#madam red x reader

[married-to-google-translater]

I black butler how would Ciel, Madam Red, and Sebastian reaction would be if they found out that there is a family member in the family registry that is kinda forgotten due to running away to the Americans

And what's more Ciel have a still living family in his father side

Madame Red

Angelina would be really surprised.

She really would have forgotten you.

Even if you're a Vincent sibling.

Would definitely try to get to know you at least a little.

The fact that you have come all the way to America to look for Ciel would warm her heart.

She is your guide in the city.

At the same time, you can remember things that happened before.

Like Ciel's birth.

You both show his baby pictures to Sebastian.

You will probably never know anything about the Jack the Ripper case.

Ciel doesn't want to ruin Angelina's memory from you.

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel might even cry.

He had just heard that one of his relatives had come looking for him.

It was a comforting thought even in retrospect.

That someone noticed that he was missing and tried to help.

Ciel would vaguely remember you.

You have met maybe once or twice.

You had written often with your brother.

But suddenly the letters stopped so you got worried and tried to find out what happened to your brother.

It would be difficult from America so you have to travel to London.

There you will learn the terrible truth.

Of course you try to find your nephew but to no avail.

Until suddenly Ciel just reappears out of nowhere.

Deep down, Ciel longs for a family.

He might be a little clingy.

Especially if you're gentle.

Offers you and the family a place in his mansion.

Sometimes it's hard to be alone.

Even if you have your own demon butler.

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian would be interested in you.

He would like to know what kind of relatives Ciel has.

Do you have any baby pictures Ciel?

He would ask anyway.

If it were Sebastian, he would like to watch them.

Ciel would never have peace after that.

He would definitely help Ciel find you.

And would do it really fast.

Sebastian would be happy to have another person in the house who knows how to take care of it.

Otherwise he wouldn't care so much.

Except this makes his responsibilities a little easier.

Sebastian is a bit distant and cool.

It's really nothing special.

You probably wouldn't know that Sebastian is a demon.

Ciel doesn't want to upset you.

This is why you sometimes find Sebastian's words really strange.

Sebastian would secretly enjoy it.

He likes to "play" with you a little.

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[blues824]

💚Can I please request (Ciel. Alois. Sebastian. The undertaker. Grell. madame red ) with the tanjiro s/o

🖤For the demons and shinigamis they are mesmerised by their soul it's so pure and rare th that they need extra protection to be safe.

💚Imagen them learning that they family got killed by a demon and turned her little sister in to a demon and doesn't hold a grudge against any others demon.

🖤(For the undertaker image him getting the okay from her to give her family a proper and beautiful burial instead of her makeshift one. And her being able to give them a proper good bye. 😢)

💚How whoud they react to her smelling gift. Breathing style and rock like forehead and what whoud be there reaction to seeing nezuko for the first time (madame red whoud see her as her child 😭)

I decided to add Claude because why not?

Ciel Phantomhive 

Is questioning how you are able to not hold a grudge against the demon who turned your sister into a demon as well as killing your entire family. Are you sure you’re mentally okay? His parents were killed in a fire and he’s seeking revenge on the arsonists and murderers.

He noticed your sense of smell when you entered the room and you saw and smelled Ciel getting more and more angry. You went over and calmed him down before it got to a point of no return. He asked how you knew and you said you could smell it.

He probably loves your cooking a lot. When dinner time rolls around, he finds himself more excited for the main course rather than the dessert. Sebastian is grateful to you because the more healthy he eats, the better his overall attitude is.

When he meets Nezuko for the first time, he immediately questions the muzzle. You explain that it’s to lead her away from the tempting smell of mortal blood because she is still a demon. By the end, she gives him a hug and a nuzzle before returning to the box.

Ciel is concerned when Sebastian tells him that he can sense more demons lurking around the manor because they can sense your pure soul. He puts the house on mandatory lockdown and will order his butler to fight off all the demons outside.

Sebastian Michaelis

Since you are his significant other and he’s a demon, he probably already knows about the horrible news of your family. It’s disgraceful to him. Even demons here were more sensible and reasonable than that.

He noticed your sense of smell when you had a very worried expression on your face and you ran to the kitchen. There, Sebastian found out that Bard was trying to blowtorch the meat so that it could ‘cook faster’.

From then on, you volunteered to help the chef in preparing meals. You told him that it would be volunteer work rather than being paid because you love cooking for others. Moving forward, the other noble families envied the Phantomhive Manor for their excellent food.

When he met Nezuko for the first time, it was a truly interesting sight. He is very tall and she’s very small. Eventually, she rushes in and gives him a big hug. He’s taken aback, but starts giving her head pats in return.

Because of what he is, he’s naturally very protective of you. You have shown him that love is possible, even for a demon. So when he senses more demons lurking around because of the purity of your soul, you get special guard-dog privileges.

Alois Trancy

Is also questioning how you aren’t actively seeking revenge on the one who murdered your entire family. Hell, he’s even more mad when you tell him than you were when you discovered the bodies.

He notices your incredibly strong sense of smell when you take a huge whiff of the air and you sense a carriage arriving at the Trancy Manor. You tell him that it smells like Lord Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian. He sends a weirded out look to you.

He absolutely loves the food you make. In fact, he’ll throw a tantrum if you’re not the one who made his food for either breakfast, lunch, or dinner. He would even offer to pay you to do it everyday. You kindly refuse and say you’d do it for free.

When he meets Nezuko for the first time, he gets annoyed that she has a muzzle on and at one point tries to forcefully take it off. You patiently tell him that it’s for his safety because she’s still a demon and she’s probably stronger than Claude.

When Claude alerts Alois that you are basically a beacon for other demons, he is both angry and worried. You’re the only one who truly understands him and he won’t let you be taken away from him. Claude, go take out the rubbish.

Claude Faustus

Like Sebastian, he probably already knows that you are a person with a very unfortunate past. He’s angry that a person as kind and forgiving as you had to go through such pain. But he’s impressed that you hold no resentment.

He notices your strong sense of smell when you sniff and alert him that Alois is going to get angry in a few minutes. He heads over and gives him some scones you made and tea before coming back and asking how you knew. You explained that you had a gift.

Alois was very happy after eating the scones, so Claude asks if he can receive the recipe. You volunteer to just make them for him whenever necessary if he liked them so much. The both of them are very grateful to you.

When he meets Nezuko, the height difference is very apparent. She has to crane her neck if she wants to look at him in his eyes. Eventually, she motions for him to bend over and gives him a few head pats before leaving.

Again, since he’s a demon like Sebastian, he’s very protective over you. When he senses other demons on the premises trying to get you and your pure soul, he’s angry. He suggests that you remain inside as much as you can so you don’t get attacked.

Undertaker

He offers a proper English burial for your family, free of charge as long as you remain an apprentice in the funeral arts (so technically not for free). He’s happy to see that you don’t hold a grudge against all of demonkind.

He noticed your strong sense of smell when you had to mix the ingredients for the embalming fluid but they didn’t have labels. You opened the containers and took a small whiff from a small distance away. You were then able to make the fluid.

Unlike demons, Grim Reapers need to eat. That being said, he loves the food you make because it just tastes so good. He’s always excited when it’s your turn to cook supper because he knows that he’s gonna be eating good.

When he meets Nezuko, they connect instantly. They both have fairly upbeat attitudes in general, so you all are just the happy trio. Considering Reapers aren’t human, I think it would be fine if you took Nezuko’s muzzle off.

Anyways, he probably knows that you have a pure soul because he reaped souls for a while before becoming the undertaker. He also knows that it’s basically a delicacy to demons, so he makes sure that he either accompanies you outside or that you stay inside with him.

Grelle Sutcliff

This is one of the very few times where she shows heavy remorse because she was probably the one to reap the souls of your family. She tells you that the films of your mother were especially sweet because she spent a lot of time with her family.

Through the films, she probably already knows about your sense of smell. You used it a lot when playing hide and seek with your younger siblings. She saw it in person when you were able to sniff out Sebastian and Ciel in the alleyway (iykyk).

She absolutely loves the food you make. She might even come into the kitchen and help where she can as a bonding experience between the two of you. It’s moments like these where your situation could be mistaken as somewhat normal.

When she first meets Nezuko, she squeals about how adorable she is. She takes her by the hand and puts all sorts of accessories into your sister’s hair. Nezuko seems to enjoy it because she’s not fighting against it.

Like the Undertaker, she probably also knows that you have a pure soul because she reaps a lot of filthy and impure ones. She can tell that you’re not like all the others. She knows that a bunch of demons will try to come after you, so she will do her best to protect you.

Angelina Dalles-Burnett (Madame Red)

Grelle has probably told her about your family since she was the one to reap the souls. Angelina is absolutely horrified that the demon would do something so horrible to a person so kind and good-hearted.

She noticed your strong sense of smell when she came back from an… outing… with Grelle. You were able to smell the blood that was previously on her hands before she washed them. You were also able to smell the anger that was present during the time of her committing the crimes.

She does enjoy the food you make. She would tell you about her day as you both sit in the kitchen, just enjoying each other’s company. It’s usually not normal for a baroness to be in the kitchen, but it’s also not normal for a baroness to murder people.

When she first meets Nezuko, like Grelle she probably smiles in excitement. Your sister doesn’t seem to mind the extra attention or the extra dresses provided to her. You laugh as Angeline makes Nezuko twirl.

Grelle probably informs Madame Red about the purity of your soul and how a lot of demons will most definitely be after it. She’s obviously concerned, but she knows that you are strong enough to at least escape a messy situation if you need to.

#black butler x reader #black butler #ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #alois trancy x reader #alois trancy #claude faustus #claude faustus x reader #undertaker x reader #undertaker #grelle sutcliff #grelle sutcliff x reader #madame red #madame red x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Snake, madam red, lau, agni, and Soma

With Ceil cousin ( the mom of his cousin, we need better name it's gets confusing), like how are they liked with a hard working mother who care for her only son ( care enough that they still trying to get out of the Phantomhive name liked that previous ask )

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Blackbutler

Madame Red

When she hears about you through the grapevine she’s interested

Further impressed with your literate ability and pride in your single-motherhood

She does have a nasty habit for killing people who don’t

“What confidence…I admire that about you dearest cousin.”

She’s plenty pleased that Ciel’s decided to keep you with him

Not only to have a valid excuse to bug you but to be the perfect one to help you ‘run’

“Society’s hard on us women, it’s best if we stick together. Right~?”

She enjoys the attention and needy face+ you give her when trying to scheme 

She doesn’t care all that much that Ciel is well aware of this

After all, he isn’t exactly privileged enough to be a shoulder you lean on 

“Sorry but I’m not going to stop! Us two are just two peas in a pod! We belong together!”

Lau

“Ah~so Ciel has added another to the pack? How interesting!”

He really is intrigued especially when you outright scold him and Ran Mao 

“Have some dignity you two. There are children present!”

“Oh do we upset you mother dearest?”

“Don’t mock me. And if you’re going to smoke do it outside, scum.”

“Oh? Your twittering is so violent, why don’t you sing instead? It’d surely make you an even prettier prize.”

“Hey! Miss (Y/n) please don’t throw that at ‘m! Please don’t!”

He loves provoking you 

He thinks its hot

Most women he’s met are a lot more docile 

And with a child no less 

Oh what’d he give to have you straddle him like Ran Mao 

To have you beg him for his help 

But it seems your pride excludes him from your ventures

Too bad you don’t want to work with him an opium manufacturer

He’d love to take care of you both

Agni 

He admires your diligence 

And the way you smile when you talk to your baby boy

He wonders why you don’t treat Ciel the same way

“It must be nice to be able to travel as freely as you two do.”

“...I’m sure the prince wouldn’t mind, having you travel with us.”

“While I wish I could, the government won’t allow me to go so freely. Currently, the acting ‘man’ isn’t willing to let me go.”

“...What’s his name? Surely he wouldn’t refuse an honest marriage proposal.”

He’d wish you weren’t silenced from telling him

Otherwise, he might be tempted to go behind his prince’s back again

Soma

“Marry me (Y/n)! Ciel can take care of your child and we can go back to–”

“Can’t and won’t. My child goes with me, no matter what.”

“Awwwww!”

Because he acts like a child its a given you treat him like one

And man does it feed his mommy issues

When he decides he wants you he’ll have you 

He just has to keep asking nicely right?

If not he’ll just have Agni relocate you

That way he’d be the only baby that you have

Snake

“Well that’s a strong mate if I ever sees one–says Wormsworth. And I agree.”

He’s used to being feared

not anyone with genuine knowledge of his reptilian compatriots

So already he holds a strong attraction to you 

He can’t believe Ciel intends to hurt you 

He doubted from the start

So he can’t be tricked to think he’s not protecting you and your kid

So he might sabotage your schemes or send a snake when its going too well

He wants you to love him he really does 

But if all he can do is protect you he’ll do just that

Besides if you left how else would he show you how good of a mate he is

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere Black Butler #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere snake black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji snake #yandere soma black butler #yandere soma kuroshitsuji #yandere snake #yandere soma #yandere agni #yandere madam red #yandere lau #yandere lau kuroshitsuji #yandere madame red

[dilfartist]

OMFG BLACK BUTLER IS GETTING A NEW SEASON!!!

Maybe I'll make some Yandere Sebastian fanfics 😏

#black butler #yandere black butler #sebastian michaelis #Sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x reader #grell sutcliff #elizabeth midford #madam red #william t spears #ronald knox #anime 2024 #dilfartist

[mguvmii]

Hello, may I request grell sfw and nsfw hcs with a fem/gn afab s/o who is usually shy and insecure but gets possessive of her at times pls? have a nice day/night

口に出さない言葉 // GRELL SFW & NSFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎⛧₊˚🎧 Grell Sutcliffe [ afab!reader] ‎

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎⛧₊˚🎧 contains NSFW ;; minors dni !!!!!

—— hi lovely! Sorry this is late! I was at a convention and I actually cosplayed as Grell myself <33 I was super excited when I got this ask, so here you go! (my cosplay ig is lwlietii for those that want to look at it) also, I'm using she/her terms for Grell, because I think she identifies as a girl most of the time, but realistically, she would be agender / non binary

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎⛧₊˚🎧 SFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ I think Grell would find the shy and insecure nature endearing. A little taken aback, but she comes to adore it. She loves teasing you about your shyness

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ she will actively comment on it, and be unable to resist having any sort of skinship with you -- ie, holding hands, placing her hand on your shoulder.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She needs to be touching you in some sort of way. your shy nature just brings out aggressive affection (?) in her, but also gentleness.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ If you're insecure, she would never hurt your feelings. She wouldn't go pointing it out either. I think if you told her, she would actually consider your feelings and make you feel better about yourself.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She's the type to compliment you, when you're down or you feel bad and insecure about yourself. If she loves and adores you, she knows that only her opinions count.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She didn't think you could be fierce or aggressive, or defensive, honestly, so she was shocked, when you defended and got protective over her when Sebastian made a snide remark on Grell's appearance, and 'ugly personality'.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Honestly? Grell would fall more in love. Even more shocking? If you're possessive over her.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Grell would definitely be flushed. You've just made Grell even more smitten and charmed by you. She secretly likes it when you're possessive it makes her feel so loved and titillated (low-key). She couldn't be even more in love with you than she already is.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Your number 1 defender as well :))

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‎⛧₊˚🎧 NSFW

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Okay this is a little harder, but Grell would definitely be hesitant to do anything. Let's be honest, I think when it came down to getting intimate, or doing anything in that way with you, she would be flushed and hesitant and shy as well. she's so used to being rejected :[

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Obviously, if you're shy and insecure and you wanted this, she would be supportive. She would reassure you, and claim you can do nothing wrong. she would take her time with you, and make you feel comfortable.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ Once you DO get comfortable with her, and you start showing a little bit of possessiveness? titilation and arousal skyrockets ^^^

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She looooves possessiveness -- to a certain extent . It makes her feel like she's worth something and she's cared for. she loves it when you can take control sometimes, or just bring out that possessiveness in you sometimes.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ I think she would love having her wrists held down(?) and you being possessive. It would really get her going.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎⋆☆ She's willing to experiment. She's very exuberant, and eccentric and very flamboyant, so as long as you're both comfortable, she doesn't see a problem.

#black butler #ciel phantomhive #grell sutcliff #black butler grell #kuroshitsuji grell #madame red #kuroshitpost #grelle sutcliff #grell x reader #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #black butler x you

[snivellusslunchbox]

BLACK BUTLER IS GETTING A NEW SEASON MY WHOLE EXPLORE PAGE IS BLACK BUTLER IM THRIVING

#black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis x reader #alois trancy #claude faustus #madame red #grelle sutcliff #black butler season 4

[bestfriend491]

Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting. 

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop. 

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace. 

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you. 

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same. 

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot. 

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up. 

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in. 

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said  hello.” 

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you. 

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened. 

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden. 

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.” 

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.” 

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.” 

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes. 

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual. 

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded. 

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?” 

“He didn’t say that.” 

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead. 

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.” 

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual. 

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.” 

“Y/n-” 

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power. 

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating. 

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal. 

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.” 

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.” 

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.” 

“Why?” you asked. 

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen. 

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden. 

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning. 

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same. 

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived. 

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora.” 

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare. 

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie. 

“What? I was just stating a fact.” 

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house. 

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally. 

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand. 

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next. 

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.” 

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart. 

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip. 

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud. 

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you. 

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win. 

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way. 

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.” 

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over. 

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate. 

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume. 

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.” 

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man. 

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of  laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal. 

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.” 

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too. 

 Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did. 

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about. 

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you. 

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it. 

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained. 

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.” 

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a  chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.” 

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia” 

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.” 

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.” 

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned. 

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes. 

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked. 

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.” 

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really. 

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.  

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates. 

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever. 

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said. 

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different. 

“Ma… what happened?” 

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)” 

“Ma?” you tried again. 

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice. 

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother. 

“I-I’m going to go now.” 

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.” 

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her. 

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother. 

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that. 

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond. 

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.” 

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms. 

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home. 

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house. 

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful. 

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going. 

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there. 

“Who are we visiting?” 

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.” 

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination. 

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother. 

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly. 

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “ 

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened. 

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight. 

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours. 

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?” 

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders. 

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.” 

“I…do.” you hesitated. 

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the  grip.

“Ma?” you asked. 

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.” 

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv. 

“Ma! What’s going on?!” 

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it. 

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now. 

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could. 

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi. 

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already. 

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip. 

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held. 

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine. 

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor. 

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful. 

"Open it." 

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"  

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing. 

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag. 

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside. 

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man. 

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground. 

"Y/n. Don't fight this!" 

"I TRUSTED YOU!" 

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed. 

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!" 

"I DID!" 

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!"  You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise. 

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it. 

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised. 

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!" 

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia. 

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in. 

'Nakia was right.' You thought. 

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off. 

"My name is Dreykov." 

The Next Day… 

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off. 

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late. 

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there. 

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late. 

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.” 

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her. 

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk. 

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet. 

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s. 

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her. 

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.” 

“She’s not here, Nakia!” 

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house. 

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him. 

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!” 

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart. 

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol. 

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia. 

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.” 

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?” 

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.” 

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.” 

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off. 

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.” 

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back. 

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday. 

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks. 

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention. 

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before. 

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry. 

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew. 

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing. 

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.” 

“Why? Did I do something?” 

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.” 

Nakia sighed, “Okay.” 

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village. 

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia. 

“Mother, what is going on?” 

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.” 

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days. 

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.” 

“What?” 

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.” 

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter. 

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief. 

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?” 

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.” 

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!” 

“Nakia, please!” 

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead!  I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”  

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

 ‘She can’t be grieving,  because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified. 

“Nakia? Are we understood?” 

“Yes, mother.” 

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up. 

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King. 

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation. 

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down. 

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her. 

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing. 

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one. 

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.” 

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?” 

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet. 

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?” 

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that. 

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past. 

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay. 

“We’ll see you there.” 

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught. 

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home. 

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life. 

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.  

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that. 

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit. 

Nakia  knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her. 

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead. 

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet. 

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her. 

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events. 

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was. 

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most. 

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.” 

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie. 

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of. 

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d  sworn. 

 “Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved.  “She’s not dead, is she?”

 “She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you. 

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were. 

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her. 

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days. 

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you. 

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw. 

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it. 

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point. 

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back. 

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance. 

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was. 

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk. 

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around. 

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight. 

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her. 

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things. 

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out. 

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room. 

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted. 

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes. 

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live. 

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown. 

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target. 

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.” 

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered. 

“What?” 

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.” 

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough. 

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took. 

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!” 

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive. 

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best  to escape the world that she lived in. 

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help. 

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked. 

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.” 

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?” 

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room. 

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have. 

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?” 

“How so?” 

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.” 

 “Do you not want her to be alive?” 

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.” 

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk. 

 “Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12,  “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother. 

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk. 

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect. 

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life. 

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.” 

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left. 

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened. 

But when you got to go back to your  house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so. 

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before. 

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be. 

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon. 

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you. 

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people. 

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside. 

It looked like an assassination was coming early. 

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy. 

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?”  he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You. 

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it. 

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried. 

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.” 

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around. 

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm. 

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form. 

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet. 

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it. 

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts. 

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body, 

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified. 

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.” 

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious. 

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now. 

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.” 

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings. 

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back. 

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case. 

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead. 

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease. 

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes. 

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly. 

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes. 

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to. 

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was. 

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.” 

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control. 

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg. 

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop. 

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you  showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you. 

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions. 

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold. 

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you. 

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself. 

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately. 

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces. 

“I’m home.” you cried. 

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

 

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition, 

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared. 

He knocked on the door firmly. 

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly. 

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’.. 

“My prince. What brings you here?” 

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless. 

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light. 

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

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Part-173 ↓ Kate: Wait wait... what? 🤨 Duke: They ask for contact information for Madame Xanadu. 😐 Kate: Why?? 😦 Duke: As I understand, it's about Y/n. 😕 Kate: What happened to her? 😯 Duke: I didn't ask details in short time but some magic involvement as you can see too. 😕 Kate: Oh really... 😕 Duke: Yes. So... Madame Xanadu? 🙂 Kate: I'll inform her now. *left* 🏃‍♀️ Duke: Well... I'll call guys then. 📞 ↓

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How would y'all feel if I posted a Black Butler series??? Let me know if I should please!

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Warning: pedophilia here

Y/n and Ciel were riding in a carriage heading to the townhouse in London

You ignored the small conversation Ciel and Sebastian were having while walking into the house and heading upstairs You opened the door to see madam red, Lau, and grell looking for tea "I'm going to take a nap..." Y/n walks out and goes to her room

"Y/n, Y/n, wake up, we're going somewhere.." Ciel shook Y/n awake "Alright, alright, stop shaking me so roughly." Y/n swatted Ciel away

"Sorry my boy, I'm afraid a crime scene like this is no place for a child." "Now why don't you just run along home." "We're here to see the victims body." Ciel said "The body! Surely your kidding me?" "Abberline!" A detective walked towards them "Well, if it isn't Lord Phantomhive." Y/n then walked from behind Sebastian to clutch onto ciels arm "And Lady Phantomhive." "Now what are you doing here?" The detective put his attention back on Ciel "You know these kids, sir?" "We're here to help sir Arthur." "Seems your investigation is dragging a bit." "You know who sent us of course." Ciel then held up a letter Ciel then snatched the papers to look at the clues "It seems you haven't found any major clues yet." Y/n then took the paper to see the details Sir Arthur then snatched the paper from Y/n's hands, giving her multiple paper cuts "We at Scotland Yard are more than capable of handling this case, I assure you." "There no need for you to interfere." "Splendid. Shall we go Y/n, Sebastian, let's go put something on those paper cuts yes?" Ciel said holding his hand out for y/n Y/n then took his hand and walked with him

"Now what dear?" Madam red asked Ciel "Now we go see someone who may be of useful." "My lord! You mean—" Lau said shocked "Yes, indeed."

"So, where are we?" "You don't know? Then what was that all about?" 'I'm starting to get a headache.' Y/n then went to get comfy in a chair and dozed off

Y/n got woken up by the undertakers loud laughter "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, IM TIRED!" Y/n yelled, then she fell back asleep

Y/n then woke up in madam reds lap, being cradled like a baby She then saw Sebastian open the door, then leave "He's know that we're moving right!?" Madam red asked

"Sebastian will take care of it for now." "We can head home and have a cup of tea while we wait."

"The viscount druit." Sebastian started "He graduated from medical school but has never gone into practice." "Lately, he's thrown several parties at his home, but behind the scenes these are the soirées are secret gatherings only his intimates may attend." " I've heard that he's into black magic and those occult sort of things." "So your suspicion is that he's holding these parties is to perform ritualistic sacrifices of local prostitutes?"

"Tonight is the last party of the season." A gentle man opened the door and took your hand to help you get down, then did the same for Ciel "Which means this is our last chance." Y/n said

"Ciel and Y/n will be my nieces visiting from the country, and Sebastian will be their tutor." Madam red said happily "And just why do I have to act like your niece?!" Ciel asked "Because dear, I've always wanted girls!" Madam red replied "Your kidding me!" "Well then, that's one point for me." Y/n said, flipping her hair off her shoulder "You don't want them knowing your Phantomhives, now you do?" Madam red asked, leaning towards you both "Besides I've heard that lord Druit has an eye for any pretty little thing in a skirt, and we do want to catch his eye right?" Madam red asked "By any means necessary. You do remember saying that, do you not sir."

"First things first we need to locate this murderous viscount." "Atleast Elizabeth isn't here." Ciel said "I would never want her to see me like this."

"Oh, that dress is so adorable!" 'I'm going with madam red...' Y/n thought, not wanting to be bothered by Elizabeth's words like 'your so beautiful, I have some more dresses that can make you even more beautiful!'

Ciel and Sebastian came over to see that you were getting kissed on by the hand and madam red

Y/n was the most beautiful thing in the room, catching almost everyone's eye Like a diamond surrounded by rocks

'Ciel is near the viscount Druit, I need to get there quickly.' Y/n walked away from madam red and towards Ciel

"Brother, you look exhausted, are you alright?" Y/n whispered "Yes I am, don't worry about me." Ciel said, standing straight

(Clapping) "Your dancing is exquisite like a lovely little robin, my sweet lady. And you are the most beautiful thing in the room, almost everyone is jealous of you, my gem." Said the viscount Druit

"Young mistresses, allow me to fetch you something to drink." "Uh, good evening, my lord Druit." The viscount walked towards you both and held both of your hands "I do hope your enjoying the party, my little robin and gem." "Oh, it's just lovely, everybody is just dashing, it makes me quite jealous." Y/n said, covering for Ciel

"But, my lord, we've been waiting to speak with you all evening..." Ciel said, rubbing a part of his skirt "Oh?" "We're bored to death by dancing and eating." "What spoiled princesses, you are my little robin and gem." Said lord Druit, holding you both by the waist "Looking for something more entertaining?" Asked the man, letting his hands slide down to your hips

"You know of other amusements. We'd be most interested." Ciel asked "Of course. I'd be happy to show them to you, my robin, and gem." Said the man, grazing his finger on your lips "My sweet little things." "Oh, really? Like what?"Y/n and Ciel asked "You want to know?" "Yes, we're simply dying to my lord." Y/n said, clutching onto the viscounts arm "You both might be a bit young yet." "Oh, please, we're lady's not little girls my lord." Said Y/n, pressing herself against the viscount more

Then Sebastian announced the magic show would begin

"My lord we've seen more than enough parlor tricks." Ciel said, batting his eyelashes "Can we go?" "Please?" Y/n asked, caressing the viscounts shoulders "Yes, anything for you my sweets." Then you guys headed to a room

"We're going somewhere I'm sure you both will find very amusing." "I know I do. Please." When you both walked in, you both fainted on the spot and woke up in a cage, blindfolded

"Their eyes are both different colors, but that will add to their unique attraction." "The one in blue is surely beautiful and will make a fine toy." 'Am I being sold off?' 'Where's Ciel? I don't want to be sold! I just want Ciel! Where's big brother?!' Then someone removed your blindfold You opened your eyes to see people already bidding for you both

When you looked at the crowd the Prices immediately went up "30,000!" "50,000!" "Sebastian, come get us now." Ciel ordered

Sebastian came and knocked everyone out He then opened your and Ciels cage and you ran into Ciels arms

"Oh, brother, I thought I was going to be sold off for good and would never see you again!"

"Don't scare me like that ever again!" You said, hugging Ciel tighter "I won't, don't worry, as long as your my sister, nothing will change." Ciel caressed your head

"Jack the ripper strikes again?!" You can Ciel we're shocked 'How, I thought he caught him yesterday?'

So I got bored and was like, hmm, Y/n will be able to make demands too 😈 So Ciel ordered Sebastian to make a contract with you, and yes he will take your soul like he will take Ciels, and you have the contract on your eye but it shows mostly on its own and when your near Ciel

https://at.tumblr.com/bouqetofmemes/oh-no/m5b92sgxqj6t

#black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #Ciel Phantomhive x sister reader #sebastian x child reader #madam red x child reader #bouquetofmemes

[plant-guy-writes]

Deceive Inc x reader headcanons

This is my first time writing anything fic wise so sorry for any bad spelling or grammar. Feedback is appreciated, have a good one!!

Your job is a simple one, on paper anyway, you hunted down contracts for the spies that work with you and serve as a handler to all the agents employed by deceive inc. Over time you’ve built up a good relationship with them, kinda have to with your line of work anyway .

Squire (Rupert Reid)

Rupert was quite anxious when he first started working as a spy but with some help from the now unfortunately missing Knight and you he settled in easily enough to his role as an espionage expert.

The kindness that you gave out so freely had the poor English man a stuttering flustered mess when speaking to you. The smoothness of your voice often resulted in him tripping over himself to meet your standards without a moment of hesitation.

He often would grab some flowers or even chocolates for you on his way out after a successful heist before dutifully presenting them to you alongside the briefcase with his head held high much like a happy go lucky puppy.

Chaves (Ethan Chaves)

When Ethan first met you he was kind but distant not wanting to cross any professional boundaries, similarly he doesn’t want his daughter to think he was replacing her late mother with you.

Overtime however he would warm up to you as a result of your patience, cere and over all kindness. You would often check in on him, ask about his daughter and offer him time off whenever he may need it to care for her. He could feel himself falling and fast.

When on missions Ethan is laser focused to ensure he makes no mistakes and thus upset you. Gift wise he would offer sweet and savoury foods in exchange for nothing, but your continued support and joy.

Ace (Tamar Zaken)

The crack shot sniper was respectful but neutral to you in the beginning of your work relationship, Tamar was a mercenary before joining deceive inc she prioritises her prestige within the world of espionage more then her willingness to make friends.

Over time your endless patience and determination to have a bond with all agents that you work with finally got to the calculated sniper. It was a surprise to even herself. It seemed almost too sudden to her but she did not have the heart to stop this blossoming future.

While on the clock Zaken would watch out for things she believes you would like, food, drinks and flowers. She would not present such gifts to you in person, however, instead stashing them within your office so that she may maintain her aloof reputation among other agents.

Cavalière (Florence Jacques)

The globe trotting investigator met you with suspicion when she was first introduced to you, not out of malicious intent but simply habit. Florence has seen some of the world worst people that hid behind the kindest of masks.

Over time and with a bit of snooping that you totally didn’t know about she came to trust and appreciate you. You’re voice acting as a anchor in intense situations as you worked to guide her through missions, you’re patience, and willingness to listen to her rumblings and theories helped to solidify to her that there was something there that the pair of you could build on, with time.

As she would go about her missions around the world she would grab trinkets and take photos that she believes you would like as she knows you unfortunately can’t go out much with your work, being responsible for the other agents is a time consuming job after all.

Madame Xiu

The snake loving woman with so meany secrets that even deceive inc doesn’t know her whole story was on the defensive when she first met you, her fangs sharp and ready to kill should you step out of line.

However over time she came to appreciate just how much you actually do for both her and her fellow agents, no matter how much venom she spat out you, you met her with kindness but a firm stance, unwavering determination and a genuine smile.

Madame Xiu will die before she would let anyone think the serpent had been tamed by some simple office worker, but it was the case for one and only one person, you. Gift wise the lady in green offers you the finest jewels and gems she can find whilst out on missions, only for her to never give them to you publicly but instead place them delicately within your office along side some fine green and yellow flowers. A silent reminder that she is always there, working to keep you safe.

Larcin (Francois Claudet)

Francois upon first meeting you was painfully flirtatious, doing everything he could to distract you from his attempts at gaining some kind of advantage over you. However this stopped the moment you put your foot down, your unwavering and stern voice overcame your gentle tone leaving him on edge but impressed.

With time the french thief would come to realise just how much he actually cared for you, from your entertaining stories to help fill the void on slow missions to how you would without hesitation scold him for stealing when not on the clock, it showed him that you weren’t just some faceless pencil pusher sat behind a desk but instead a person with so much character, character he himself wants to grow with.

Francois would gift you the finest of garments and Jewels from across the world, that he totally didn’t steal from the target and them modifying to fit you don’t be ridicules! He would willingly present the gift to you with the same demeanour as a cat, elegant and so very showy, never the less it is genuine even if it’s hard to tell sometimes.

Red (Selena Ivaneko)

The master manipulator with a hunger for power stared off your profession relationship with bang. Playing up her seductress act and toning down her more abrasive attitudes in a bid to gain some leverage over you. This, unfortunately for her, failed. You got a bit of a laugh out of her attempts at a power grab before firmly telling her to not do that again as you are her handler, not pray.

Her opinion of you improved with time, you saw through the ruse,saw Selena not Red, you saw how hard she worked to complete her missions, how hard she worked to be the best of the best and how exhausting it was for her to play femme fatale all the time. Instead of capitalising on a potential weakness, you worked to make her job easier and less taxing were you could, off the clock you would invite her to relax with you and do something Selena wanted nor something Red needed, and because of that she fell hard.

She would scour mission sites for the finest gifts to give to you, clothes, flowers, jewels anything she thinks you would want she would get. Often using her manipulative abilities to convince others to assistance such things, all so she can present them to you with a tired smile and a request for some time off.

Hans (Hans Moritz)

The former super villain’s suave personality results in him, often flirting the you out of habit. It often resulted in the German becoming distracted during briefings but you put up with it, after all he wasn’t the worst to look at.

When Hans was first brought into deceive inc he experienced to be met with a indifferent, rude or cruel handler but instead he was met with a kind, gentle and patient handler that encouraged his eccentricities to a manageable degree.

He would often gather fancy Whiskey, Wines and Gins to give to you. If asked by anyone he says it’s to gain your trust so that he may escape and regain his criminal empire in actuality he just wants to be closer to you.

#gender neutral reader #deceive inc #deceive inc x reader #squire #red #Hans #chaves #ace #cavalière #Madame Xiu #Larcin #male reader

[k1ttymichaelis]

♱ Black butler

Feral thoughts

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

ᜊ His dick

Scenarios (?)

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

ᜊ His office

ᜊCigarette

ᜊ2:40am

VINCENT PHANTOMHIVE

ᜊTouch me tease me

LAU

ᜊSmile for me

#Materialist #black butler x reader #sebastian michaelis #black butler x you #vincent phantomhive #undertaker #undertaker black butler #vincent phantomhive black butler #agni black butler #soma black butler #prince soma #madam red #black butler

[thatanimewriter]

KUROSHITSUJI MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜��𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 /  𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒.

mistress s/o walking down the halls at night (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form pt. 2 (☾) shatter (❖) fem!s/o dies from sickness when he’s away (❖) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

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── 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) flirty!reader being flirted with instead (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃.

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── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘.

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── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄.

a shy girlfriend (✦) platonic relationship with a child!reader who looks up to her (✦) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦) reader 1 year clean from self-harm (✦)

── 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐓. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.

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── 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋.

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── 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

gardener s/o who isn’t scared of snakes (✦) an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) s/o with a forked tongue (✦, ☾) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) snake’s the type of guy (✦)

── 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑.

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── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐍.

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── 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋.

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── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.

reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.

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── 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓.

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── 𝐏����𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

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── ��𝐆𝐍𝐈.

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#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #bardroy #meyrin #finny #edward midford #charles grey #grell sutcliffe #william t spears #madame red #joker #dagger #doll #snake #beast #lawrence bluewer #clayton #herman greenhill #gregory violet #cheslock #edgar redmond #joanne harcourt #prince soma #agni #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader

[evergone]

Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

#theo nott x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #draco malfoy x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott imagines #theo nott imagines #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #slytherin x reader #slytherin x slytherin #regulus black x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #harry potter x reader #theodore nott fanfic #theodore nott fanfiction #theo nott fanfic #theo nott fanfiction

[illusioninfnty]

day 21 ; spitroasting

↠ roronoa zoro x reader x vinsmoke sanji

fandom: one piece word count: 2.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, caught in the act, jealous!zoro, possessiveness, spanking, praise, blowjob, face fucking, gagging, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, cum marking, cum eating, creampie, aftercare, some unintentional homoerotic subtext if you squint

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Grunts and skin slapping together are the only sounds in the room as Zoro fucks into you from behind.

Your arrangement with him was as simple as it could be, whenever the two of you were stressed, and whenever the other crew members were occupied, you would fuck. It was a lot easier than trying to pick up strangers from whatever bar you could find everytime you guys docked at a new town. The last time that happened, you may or may not have brought back someone that had a hidden vendetta against Luffy, and it resulted in yet another fight aboard the Going Merry.

Oh well. Mistakes happen.

You moan into the pillow beneath you, doing your best to conceal your sounds of pleasure. You were in Zoro’s bed, as all of the crew were out exploring the newest town

Despite that fact, it never hurts to be too careful. 

And indeed, you were right. Because not even a minute later, you hear the door to the men’s quarters open and you gasp in surprise. You involuntarily clench around Zoro, making him hiss as you both turn to see who walked in.

Sanji stands in the doorway, jaw dropped and suit jacket halfway off his body.

Zoro turns to maneuver the bed sheets in a way that covers your body from Sanji’s eyes. You could tell that the cook was staring at you, just by the way his eyes completely avoid your gaze and he looks upward as a blush rises to his cheeks. He looks cuter than ever in that moment, and maybe it's because you have a dick inside of you at that very moment, but you desperately want to fuck him to see what other reactions you can get out of him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Zoro growls out. The hand that was splayed across your hip tightens in anger the longer Sanji stands there. “Fucking scram.”

You could tell by his initial embarrassment that Sanji was planning on leaving, but Zoro’s reaction has him heated up, and you know that neither of them will let the other have the last word.

You roll your eyes and get settled in, waiting for the argument to begin.

Sanji tsks at Zoro, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Putting her in such a degrading position like that, it’s a wonder she stays with you.”

“She stays with me ‘cause I fuck her right every time. Not like she’d have the same experience with you.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve never gotten a single complaint about my performance in the bedroom!”

“Yeah, right. Like she’d ever go for you when she has me here.”

“A-actually,” you speak up for the first time during their spat. Both men turn to you, Sanji with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and Zoro, who’s glare seems to scream don’t you dare, as if he knew exactly what you were going to suggest.

“Sanji,” you swallow, hoping you’re not making a mistake, “you should join us.”

“Join—?” He chokes on his spit, and you can see the way his cheeks turn red from his blush. 

“Please?” you put on a classic pout that you know will make Sanji weak in the knees.

Hook, line, and sinker.

He scratches the back of his neck, feigning concession. But you can see the tent in his pants that is clear as day. “If you insist, madam.”

“Madam,” Zoro mutters from behind you, mocking Sanji’s choice of word. You kick at the back of his leg in warning.

Sanji approaches you in the front of the bed (staying as far away from Zoro as possible, you notice) and stares at you hesitantly. You motion him closer, and begin palming his erection through his pants. He moans softly, his hips subtly bucking into your touch.

Zoro, having enough of your attention pulled away from him, begins to thrust back into you from behind. The sudden movement has you moaning, and the force of it pushes you right into Sanji’s crotch.

The ship’s cook grabs your hair by the root and keeps you in place with one hand as he uses his other to undo his pants and free his cock from its constraints. His hard erection springs out, hitting you in the face, and without any prompting you stick it in your mouth, sucking on it furiously.

You bob your head up and down, swallowing him all the way down to the root. You swirl your tongue around the head, and Sanji’s grip in your hair tightens as he groans from the sensation.

“Better not make any noises over there, cook,” Zoro says. “I was planning on finishing.”

Sanji’s response comes back within a second. “I can’t help it when your woman is giving all her attention to me.”

You don’t even need to be looking at Zoro to know what his reaction is to that—you can just picture the glare that he gives Sanji as he slaps your ass and ruts his hips into you more.

The force of his cock filling you to the brim has you moaning around Sanji’s cock as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hands grip the sheets below you as you make a feeble attempt to stabilize yourself as you lay helpless between the two men who use your body for their pleasure.

Zoro does his best to ignore Sanji and occupies himself with grabbing the flesh of your ass and spreading you open wider than before. He bullies his cock deep inside of you, and the bulbous head reaches parts of you that have your vision going blurry and your mind going numb, only able to focus on how much he fills you up.

“You see this?” Zoro motions to you, and the way your body shakes in pleasure from his cock thrusting deep with you. “This is all ‘cause of me. You couldn’t make her feel even half as good.”

As you look up at Sanji through your teary vision, you can see the way his eyes narrow at Zoro’s fighting words. Suddenly your nose is pressed up against Sanji’s pubic bone, his cock stuffed all the way down your throat, you cough and gag around him, spit dribbling down the sides of your mouth yet he doesn’t relent.

He has one hand entangled in your hair at the scalp, and the other moves to wrap itself around your neck, gripping it lightly, feeling the imprint of his cock on your throat as he fucks it in and our of your mouth.

You moan around him, relishing in the sensation of fullness that you’re getting inside of you from both ends. Your hands move to grasp onto Sanji’s thighs and you suck down as much as you can on his cock, gagging as his cock reaches as far as it could possibly go within your mouth. Tears start to stream down your face now at the way he pounds himself all the way to the back of your throat.

Sanji looks down at your reaction, and then up at Zoro with his trademark smirk. “Seems like she’s too occupied enjoying my cock down her throat.”

Both men are relentless in trying to prove themselves, and you’re on the receiving end of it. It seems as though you’re never going to catch a break between the two of them. They constantly try and one up each other, with each new action or technique they try on you has you edging closer and closer to your eventual orgasm.

The final straw is when Zoro, through his relentless ruts into you, begins to stick his thick fingers inside of your pussy as well, curling them up in the perfect spots where he knows you’ll fall apart.

And you do. You attempt to pull a hand back and slap him against his arm to warn him or your incoming orgasm, but Sanji’s grip in your hair remains as solid as ever and you don’t have enough strength to pull yourself back.

Your arms flop to your side, weak and useless, the two men being the only things holding your body up now. Your screams of pleasure are muted around Sanji’s cock, but the vibrations from it have him groaning nonetheless.

Your orgasm comes like a colossal wave, crashing down onto you with so much pain and pleasure it becomes too overwhelming to bear. Your whole body goes rigid as you climax. Your pussy clenches like a vice around Zoro’s cock, and your mouth tightens around Sanji. The two men groan in unison as your release washes over you, squirting juices all over yourself and Zoro, who you can hear laughing (and probably mocking Sanji) from behind you.

Neither man lets you rest after your orgasm, though. They both continue to fuck you with intense vigor, as if it’s their dying wishes. It’s Sanji who finally folds first and cums, doing so by holding you by your hair as he smashes your face all the way to the base of his cock. His groans are loud and continuous as you suck down on him furiously, swallowing the jets of cum that shoot out of him. 

A mix of your saliva and his cum leave the sides of your mouth as you do so, causing you to make a mess of his cock, slobbering all over it as he guides your head up and down.

“Fuck, so good for me,” he mutters out with his jaw clenched, just loud enough for you to hear, and you preen under the praise.

After he’s done cumming, you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue for Sanji, showing him your empty mouth from swallowing all of him. And you’re glad you did so, because based on his lovesick expression alone it looked like he was about to cream himself for a second time that night.

Zoro cums soon after, his cock throbbing harshly as he buries himself to the hilt deep inside your pussy. He tends to be quiet when he cums, save for a few grunts here and there as the jets of hot liquid pour into you. But this time, you can hear him uttering praises to you.

“That’s it baby,” is what you hear the clearest through his groans, his voice gravely and deep. “Fuck, squeezing me so tightly. Could die in this pussy.”

If you literally didn’t just have your orgasm a second ago, you probably would have cum again right then and there.

Zoro always came inside of you whenever you two fucked, insisting on going bare. You never minded it; it felt better without a condom on, anyways. But you always knew that the reason why Zoro truly did it was because he loved marking you with his cum, seeing it drip outside of your pussy whenever he finished.

The swordsman reluctantly leaves your pussy after he cums. He watches the way the excess liquid seeps outside of your pussy, which still clenches around nothing, desperately looking for his cock again. He scoops it up with his fingers, pushing it back inside of you and barks out a laugh at the way you moan pathetically and your pussy walls quiver as they constrict around the shape of him.

He takes some of the excess left on his fingers and wipes it across your ass, rubbing it into your skin.

It takes you a couple of moments for you to finally open your eyes and register your surroundings after all of that. Zoro is wiping you with a wet cloth, and you see Sanji coming back in with a glass of water and a snack he no doubt whipped up quickly, then and there.

Once you’re finally calmed down from the overstimulation and cleaned off from all of the stickiness, you roll back into Zoro’s bed with a sigh collapsing from the exhaustion. Zoro moves in next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and rubbing circles into your skin.

Sanji glances at the two of you. “Room for one more?” he asks cheekily.

Zoro glares at Sanji and his arm tightens around you. “Fuck no. Piss off.” 

He closes his eyes, and within seconds he’s snoring away, dead to the world.

You look over at Sanji and roll your eyes at Zoro’s words. Silently, you scootch over in the bed, making some room for him. You motion with your hand for him to climb in, and he does so gladly, nestling himself into your body. With Zoro’s arm around you and your face resting in the crook of Sanji’s neck, you’re able to fall asleep quickly and peacefully sandwiched between your two favorite boys, not having a single care in the world.

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ISEKAI!YANDERE!CROWN PRINCE INTRODUCTION

warning: female reader, his name is saer…just so you can follow a bit lol, isekai lol

a/n: it’s structured a bit differently than my other introductions, do note that yes this is x reader but you had gotten isekai’d into a novel so….i do say her name but…..you’re also you…..if that makes sense, also he is hardly in it but its like….an introduction to the story bc its…an isekai and i needed to layout how i wanted everything to be

its not like you didn’t realize something was up. bright white lights blind you right when you open your eyes. maids coming in and out, calling you ‘miss’ and telling you not to sit up because ‘it will harm you even more’. granted, you were very thankful for their words because, around ten minutes before they came in, you attempted to sit up and gave yourself a headache. even though nobody was explaining anything, you remained quiet, trying to gather as much information from the surrounding maids as possible. the red-haired one with tight curls and an everlasting smile was amanda. she seemed to like you much, more than the other two, and tended to you more carefully. maybe she was your personal maid,or maybe she was just good at her job, but she never let up and called you your ‘name’.

admittedly, none of the other two maids called you your ‘name’ either. it was all just ma’am or miss from them. you just expected a hint of your identity from amanda, based solely on her care for you. selfish? maybe but you needed more hints. the other maids are named cynthia and tilly. the former of the two had long black hair slicked into a low bun, with a small maids hair on top to finish the look. it was a cute detail, if you must say, since the other two didn’t wear them. cynthia hardly spoke above a shout, coming off as more soft-spoken than the other two. she wasn’t really rude, nor did she have an attitude while tending to you, but she wore an expression of indifference that made you think she would rather do anything else.

tilly, on the other hand, was more bold than the other two. still not outwardly rude, but she tested your patience a few times. the main one that got to you though, was when she was rubbing your face. while she was washing off your face with the washcloth, she rubbed against your cheeks too hard, and upon this ‘realization’ she gave you a malevolent grin. her thin lips formed an o shape, mimicking the action of saying ‘oops’. luckily, it seemed as if amanda and cynthia didn’t really care for this ‘prank’ of hers. they both scoffed in disgust, continuing to pick out outfits for me to wear for the day ahead.

a soft but stern knock was heard at the door, revealing a man with black slick back hair and yellow eyes to put the look all together. he reminded you of those webtoon male leads that were cold but female audiences loved. being a sucker for those types, you raised your neck up, making sure to keep your body in the same supine position. the man standing at the foot of your bed looked down at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. an expression that wasn’t scary but wasnt welcoming. tapping along the footboard of the bed, he let out a low sigh out that resembled a growl and turned around to leave. tilly, amanda, and cynthia didn’t acknowledge the man. neither did he to them. the only thing that could resemble an interaction between the four of them was when tilly and amanda gave small bows and the slight side eye cynthia gave before going back inside your closet to look for something.

“madam,”

thats a new one.

“lord saer would like you to have breakfast with him today.”

lifting your head enough to turn your focus towards amanda, you started to guess your facial expression was a bit too expressive because amanda started to giggle. the pain in your body wasn’t really high; it was more the numbness that bothered you. moving your neck and head didn’t really take much strength, it was attempting to move your legs that was the problem. walking towards you in a shift movement, amanda placed the rich, deep purple hair piece down on top of the dress set she had picked out for you. upon arrival, she softly removed your blanket and shifted your body into a sitting position. you felt like a doll.

“okay now miss, i will be lifting you up to wash you now.”

placing her right arm underneath the backs of your knees and her left arm supporting your neck, she quickly moved you to the area you’re assuming was the bathroom. the door to the large room was already open, since once she had lifted you up, cynthia had pushed the door open and walked in herself. the room was massive, twice the size of a normal person’s kitchen. the walls and floor tiles were both the same shade of pale pink, matching the sleeping set you had on. amanda sat you down in a chair and started to strip you down. while she was doing that, the other was running the bath water and testing if it was safe enough. every time the water was a bit too hot or too cold, you saw cynthia’s eyes squeeze shut.

“alright madam edina,”

cynthia sighed, standing up from the clam shaped tub.

“it’s all set for you. please do not make it hard as you have always done.”

not sparing you even a small look, she and amanda were already picking you up and guiding you into the tub. quietly instructing you to lay back, wet, cold liquid found its way both on your scalp and on your legs. edina? are you sure thats what she said? the only edina you knew of was the villainess from the hit novel “obsession falls”. you never really read the book, but you knew of the characters and the content that surrounded it. it was rather controversial for how obsessive and dangerous the male lead was. he had stalked the female lead for years, and it didn’t stop once he got married. with a wife so dismissive and uninterested, the male lead was given all the time in the world to go hunt his prey.

unfortunately for him, once edina randomly started to care about what her husband was doing during the day he had to slowly stop. losing the love of his life to the second male lead, alastair. due to this very random string of events, saer had grown irritated by the events his wife was clumsily stringing together. he then decided to take care of his wife, edina. the night before he was to go and kill alastair, he had poisoned the dinner he had helped make for his wife. from your memory, this was one of the few times in years he had asked his wife to sit at the table and eat with him. she would usually just take her food into her room separately. this night, edina came into the dining room with her most expensive jewelry and dress. she thought this was the night her husband was going to admit his faults and leave the female lead for her. however, what actually ended up happening was that the moment she took a bite out of her steak, her vision went black and her head banged on the table.

focusing on the soft brushes of your hair, you start to put the pieces together. you don’t remember the faces of any of the characters in the story, you just remember the basic blot and conflict. if what cynthia said was true, that you are in fact edina tudor gwynn then that means the reasoning for your stiff body was because of your ‘husband’ trying to kill you. sharply sucking in some air, you seek strength within your legs. even though the lower half of your body was still partially numbed, the feeling of pins and needles filled the tip of your toes to the back of your knees. not wanting to cause much of a scene, even though you were sure she wouldn’t care much, you looked up to check to see if your maid was paying you any mind. cynthia was too focused on rinsing your body, while amanda stopped brushing your hair to grab towels for you.

“cynthia,”

it was amazing how you could even get that out. due to the affects of the poison, your throat had become overly dry and it hurt you to even swallow. that was mainly one of the reasons as to why you hardly spoke to them this morning. stopping in her tracks, she lazily turned her head into your direction. the woman didn’t have much of any emotion on her face. her eyelids halfway down, making it appear that she was tired or just bored. her lips were in a thin line. you had hardly seen her smile or really speak, so you started to believe this was just how her resting face looked like.

“why did he poison me?”

tilting her head a bit, cynthia’s facial expression changed. it was as if your question intrigued her. her low eyelids raised a bit, along side her eyebrows, as she tried to tame the smile that was creeping on her thin lips. this was the most expressive you have ever seen her. she began to part her lips when amanda came back through the door with the towels.

“perhaps this conversation will need to be revisited, my lady.”

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