong was a bit surprised and smiled at the maiden. "Well, dang. I already had a whole day planned out for us." He chuckled, "but, yes, you can change it."

"Well, ever since you came to the celestial realm and became a guard for the garden. It has been more lively and delightful." She exclaimed her joy at his presence. "I wouldn't care if we went to the mortal realm or stayed here or anywhere else." She looked into his eyes

"Even if we had no place to go. So long you are by my side. My life would be complete." (Y/n) looked up at Sun Wukong, who was stunned.

"You mean that?" He asked, making her nod her head. Wukong chuckles before squeezing her hands and hugging her. "Then, I promise you I'll be by your side, (Y/n)." He said as she hugged him back. They cuddle in the moonlight on his anubis cloud.

It felt like the night could last forever, and (Y/n) wanted it. (Y/n) could feel her eyes beginning to be heavier as she yawned. Wukong chuckles in her attempt to stay up.

"I think it's time for you to sleep, peaches. I'll see you in the morning." He said before kissing her on her cheek. (Y/n) smile as she returned a kiss. "Good night then, Wukong." She said before heading back to her chambers.

As (Y/n) left, Wukong fought his impulsive need to devour more of the peaches as hard as he could.

~The day of the Peach festival.~

Today was the day, the peach festival. (Y/n), and her sister was ready to go into the garden to pick the best peaches. As all eight maidens walked inside audible gasp was heard.

To the (f/c) maiden horror, every single peach was gone. The trees were barren, with nothing but leaves. (Y/n)'s eyes wide as she could hear her sisters questioning what had happened.

"I don't know. There were peaches here yesterday before I left." (Y/n) said in a shaken voice. Her sister talked about what to do and how it could continue.

or if it should.

How could it be? (Y/n) and Wukong only ate one! A question went through her mind, 'Did he do this?'

"Sun Wukong!?" (Y/n) yelled for the monkey's name, but nothing.

It was silent when she was about to call again until thuds came from behind her. The maiden turned to see all seven of her sisters on the ground unconscious.

"Sist-" (Y/n) was cut off by a shock going through her body. She could feel herself being placed on a tree before she went unconscious.

The last thing she saw was the Monkey King's face, looking regretful for his actions. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). Maybe it's best not to be with a troublemaker like me."

~Hours later~

(Y/n) woke up only minutes after the festival was in ruins. She rubbed her temple before remembering her sister as she saw them waking up. They were all wondering what had occurred.

"I don't know," (Y/n) said, unsure what was happening, but yelling could be heard from the palace. They all got up and rushed to find the whole festival in ruins. (Y/n) asked someone what was happening.

"The monkey king impersonated a guest, stole all the immortal wine, and broke into Lao Tzu's chemical lab!" They explain, causing the maiden it has a fearful look. How long were they out, and where was Sun Wukong?

It wasn't long til everyone affected by the monkey king's actions complained to the jade emperor. (Y/n) and her sister explained what had happened to them and how the peaches were gone.

Everyone was furious, but (Y/n).

She was heartbroken. The maiden mind was wondering, 'why?'

Why would he do this? He knew how much it meant to her, how she was excited for the day. Why would he do this to her, especially after they expressed their love?

And why did he leave her behind?

It wasn't long till the jade emperor sent his army to attack Sun Wukong and bring him to justice. Meanwhile, (Y/n) was in her room, feeling her heartache and hiding her face in her hands, wiping her fallen tears.

A soft knock was heard throughout the room as (Y/n) gave faint hiccups. (Y/n) believed it came from the window, but one of her sisters came in.

"(Y/n)… The Queen wants to see you." She said in a soft voice.

(Y/n) felt her color drained from her skin.

The queen, mother of heaven's court, wanted to see (Y/n). She got up and tidied herself up, feeling her stomach twist in knots as she walked to the queen's palace.

(Y/n) could feel eyes on her. Everyone was watching and whispering as she walked. (Y/n) couldn't make out the whisper.

She didn't want to. (Y/n) did not want to hear what they had to say about her and Sun Wukong. She stood in front of the doors, heart racing as she took deep breaths.

The doors opened before her as she walked into the large room.

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#lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk #lmk nezha #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #starkidwritings #I'll just die in the corner

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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In hand(s)y! Does Kate know any sign language like she did in good girls?

(Actually about to start a bsl course next week!)

Kate didn't know any BSL when she started seeing Anthony but that quickly changes

It wasn't something Anthony really thought about, honestly, Greg being deaf. At least not past, Does this have captions so Greg can enjoy it like everyone else. The entire family had been fluent in sign before greg had, really. His father had sat them all down Greg still a tiny baby tucked in his arms and said

"He's as much a part of this family as anyone else, so we're going to do whatever he needs."

And no one had disagreed.

Anthony had gotten used to signing with his words, gotten used to Greg tugging on his sleeve nervously Ant I can't understand and clearing his throat gently to interrupt someone.

"Sorry, he's learning to read lips, could you just turn to look at him?"

And he hadn't really thought about it when he'd turned to his girlfriend, his nose pressed against her hair as she lay on his chest, sketching idly, a picture of a tiny hapless handyman that she swore she wasn't writing a book about, and said

"I'm um- I'm taking Gregory and Hyacinth to the cinema tomorrow."

Kate had hummed, kissing his cheek. "You said, that'll be fun."

Anthony nodded, anxiety rolling in his stomach, "Yeah, um- We'll probably get something to eat afterwards."

"Sounds nice."

Anthony sighed, a little frustrated that she hadn't even considered what he might be asking her. "Kate, do you want to come with me to the cinema with my little brother and sister? And then we'll get something to eat afterwards."

Kate spun towards him, her eyes a little wide, sketch abandoned. "You want me to hang out with your siblings?"

She knew what it meant, he could tell, that he was introducing her to the most important people in his life. "This is really great, and I want you to get to know my family."

There was a tiny smile, tugging at her lips, her thumbnail caught between her teeth as she nodded "Yeah, um- that sounds fun. As long as your Mum is okay with it, and as long as they want me to come."

Anthony sighed, "Kate, my Mum has been dying for me to introduce a woman to them for years. She'll probably try and handcuff you to her."

And he still hadn't thought about it on the way over, even when Kate asked the gentle question,

"I'm not trying to be... insensitive but is there anything I should change when I talk to Greg? I just want to make him comfortable."

It had caught in his throat, as he'd tugged her from the car, parked in his mother's driveway"It's not insensitive to wonder how to make my brother comfortable: It's sweet. But don't stress, he can read lips, you just have to make sure you're looking at him, and he's looking at you. If you want to catch his attention, just touch the back of his hand. And Hyacinth and I can translate his signs."

Kate had nodded, tucking herself into his side nervously as he pushed the door open.

"Mum! Hy! I'm here!"

He'd started to cast around for Greg but it wasn't necessary. He was sitting at the top of the stairs, his jacket already on, ready to go. He darted up when he saw the door open, his Doctor Who tshirt on, sneakers pounding against the stairs.

Anthony! He practically barrelled into him, his arms tight around his chest for a long moment before he stepped back, blushing as his eyes fell on Kate who'd been jostled a little to the side in his excitement. Oh! Is this Kate? Can you tell her I'm sorry? I was just excited.

His hands were twitching nervously, clearly not wanting to use his voice, self conscious as he always was using it with new people, one too many joke at school would do thta to a person.

Anthony caught his attention quickly, Hey, it's okay-

Kate's hand darted out, gently touching the back of Gregory's hand, cutting them both off, as his eyes darted towards her hands moving hesitantly It's okay, Greg. I'm K-A-T-E! I love your shirt, Doctor who is cool

Gregory's mouth fell open in time with Anthony's comical surprise echoing through the room as his Mum and hyacinth appeared.

"Kate, did you-?" But his words trailed off as soon as he saw the look on his brother's face.

Gregory's eyes had lit up in excitement, spinning towards Anthony with the brightest smile on his face, clearly a little unsure what to do in his excitement.

You know BSL?!

Kate nodded, only a little. I'm taking a class

Tears stung at Anthony's eyes as he watched Gregory hoot happily, turning towards their Mum. Mum! Kate's learning BSL! And She's really nice!

Their Mother was staring at Anthony, tears glistening in her own eyes as she kissed the top of Greg's head I can see that, sweetheart

She looked up, clearing her throat as she held her hand out towards Kate, "Kate, it's lovely to meet you, I'm Violet."

"Mrs Bridgerton, it's lovely to meet you as well. Thanks for letting me take these guys out."

And his mother hummed as Gregory already loitering near the door, tapping his foot impatiently as Hyacinth shrugged into her jacket Hurry up! We'll miss the ads and there's one for Jurassic World!

"I don't think I'll be able to keep them away from you from now on."

Kate laughed brightly, kissing Anthony's cheek before she turned back to Gregory and Hyacinth, "Okay! Let's go, first one there can sit in the front with Anthony."

Anthony tried not to notice Gregory loitering beside Kate as Hyacinth darted forward, staring curiously up at her.

His mother hummed as Kate waved back at her, nudging him in the ribs as he watched Kate go.

"And we'll be proposing to Kate when?"

And for the first time in the last ten minutes Anthony took a shuddering breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Jesus, maybe tonight at this rate. She didn't even tell me she was taking a class." The words rambling from his chest. "I'm so stupidly in love with her."

His mother hummed, "Yes, I thought you might be. With good reason too, it seems like."

#hand(s)y #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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korruptbrekker · 2 years

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Anaroceit Week Day 2: Truth

[Previous] — Day 2 — [Next] — [Masterpost] — [AO3]

Rated T — Content Warnings: Minor Angst

Word Count: 691

@anaroceitweek

Roman has a misunderstanding with Virgil and Janus helps to clear things up.

One of the things Roman learned after he started spending more time around Janus and Virgil was that being in the presence of the personification of Deceit meant a lot of lies.

But, more importantly, it meant finding truth in unexpected places.

Virgil had warned him early on that Janus's mere presence was enough to coax even the most truthful into lying, and Roman had taken that into account and brushed off the little whispers in the back of his mind when he was around his serpent sweetheart.

But actually seeing the effects was something Roman could have never prepared for. Virgil and Janus were cuddling together on the common room couch, all the other Sides off on their own various adventures. Patton and Logan were having a chat with Thomas, and Remus was off frolicking in the Daydreamscape.

Roman, excited to watch a movie with his not-yet-boyfriends, walked into the room only to see them pressed against each other, Virgil exhausted and slumped against Janus's side, knuckles white where they gripped Janus's capelet.

Janus, in this moment the more observant of the two, smiled at Roman before turning to Virgil.

“Roman's here, spiderling,” he muttered, a hand rubbing circles into his boyfriend's back, “would you like him to stay?”

“You really think I'd let him stick around?” Virgil's voice was exhausted and dulled, but the words still cut effortlessly through Roman's chest.

The air stood still, and Roman swore he heard something cracked. And so, naturally, he did what he always did when someone hurt him. He hurt them back.

“Well I'm sorry that you can't handle me. It's all your loss, really.” He forced, willing the tears building in his eyes not to fall. “Good riddance, I don't need a crybaby for a boyfriend anyways.” He turned on his heel to run, but a hand caught his shoulder.

“Roman, wait.” Janus commanded, calm and cool as ever.

“What, you too snake?” He sneered. “Want to get one last hit in before a right and proper K.O.?” He felt the extra hand on his shoulder flinch.

“Remember what Vee told you about me? About being Deceit?” Janus's voice shook and Roman winced.

“That you make people lie?”

“Not exactly.” The hand slipped from his shoulder. “Take a seat my love.” Roman didn't turn around. “Please, just listen.” With a breath Roman nodded and allowed Janus to guide him onto the couch on Janus's other side.

“I'm Deception. And as you know, for myself lying and telling the truth is a matter of control.” Roman nodded and Janus continued. “It's the same for others as well. Don't you notice how you're more inclined to lie around me?”

Roman nodded again, stomach sinking when he realized where this was going.

“Well, sometimes, when you're tired,” he nudged Virgil gently and the lump hummed, “that control goes away. And so you lie. Right, Virge?”

“Not a bit.” He mumbled with a nod.

“Precisely.” Janus pat his shoulder with a gentle. “Do you understand a little more, Roman? I asked Virgil if he wanted you to stay, and seeing as it was a no, it meant yes.” Roman's mouth twisted. The tears returned for an entirely new reason.

“Speak what's on your mind, dear.” Janus coaxed.

“I'm so sorry, shadowling. I didn't realize—”

“I'll never forgive you.” Virgil interrupted. “I'm fine, but, well, it's not like I understand.”

“That's confusing.” Roman admitted, after a long pause. “But I think I get it, and I'm so very, very sorry. To both of you.”

Janus hummed. “Yes it is confusing, but you'll pick up on it soon enough. And we'll be sure to have a proper conversation when we're all right of mind.” He tapped the side of Virgil's head gently.

Virgil nodded, making grabby hands at Roman. “Now go away you big lump.”

Roman awkwardly laughed, still still and wracking with guilt, but he settled next to Virgil anyway and got a kiss on the cheek and a proper squeeze in confirmation that Virgil still loved him.

It would take a moment, and a lot of conversations, but maybe Roman could get used to this.

#sanders sides #fanfiction #fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #roman sanders #ts roman #janus sanders #ts janus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #anaroceit #anaroceitweek2022 #kbwrites

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Home Of Revolution

(Gif by @twvstedsouls)

Author's Note: Ada and Freddie are honestly my favourite ship in the whole show!! I just loved them so much and I wish Freddie hadn't died because they would have been such a powerful communist couple. Just imagine how fun it would have been if Tommy had two Thornes in his side!

Word count: 898, short and sweet

Freddie didn't want to take Tommy's offer on the house. If it wasn't for his revolutionary ideals, it was simply for the fact that he wouldn't take his brother-in-law's charity. But even Ada, who was by far more stubborn and proud than her husband could ever hope to be, wouldn't let her baby boy grow up in that dingy little attic. Although he wouldn't admit it, he had found the idea a good one when he saw Karl waddling through each room, wagging his chubby little fist to show his parents their new home. Tommy gave it to them as a gesture of good grace, to apologise for the Grace that had tore his old best friend from his newborn. On those grounds, Freddie could accept it, with only minimal grumbling. Besides, the extra room means he could rent it out to that young writer boy that had more interest in a roof over his head than a revolution.

"Hear that, Freddie?" Ada smirked as she awed in the corridor, turning around to admire the shining walls and the staircase- and all of it was theirs. He stopped for a minute, craning his head for the scratching of rats that Ada could chase out with her revolver, or the sound of domestic arguments echoing through thinner walls. "Silence. At last."

The little sigh and smile on her face was so much more relaxed than he'd seen her in a long time, the tiredness that made its home in her shoulders lifting with joy.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you this myself," he said, taking the bag out of her hand and onto the floor so that he could replace it with his palms encasing hers. "You ended up with the poor old communist toad who can't give his princess a palace."

He brushed a bit of her hair back behind her ear, seeing her beam up at him with all the love he saw in her eyes on their wedding day. She'd charged through Small Heath, not caring who saw her in her pretty white dress and flowery veil. She was a braver woman than he often gave her credit for.

"Oh, sod off," she said, as lovingly as ever. "You know I'd live in a bloody prison cell as long as I had you and Karl with me."

"Maybe we'll have to see." He gave a cheeky arch of his eyebrow. "We still don't know how Tommy got this place."

His old argument on Tommy's ambiguously legitimate methods forced a groan from Ada as she rolled her eyes. She always took Freddie's side when they were together, lecturing her brothers about the class consciousness and their continued efforts to try and find a way to make capitalist systems suit them would only oppress another. They'd taken to rolling their eyes whilst Polly offered to make another cup of tea and Finn looked more confused than amused or annoyed. The only reason they were ever down in Small Heath now was to make sure the family were still living and breathing, and the family only invited them over to see little Karl. Since he was born, Ada had found her place as favourite Shelby had been replaced, not that she could find it in her to be jealous. Karl was just as angelic as Freddie swore she was. And with Esme and John just having their first child together, a beautiful baby boy called Lee who Karl loved nothing more than playing with, the divides between morals and family were becoming increasingly small.

Just as though he were summoned, Karl came tottering into the corridor as he began garbling about one thing or another. With as much enthusiasm, Freddie moved down to pick his son up and hold him in his arms, nodding and agreeing to whatever it was he was saying. Ada looked at her two boys tenderly, one hand stroking Karl's dark hair and one pressed under her coat, up against her belly.

"I think he likes the house."

"Yeah, maybe he does," Freddie murmured as he looked round. It was bare at the minute, but he could imagine it in a few months: Ada's books lining the walls, some Communist newspapers and leaflets lining the coffee table, more blankets and cushions than they needed (just as Ada liked it), photographs crowding each mantle place and empty space there was left, and the three of them curled up on the sofa. "Maybe he likes his new home, hey?"

Karl gave a big grin, face so close that he nearly knocked Freddie's teeth out as he shook his head. He moved away quickly, as Ada stifled a scoff and bit her lip at making a remark at her husband's sudden change of heart.

"Why don't you go upstairs and choose your room?" Ada suggested. "You can have any one you like."

"Any?" He looked up at his parents, wide-eyed and surprised.

"Of course, son," Freddie grinned. "It's all ours."

And Ada looked up at her husband and grinned- they may be principled, but it doesn't mean they have to let their boy grow up in poverty. Not like they did. That's what they were fighting for, after all, wasn't it?

#peaky blinders #ada thorne #freddie thorne #karl thorne #ada shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fix it #freddie x ada #john x esme #tommy x grace #communism

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Another romantic gesture prompt: Peterpatterlina + Falling asleep on your lover's shoulder?

Julie startled awake at her desk, eyes bleary as she took in the time and swore. Rushing about the room, she gathered up all her necessities, quickly changing, deciding that a shower just wasn't in the cards today, at least not until later, if she didn't pass out first. She ran down the stairs, almost barreling into Reggie as she did.

"Whoa there little darlin', where's the fire?" He bent down and pressed a quick kiss to where her brow was wrinkled, and she giggled before panic washed over her once more.

"Slept in, have an exam in like an hour, and I just need to go before I'm late and fail this class and then have to delay graduation for like a year and..."

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her, breathing in deeply and slowly. "Jules, you need to calm down." Luke guided her breathing to slow, Reggie embracing her from the front until she was a little less manic.

"We can drive you to school, no worries. Now come have at least a slice of toast and some tea, you will not thank yourself going to an exam hungry," Reggie said. Luke let them both go and was already rushing to the kitchen to prepare them food. Julie tried to protest, but she was helpless against her partners patented puppy dog eyes.

And she did feel better after scarfing down two slices of avocado toast and a mug of tea. Even if the clock ticking down made her nibble on her bottom lip until it was sore. Luke came over, releasing it and kissed it gently, soothing the ache.

"Hey, you got this. Come on, we'll get you to school, and if you want we can pick you up, or we can be here waiting for you when you get back. Okay?"

Julie nodded, grabbing her things once more and found two strong pairs of arms embracing her before hurrying out the door. She was fairly certain they would escort her right to her classroom if they could. They got her to school in record time, beeping the horn, shouting their love and wishes of luck as they drove away. Julie felt warmed from the inside out, knowing her goobers would always be there for her. She could pass this class, she knew the material inside and out by now. She totally got this.

A few hours later, exhausted and drained, Julie stumbled home, dropping her things in the porch and let out a weak call to let the boys know she was back.

"Hey boss, we could have come got you," Luke said, taking her things to put in the right spot.

Julie waved him off. "Needed the walk to clear my head. The exam was brutal, and the fresh air did me some good. I'm sure I did fine, because oof I do not wanna write that test again."

Reggie popped out from the kitchen, taking in Julie's haggard appearance. "Yeah, well you're done now. Time to relax. I'll whip us up some snacks, put on a good movie, and you can chill until grades come out next week, sound good?"

"Heavenly."

Soon enough, all donned in comfy clothes, Julie sat back and enjoyed a sandwich and some soup with the loves of her life, a generic rom com playing on the screen that neither of them would admit to loving whole-heartedly. It was one of Julie's favourite's too, but now full of good food and surrounded by a warm embrace, Julie found herself drifting.

"Oooh, Julie, it's your favourite part!" Luke exclaimed, only to look over and see her fast asleep on Reggie's shoulder. The other man was looking down on her with a fond expression, and Luke felt his heart swell with love for these two. He grabbed the remote, lowering the volume, and tossed a fuzzy blanket over the three of them, snuggling into Julie. A nap didn't sound too bad right about now.

Reggie shook his head as Luke started to snore a short time later, and it was a good thing he didn't mind being used as a human pillow. He just pulled the blanket tighter over the three of them, and let himself relax into the couch cushions, soon joining them in slumber.

The nap was just what Julie needed, waking up much more refreshed, all cuddled into her boys. And if they ensured she spent the next week as pampered, relaxed and satisfied in as many ways as they could to keep her minds off grades coming out, well she wasn't going to complain about that.

She passed her class with flying colours anyways, jumping up and down screaming when the results came out, Luke and Reggie doing the same right along with her, exclaiming that they told her she had got this. And they were right, she totally did.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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rurulyywrites · 2 years

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☁️ Kiddo in Wonderland 2: Adventure of Ruru

Requested by: literally no one

Pairings: IT IS PLATONIC:) all characters+ Kid!little sister! Y/n

Plot: Y/n starts getting comfortable with the Heartslabyul residents. Warming up and getting comfy with them. Thinking she might have a good time with them.

TWs!: Swearing child (yet again,not Tommyinnit)

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"The tarts are ready!" Cater said as Trey placed the plate of tarts and tea "Owaa?! It looks so good!" Y/n said,making Trey proud "You made this?!"

Y/n asked Trey as he nods lightly with a smile "That's so frikkin cool!" She said as she reached for her backpack and took something out. A small digital camera. She took a photo of the tart and it processed it.

"What's that?" Cater asked "My Ruru nee San's camera! It was handed down to 3 of my siblings before me" she same as she showed the photo to them. "Speaking of Ruru! I'll go call you sister to pick you up"

Cater said,shocking Riddle. "How about no? Let's have her familiarise around here first,before calling her sister" Riddle reasoned

"Knowing Ruru,she must be worried. I'll just inform her" "no no no! I-.. uh.. listen,let's have her enjoy here first! And then we give her back. We can take care of her,right? Trey? Cater?"

Riddle asked. At this point,Trey and Cater knew what Riddle meant. He wants her to stay for a little more. It's unusual for riddle to act like this but he looks quite happy with her.

"Sure,Riddle! We'll call her later" Cater said as Trey agreed. Bringing a smile to both Y/n and Riddle's face.

〔With Ruru〕

She's been wandering around,checking bushes while Lilia was no where to be found. "Y/n!!! Y/n come back!! I'm sorry!!" Ruru's been shouting for 30 mins now. Contacting Lilia each and every then.

What if she went through one of the mirrors? It wouldn't hurt to try?

Ruru thought as she immediately sprinted to the hall of mirrors,trying to figure out where she could be. But before she jumps into one of the 7 dorms,she contacted their dorm leaders.

She's a huge fan of the Queen of Hearts.. Riddle.. I should contact him first.

She thought as she took her phone out and contacted Riddle. "C'mon.. pick up.. pick up.." she muttered as she placed the phone against her ear while it was ringing. "A-ah..! H-hello?"

"Riddle! Oh thank God! Listen! Have you seen a toddler wander around there? About 3'7", (hair color) hair,(eye color) eyes and wearing a rainbow shirt with a beige overall?" She asked.

"N-No! I haven't seen anyone like that! Why?" Riddle asked through the phone "She's my sister,I lost her. She couldn't be far. I'm really worried about her Riddle! Contact me immediately when you see her! And she's allergic to (allergy/least favourite food)"

"Yes yes! I'll try to look for her!" Riddle said as Ruru immediately hang up.

Her second favourite is the Evil Queen.. Could she be in Pomefiore? I swore I'd never go back there.. ah. Fuck it.

Ruru thought as she scrolled through her contacts to look for Vil Schoenheit.

"Oh of course I don't have that James Charles rip off's number." She muttered to herself. She tried looking for Epel and Rook's number but of course,she doesn't have them.

She sighed and jumped in the mirror to Pomefiore dorm.

"This gives me the creeps.." she muttered. The Pomefiore students were totally out of her reach,she was too boyish and acne filled her face. It's like they make the word acne in disgrace. Like wtf is puberty.

She knocked on the enormous doors of Pomefiore. Only to be answered by Epel "Oh! Heya! I got a question,if you don't mind" Ruru greets Epel with a smile. She's really close with Epel,so she's less worried of being murdered.

"Sure! Come in-" "N-No! Actually it'll be really quick! I'll be out quickly!" Ruy insisted,Epel chuckled and pulled Ruru in "Oh God.. this brings trauma.." Ruru muttered as they both sat down on the lounge

"Are they here?" "They're in their rooms" Epel said as Ruru sighed in relief. She rested her back against the soft chair "Oh! Right! Have you seen a kid anywhere? About 3'7"? (H/c) hair?" Ruru asked Epel as he shook his head

"Why? Who is it?" Epel asked,a little but concerned. "Well my little sister somehow got to here. Kidnapped and ran off. It's kinda my fault in why she ran away from me" Ruru said,Epel frowned at his friend's state.

"You need help? I can look for her" Epel offered "It's alright,I have Lilia looking for her too. Thanks for your ti-" "Epel??" Vil busted out his room,jumpscaring both Epel and Ruru

"Oh shit! Nah nah! I ain't dealin with this no more. See ya bitch!" Ruru said as she teleported out "Aww. Why didn't you tell me that Ruru came over,little Epel?"

Vil asked Epel "Please,Vil. She lost her sister in the school." "What?! Ruru has a little sister?!".

〔Back in Heartslabyul〕

"Are these bleached?" Y/n asked while roaming around the grounds of Heartslabyul with Riddle "Bleached?" "Yeah,it's almost impossible to grow white roses. Red roses would've been nice" Y/n said as she tired to reach one

"Nonono little Y/n, you can't pluck them!" Cater said as Y/n looked up at him with a pout,but soon gave in "*gasp* HEDGE-FUCKING-HOGS?!!" Y/n saw a blue hedgehog cross a path so she chased it like a dog seeing a squirrel.

"She's just like her sister,as fast as light" Cater said with a chuckle as Riddle agreed "HA! CAUGHT ONE!" Y/n said as she picked it up and showed Riddle "You're just like your sister. Reckless,but doesn't really break anything or do anything stupid. A good type of reckless"

Riddle tells Y/n as she looked at the hedgehog with awe "I get that alot! It's probably because it was Ruru nee san who educated me and also was with me in nursery! And I call her Mama nee San" Y/n said as she pets the hedgehog "I'm calling this one Sonic! Not really fast bit it's blue!" Y/n said as she snuggled with it.

"So~nic~ kun!" Y/n said as she lets the hedgehog free "Bai Bai!" She says again. "Fucking bitch." "Hey! Fucking asshole. You're old enough to know what manners are! Bitch" Y/n shouted back at an orange haired man

"And you're a kid!.......?! A KID?!" The man exclaims "Yeah I'm a fucking kid! I'm 6 years fucking old! Got a problem with that,you pussy?!" Y/n fights back "Chill man. Name's Ace,Ace Trappola"

Ace said as he kneeled down Y/n's height and smiled at her "Y/n,Y/n Lee" "Lee? Hey I know someone with that same last name!" Ace said "Yea no fucking shit dude,that's my sister. You look like you got a problem,mind talking about it?"

Y/n tells Ace "Yeah,pretty much. I just ate a tart that I thought wasn't owned by someone and git a dog collar on me. Now doesn't that sound like a fucking tyrant?" Ace tells Y/n as they both sat down on the ground

"Oh tell me about it. Same thing happened to me and one of my brothers. Tyrants are everywhere. Like fuck's sake man. God literally was high while making people" Y/n tells Ace,making him chuckle.

They kept in talking and swearing like sailors for 10 minutes until Ace was being called "Ah shit. That scared me to fucking death" Y/n muttered "THE FUCK'S UP BRO?!?!!!"

Y/n shouts back,making Ace lose it and fall down and laughed uncontrollably. Making Y/n laugh along.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! ACE?!" It was Riddle.. he was furious and was charging at the two of them "OH SHIT! HE'S ON HIS WAY! CARRY ME BITCH!!" Y/n exclaims

"I GOTCHU MAN!" Ace said as he carried Y/n and ran away,full speed until Riddle couldn't figure out where they were. "What a fucking NPC! Although he's a good guy,can't really say anything to him"

Y/n said "I literally forgot you're a kid..." Ace says as Y/n laughs "Your parents let you swear?!" Ace exclaims "No,I don't swear infront of anyone except Ruru"

"How'd you learn tho?" Ace asked "Mate. I live in the UK. My parents drive with windows open. And traffic is a thing" Y/n tells Ace as he cackles "You're fucking shitting me"

"Nah mate. We should go back,we ain't no pussy" Y/n reminds Ace as he agreed. Until... "Y..yeah.. I have no fucking idea where we are.." Ace says,shocking Y/n "Don't worry homie,I can retrace my steps" Ace said as he picked up Y/n "Lezz goo!!" "Yessir".

Y/n do be one of da homies.

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bewitchingfanfiction · 10 months

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Haikyuu Smut (2021/04/2)

"Okay, um, dress is on, ribbons wrapped tightly, should we go over the safe words again? Do we have the lube ready? Kenma are you comfortable-" Akaashi rambled as he looked over Kenma's appearance in the bathroom.

Kenma cut him off with a sigh. "Akaashi, I'm fine, really." He assured him.

It was partially true. He was excited for what was to come, he had spent all day thinking about it in fact, but now that it was getting real he was pretty nervous.

Tonight would be Kenma's first time, ever. And it was with three people.

But they had talked it out, what Kenma felt comfortable with and what not, in fact this entire night was planned out by Kenma.

So here he stood in the bathroom, wearing a loose, plain white nightgown that went just above his knees. His hands had been tied tightly behind his back using a red ribbon. Akaashi was in the bathroom with him, since someone had to help tie the ribbon. The other two waited in the bedroom.

"So, are you ready?" Akaashi asked hesitantly. "There's absolutely no shame in backing out, we'll understand-"

"I'm ready." Kenma reassured him with a small pout. "Now go wait with the others..."

Akaashi nodded. "Alright, not to be greedy but..." He pecked Kenma on the lips with a smile. Kenma smiled back and watched the taller boy leave the bathroom.

Kenma took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. Did he look good? Was he pretty enough? He wanted to give the boys a night they would remember, despite this night really being mainly about him.

Swallowing hard, Kenma left the bathroom.

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"If either of you hurt a single hair on that boy's head I'm going cut off your limbs and make you eat them." Akaashi hissed dangerously.

Bokuto jumped in fear and trembled. "Y-Yes Akaashi..."

"We'll be gentle. We're not gonna do anything until Kenma tells us we can." Kuroo insisted with a smile. He understood Akaashi's concern, hell, out of all of them Kuroo was the most concerned.

This wasn't just his boyfriend, this was Kenma, his childhood friend, his best friend, his boyfriend, his everything. Yes, he loved Akaashi and Bokuto just as much, but he didn't have history with them like he did with Kenma, and it made him even more nervous.

They heard Kenma's muffled voice from the other side of the door. "Could someone open the door?"

"Ah, sure." Akaashi stood up and opened the door easily, allowing the other to walk inside.

And just like that, Bokuto and Kuroo were at his mercy.

Kenma walked into the room stood up straight, confident, obedient. He glanced at Kuroo and Bokuto's faces, blushing softly. "Good evening...masters..."

His voice made jolts shoot through their bodies, all the way down to their genitals.

Part of Bokuto wanted to just grab Kenma, pin him to the wall and have his way with him, but he swore he'd do things Kenma's way and he was going to stick to that, no matter what.

Kuroo was having similar struggles, as he watched Kenma. He wanted to already be in him, and yet Kenma had just walked in.

For Akaashi, the appearance itself wasn't much, since he had helped Kenma put it together, but hearing him refer to them as masters was enough to already get him hard.

Kenma approached the bed and bowed his head, his blush never fading. "Masters, whom will I be taking care of first?"

The plan was for Kuroo. Kenma had asked for Kuroo specifically. Something about it being less intimidating because they had known each other since childhood. Akaashi and Bokuto conceded easily, as long as they all got a turn.

"That would be me." Kuroo told him confidently, already slipping off his pants and boxers, revealing his cock. "Please take care of this."

"...Yes master." Kenma knelt down onto his knees as Kuroo sat at the foot of the bed. Carefully, Kenma gave an experimental lick to the tip, causing Kuroo to let out a groan of pleasure. Seeing the reaction, Kenma wrapped his lips around the head. Kuroo moaned as he felt Kenma's tongue slipping around his dick in swift motions.

"Hey, let others get a turn." Bokuto pouted.

Kuroo let out one last moan before giving the command. "Enough." Kenma released his cock from his mouth, panting softly.

"My turn, my turn!" Bokuto pleaded. Akaashi shrugged.

"Go for it." Bokuto beamed.

He looked at Kenma expectantly before tossing his pants and boxers aside and joining Kuroo's side. "Please take care of me, Kenma!"

"Yes master." Kenma replied before taking Bokuto's length in his mouth. Bokuto moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Kenma's tongue twisting around his cock.

It went on for nearly a minute before Akaashi grew impatient.

"My turn, Bokuto. Don't be greedy." He smirked.

Bokuto whined and reluctantly gave the command. "Stop."

Kenma did as told before turning to give the same treatment to Akaashi, who enjoyed the experience just as much as the previous two.

When he finished, he stood up and stared down at his boyfriends, face flushed. "What would you like me to do next, masters?"

"I guess we should go ahead and get to it, no more foreplay." Kuroo commented.

"Okay," Akaashi nodded. "Kenma come here." Kenma came closer until he stood in front of Akaashi.

Bokuto smiled. "Can we push you onto the bed?" He asked, just to be sure.

Kenma thought it over before nodding hesitantly.

Kuroo wasted no time and shoved Kenma onto the bed. The blonde boy looked up at his boyfriends with lust and longing, knees locked together and arms still tightly tied behind his back.

"Don't worry, we'll be gentle. Promise." Akaashi smiled softly, kneeling down on Kenma's right and kissing him softly. Kenma kissed him back and briefly noticed Bokuto next to him on his left, kissing at his shoulder and collar bone.

But then he felt Kuroo trying to spread his legs apart and he winced, breaking the kiss from Akaashi and shutting his eyes tightly in nervousness.

"Baby, you're okay." Kuroo reassured him, not moving any further until Kenma gave the okay.

Kenma swallowed hard. "Is it...Is it gonna hurt?"

"Probably a little, but Kuroo's going to do it and you know he'll be gentle." Akaashi assured him.

Bokuto nodded with a smile, pecking Kenma's cheek. "If you say stop at any time we'll listen."

"...Okay...continue." Kenma told him hesitantly.

Kuroo nodded and spread his legs apart before crawling onto the bed slightly in between him. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers, making sure they were slick. "I'm gonna put a finger in, okay?"

Kenma gulped and shut his eyes tightly, tensing up. "Mhm."

"Honey, try to relax." Akaashi told him.

"We're right here, you're fine." Bokuto told him softly.

Kenma nodded and did his best to relax his body. He felt the tip of Kuroo's finger at his entrance and bit his lip.

"Are you ready?" Kuroo asked.

"...Yes, master." Kenma nodded briefly.

Kuroo stuck a finger in and Kenma let out a slight yelp. It didn't really hurt, it just felt really weird and invasive, but also really, really good.

Kenma whimpered as he felt Kuroo's finger move around. He let out quiet moans of pleasure that were making Akaashi and Bokuto hard as rocks once again.

"I'm going to put in another one okay?" Kuroo told him.

"A-Another one?" Kenma stuttered, panting slightly.

Akaashi nodded. "It's important so we don't hurt you when he puts in the real thing."

"Trust me, it'll be much better this way." Bokuto told him.

Kenma nodded hesitantly and Kuroo slipped another finger in. He moaned, his own length beginning to throb.

Bokuto leaned down and his lips latched on to Kenma's neck, he began to suck softly. Kenma whined when he hit a sweet spot.

"Can we untie you?" Akaashi asked softly.

Kenma nodded. "Please, master."

Akaashi let out a moan at being called that and quickly untied the ribbon on Kenma's arms, allowing the boy to move freely. He slipped off the nightgown and tossed it aside.

"I'm going to actually put it in now, Kenma." Kuroo informed him after he did a third finger.

"Alright..." Kenma gulped. He was nervous, but a part of him was also growing very uncomfortably hard and achy. "Please...p-put it in me, master..." He pleaded softly.

It took everything Kuroo had to keep at this slow and gentle pace. It was hard when Kenma was talking like that, but he would keep his word. He aligned himself up against Kenma's entrance. "Ready?"

"...Yes..." Kenma gripped Bokuto and Akaashi's hands still in anticipation.

Kuroo pushed himself inside and Kenma choked out a gasp of pain and pleasure. His length was so different compared to the fingers, and it did hurt. Tears bubbled in his eyes at the pain.

"Shhh...shhh...you're doing great..." Akaashi whispered comfortingly to him, kissing him on the side of the head. Bokuto peppered his neck with gentle kisses.

Soon, the pain subsided and Kenma gave the okay for Kuroo to move. He rocked them gently, making sure not to go too fast for Kenma.

Kenma moaned out in pleasure and pulled Kuroo down until the boy was pressed against him. Kuroo ran his hand on Kenma's leg as he continued to thrust into him.

Bokuto and Akaashi couldn't help touching themselves at the sight.

Kenma let out loud pants. "K-Kuroo...f-faster..."

"Are you sure, kitten?" Kuroo asked hesitantly, scared of hurting him.

Kenma nodded quickly. "P-Please, master!"

Kuroo did as told and began to thrust at a faster pace, causing the smaller boy to let out a series of moans and groans.

"Holy shit-" Bokuto came onto the sheets at the sound of Kenma's moans, Akaashi wasn't far behind him either, adding his own white substance to the sheets.

Kenma came onto his own stomach and Kuroo's, and the taller boy quickly pulled out to come onto the sheets as well.

The four boys panted tiredly, the whole experience was incredible, but also exhausting.

"So...what'd you think?" Akaashi asked tiredly as they all collapsed next to each other.

Kenma was silent for a moment, then grinned. "I think tomorrow you and I should do it next."

Bokuto groaned. "No fair!" The others laughed at his whining.

Okay, maybe Bokuto would end up going before Akaashi, but either way, Kenma was happy.

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kingdomsqueendomkimgme · 1 year

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Long live the king - Louis x reader

Pt.5

Kingdom masterlist

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Dann PoV.

// I hope Louis is wrong with his feeling of something bad happening later // I ran around gathering the others "OK, everyone knows what they have to do. Ivan, Hwon, Mujin you'll stay with Y/N, Me, Arthur and

Jahan will be staying with Louis." everyone nodded and with that we headed to pich both of them up.

Louis PoV.

I finished changing when the boys came in we waited for Y/N to finish. The Maids are currently helping her. "You good?" I nodded. "Yes, but I'm still worried... " Dann sat down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder" Hey, everything will be alright Ok?" "Yes" Ivan spoke up" We'll make sure nothing will happen" I looked at them and smiled "thank you guys"

all of them shook their head "That's what friends are for. We stick together" Mujin said. I smiled. //I hope they are right... But I also would never blame them if something happens... It's after all not their fault, I really need to keep that in mind, to not lash out on them if something happens// „Your in thoughts again..." I looked at Jahan „I'm sorry" „It's ok, we understand you..." „especially I do..." I looked at Dann shocked // He hadn't spoken about Jiwoo since her death ....He never let anyone know how he was feeling about it...// „I know the fear of losing someone... and how it feels to lose someone... I don't want anyone of you to experience that feeling..." We all looked at him now „Dann I-„ „No its ok." He smiled at me „Maybe in future I'll find her soul in a different body again. But for now it's more important that nothing will happen to you two.. I swore that I'll protect you guys and your loved ones. I promised Jiwoo that I'll take care of all of you. I already broke it once.. That's not going to happen again." The whole room was silent. Ivan and Mujin had tears in their eyes."I promise you that now and forever" I hugged him and whispered „We'll be careful and I promise we will find her." He hugged me back „Thank you"

No one heard that Y/N came in, we only noticed her after Mujin went t her crying seeking comfort. She hugged him back and rubbed soothingly over his back. „How long have you been here" I asked. She looked at me, then to Dann and back. „Long enough, but I don't know what to say." Dann smiled at her „It's ok, its first of all not our fault and second of all I'm over it, Yess it does still hurt, especially not knowing when or if I'll ever see her again... But its alright" She nodded and gave all of us a comforting smile. Still holding Mujin who slowly calmed down. „You ok again?" She softly asked him, he took his head off of her shoulder and nodded. Both of them walked over to us. Just now I noticed how beautiful she looked. „You look so gorgeous." I whispered and back hugged her. „You two are so cute together" there was our Mujin again, His squealing is just so him. I laughed. „Now come we don't want to be to late for the opening." I let go of her but took her hand in mine. We walked to the Ballroom.. I took a deep breath. „You can still go back. We can say you both are sick or something." I looked at Hwon then at

Y/N who shook her head „No its fine." We walked inside and to the front to open the Ball. //everyone is already here..// As soon as we stood on the Platform I thanked everyone and opened the Ball. I looked around //There are a few of Jaehyuns people here... I knew it// „Dann" I leaned over to him „I know there are a few of Jaehyuns people but we can't do anything, it would be to obvious" I nodded and leaned back. „Can we dance for a bit?" Y/N looked up at me. //I don't know if that's a good idea...// I still nodded and took her to the dance floor with me. „Your so beautiful." she looked up at me with a warm smile. „You don't look bad yourself my King" I spun her around and catchend her in my arms. „Your much of a tease you know that?" She smirked „ I don't know what your talking about."

We danced for awhile before we went back. Suddenly we heard crashing noise from the Halls. „Please everyone stay calm we'll Handel that." Mujin, Jahan and Hwon walked outside. „Y/N, Louis you both need to get out of here..Now" I nodded at Danns words and took Y/N, I walked with her till we got to a big Painting. I looked around to see if anyone is there. I couldn't see anything but I heard footsteps. „There are you.. I wondered were you two would have been going to." //Jaehyun...// „Yes Louis your right its me. You have something that I want. Give her to me now!" „No i won't." A sudden blast ripped us both apart. I saw how Y/N got thrown against the wall, her unconscious body fell to the floor. „Then fight" I jumped away from the voice. „You will lose and I'll get revenge" I narrowed my eyes at him. „Forget it." with that we began to fight. //I hope the other come soon.//

Dann POV.

//why the heck are there so many??// I fought back another of Jaehyuns People. Soon we had eliminated all of them.

I pinned the last one down with my sword. „While you were here fighting us our boss attacked your Precious Louis and Y/N. He has the sword with him and will win and take her with him" I killed the last one „Come we need to find them and help them. we can't lose any more time." I yelled an with that we ran down the halls. //Please don't let it be to late//

Louis POV.

„Fuck" I held my side where he had been able to get me.. I stumbled back. I looked down and saw blood //Y/N was right//

I heard laugher. My look shot up again. „Let her go" Jaehyun had picked her up and was about to jump out of the window „Maybe you'll get a second chance to fight with me to get. Her back. But till then you have to life with the thought of maybe never getting her back." Again he laught „Good night and sweet dream King Louis" With that he jumped out of the window. The last thing i saw was Dann and the other running towards me with scared looks on their faces. Then everything went black.

Jaehyun POV.

//Finally after so many years of waiting for this moment it finally happened // „Here take her to her room and make sure she can't escape" „Yes Sir" I turned around to the Altar „Just a bit longer and we will be able to destroy this Kingdom with everyone in it."

#kingdom arthur #kingdom chiwoo #kingdom dann #kingdom ivan #kingdom jahan #kingdom louis #kingdom mujin #kingdom x reader #kingdom reaction #kingdom hwon

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Ben Chilwell | Boys won't be bugs

in which (y/n) finds a spider, and ben locks himself in the bathroom.

song inspo: boys will be bugs - cavetown

t/w: mentions of spiders! (i was terrified of summonding them whilst writing i can't lie)

"I don't mean to alarm you," you start, peering your head around the doorframe.

Ben was sprawled out on the sofa, his head placed softly to the cushion as his curls fell delicately over his forehead. He clung to the remote as though someone were about to snatch it away, eyes glued to the tv screen in front of him.

Since the two of you had moved in together, you hadn't came across many spiders; Ben forcing you to handle the tiny baby ones. He'd still run a mile if ever you chased after him with one, screeching through the halls, but the smaller ones weren't a serious threat to you. Considering both you and ben were deathly afraid of them, you'd done good to avoid them for the most part-until today.

"The day has come. I just found a huge spider in the bedroom."

It took a few moments for him to register your words, instantly sitting up as he understood. He sighs, throwing the remote across the sofa, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"you're joking, surely." Ben groans. He raises his hand to his mouth, brushing over his lips as his thoughts start to race. You watch as he shuffles uncomfortably in the seat for a moment, unknowing what move to make next. You could see his fear was growing, and wanted to act as calm as possible for him, but the spider was quite big.

"its okay, we got this. we'll just...stare at it and hope for the best." you're stood fully in the room now, your fingers tugging at the hem of your sweater.

Ben pulls a face at you and stands abruptly, brushing his clothes down as though to wipe away the anxiety. "show me where he is."

you lead ben up the stairs and into your bedroom, standing in front of the blank cream painted wall. you stare in confusion, you could've swore it was- you'd lost it.

"are you having me on?" ben asks, throwing his arm up. he turns his body in intervals in search of the spider you spoke of, scanning the bedroom floor and the walls, but there was nothing.

"it was here, i pinky promise. it must've ran away somewhere."

ben turns his head at you in an instant, his cheeks heating in disbelief. without saying a word, he climbs on to the bed and stands, his arms holding the air as he finds his balance. Staring down at you with now folded arms, he huffs.

"oh come on," you say, small giggles escape your lips as you watch him stand in protest. "you're acting like a child."

"a child?" he repeats, offended. "you said its huge. it could eat me alive for all i know. i'm safe up here." he nods as though to reassure himself.

"it was a big one to be fair. but its gone-" you're cut off by a shadow scurrying from the corner of your eye. you turn your attention from ben, stood a height above you, to the duvet on the bed. you're met with the huge spider, making its way quickly over to bens feet, stood in the middle of the bed. eyes growing in fear, you point to the spider who's now quickly makings its escape under the pillows. for a moment, you're frozen-your mouth is unable to move as you're trying to comprehend its size.

"what?" Ben asks as he notices the growing panic in your face. he follows the point of your finger and jumps, realising what it is.

"what the fuck!" ben exclaims, jumping from the bed with a loud thump. he hurriedly runs into the en-suite bathroom attached to your room and locks the door shut behind him.

although stood in panic, you burst into a chorus of laughter as you replay his actions. your body slowly unfreezes, hands falling to your stomach. bens face was priceless- his eyes almost wide enough for them to threaten to fall out, arms flying up in the air.

"stop laughing at me. i can hear you laughing at me." ben whines from behind the door. you can't see him, but you imagine him curled into a ball, head leaning against the door as though he's been in there for days.

"it's just too funny. you're adorable my angel." you're stood at the other side, speaking into the wood that separates the pair of you. with no sign of the spider anymore, you also fall to the floor, back against the door. you sigh, crossing your legs as your hands clasp together in your lap.

"you can't stay in there forever silly."

"but its still out there. i know you'll look after me. but i'm, i'm scared, y/n." he admits, his fingers tapping the tiles on the bathroom floor. he rarely told you he was scared or upset, he liked to prove to you he was strong no matter what. but you loved it when he showed his emotions, even from behind the door. it showed you that he cared. he was just so adorable, and sometimes, you didn't know if your heart was truly yours with the amount of love you had for him.

"so am I, ben. what do we do?"

"we should move house." ben blurts, processing the words that just fell out of his mouth. "or...call the fire brigade. your choice. but maybe not the last one. don't start looking on right move. for now at least." you smile to yourself. oh my, you loved goofy ben. although you know it wasn't nice for him, and he was genuinely scared, you loved being the one to look after him instead of it usually being the other way around.

"i'll call Tom," you say, pulling your phone from your pocket. "He should be okay with spiders." you scroll through your contacts to find your neighbours number. you'd only met him twice-he'd gave you his digits when he went on holiday a couple months ago, in case something happened while he was away. He definitely had other intentions though - you could tell it was just an excuse to get your number, but went along with it anyway, in case something ever did happen- and today it did.

"that sounds a lot more rational," ben chuckles, starting to calm down.

you stand up and pace around in small circles as you press call, waiting as the phone rings a couple of times over.

"hey, y/n! what's up?" tom blares down the phone eventually.

embarrassed, you're hesitant to speak. "t-tom! can you- uh. can you come round for a second? me and ben need your help."

"y/n, it's nine forty at night. can't it wait until tomorrow?" he questions.

"it's kind of an emergency," you snicker. "i can't say why because you'll refuse, and, ben needs you. like right now." you whisper, turning your head to the door, reflecting on why your boyfriend had locked himself in.

tom giggles, his mind going elsewhere. this was not the time for innuendos, you thought to yourself. "i wont ask. give me 2 minutes and i'll be there."

he ends the call abruptly, leaving you to stare at your phone in confusion for a few moments. "he'll be here soon," you say, walking back towards the door. "won't you come out of there now?"

ben signs, standing back on his feet. once more, he brushes himself off before stretching his bones. he signs, scared but tired. he unlocks the door slowly, peeking his head around the corner looking if the coast is clear of spiders. he hopes that soon, he might just be able to get into bed peacefully-without any eight legged intruders.

tom had arrived and is standing in your room by the time ben is standing comfortably in the room. the five minutes it took for tom to get here, he'd had stood in your shadow, hoping you'd protect him from his worst nightmare.

"a spider?" tom questions, his hands in fists as they press against his sides. "you wanted me to come to your house, to kill a spider you last saw, in your bed?" his eyes study the room in search of the spider. of course, it was never going to be that easy, but again, it was pretty big. "well this isn't the way i expected to end up here."

you roll your eyes, turning your face to ben as though to signal for him to reply. if you spoke, you fear you'd get angry and go off.

"please just find it, we're exhausted." ben mumbles, glaring at tom.

"okay, okay. i'll sort it."

you watch as tom takes a step forward and pulls back the duvet from the bed-he grabs each of the pillows separately and shakes them before throwing them to the floor. he peels back the bed topper and airs it out, bouncing the mattress with his hands. once he's done, he stands back and admires the mess he's made in your room. "nope. not there."

"look harder," ben whines, fiddling his thumbs in his clasped hands.

Tom looks at him, his eyebrows furrowed. "how about you look harder, scaredy pants." he barks back. ben scrunches his face as he steps away from him, shoving his hands in the pockets of his joggers. you can't help but let out a laugh. ben was clearly letting his pent up anger out slowly. you could tell he was really tired and felt sorry for him-perhaps you shouldn't have said anything those hours ago; let him find it in his own time.

"what about under the bed?" you suggest, kicking the boxes underneath it.

tom nods, bending down on all fours to look. you pull your phone out again and shine the light for him to see more clearly. After a few minutes of moving the clutter aroud underneath the bed, tom finally chimes.

"I see it," he groans, stretching his arms out to cup the spider in his hands. ben takes a couple steps towards the door, ready to run if he sees it.

tom crawls out from under the bed with his elbows, pressing himself up with his legs to stand finally. now, ben stands behind the doorframe of the bedroom, sneaking glances whenever he can.

"want me to kill it?" tom suggests, shaking the spider in his hands.

"no!" ben shouts unexpectedly, shaking his head. his hair shimmies with him, moving softly as he does. you watch him, face full of fear and sorrow for the animal. this is why you loved him-no matter the situation, he was so selfless. "let it out the front door."

you nod, agreeing as tom looks at you for reassurance. you did both hate them, but could never hurt them.

tom stormed out of the room, ben running away in front of him, breath heavy as tom and the spider got closer. there he was, the normal ben.

"all done," tom says, placing the spider down outside. the spider scurries away as ben takes a huge gulp of air-he can finally breathe.

"thanks mate," ben says, offering a hand to tom. He ignores the gesture, instead opting for a quick wave to you both.

"no problem guys. next time, lets hope he doesn't arrive unexpectedly so late." the three of your let out a small laugh, trading glances as the sound quiets down.

As you both watch tom disappear into the distance, back to his own home, you reach for bens hand. he laces his fingers between yours; his hands are like mini heaters-the warmth radiating from his skin.

"see, that wasn't too bad, was it?" you ask, standing on your toes to reach bens lips. you plant a soft kiss before pressing your body into his. "he's a right dick isn't he," ben snickers, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer. "but thank god he's not scared of spiders."

you shake your head as he speaks, your smile growing wider. "you've got a bigger heart that you think, you know."

"i know. i just hate showing you im scared." he admits, his lip hiding behind his teeth.

"i love you regardless. emotional ben and emotionless ben," you breathe, "i'd even love you if you were covered in spiders and bathed in them everyday."

ben cringes, letting go of your hand and stepping away. "you're so silly," he chuckles, shaking his hands at you.

"but if you were a spider, i'd catch you."

you gag jokingly, laughing as he folds over with his own laughter.

"let's go inside before he trots back into the house." ben says, smiling at you. stepping closer to him, you hook your arm to his, walking hurriedly from the cold back into the newly spider free house. or so you'd hoped.

#england nt imagine #england nt #ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #chilwell #chelsea #football imagine #footballer imagine #imagine #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell fluff #chelsea imagine #fluff

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dreams come true | yuta

"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny

[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]

tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened

disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.

wc. 5k

every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!

you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.

it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.

you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.

moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.

with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.

"119, what's your emergency?"

"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."

you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.

kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.

then came the gruesome parts.

their deaths.

they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.

they never stood a chance against him.

your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...

because your soulmate wasn't done yet.

a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.

the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.

"double-check all your windows and doors."

because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.

the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.

seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.

"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"

"yes."

you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.

"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"

you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."

mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."

there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.

"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."

he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.

"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."

and just like that, it made sense why you're here.

your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"

mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."

"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.

"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."

fucking great.

the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.

you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.

"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"

considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.

"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."

jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."

you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.

are witness protection protocols like this?

it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.

you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.

after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.

i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]

JJH: what? [received 2:10am]

often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.

buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]

when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.

the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.

life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.

today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.

the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.

the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –

your room number is a blaring sight.

you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.

that was your front door.

he was at your front door.

you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.

those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.

you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.

it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.

"he's stalking me."

as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.

"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"

jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"

"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."

the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"

you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"

shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.

"settle down! settle down, people!"

the professor enters and the class begins.

you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.

you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.

the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.

hi, soulmate

there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—

"hi! i'm yuta."

his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.

"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.

"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.

"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.

"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."

you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.

a fat tear rolls down your face.

"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."

"yuta—"

"you think the cops can save you from me?"

his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.

the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—

he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.

you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"

"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.

"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."

you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.

you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.

"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."

the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.

he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.

"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."

his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.

"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"

you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.

"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.

you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.

"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"

"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"

you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"

he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."

you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.

"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"

you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.

"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.

"n – no."

he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"

the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."

your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."

anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.

in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.

you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.

you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.

"eyes up."

you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."

if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.

the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."

your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.

"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."

"freeze!"

you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"

yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.

"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.

yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"

"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.

"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."

just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."

jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"

"i don't think. i know."

there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.

but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.

"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"

it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.

it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.

his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –

"great shot, mark."

the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."

yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.

the cops lost – you've lost.

yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.

mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.

"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."

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FOR THE BETTER pt. IV

Okay cuvies here is part 4. It's shorter than the other's, that's because the good stuff is coming and I couldn't wait to get started on it, so I went ahead and got this one out of the way. Oh my gosh, my stomach was in a ball writing this part. I wrote the new partner(Your/Date's/Name {y/d/n}) as they/them, just wanted to keep the possibilities open for imagination. Part 5 will posted soon, I will try my best to get on it asap. Alright, as always enjoy. Love ya MMMMMwahhhhhh!

Dark Clark Kent x Black!Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Clark Kent is a butt munch in this chapter, minor character death, fire.

You were feeling really anxious. You had picked out what you deemed the perfect dress and heels for your date. You wore minimal makeup, just enough to accent you features an your hair looked flawless, but you kept feeling nervous. You got a text from your date and walked out to meet them.

"Wow!" They said completely stunned. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

"Thanks, I'm a bit nervous, I don't dress like this often." You giggled feeling butterflies in your stomach.

"Its okay, you're safe with me." They said smiling and leading you to their car. Once you made it to the restaurant you took a deep breath to steel your nerves and went to get out, but they softly grabbed your hand. "Y/n, I promise we'll have a great time." They gave you a sweet peck on the back of your hand. "Now, let me get the door for you."

When you walked inside, you saw Clark and Lois waiting for you. Lois looked amazing and you were surprised when she hugged you. Clark looked handsome as he always did, but there was something a bit off about him that you couldn't put your finger on. Clark couldn't tear his eyes from you. He'd always wanted you to dress up for him and to finally see you so beautiful, he couldn't look away. When he saw your date place their hand on your lower back as you all walked to your table, he wanted to burn the world, his grip on Lois' hand tightened making her flinch. He eased his grip but his eyes were focused on you. After getting seated and ordering, Lois asked how you both met and things spiraled fast.

"So, Y/d/n, what do you do?" Clark said finally speaking up after spending the first part of the date silent. It caught you all off guard and an awkward silence passed before they finally spoke up.

"Okay, so I work at Lou's, the café on-"

"Madison, yeah I come there from time to time for lunch." Lois said smiling and recognizing them. "I always get the-"

"Americano, yeah, oh my gosh you're that reporter from the Daily right? Geez, my mom loves all your articles, she-"

"So what are you studying?" Clark asked cutting them off again. Your smile dropped and your stomach began to turn to knots.

"Studying? I-"

"Where are you from? Do you live here in the city? How old are you?" Clark grilled.

"Clark!" Lois said nudging him.

"What?" he said with an unbothered air. "I'm just getting to know them since they'll be dating my best friend." Clark shot at you, and you glared at him wanting to slap him for being so rude. At one point you swore you saw his eyes flash red, and you blinked a few times to make sure you weren't going crazy.

"Oh uh, well-I don't mind answering his questions-"

"It'd be best that you do." Clark warned and all you could do was stare at him like he'd grown an extra head. You could not believe how he was behaving and you didn't understand why.

"Uh, I'm going to go to the restroom." Y/d said getting up and quickly taking off towards the restroom.

When you saw them make it to the restroom, you exploded.

"Clark? Dude what the fuck is your deal?" You grit out at him, trying to keep your voice low.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." He replied as if he did nothing wrong.

"Fucking chill dude. You're supposed to be happy for me." you said trying not to snap at him.

"Happy?" He scoffed and chuckled. "Y/n you've seen me happy and I promise you I'm far from it." He had completely shut down any hope of the night turning around. You could tell from there things would keep getting worse, and they did."

"Okay, what the hell is going on between you two? Are you sleeping with her?" Lois said face ears turning red.

"Oh god no! Lois please don't-oh my god where did you get that from?" you said really nervous because that was not what you wanted her to think of you.

"Then what is this? Huh? Why are you doing this Clark?" she asked arms crossed in front of her.

"Doing what, protecting her like I'm supposed to?" He defended. "Being here for her like I'm supposed to? Making sure she can see this is all bullshit?" He said defending his actions.

"Just tell her geez. Tell her nothing is happening." you begged wanting the whole stupid ordeal to be over.

"Nothing is happening between us." He finally droned out never breaking eye contact with you.

"But you want it to. Don't you?" She asked as if she knew the answer, but you could tell by her reaction to his silence that it was not what she truly expected. His silence was louder that the chatter in the restaurant. She got up and stormed out and all you could do, was sit and stare in disbelief. You couldn't believe him at all. All of the hard work you'd put in to be respectful to their relationship. All of the hard work of finally allowing someone in your life that you felt you could trust, was shattered in that moment. Yes, you were shocked, but it became hard to breathe when you realized he wasn't remorseful about what had happened. Your date finally emerging from the restroom caught your attention and you tried to go to them, but Clark grabbed your wrist, he gently brought your hand to his lips. He inhaled deeply and gave your palm a long kiss before linking your fingers together.

"It will be awhile, but I'll see you soon little bird." He whispered before calmly getting up and leaving. A strong sense of dread filled your chest. You could feel a big blow up happening and your brain went into survival mode trying to figure out how to avoid it. Your date made their way back to you, pulling you into a warm embrace before you could apologize for something you didn't do. You felt like it was your fault, but they assured you they still wanted to be with you. That night, they took you to their place to stay the night and decompress from everything that had transpired. They were very respectful and did everything they could to cheer you up and make you feel safe. You finally admitted that you wanted to be held and they cuddled you making you feel comfortable, but you still felt unsafe. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was approaching.

After all was said and done you didn't hear or see Clark for weeks and while you felt a bit better, you also missed him. You missed the friend he was to you, the fun you had with him, but no matter how much you missed him, you understood that things just weren't the same. Clark had stopped showing up for lecture and he was soon replaced with another professor. While it seemed as if he was gone, you could still smell him in our apartment from time to time and you figured it was just his cologne lingering in the fabric of you couch, at least that's what you hoped it was. You didn't want to even imagine that he was breaking into your apartment. Different times, you'd be in a deep sleep and you'd swear you could hear him talking to you as if he were really there. You'd wake up and be alone. It happened often enough that you started staying the night at your partner's place, but after awhile the same thing would happen there. You began to think you were losing it, but you finally convince yourself that you were being paranoid and there was no way he could be doing any of it.

One day, you were spending your lunch break with your partner at Lou's. The day had been pretty slow and it wasn't very crowded. You were laughing and joking around when you heard a loud thud and what sounded like metal scraping and tearing on the roof. Quicker than you could comprehend, the whole roof was torn from the building. You along with everyone else went into screams and panic. You and your partner ducked behind the counter and watched as a man in a black skin tight suit and cape descend down into the café. You were scared, but when you saw his face, you were scared shitless. You gasped and it caught his attention. He turned and saw you with your partner and his eyes glowed red before searing hot beams shot out at you two. You ran and ducked under a table for cover. You realized your partner didn't follow you and you tried to go back to them, but the beams chased you to the other side of the restaurant.

"Y/n!!!" Your partner yelled out reaching to you. You watched in terror as the he turned his attention back to your partner and used his beams to sever their hand. They screamed so loud your chest clenched. Tears streamed your face and all you could do was watch them writhe in pain holding their arm, but still looking to you.

"I've come to take you home little bird." you heard Clark say as he stalked closer to you. Your eyes flicked between him and your partner thinking of anything you could do to save them and get them help for their now missing hand. Clark stepped in front of you, blocking your view of them. He softly caressed your face, wiping your falling tears. He was so close, closer than he'd ever been outside of a hug. His furious features softened as he looked into your frightened eyes.

"Y/n." You heard your partner say weakly.

"I'll go. I will go with you, don't hurt them. Please."

Clark didn't say anything as he wrapped his strong arms around you and lifted you in the air with him. You were petrified, you hated heights. You watched as he looked back and shot beams at the café, setting the place ablaze. You screamed, watching the fire engulf the building and erase the last view of your partner. You screamed so loud your throat burned. Clark used his cape to block your vision and took off so fast everything turned black. You were thankful for the pitch black vision behind your eyes, but it was short lived as the scene flashed before your eyes causing you to whimper.

"Shh, we'll be home soon." He cooed as he flew you to where he called your home. "Its okay now, everything will be as it should be."

#dark clark kent #x black reader #plus size reader #dark superman #lois lane #minor character death

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