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Hii!!(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I have a request!(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

Goku has a step sister, that's stronger then Beerus and they need her help to deaft the enemy but no one knew that Goku had a step sister till Whis said that they needed her and will go looking for her.

Have a nice day!!! :D

Okay! Since this is a character stronger than Beerus I'm gonna try to keep it along the canon rankings for now! So the reader will be part angel! Bardock being the father!

Here we go again (GOKU X READER PLATONIC!!)

"Say that again?" When given the news Goku was aghast. The last time he had heard he had a sibling...well he was killed. So to hear he has another that's a lot stronger this time. What is he gonne do if they're evil too?

"what can't hear? He just said you have a sister stronger than me."

Beerus snapped, clearly a bit butt-hurt by the sound of it which is why his voice seems extra harsh. It's in everyone's interest to just leave him to his pudding cups for now and not talk to him at all which is why Goku apologizes and turns back to Whis.

"Ah- Yeah sorry Lord Beerus, but you said she was older? Just how many years are we talkin? Why didn't she come with Raditz? Is she anything like Raditz?"

Goku has so many questions that just desperately need answers or his brain might blow- or he'll loose what's left of it after all the head hits he has taken over the years. Throwing caution to the wind is usually his go to, but considering his family has a knack with kidnapping his children he cant take the risk especially with Goten being so young.

Hearing Goku become so frantic causes Whis to laugh, trying to stifle it back but failing in the end when it should have died down by now.

"Oh hoho! You needn't worry, she's only a year older than you."

Just as fast as he started laughing his fit came to an end and he became serious his eyes relaxed and his smile dropped into a serious frown.

"However, I would imagine her mother was disposed of for breeding with a saiyan. I am not sure what exactly happened but I do know that she likely would've been killed immediately had she been found out."

Goku doesn't like the sudden shift in the atmosphere, and he's not sure what's more unsettling, Whis's laughter or his seriousness. What he does know is the most disturbing part of this conversation has to be the slightly unknown threat that is his step-sister especially if she supposedly has half the strength Whis does.

Then Whis turns around, and after a while he glances back at Goku as he waits for him to grab onto his shoulder to locate and find his sister. The one that's gonna fix this slip up of a monster.

"Now lets go, You'll be helping me retrieve her For your sake. Hope that she is nothing like Raditz."

His voice is full of warning, and Goku swallows a large lump in his throat. For some reason this feels like trying to find his sister might go wrong and be a big mistake, like he's aware he's getting into a fight he can't win.

"I also hope she has no animosity towards her father..." He shivers at the thought which really doesn't help with Goku's stress that's already building.

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You were a violent woman. You are a violent woman, it seems like it's just in your blood. Everything seems to upset you but nobody you know really understands why. it made childhood so lonely but even then for some reason, it hardly bothered you.

Getting through life you were quick to realize that you should isolate yourself from everyone else, and they were fine with that. Afterall you're basically a safety hazard and the people of your "home" can't take it anymore.

Thinking about your mother? Now you've gone and tore a city down. Thinking about your no good father who cursed you from birth with his blood? You almost blew a hole reaching towards the planets core. It was a constant problem, so when you were old enough you made sure to distance yourself more.

Don't get it twisted, the people of the planet don't exactly hate you. Afterall without you they're sure they would've been enslaved to one of king cold's armies or even worse on of his son's armies. Its trusty to have an unforgiving "hero" so they show their appreciation by bringing you part of their yearly crops, which is more than enough to be completely honest.

Its not bad. At least that's what you tell yourself. It could be worse, you could be dead like your mom, and probably like your dad.

He'd better be dead at the very least.

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Another day, another hole to patch in your home, which is really just a cave you stole from the odd creature that lived within it now part of it having made a home within your digestive system. Big enough to fill you up luckily.

Unfortunately it's cave can't withstand your spurs of rage, and you have to use a bigger rock to patch the hole in the cave. Easy work, at least for someone with your abilities.

"I guess I'm done...I should go look for some food, I'm hungry.."

You mumble under your breath, your eyes absent mindedly still tracing over the odd looking patch-job on your wall. It's "home" it has been for a while now but looking at the hole makes you feel something that for once possibly isn't anger or hunger but it still feels as bad as those two.

"ugh...what is that..." Gripping your stomach you groan and sigh before turning away from the wall, its bothersome to stare at it long. That off feeling will go away, it usually does...

So you leave your cave, and take a deep breath of the fresh air coming from outside. You look ahead and see the weirdly bent trees that go for miles. They are endless, you checked. The grass is purple and as you walk through it, its quiet.

Eventually you made it to a lake, its water clear and you can see the rocks underneath as you kneel to sit down, putting a hand on the soft purple grass beneath you, cupping a free hand into the water, its chill refreshing against your rough scarred hands. You bring it to your lips and drink, taking in its soothing coolness throughout your body and letting it relax your mind.

You close your eyes, enjoying the peaceful sound of the odd creatures of the planet, honestly the good thing about being alone is the gentle peaceful noises of your nature. The barks of the birds, the croaks of the frogs in the lakes, the light splash of the fish in the water, and the-

"Hi!! I'm Goku!!"

Without warning a loud disturbance rang through your ears as you quickly fell into the pond, letting out a string of curses as you fell in.

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Whis saw you fall into the pond but makes no efforts to help, his eyes go wide and his mouth goes into an 'o' shape showing how surprised he is that Goku would suddenly do that. He then turns to Goku and glares at him.

"...oops..." Goku mumbles as he looked at the pond you just fell in.

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The cold water engulfed your body. It almost put you in shock had you not caught it, your eyes opened as you take in your surroundings underwater. The fish as colorful as usual but then your eyebrows furrow as you remember the interruption.

'Who the hell-' You start to think as you look up, but your thought is immediately cut short as your eyes widened at what you see.

That spikey black hair...those big black eyes... that guy...looks like...

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"Hey, They haven't come up for air yet- do you think we should-" Goku starts but Whis cuts him off rather quickly

"no no give her just a moment I would know if she drowned or not I'm sure." He reassures although he's just about as unsure as Goku at this point, but he refuses to ever admit he's as clueless as Goku no matter the situation. No hate towards him, its just...its Goku.

Suddenly they both have to jump back as the water from the area spurts up in a sudden blast of sorts, temporarily impairing their vision as to what's going on.

Without any sort of warning all Goku sees last minute when he looks to his left is your fist a little too close to be anywhere near safe. It makes contact with the side of his head and in short

it hurts

Don't get him wrong, he's been hit before and it hurt like hell, I mean he's died before and obviously that hurts too but that- it hurt way too much for his comfort, in a way that makes him feel like the sense just got punched into him that he can't win this fight.

Usually he can bounce back even if he knows deep down he can't win, he'll have some hope, but that hit felt different than any other. It almost knocked his head off for petesake.

He is knocked far, fairly far. When he finally gets to his feet his head feels like its spinning, god, even Beerus didn't hit him that hard... and its Beerus, the same cat that almost destroyed the earth.

"Ah- Damn...what the- what was that!?" He asked nobody in particular before he floats above the ground, to fly his way back to where Whis hopefully still is.

As he flies over he cant help but think to himself 'This isn't good, she's stronger than Beerus, and it's like she's trying to kill us right off the bat!' His eyebrows furrow as he tries to think of a possible way to go about fighting someone like you.

As far as he can think he's gonna have to wing it for now, until he gets a good grip on your fighting style.

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He can't.

He can't do it. He can't get a grip on how you fight, all he knows for now is you're good at close range but when he thinks he's got it down pack at tries to get a distance you end up behind him, and it doesn't help that he cant sense you.

"I'm gonna kill you for even thinking to come here!" He hears you yell in the distance of the trees and he's just so confused on what he even did wrong.

This is a disaster, and what's even worse is the fact that Whis doesn't have much of a plan either. 'Just distract her! Like that's so easy to do!' Goku thinks to himself, feeling his frustration growing and his blood draining from the many wounds you've left on him.

He tries to get some distance again, bringing you back around Whis but you're fast, just as he thinks he's gonna turn left, here you are landing a rib-shattering punch to his side.

"Ack!" Blood and spit spurts from his mouth as he's knocked through trees and rolls on the ground just hardly able to catch himself as he slings himself up before you try and crush him with another hit.

"We just wanna talk!" He tries to reason and dodge at the same time.

"And I just want your stupid king to leave the planet alone!!" You snap at him, your eyes giving way to your rage as you charge up an attack.

"WHAT KING?" His words only fill you with more rage as you yell at him for his false stupidity. "Don't play dumb! I know you work with king cold!"

He barely dodges your blast without getting burnt a bit. "Who!?"

He seems genuinely confused, because he is. It makes you stop attacking, but you keep a stance just in case. You raise an eyebrow at him. "You Don't know King Cold? what about cooler? Or Freeza?" You question him, your voice still loud and your tone harsh albeit the confusion layered within it.

"What?! no! I beat the two of them! They hate me! They're terrible people I would never work for them!" He says, sounding out of breath and offended at the thought that you assumed he worked for them, because he was a bit offended.

He beat them? "You beat them?" You asked, your tone a lot less hostile and harsh, now more confused than anything as your stance falters ever so slightly.

He slowly lowers himself to the ground, falling on his knees as sweet and blood drips onto the soft purple grass and he takes deep heavy breaths, he's heavily injured more than he could've expected to be and you- well he landed one good hit.

"I'm...your brother...Goku... Sayain...from... planet earth...need help..." He attempts to explain but Goku has passed out from bloodloss enough times to know what he's about to black out and right now he's not gonna stay up for much longer if he can hardly get out a correct sentence.

The amount of bloodloss and pain gives him a familiar nauseous feeling, he blinks slowly before his eyes close and he falls onto the soft grass with a thump.

"My brother?...Oh." You look down at the guy, his body bloodied and battered and his outfit torn, at least his pants somehow stayed in tact.

You look over to see the one with blue skin and white hair approach, a neutral expression on his face despite how you just brutalized his acquaintance.

"If you're done, we came here for your help. A threat even the god of destruction himself can't defeat-" Before he gets into the big details you just cut him off.

"Is it a threat to this planet I'm on?" The rest of the universe isn't a big concern, but when it becomes an inconvenience to the decent life you've got going on here on this planet then you'll actually care to put in an effort.

It's all you have really and it'd suck to loose it.

"I- Yes and we-" Once again you interrupt him, he doesn't need to do all that talking when you already made up your mind when you heard the word 'yes'.

"I'll do it." You shrug and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you've interrupted him twice now, but after a few minutes of staring at eachother with unchanging expressions he sighs, rolling his eyes and smacking his lips in annoyance.

He waves the staff over Goku's unconscious body and heals his more intense injuries before hoisting the man under his arm and walking a few steps away from you.

Then he stops and looks back at you. "come on, put your hand on my shoulder." He sighs as you surprisingly listen.

"You Sayains are so rude." He huffs, but you pay little attention to his words as you can only think of one thing.

'They better have meat where we're going.'

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A guide to getting kidnapped and escaping 101

Chapter 1: The Schrödinger's Kat

Prologue

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in closer towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat."

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

Pairing: afab! Psychologist! Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, slow burn, comedy (an attempt was made)

Summary: You are a fairly renowned psychologist and therapist but definitely not renowned enough to be getting kidnapped in the middle of the night. Is it one of your past patients with a criminal record? You don't know what the kidnapper wants but now you finally find out.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

"Going somewhere doc?"

"Um no?" You try to lie. It was like your brain had turned into mush now that you were face to face with this scary unknown man.

He sighed deeply at your poor attempt at lying. "Please follow me." He said to you politely and started going into the direction you had come from. He didn't even turn once to see if you were following or not. You could try to run away but you doubted it would be useful in any way. So your best bet for now was to follow him. You saw as he removed his blood stained gloves swiftly and just dropped them on a table in the hallway, seemingly not bothered at all by the fact that he was staining the table in the process too. After many turns and taking a fucking lift to the 3rd floor, you finally reached the apparent destination as he opened a door and stepped to the side. "After you." He bowed lightly.

You stepped in to see the huge room. From the walls to the furniture, everything was the darkest shade of black. It had a huge glass window through which you could see the view of the city. The room was designed like an office of a rich ceo or something. A black table in the middle. With chairs on both sides. And a bookcase on the wall parallel to the window. It definitely did not have the kind of books you'd read because you could see a thick file with the word 'contracts' stamped on it with red. Another one was labeled as '0325 blueprints' with a black sharpie in messy handwriting.

That was all your eyes could take in before he cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit on a chair and took a seat behind the desk. "I apologise for staining your shirt. I'll have your clothes delivered to you soon." He said while folding his jacket's sleeves till his elbows. And oh his hands are very veiny for some reason.

"Uh... my clothes?" You ask in perplexity. Talking about clothes though, you notice he's wearing a black jacket with a red rose on it over his plain black shirt. You are just grateful his clothes aren't splashed with blood now.

"Oh right. I'm sure you would have many questions." No shit sherlock. "Please ask away whatever you want. I'll try my best to answer as long as the questions are appropriate." Appropriate? What did he think you were gonna question him about? His love life? Egoistical bastard. You wanted to roll your eyes but you would rather not test him for now.

"So... who are you?" The most important question. And the first one you asked your clients, although you had their information files with you. Oh how you wished you could have his information file.

"You can call me Chris." He answered with a slight and what you could only call proud smile. Did this guy really think he gave you a good answer? This was not some introductions meeting, you wanted to know what he did. Guess you'll have to be straight forward with him. Afterall he did say you could ask anything.

"What... work do you do?" You make sure to not say anything he might find offensive. Because you should be worrying about such a thing after seeing him literally splattered with blood.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. It's... confidential, let's just say." Yeah you kind of knew he wouldn't tell you about him possibly committing murders just yet.

"Fine. Why am I here?"

"To cure me." He says while fidgeting with the two silver chain bracelets he's wearing on his wrists.

"Of what?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Uh I- I think I might be, and I don't know for sure of course, um going crazy." He mumbled nervously, a contradiction from the way he appeared in front of his men.

Now that interested you. Okay so maybe you were writing a potentially illegal research paper on criminals and their psychology but you couldn't agree to this, right? You did have access to talk to a handful of criminals but always under the surveillance of a camera with guards there. You couldn't ask the questions you wanted to. Not without raising suspicions about if you, yourself were a bit crazy. Plus he didn't look too threatening now that he wasn't covered in blood. And what will he even get out of hurting or murdering you? Atleast he wasn't one of the psychopaths whom you had reported to be sent in an asylum and he screamed "I'll kill you one day" and a bunch of other stuff you didn't wish to remember again as he was dragged away by the guards. And it wasn't like this man was hard to look at. Yes pretty privilege and the halo effect were very much really. You were a mere human afterall.

"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." You knew exactly why you were here by now but hearing what he had to say wouldn't hurt.

"Aren't you a doctor specifically for that?" He asked as if you were dumb. Maybe he was thinking you were stupid. Which is great. You don't want him thinking or rather, knowing that you're too smart, too soon.

"So... you need help?" You ask as if you are still confused.

"Whatever way you wanna put it I guess." So he couldn't even accept the fact that he needed help yet. Great.

"And you couldn't come to the hospital I work at like a normal person for that?"

"What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow and you have to accept he looks ridiculously attractive while doing so. Get it together, you scold yourself. "Look I can't tell you what it is that I do. But I think you're smart enough to know it's not something that allows me to just walk into government owned institutions." Oh you knew.

"I don't see how that's my problem? You couldn't find a private therapist or something?" Now this is something you hadn't actually figured out yet. Surely just hiring a private psychologist would be lot easier than whatever he was doing.

"Unfortunately for you and fortuantely for me, I don't settle for anything less than the best. And no private people were as qualified as you." Oh?

"How do you even know that?" You ask, now in actual confusion.

"A friend of mine attended your seminar on psychodynamic theory last year and he was thoroughly impressed by you. He was actually the one who reccomended you." Okay what the fuck? Only top detectives and goverment officers were allowed to attend that event as you had to go through some truly disturbing and stomach churning cases to explain your points. How did he even have friends there?

"How lucky for me." You remark sarcastically.

"I know this might be a difficult situation for you to adjust to and I'm deeply sorry for that. But please understand that there was no other way." He explains while brushing his dark hair out of his face.

"Oh sure, as if you couldn't just, I don't know drop by my home for a few sessions? Why do I have to be held captive to help you!?" Now you have to put your 2 years of being in drama club in high school to good use. You have to let him think you are just so distressed by this situation, as any normal person would be.

"What? No, no. You're not 'held captive' as you put it. I just needed to get you under my protection if I wanted to do this." Just as you think this man can't surprise you anymore, he says something that makes no sense in the image you are trying to put together of him.

"Why?"

"You don't think I've got people who are just dying to know my secrets that no one else does and the ones you'll get to know soon enough? They can kidnap you and not with the intention of getting... 'help', but with the intention of hurting you, unlike me. And I can't let that happen just because I'm an idiot who thinks there's something wrong with me." As soon as you heard the sentence "that no else does and the ones you'll get to know" your brain was overflowing with serotonin. In a world where everything was already discovered and no one kept secrets from you anymore, this sounded like the best reward you could get after hearing people's mediocre stories about their trust issues because that one boy broke their heart in 5th grade.

"'Think'? I haven't even talked to you that much yet and I already know there's a lot wrong with you. You don't think you can just murder people or do whatever it is that you do and live with a healthy conscience do you?" The fact that he "thought" there was something wrong with him was laughable at the best and sad at the least.

He sighed again. "Right. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna force you to do this. If you don't want to do this, you're free to go. I mean you'll definitely need atleast a month of protection by my men because I know the news of you being here would've already reached to my... rivals, let's just put it that way."

"That reminds me, care to tell me how long have I been here for?"

He looks at his expensive looking watch before answering. "Somewhere between 20 to 22 hours." So it hadn't even been a day yet and his 'rivals' already knew about you being here? Just who was this man? He was like a messily wrapped present flowing wtih intrigue and enigma. So there was only one right answer at this point right?

"Kat and Nemo." You say, finally telling him the decision you made a while ago.

"Huh?"

"My pets. Get them here as soon as you can. They haven't eaten all day today, Oh my God."

"So- wait- does- does that mean you're doing this?" He asks in disbelief.

"No I just want to leave my pets here." You roll your eyes. "Of course, are you really that dense? And while you're at it, get my phone and laptop too." You could finally talk to him freely now that he had said he wouldn't hurt you... you think.

"Oh sorry I just still can't believe you agreed and-" he says incredulously.

"I'm sure we can talk later after you get my pets here." You get up to go to whatever room it was you were in.

"Where are you going?" He questions, standing up too.

"Back to that dungeon." You turn back to look at him.

"It's not a dungeon okay. If you don't like it, you can have another room." He stands right in front you.

"Fine then let me stay in your room." Yes he was hot but that wasn't the reason okay. Atleast not the only one. Maybe you would be able to study him more if you spent more time with him. For research, of course.

"What?" He asked dumbfoundedly. You were sure if he was drinking something right now, he would've choked.

"You heard me."

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in very close towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat." He whispers to you. So afterall he wasn't as dumb to not figure out your motivations yet. Yeah you didn't really do good in the drama club anyways.

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

"Unfortunately nothing that is killed ever comes back to life." He says as if he's experienced it himself.

"Schrödinger's cat." You reply and watch his brows furrow. Of course he wouldn't know what that means.

"What does that mean?" He squints his eyes.

"Maybe I'll tell you some day." You shrug.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I'll send the contract to your room. Read it before signing." Wow so now you'll have to sign a contract? As if things couldn't get any more weird.

You were willing to do anything to unwrap the messily wrapped present that 'Chris' was. And maybe that was the first mistake you made before making many others that will lead you somwhere you couldn't even imagine yet.

A/N: look who posted finally after a whole month. I'm sorry for being late lol.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Planet Puto Character - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: Am I insane and out of my mind? Yes. Was I in the middle of a creativity block and just pulled this world building shit out of thin air? Also yes.

~Royalty! AU~ INTRODUCTION

"That one looks half decent..."

Lakan smirked as he pointed into you using the sharp end of his sword, not caring if you're already trembling. Is it because of the fear? or maybe it's from being on your knees on the snowy ground with nothing but thin and tattered clothes for god knows how long, you don't really know at this point.

The military general leans down to your level hand grabbing your cheeks roughly and forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me, peasant. What entertaining stuff can you do? Careful about your answer, your life depends on it." His voice, although very soft and playful has that menacing tone that didn't fail to give you goosebumps.

The ground was cold and the air was thick— filled with cries for mercy as Lakan's troops destroy and slaughter whatever they lay eyes on.

"I- I can play instruments and write poetry, Sir." You stuttered as your voice get struck in your throat.

"We're taking this one home." Lakan grinned at your response before letting go of your face.

"This will do for Maliksi's birthday present. Now let's pack up before the enemy's reinforcements arrive. Just set fire to everything then let's call it a day."

The servants looked at you somberly as you were dragged out of the carriage and into the palace gates, the soldiers handling you roughly. You can't blame them, after all you are nothing but a peasant from the losing side of this wretched war. These people are the ruthless victors, their hands soaked with the blood of your fellow civilians that unfortunately got caught in the middle of slaughter.

"Lakan, what is the meaning of this?" A firm voice caught your attention but you kept your head lowered on the ground.

Makisig quickly motioned towards his courtesans to help you stand up as he walked towards Lakan.

"Oh, if it isn't my own brother, the King." Lakan tauntingly said as he bowed slightly. He's always despised the idea of Makisig ascending to the throne despite being younger than him.

That position was meant for him, yet here he is, reduced to being the general who spends more time outside the palace walls instead of seating on that fancy throne he's always dreamt of.

"Cut it out! What are you doing? You do know that the enemies already called defeat and you can't be taking in anymore war prisoners!"

"Prisoner? That one was a present for our youngest brother."

"A present?! Our brother is nothing like you! He won't enjoy such fatuity—"

"And? Who does he take after then? Everyone here knows that the young prince isn't soft like you! Hell, I bet he'll be a better king than you!"

Makisig's royal guards quickly drew blade and pointed it at the general. They will not stand for any slander against the King. It is a crime of treason afterall and will be punishable by death. The King sighed, "Lower your blades! He's still my brother."

Lakan softly chuckled as he turned to walk away. "See? I told you. Soft. Please have your courtesans clean up and dress that girl, then take her to my room. I'll deliver her myself to Maliksi."

You shivered at the first touch of cold water into your skin as the royal courtesans started giving you a bath. You've literally been in crossfire and to say that you are filthy is an understatement. You didn't even know how Lakan was able to spot you amongst the civilians.

No one was talking, probably out of pity for you and what you went through— your kingdom just lost the war, your town was burnt to a crisp, you watched the others getting killed infront of you. You are someone who lost everything.

After your bath, they dressed you up in a fine dress, probably too grand from what you were expecting, and then they proceeded to put your curly hair up in a bun using an intricate pin.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but admire your reflection. Funny what a bath and some fancy fabric can do.

"You look pretty." One of the courtesans whispered as she gave you a kind smile. All of them looked hopeful and sweet, probably wishing you good fate inside the very walls of this palace just like them. They all lined up as they silently lead you to Lakan's quarters.

"Bring her in and leave." Lakan said from the inside of the room before the royal courtesans can even knock. They did just that but before they finally close the door, they looked at each other before giving you a reassuring nod.

As soon as the doors closed, the royal courtesans raced towards Maliksi's quarters. He wasn't the friendliest towards them, and they will surely be yelled at for disturbing him at this time, but they all know Lakan and the poor fate every other lady went through after spending time alone with him in his quarters. They cannot just do nothing after sending you to your possible doom.

Lakan's room is dark yet you can feel his stares boring a hole to your very being. "Guess I was right, you do look good."

The general smirked as he slowly walked towards you. "A poet and a musician doesn't have a right to look this good. It'll be such a waste to just give you to my youngest brother afterall." He softly said, his hot breath fanning into your neck as he leans in while his hand reaches out to slightly slide the dress down and reveal your left shoulder.

"Maybe I should get a taste first, before giving you to Maliksi."

You grabbed fistfuls into your dress as you held yourself from talking back or trying fighting him off— you knew this man would not hesitate in killing you if you do something as much as turn down his advances.

You can feel warm tears form and trickle down your cheeks, knowing that you can't ask him to stop if you wanted to live.

"I don't accept leftovers, brother. It's rude to gift someone stuff that you already used." A cold voice emerged from the shadows as you felt being snatched from Lakan's grip and being pulled as someone held you gently by your waist.

"Gods! Maliksi, can you stop doing that?! I know that you're the only one blessed with magic among us but just stop popping out of the shadows, it creeps me out. Can't you use a fucking door like a normal person?"

"It's called teleportation magic. I didn't popped out of the shadows, your room is just as dark as your soul. Anyway, you boldly declared this lady as a present for me earlier and I have eyewitnesses. I came here to pick her up." Maliksi nonchalantly said as he rolled his eyes, still holding you close to him.

"It's those courtesans...I knew it! If it weren't for the King's protection, I would've already cut their heads off." Lakan muttered underneath his breath while he gritted his teeth. "Aaaww, come on, brother! Can't we share just this once—"

Maliksi's expression hardened as he looked Lakan up and down. You can feel just how intimidating this man is despite him being shorter than the general.

"I believe we already established that since we were kids....That if you try touching what's mine, I'll be burning your fingers off." The young prince coldly said, his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

Lakan chuckled as he slowly backed away. He wasn't irritated at how his youngest brother is acting— oh, this is so much better than him being a big pretentious softy just like the King.

"As you wish, brother." The general smiled, everything is going according to his plan afterall.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hi! Welcome to the Royalty! Au that involves Planet Puto (philmytcrea au) characters. I do not own them, they are HC's Original Characters.

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I wanted to take time to clarify that this is fiction on fiction.

Yes, Lakan, Makisig, and Maliksi are brothers in this AU.

Yes, we hab King! Makisig here.

Lakan is the oldest, but Makisig was the one who ascended to the throne after their father died.

Yes, there is an ongoing war and Y/N (You/ Reader) is from the enemy kingdom who just declared Loss/ Defeat against Makisig's Kingdom.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND APPRECIATING WHAT I WRITE! ;;

#planet puto #planetputo #philmytcrea #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #rp maliksi #rp makisig #rp lakan

[kaigarax]

Absolutely Dazzling

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone that's everything you're not."

“Would you die if someone told you to?” You asked, your legs wrapped around the tree branch as you hung upside down, your golden eyes meeting with Gojo’s own bright blues.

Gojo scoffed, “of course not. Why would you ask such a stupid question?”

You laugh, giving Gojo a light flick to his forehead.

If you were anyone else he would’ve swat your hand away. Actually, if you were anyone else, you likely wouldn’t have even been able to have come in contact with him at all.

“(Y/n),” Gojo pouted, “you’re so mean to me.”

You smile unapologetically, “sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right,” you hum, “I’m not.”

Gojo felt a smile pull at the corners of his lips as he looked at you. Always so playful and carefree. Imagines he might’ve been a little more like you if he had been able to be a child while growing up. Imagines he might’ve been able to make friends more easily.

“Would you die if someone told you to?” Gojo asked, his own face inches away from yours.

You smile ever so prettily, with your hair loosely hanging from your head and all the blood rushing to your head. Most wouldn’t look that pretty in a moment like this, much less this pretty when upside down. But you’re not most. You’re you - and nothing is more like you then right now as you stare at him, a strange look in your brilliant eyes as you reply with a simple, “yes.”

…

…

…

He supposes he should’ve expected such an answer from someone like you. Really though, no matter how much Gojo prepared himself he likely would always be surprised at a moment like this.

This, afterall, is what separates you from him.

What separates you from everyone else.

He wonders how you might react if he were to press his lips to yours. Wonders if you’d smile fondly or run away. If you’d act like it never happened at all. Finds himself wanting to kiss you so badly. He doesn't, of course, but he does wonder.

He thinks that you, if anyone, would probably understand him best.

That’s why he doesn’t lean forward.

---

“This is a beautiful world, ain’t it?” You asked, staring off into the distance with a wistful look on your face.

Gojo looked around, a brow raised. Sure, one could consider snow decorating the ground as a pretty sight but when paired with gray sludge and yellowish brown grass peeking through it seemed anything but. The sky was a dull grey, no sight of its usual brilliant blue - the clouds melding into one large indiscernible amalgamation. The trees are a barren brown with no bright leaves to colour their bare skin or an icy layer to protect them from the harsh gaze of others.

The streets don’t dazzle with the brightness of the streetlights above.

A shattered glass bottle sits alone in the corner of a parking lot, littering the environment.

Even the world itself seems dull. Void of colour. Lacking any semblance of personality that would separate it from something else. Does not at all match the brilliance of the painting that lined the walls back at his house. It’s almost as numb as it is boring.

Gojo turns back to look at you, your eyes glowing gold as you fondly gaze upon the world around you.

“You alright, (Y/n)?” Gojo asks, giving you an incredulous look, “get a couple screws knocked loose during that last fight?”

You ignore him, in that halfway way, as you usually do. Walking with your arms held out to either side as you balance on the curb between the sidewalk and the road humming a vaguely familiar turn that Gojo just can’t seem to name but remembers like the back of his hand. It’s no song he’s ever listened to himself but it’s one that always seems to take up a large portion of his mind when he thinks of you. It's the only song he associates solely with you.

“Hello?” Gojo takes longer strides and leans over so his head is side by side with yours, “are you listening to me, (Y/n)?”

Apart from a simple nod of the head you don’t acknowledge his presence any further.

Just enough of a reaction to keeping Gojo from bursting out in a puff of frustration.

“Guess you really did lose some of your sanity in that last fight.” Claims Gojo, loud and boisterous as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and picks up his pace so that you’re now behind him as he continues to stride forward.

You hum in acknowledgment, “I might’ve,” your voice playful and amused.

“No. You definitely have lost a couple screws.”

“Mhm.”

“Imagine what Suguru would say,” Gojo says, “he’d be even more horrified of you now then before.”

Among everyone, Gojo would say that you were the most fair when it came to showing (or rather not showing) affection towards your fellow classmates and peers. Fair, like a teacher with a class of new students. That, despite your playful attitude and happy go lucky moods, you always kept a fair distance between yourself and everyone. Except maybe for Geto Suguru who you favoured ever so slightly more than everyone else. Nothing blatantly obvious. It was, in fact, so small of a thing that the others would have called Gojo crazy if he were to bring it up. But Gojo, being ever the observant person he most definitely is, noticed. He noticed every single time.

You, ever the fair (and cruel) individual that you are, manage to keep a calm expression, “he might~” Not giving away anything in the slightest. Gojo can’t decide if that irks him more than what he thought would’ve been the slightest hint of a reaction.

The smirk playing on Gojo’s lips slowly starts to disappear at your lack of a reaction. Even the simple nods of acknowledgement are not enough to satiate him for long. Gojo wants - no want is too small a word. He craves - no, not even that word doesn't seem to fully encapsulate his present state of mind. Gojo Satoru needs attention. More specifically, he needs to constantly be the center of your attention. Refuses to be but a side thought as you walk along a curb with your arms held out like you might lose your balance at any second.

Believes he might even die if left to his own devices for even a second longer.

“(Y/n).” Gojo suddenly says, his voice louder than normal as it echoes through the empty streets.

“That’s my name.”

“Say my name.”

Your lip twitches up into a smirk ever so subtly and ever so quickly that anyone apart from Gojo would’ve missed it.

His heart flutters dramatically.

“Gojo.”

Gojo pouts, “you haven’t called me that since the Kyoto Goodwill Event.”

“Very astute of you to notice.” You tease, careful to keep your voice steady or else risk the wrath of a tantrum throwing Gojo Satoru.

You’re kind of like most people in that sense. Always so careful about what you say and how you say it while you’re around him. So astute and attuned to his moods. Not because you want to but because you have to. It’s simply a privilege given to someone like him being born strong. He doesn't like it.

Hates it, in fact.

Makes him feel so distant from everyone else.

Lonely - despite not being alone.

But it’s different when you do it. Different from how Shoko and Suguru do it too. They tease him ever so gently with soft prods and pokes at his outer shell. You, on the other hand, outright push. Sometimes doing the exact thing that would annoy him just because.

You’re cruel.

And mean.

And kind of a brat.

But maybe - just ever so slightly - he kind of likes it.

Maybe he sounds a little hypocritical and contradictory.

He feels almost normal when you poke and prod (shove) him metaphorically. Maybe it’s because you treat him like how you treat everyone else? Or perhaps it has something to do with that smile you give him that sends his stomach tumbling in a turn like it does when he gets a punch to the stomach (which doesn't happen often)? Or, just maybe, it’s because of the way your eyes seem to peer into his own. How your eyes seem to peer into everyone’s souls - as if you know something they don’t.

“(Y/n).” Gojo says, his voice flat.

“Satoru.”

And his heart skips a beat - as it always does when you say his name like that.

Gojo frowns ever so slightly, but you can’t see it, “you get lonely, don’t you?”

“I imagine we all get lonely from time to time, Satoru.”

Gojo turns around, surprised to see that you’re right behind him, your eyes peering curiously into his own as if you knew that was what he was going to do next. He has half a mind to flick your forehead gently - the other half of his mind wondering what it might be like to kiss your lips. He, of course, holds steadfast and calms his erratically beating heart, “I didn’t ask about everyone, did I?”

“So you didn’t.”

“So?”

“So…” you say it the same way he does when he’s teasing someone.

Gojo huffs, “I guess someone like you just wouldn’t understand.”

You hesitate ever so slightly.

And Gojo, being ever the conversationalist expert that he is, would of course interpret that silence as a denial of his previous claim. He wonders if everyone else would have noticed such a shift in your mood and tone. Something so subtle and acute to exactly who you are as a person. So unlike everyone else.

Everyone else, Gojo thinks, likely would have overlooked that slight moment of hesitation. Well, maybe Suguru would’ve noticed it but that’s because Suguru has always been a people person. Able to convince someone a squirrel was a mouse if he put his mind to it.

You smile ever so distantly, “it’s lonely being placed upon a pedestal that you never asked for.”

“What do you mean by that?” Gojo asks, raising his sunglasses ever so slightly in an attempt to get a better look at you. His six eyes, unfortunately, reveal only the secret to your abilities. Nothing to do with your soul or mind.

“You know what I mean.”

And he hates that he does.

…

…

…

The two of you stand in silence for a while. Just kinda staring at one another. Neither one of you is really sure of what to say next. Stuck in a stalemate of sorts. Kind of like what happens whenever the two of you spar. Simultaneously wanting both to keep the other safe while also seeing how far they can be pushed. Sometimes it almost feels like a sick obsession of some sort. A horrible need to see you bleed. He of course holds back. Feels disgusted at himself for the thought. But it’s there nonetheless.

Satrou thinks that maybe, in another life, he would’ve liked to have been born normal.

No, that’s a total lie.

He loves absolutely everything about being a sorcerer. Loves the fact that he was born the strongest in this day and age. Stands above everyone else. Receives special privileges simply because he was born the way he is. Finds almost a sick perverse pleasure showing off his strength to everyone else. He is, in every sense of the word, absolutely brilliant. That in this world there will forever be him - a line - and then everyone else. But, and he hates to admit it, only in this world.

Or maybe he doesn't hate that idea so much.

He doesn't want to be normal.

Loathes the idea that there might be a world where that’s all he is.

But… the idea did have to come from somewhere.

It’s strange. Kind of like wanting to keep everything he is while also wanting to be everything he isn’t. Never wanting to give up one thing for another. Forever torn between what he is and could be.

“Sorry, Satoru.” You say suddenly and your eyes don’t glow.

They seem almost normal as they look into his own. You seem almost human. Well, of course you seem human - you are a human after all - but in this moment Gojo could have almost called you normal despite your apology being anything but. You remind him almost of-

Oh.

So, this is everything he could have been.

Everything he is not.

Everything.

Gojo’s eyes soften, “what for?”

“For one thing,” you shrug, “or another.”

“Come on, (Y/n)!” Gojo exclaims, “why’re you apologising in such a stupid and mysterious way?”

You smile again in that way that makes Gojo’s heart flutter, “sorry.”

Gojo feels a flush rise up evident through the red tip of his ears. In a quick attempt to distract you he leans over and flicks your forehead ever so slightly. It’s a gentle kind of flick but sends lighting through his fingers as his skin comes in contact with your own.

“Yeah,” Gojo says suddenly, “this is a beautiful world.”

Fall in love with someone that’s everything you’re not.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #100 ways to fall in love

[dairy-farmer]

Another Tim as batman’s secretary please? I hope your summer’s going great!

~C

thank you!!! sorry for the late reply 😅most asks that are sent take some time for me to reach them because of the volume of asks i have and i want to make sure i answer all of them!! i was a little buy in the summer but it went well❤️❤️❤️!!! i hope everyone else had a good summer as well!!!!!

tim being bruce's secretary is such a beloved genre of mine!!! often in au's where tim is a civilian finding a way to associate him with the bats is very difficult because aside from the whole 'knowing about robin' there's little opportunity for him to cross paths with them. and tim is fully the type to keep the batman secret and take it to his grave. but him being bruce's secretary??? such a perfect set up!!!

because WE is the most fair employer and the highest paying for entry level work in the entire city??? and if all things in tim's life go as they would have without having bruce or the others involved its likely he would've been orphaned pretty young and without his training from bruce wouldn't have likely been successful with some 'fake uncle' thing. and so tim ages out of the foster system and manages to snag a job at WE, he ends up being bruce's secretary after being picked out of a whole pool of candidates and its just!!!!! he's working for batman!!!! and its hard to shed that thought while bringing bruce his meeting notes and discovering how he takes his coffee!!!! tim as bruce's secretary is just so good!

especially if tim takes great pride in his work. he's working for batman afterall! and part of tim never really quite shed that wonder no matter how disillusioned he grew with the world and everything in it. tim will admit that maybe time in foster care had made him...bitter. it'd made him possessive, and maybe it had infected him with some thin layer of cruelty to protect himself. so tim has a hard time making friends with other workers. he's a no nonsense type of individual. he likes everything be a certain way and making sure everything is efficient so that bruce is never inconvenienced because it's the least tim can do. doing his part to help batman protect the city by making sure his coffee is always hot and his papers are perfectly filed and that he's always at his side ready to take his coat.

tim's attentive to bruce in a way previous secretaries weren't. and that's not to say other secretaries hadn't been paying close attention to bruce. but that was more from a desire to live out some 'boss-secretary' fantasy with one of the wealthiest men in gotham. its why bruce went through secretaries like toilet paper. but with tim...there's a sincerity in his actions, a real concern that flashes in his eyes when bruce's dark circles are a little more visible than usual. and bruce...god bruce might just be having a hard time of it all because his children have basically all flown the nest with the exception of damian who was really only around to go to school and left most weekends with the titans. so...god. so bruce gets lonely. and with tim there's no need for a front or to pretend and sometimes its nice to have company during lunch or to have someone to talk about during long nights in the office.

tim is young and sweet and around bruce's sons ages and maybe he likens himself to something of a father figure to tim because he heard the young boy had lost his quite young. so bruce tells himself its okay to get close to tim. that they have a parent child like relationship so the two of them developing inside jokes and sharing personal numbers and hanging around together outside of work hours. its just nice...having someone young and lively in his life again. someone who will spend time with him because those zoo passes he bought for himself and damian go unused and its such a shame to waste them and those season baseball tickets he often invites jason to but he never turns up because he has another paper due or because he's planning out his lectures or complaining about the administration. bruce loves his son, he does, but there's only so much he can listen to his son talk about 'bullshit tenure contracts' before it gets old. and with dick...if they could even stand to be around each other long enough to spend quality time together it would be a miracle.

so....so bruce asks tim if he'd like to joing him on those things. its not like he's doing anything wrong,...taking a young boy under his wing. but...bruce can't deny they grow closer. he gets to know tim better.

tim tells him things. private things. his dreams. his fears. how his life hadn't panned out the way he'd wanted it to but he had a nice job and a roof over his head so who was he to complain? and bruce...he...starts allowing himself to be...honest.

with tim it's easy. its like he could tell tim anything and he wouldn't judge him.

bruce finds himself going over to tim's apartment sometimes. after a long day out they'll go back to tim's comfy little home filled with thrifted furniture, trinkets, personal items and bruce is always so fascinated with tim's home. it's like he can tell a million things about him from his basket of unfolded laundry and his collection of throw pillow and pinned up paintings he'd made as a teenager.

bruce is at ease with tim, feels lighter, comfortable. he knows tim's home like the back of his hand. knows tim's food and drink of choice order. bruce and tim take refuge in his apartment when a freak blizzard hits gotham and they managed to make it out of WE before they were trapped inside. bruce borrows tim's phone and informs alfred about staying the night.

and...bruce makes himself at home. he knows where the remote is, he has a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, a change of clothes from when they were caught in a rainstorm, knows the fridge carries the root beer he once confessed to loving but stopped drinking because it was "unrefined".

bruce is comfortable. he feels at home with tim. relaxed. putting a hand over tim's shoulder and holding him close while watching a movie on tim's little tv feels...natural.

bruce isn't sure when it turns romantic. just that the progression is so natural and easy that he barely notices when he's started pressing kisses to tim's mouth, holding his hand, and simmering with interest. it doesn't hit him until he's in a drug store picking up some milk and slows to a stop in front of the condoms. he's picking up boxing and expertly identifying the best one when it hits him that he's weighing a choice between his favorite brand and the 'ribbed' ones while wondering if tim would enjoy them.

bruce isn't as shocked at the realization as he thought he'd be. still. a haze follows him home, plastic bag full of a carton of milk and a hastily chosen box of condom swinging at his side while wondering what tim will say when he finds that box.

bruce had a lapfull of tim the night before, the two lazily pressing kisses to exposed skin and paying half attention to a documentary.

bruce knows tim wouldn't bawk at the boldness. but...some little part of him can't help but feel nervous at a rejection he's certain won't come.

still. the butterflies remain and bruce continues his walk home.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

[trans-witch-bitch]

Feelin' Good

Author's note: This is a song-fic(?) based on Feeling Good by Michael Buble, Leo x Reader

Warnings: Gun mentions, murder mentions, I think that's it let me know if there are others I should add

Gn!Reader

Leo scanned the ballroom, filled with humans in fancy, feathered masks and beautiful outfits. He and his brothers, of course, were no exceptions. They were donned with cloaking broaches, giving the false appearance of human to mask their normal mutant selves. They were here on business, attempting to find the new distributor of anti-mutant weapons that had surfaced. The person they were looking for was rumored to be a ruthless crime lord, who had a longer kill count than any other. Because of this, Leo had insisted he and his brothers stay undercover and hidden, to ensure they didn’t get hurt. They just had to get information, and get out. Easy, right?

Leo walked by table after table, holding a martini in one hand, his other shoved into his pocket. He would linger by each table, getting a sample of the conversations before moving on. His brothers were in different areas of the ballroom, doing something similar to find their villain. Leo went to a new table, a small, sinking feeling in his stomach rising as he approached it. There was a person at this table that gave him a nauseating feeling of.. Familiarity. Like he knew this person, though he couldn’t see their face. The person was wearing a deep blue mask, darker than the one Leo himself wore, but similar still. As Leo approached, the stranger stopped talking for a moment to give a slight, flirtatious smile at him.

“I don’t suppose you’ve come to do business with me as well, handsome. Either that, or you’re just a nosey nancy.” The stranger teased flirtatiously before turning back to the other men at the table. “We will continue this later, gentleman. I grow tired of all this business talk. This is my party afterall, I want to enjoy this.” They said, turning back again to Leo. They held out a hand for Leo to shake.

“They call me Viper. Though, if you’re lucky, you can call me anything.” They winked, shaking Leo’s hand firmly. Leo stood there for a moment, trying to process what just happened as Donnie’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

“Leo, that’s our guy. Keep them talking, keep them engaged. We need to try and get some information.” Donnie said quickly. Leo looked down at the other, his signature smirk forming on his face as he did his best to remain casual.

“Viper’s a pretty badass name.. I’m… Jim.” He lied lamely, trying to think of the first name that came to mind… which of course was Jupiter Jim. He mentally slapped himself as the other hummed in response. Their voice was so… familiar to him. Everything about this person was familiar to him. He stared down at them, trying to get a better look at the face hidden under the mask. Suddenly, he was interrupted as you started pulling him towards the stage.

“Well, Jim,” They started, taking his other hand and smirking up at him confidently. “You wouldn’t be against dancing with me, would you? I would normally have danced with someone else, but.. I don’t think they’d like how… bad parties like this can get, if you catch my drift.” They winked, starting to slowly dance as a song he had sworn he’d heard before played in the background.

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don’t you?

Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean

Sleep in peace when the day is done, that’s what I mean

And this old world is a new world, and a bold world

For me

For me

Viper suddenly looked up at him with a hum on their lips “I don’t recognize you, Jim. Are you part of a local family, or are you here for business?” They asked, twirling with him a bit and moving towards the main stage where the band played.

Leo answered quickly, the lies coming a bit easier to him now. “I’m here on business. I heard about some.. Special weapons you might be able to sell me, and was hopin’ to get a couple orders of ‘em.”

Viper chuckled deeply, smirking up at the other “Tell you what. After this dance, I’ll give you a sample of ‘em.”

Stars when you shine, you know how I feel

The scent of the pine, you know how I feel

Oh, freedom is mine, and you know how I feel

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life

As the music reached its peak, Viper reached up and grabbed the microphone. They stared Leo directly in the eyes, that damned smirk still on their face as they sang,

“It’s a new dawn,

It’s a new day,

It’s a new life, for me

And I’m feelin’

Good”

As they let the last note drag out, Leo suddenly understood why he had such a sinking feeling, why he felt like he knew them, why he felt so out of place by their smile. This wasn’t just any person, it was you! Their friend they’d known for 2 years, the one who only knew them in these human forms, the one who always was out of town or away for work, the one they had let into their lives. The one Leo was in love with.

You finished the song and set the microphone down, pulling Leo away to a nearby table to talk now that your dance was done. “So, you want some weapons, huh, hotshot? I’ll give you one as a sample, and you can always come back to me for more.” You winked, pulling a pink pistol from behind your back. You slid it across the table, along with a card that said ‘The Viper’ on it with a phone number.

“Oh, and call me if you ever want to dance again. Here, or somewhere else.” You winked, before walking off down the hall. Leo stared at you as you left, Raph and Donnie both talking in his ear to try and get him to leave, but he stood there frozen as you walked away, with no clue it was him or that he knew it was you.

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Author's note: This was like 3 pages on my Google Doc, but it doesn't seem that long... I have an idea for a part 2 or even a more extended series based on this idea, let me know if you'd be interested! Thanks for reading!

#tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #x reader #tmnt x reader

[burnedwriter]

"Valentine"

warnings:none,the reader is gender neutral

A/n:this is my first time writing sth about wesker and if it goes well im thinking of writing for more re character in the future.hope you enjoy!

it has been months since the one and only has ''recruted'' you to work for him on his project,not that you had a choice to resist anyways.....with your intellengence you made to the role to become a lead scientist,earning wesker's trust as you were assign to make sure everything went as planned and also reporting any obsticles that might occure,getting some subtle compliments from him from time to time but you didnt get too cocky because in his eyes everyone is disposable even you or so it seemed.

These couple of weeks have been a little different from the rest,your boss has been acting very strange,calling you to his office atleast 5 times or even more,finding poor excuses to call you in.The other weird thing that has been happening is him coming to check on you while you were working,it was him basicly sitting in a chair at the corner of the room while he observed your actions carefully,and him opening a conversation to make the silence less akward between you,at the start asking you about hows the project is going even though you had already told him before hand,and then he progressivly started to ask you about your private life,if you were single or had a family which you quickly replied that you were single,earning an approving ''hm'' from him and making your heart skip a beat.

Today was one of those days,upon entering his dark lit office,he looked really sceptical?you couldnt quite put your finger on it,it was hard to read his expressions as he always had a strong pocker face and constantly wore sunglasses even in indoors.maybe all this pressure he put on himself finally caught up to him,hes not getting any younger afterall.

''Mr.wesker are you feeling ok?because it doesnt seem that way''you said with a concerned look on your face.

clearing his throat before he spoke,''thanks for your concern doctor,i am fine''he said with his usual arrogant tone but this time laying back at his chair and swiftly moving his gaze elsewhere.It was really out of character for him,he would always look at you,sometimes you even felt his piercing gaze behind those glasses.

''now tell me doctor,how is the plan going''leaning forward,placing his elbows on the desk while the tips of his fingers touched together creating a sophisticating pose as he listened to you carefully reporting like normal.

finishing your last sentence with''this is all we have done so far for today''waiting for wesker's feedback.

''You are dissmissed doctor,you can now leave and continue your work''he waved his hand for you to leave his office.

Getting up your back now facing wesker,your hand on the doorknob ready to open the door for you to leave,when all a sudden you were stopped dead on your tracks by his voice.

''one last thing i forgot to ask you doctor...''his voice soundig kinda hesitant almost like he regreted speaking up,you turned looking at the direction of the sound.

''....would you like to go on date with me''he said with a small smug expression on his face,making you form a little blush at his words as you quickly left his office,filling your mind with more questions about his feelings towards you,was that his plan from the start?did he thought of you as an equal to him?for now only time will tell those answers.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight wesker #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #dead by daylight x you #wesker x you #wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight #resident evil fluff

[alexblakeisgay]

If You're Gonna Love Me, Love Me Like an Outlaw

Ship: Ian Doyle/Emily Prentiss

Summary: Sometimes, Emily wonders whether all this was worth it, whether giving up her entire life to be by Ian's side made any sense at all. She doesn't wonder often, though.

Warnings: None Apply

Word Count: 1028

Author's Note: This was written for the @cmgiftexchange for the lovely @pagetprentissishot - I hope you like it, friend!

Emily stood on the balcony of their little hut overlooking the turquoise waters, arms wrapped tightly around herself, keeping the light shawl she wore wrapped around her shoulders from blowing in the slight breeze.

She didn't hear Ian approach behind her until he'd wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "What's on your mind, Love?" he asked in a whisper, then dropped a kiss below her ear.

"It doesn't feel like Christmas," she said with a slight shrug, jostling his chin.

"The lack of snow?" he guessed.

She shook her head, but didn't comment on the matter for long enough that he wasn't sure he was going to...but eventually, she simply repeated. "It doesn't feel like Christmas."

The moon hung full and low in the sky, casting a golden shimmer on the water below them. It was one of the things she liked best about their little hidey-hole: the brilliance of the night sky. When she'd moved around as a child, she'd liked to look up at the stars and find the familiar constellations and it helped her feel like at least one thing in life remained constant amidst the chaos.

She tilted her head back to stare up at the sky. Almost immediately, she felt Ian trailing his lips along her carotid, knowing he could smell the blood thrumming beneath her skin. "Don't get any bright ideas," she warned.

He chuckled darkly. "One of these days, you are going to let me turn you..." he said, that smugly confident way about him he always seemed to have whenever the topic came up, as it invariably did.

She didn't dignify his confidence with a reply. She never did.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" he said at length, uncharacteristically quiet.

"Do what?" she asked in that way she often had where he couldn't quite be certain whether she was being intentionally obtuse or whether she genuinely didn't know.

"Stay here. With me."

That had her attention... She turned sharply in his his arms to fix him with a look somewhere near disbelief.

He continued on undeterred, "You can leave. Tell everyone I kidnapped you, held you against your will. Make up any story you like. You don't have to sacrifice everything for my sake."

"It's not a sacrifice," she insisted vehemently, almost furiously. "I'm not here because I think I have to be."

"But..."

"No, Ian!" she hissed. "Your thrall might be good, but it's not that good," she added sardonically.

He barked out a laugh. "Sarcastic little shit," he muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

She rolled her eyes. She'd known it wouldn't be easy, wouldn't always be smooth sailing when she'd confessed everything to Ian. She'd known she would probably end up staring down the barrel of a gun, counting the remaining second of her life. What she hadn't expected, though...

He'd pulled from his safe three passports he'd had made for himself, her, and Declan. New names, new identities. They'd packed up all the irreplaceable possessions and travelled to the Maldives where they didn't extradite. No questions asked.

(Of course, she did eventually ask questions... Namely, why? Because he was Ian fucking Doyle, afterall...and Ian Doyle had a notorious reputation for rooting out and ruthlessly killing every single undercover operative sent in to bring his arms-dealing empire down, so why, then would decide not to kill her when she confessed to being exactly that?)

(His answer was simply that he believed her when she said she loved him. She'd scoffed, of course, because love can be faked... You're not that good an actress, Emily, he'd said, emphasis strong on her real name as it fell from his tongue for the first time.)

Those memories were floating forefront in her mind as she fixed him with her most deadly serious stare and said, "I gave up everything for you, Ian. Not because I was in any way forced, but because there is literally nothing in my life worth going back to."

"What about your family?" he protested, though it was an admittedly weak protest.

"You and Declan are my family," she murmured, softer now, but no less firm in her insistence. "The only family that means anything at all to me."

He grinned, a hint of fang peeking out. "You forgot someone..."

She raised a brow, confused.

He pressed a palm to her stomach, a pointed look on his face that clearly told her the jig was up. "You really thought you could keep a secret from me?"

"What gave it away?" Emily asked, a little pout on her lips at her little surprise being ruined. She'd thought she was being sneaky...between the lack of morning sickness and her still slender frame.

"I can hear the heartbeat," he said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Smug bastard," she muttered, also without any heat. "That was supposed to be your Christmas present."

He laughed heartily. He pulled her in for another kiss, this one more heated than the last, his hand drifting from her hip to cup her ass, coaxing a pleased hum from her lips. "I can think of something else you could give me..." he said when he pulled back, brows waggling suggestively.

Rolling her eyes, she said, "If you'll recall, I already gave you that gift last night..."

"I didn't realize it was a limited time offer," he said dryly, though they both knew he was only teasing.

With a sarcastic laugh, she said, "And people think you're not charming..."

"Who said that?"

Rather than reply to the smart remark – which was mostly rhetorical anyway – she shot him a wicked grin as she pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it aside before diving into the ocean, clearly expecting him to follow.

Ian, of course, would follow a gorgeous naked woman just about anywhere...especially when she wore an expression promising mischief.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #ian doyle #emily prentiss/ian doyle #fanfiction #mine

[fireofjudgement]

I’ve got a request if that’s ok can u do hc of what Chishiya be like in the jack of hearts game if he when in with his so

Thank you for the request! I hope you don't mind me making it angsty 👀

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Chishiya going to the Jack of hearts game with his S/O

Warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, mentions of death, character death, mentions of betrayal

"And you shouldn't trust anyone here. But you know that already." "Not even you, Chishiya?"

Despite your smile and playful tone he knew you were nervous. It was impossible to hide anything from him, he knew you too well.

Although he didn't see a reason for you to be stressed. It was obvious to him that, with the right strategy, you could get through this game together, unharmed. Just like you always did.

It didn't even really matter who the Jack was, or just how many people were going to die that night. You'd survive, and that's all that mattered.

And so, round after round, with the number of players rapidly declining, the two of you continued to try and figure out a solution, always relying on one another. Chishiya rarely showed any emotions, but he found comfort in the fact that he finally had someone trustworthy by his side. It was especially important during a hearts game.

At first you tried to stick together, but after a while, and multiple deaths, it became clear that, if you wanted to win, you'd have to team up with at least a few other remaining players. Even if the risk was high.

Against better judgment you decided to separate, hoping that way you could increase the number of players that would join you. You did most of the talking, while Chishiya stayed put, quietly observing.

From an outsider's perspective it might have seemed like he wasn't participating in the game at all, completely unbothered by his surroundings or maybe even unaware of them. Maybe he's given up entirely.

But you knew him, you knew he was working hard. Hell, he could have figured out the solution by now. You certainly wouldn't be surprised if he did, and you definitely wouldn't be worried if he didn't tell you immediately. Being together for a while now, you knew he always had a reason for everything.

"So what is it?" His silence confused you. You've never had to ask him before, in previous rounds he'd tell you your symbol immediately, and you did the same for him. This time he remained silent, staring at you with a blank expression. "Diamond." He finally responded, quickly turning around and disappearing in his cell.

Without thinking much, you accepted his answer and started walking toward the cell door. You had a feeling he knew more than he was willing to share, but you also knew that pressuring him would not help. And so you gave your answer, like you've done countless times already.

As the next round started, Chishiya made his way to the main floor, where you'd meet every hour to share your symbols and discuss your strategy for the rest of the game. Soon he was joined by the few players that were still alive. Your cell however remained closed.

It wasn't the way Chishiya wanted to find the Jack of hearts, he really thought you'd get through this together, like you always had. He gave you the right answer afterall. Unfortunately for you, it was impossible to hide anything from him. He knew you too well.

#yes i was inspired by that lady who was with yaba #and so what #i really liked that trope tbh #alice in borderland #aibspoilers #aib #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya headcanons #alice in borderland chishiya

[fragileizywriting]

C'est La Sea!!

Today I'm staring my MerMay series for my lukanette mermaid AU!

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I'm going to (try) to post every Tuesday and Thursday, but lord knows it might not actually happen. Life will get to me, I won't keep up with my own schedule, I'll have a cry about it... but we will persevere. An attempt will be made!!

I'm borrowing a few prompts from LBSC's own Mermay prompts for this month, and I'll tag them when I get to one of them. This is so exciting!!!

Today's prompt: Growing Up

“Why are they so mean to me?” He sniffled.

“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. “I thought they were my friends, but I don’t think friends are supposed to make my other friends upset. Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Luka?”

“I don’t understand why they pick on me.”

“Me neither.”

She watched him carefully as she sat down close to him. She didn’t want him to leave, and take off in the direction of the murky and darker water outside of the reef where she couldn’t follow, so she hoped that sitting down next to him, in reach of him to touch one of his fins was enough to get him to stay with her. Afterall, if she were crying and upset and someone sat down next to her to talk about it, she wouldn’t swim away— so why would he?

The reef was colorful and warm in this glowing and hazy afternoon, and she liked to kick her tail up against the soft sand and watch the grains plume up and get carried by the gentle current that drifted between the two of them. She busied herself with sitting next to him, petting and waving at the fish that curiously drifted by, reaffirming to a couple of clownfish that everything was fine when they alarmed at the scent and sight of blood coming off of him.

“Can I see where he bit you?” She reached for his arm to get his attention when he didn’t answer.

Luka turned his head just enough to really look at her. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t really understand, but he didn’t flinch away or even move his tail at all when she checked one of his fins for the bite mark. A steady red cloud from his blood was starting to pick up the more she moved the fin around, checking to see if the tear was anything serious, but he didn’t even look uncomfortable. Just… confused. “Why aren’t you scared of me like they are, Marinette?” 

“Why would I be scared of you?” She looked back up to pretty blue eyes. “You’re not scary.”

“They don’t think that.” Luka curled, took an armful of his tail between his arms and hid his face with curled shoulders. “They think I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster!”

“They don’t like it when my eyes change color.”

“I think your gold eyes are really cool,” she whispered, but Luka continued to hide his face. She pouted when he wouldn’t look up at her. “I think everything about you is cool. I don’t think you’re a monster.”

“Yes I am.”

“No way.”

“I can prove it.”

“No, you can’t, because it’s not true!”

“Do you have fangs like me?”

“No…” She bit her lip.

“Can you swim as fast as me?”

“Not as fast as you. You’re the fastest out of all of us.”

Luka shrank further and further into a ball. “Do you have claws like me?”

“Wait, but, neither do you!”

“Not yet, but I’m going to grow them when I get older.” He looked down at his hands. There was still that cut on his palm from the fight that had happened two hours ago, from when he’d been pushed into the wall of shells that line the school gate. “I’m going to get my claws, and I’m going to be able to see in the dark, and I’m going to hear better than anyone in the reef. I’m going to be the most terrifying thing in the world. No one will love me. No one loves a sea-dweller.”

“But that’s not true. Your mom is from the deep sea, too, and she’s not scary.”

“My mom is terrifying.”

“No way. She’s super friendly!”

“You’re just saying that because she’s nice to you.”

“She gives me a lot of human things,” Marinette agreed, “Like that— uhm— the thing that tells time?”

“A clock.” There was finally a smile on his face, even if it was small and almost ghost-like, but Marinette beamed at the sight of it. “It’s called a clock.”

“That’s so cool that you know the names of human things,” she whispered as she wiggled closer. It was hard for her to stay completely still on the rock without fidgeting, so she tried her hardest not to wrap her tail around his like she normally did with her friends. She liked braiding her tail and fins against other people, and liked close contact with others, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was for Luka to decide that personal space was something he valued more over getting comforted by a friend.

“I only know a lot of human things because I visit my dad a lot.”

“That’s what the band on your tail is for, right?” She gestured to the green band that enclosed around his tail with the tip of her fin. Maybe if she got a little bit closer, he wouldn’t mind if she let their fins brush against each other, right?

“Oh, yeah! It’s my ouroboros. It lets me look like a human, if I want to, so I can blend in up there. Humans don’t have tails, so, I have to learn how to walk.”

“That’s so cool, Luka!” She squealed, clapping her hands together. He jumped a little when her tail brushed against his, but didn’t shy away. Dark green-blue and smooth scales brushed up against her pale pink fins, and she found that she really liked the color combination. She liked the thought of their tail braiding. She liked the thought of it being a more common thing. “You must have so much fun all the time up there with your dad!”

“Oh, yeah. Dad really likes it when we visit,” he nodded softly. “He loves us a lot, and complains to Mom all the time that he misses her whenever she’s gone, like he has bond fever himself even though he’s just a human. He’s really nice to Jules, too, and he’s learning sign language just so that she doesn’t feel lonely.” 

“Wow, he sounds really nice.” Wow, she would love to meet him! Anyone that could make Luka smile like that was someone really important to him— his smile was wide enough to show parts of the sharp edges of his fangs, happy and bright.

Why was it that people were afraid of Luka? Why were all the boys so mean to him? What about Luka’s differentness made their classmates so afraid? She couldn’t figure it out at all.

“Oh, yeah. He’s super cool. He says that I’m going to be a rockstar one day.”

A… rockstar? A rock from under the ocean and a star in the sky? Maybe it was a human term for merfolk that lived in both worlds, but even still, the name didn’t really fit Luka at all. She looked at him for a while, eyes narrowing as Luka continued to blink at her, large blue eyes looking straight into hers. She looked at his hair, and how vibrant the ends of them seemed to glow just as blue as his tail. “I don’t know, Luka.”

He tilted his head. “Oh. You think I won’t be able to?”

“You’re more of a sky to me, not a rockstar.” She pursed her lips in thought. “Like a sunny blue sky.”

“What?”

“You’re not a rock.”

“Oh.” He grinned, his face turning red. “Oh. Uhm. It’s not a nick name— a rockstar is someone who plays music and is really good at it and has a bunch of people who want to listen always.”

“Oh!”

“When I get big, I’m thinking of becoming a rockstar.”

“You’re really good at singing!” She agreed easily, ruffling her fins a bit in excitement. “I love your singing voice, Luka, it’s always so sweet. You would be the coolest rockstar ever.”

“Mom says that I’m going to be huge when I grow up, too, maybe be even longer than your dad.”

She gasped. “Wow. That’s actually really long. I don’t think I know anyone as long as him.”

“Apparently you will, when we grow up. I might be the weirdest fish in the reef, with my singing and my length.”

“Weird? How could that be weird? Having an amazing singing voice— you already have that!” She grinned. “And the longness? I don’t think that’ll be bad. My dad is already very long and it doesn’t bother anyone in the reef at all, so why would they be bothered by your? I don’t think you’re going to be weird, I think you’re going to be one of the coolest ‘dweller ever!”

“I guess so. But what’s so cool about being considered a monster by my friends and getting into fights?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t even do anything to him. I didn’t do anything at all— no one wants to talk to me, because they get scared of my eyes changing color, and when they finally do, it’s just to pick on me!”

She frowned. “But—”

“No one wants to get paired up with me in school because they think my scales changing color is going to happen to them.”

“Hey! You’re forgetting about—”

“No one wants to even sit with me at lunch because I eat too much.”

“I sit with you!” Marinette crossed her arms, pouting at him. “How come you’re forgetting I do all those things?”

“I don’t want you to keep doing them. Why are you doing that?” Luka pouted back at her. “Why are you nice to me?”

“Because I like you.” 

“Oh.” Luka’s face turned red. “But—”

“And you like me.”

He scoffed, turning even redder. “Everyone likes you. You’re the most popular girl in school.”

She frowned again. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“What? It’s so obvious, though. You’re everyone’s favorite.”

Who cared? That wasn’t important to her in the slightest. “But, what about you? Am I your favorite?”

“Uhm—”

“Because you’re my favorite. I like you,” she repeated, tugging softly at his arm when he shut up like a clam. Funny— even though Luka continued to tell her that he was a monster, it never appeared to her that way whenever she interacted with him. Always so shy, always so unsure, always ginger and cautious whenever she approached— like she’s the monster, not him. “I like you very much, Luka.”

She gave in to her impulses.

She wrapped her tail against his— her pink and glossy side fins touching translucent and bright blue ones. Their scales were different, too— and she could tell the difference the best when she was sitting right next to him. He was smooth, almost like he had no scales at all, and the texture felt weird on her skin. He almost felt as smooth as a dolphin, but he definitely had scales. He had told her that it made him more ‘efficient’ in swimming, but the both of them didn’t actually know what that meant. It was probably a word they would learn with their next teacher.

He didn’t stiffen when she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tight enough to squeeze— in fact, he hugged back, hiding his face in her hair. “But why? Why do you do all of this? Why do you sit with me? Why do you hug me? Why are you never afraid of me?”

“Because I always want to be your partner,” she whispered softly. “I really enjoy being your friend. You’re my favorite friend.”

“Oh. M-me too. I mean, I don’t have many friends, but— you’re still my favorite.”

She grinned at him. “And I also do all of these things because I really really like you!”

“I—”

“Like, really like you!” 

Now this got him to freeze up. It almost felt like she was touching a stone, but she glanced up at him, to his wide blue eyes and reddened face and twitching mouth— and tilted her head to the side as he struggled to find words. “Oh. I— I really like you, too.”

“I think you’re really cool, and really friendly. You’re always so nice to me, and I think you’re really sweet and it makes me want to…” She struggled to find the right word.  She gave in to just squeezing her own shoulders the moment she pulled away from him, squealing from how hard this emotion felt to her, like it was the only thing that mattered. “This. But forever!”

Was it possible for Luka to turn entirely red? He was definitely on his way to doing it. “Oh y-yeah?”

“It’s so exciting to be your friend, because you always have some really cool stories, not to mention all the cool things you give me. I care about you so much, Luka. Every time I see you I want to wrap my tail around you and go watch the jellyfish with you. My mom and my dad do that a lot together, and I’ve been there before, and I always feel like there’s something missing— it’s you! I want to know if it’s something you’d like!”

“Okay,” he whispered after a long moment of her smiling hard at him. “I— uhm— I believe you. I care— uhm— I care about you too. A lot.”

“You do?”

“So much,” he confessed. “So so much. I… uhm. I’ve never seen the jellyfish before, but it sounds really nice. Can we go together?”

“Absolutely! I’m so glad!” She squealed again, wrapping her tail tighter around him, almost tossing the both of them off the rock they were perched on from how fast she moved. Luka laughed with barely any breath left in him, nuzzling into her hair. “I can’t wait!”

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#speakizys #cest la sea #pro lukanette #pro lukamari #lukanette endgame

[queen-of-elves]

Under the moon - epilogue

Steven grant x fem!reader

Soulmate AU

Summary: epilogue to Under the moon

Word count: over 1,5K

Warnings: angst? Idk dudette

A/N: I was a bit shocked to see people interested in another part for Under the moon so I decided to write a sort of epilogue. :) hope you will like it. 

The original fanfiction took me around 8 months off and on (more off than on), I had a lot on my plate at that time so it makes me very happy you guys liked it :)) ! I did not proofread it!

Tags: @paradox-brody-chase @weirdo125, @spicydonut25 @nana90azevedo

You couldn’t sleep that night at least until the exhaustion took you out around 3am, maybe the moon itself decided to show you compassion. Afterall it was a horrible thing to happen to someone.

The morning after was even worse, you couldn’t look at the mark or the lack of it on your wrist. Your stomach was empty, because you waited on Steven to eat with him, but everything looked so unappetizing as if just a small bite might turn your stomach over. The whole morning was spent in bed just laying on your back uninterested in moving even a inch. Everything seemed meaningless. hopeless and without color. 

You had hoped to never leave the bed but the universe was at your back again when your phone started to ring. At first the strategy was to ignore it but the longer it rang the more irritated you were and in the end your bed cover went flying off with you stomping to the coffee table.

It was still covered with bowls of snacks from the previous night, none of it touched as if even the dust in the air was afraid of your retaliation. The ringing monstrosity sat right on the corner but your eyes froze over the whole installation. Maybe if you went back to bed it would all disappear, just turn into a hazy mist. 

Ringing still present, you snatched the phone from the table with the intention to answer it, the ringtone stopping the moment you touched it. Well that was great, now you were even more pissed off. Before you could check out who called you the little monster started to scream again.

Marcy. It was Marcy. Of course it was. Why was she calling you? Who knows maybe you- 

you wanted to introduce Steven to her. You two had a talk about a month after meeting Steven about you finally finding your soulmate and your best friend obviously wanted to meet him..

Fuck.

Was even that fake? It was the better option than wanting to introduce your best friend to a very vivid and long term hallucination of your loneliness. It will be fine, she will just ask if you want to go out tonight, have a few drinks and maybe dance a little bit. 

But in the back of your mind you were far more aware of you gripping your wrist so you wouldn't have to look at it.

You couldn’t not return her calls, she would go crazy and probably raid your flat like a SWAT squad in a next hour if she didn(t hear from you in a bit. So you braised yourself and clicked on the green phone icon to accept the call.

“Finally!” Marcy groaned in your ear and you could hear her nails battling with the nasty keyboard, both which you have told her to get rid of, the keyboard the moment you caught her typing on it with Cheeto dust on her fingers and cheek and the nails the moment she got them because watching her trying to apply fake lashes with them was a horror show.

“So how is the soulmate of yours, eh?” The cheeky grin was apparent in her tone. You needed a moment to breathe, so it was true, you told her about him, you told Marcy about your nonexisting soulmate. In the end you could just change your identity and move again. Who was to stop you, right? But no, you were no coward, you were an adult that could easily explain telling your second favorite person, even tho your first favorite person was probably not real, that you didn’t lie about your soulmate but you might have hallucinated him.

Fuck, I am crazy. 

“Hello? You still there?” 

“Oh, yeah, yeah I hear you, he is-,”shifting on your feet, you wanted to bang your head against your gray wall,“ he is great, yeah, GREAT!”

“You okay, girl?” The typing on her side stopped for a second but resumed just like her voice.

“Yeah, living the life.” Oh god, you even sounded crazy and Marcy was getting even more suspicious of you.

“Okay…So? When am I meeting your beloved?” 

Fuck. You dreaded this part of the conversation. 

“Listen, I don’t think it’s such a good idea, I-”

“Oh, come ON! I am sure I will love him, no need to be nervous.Let’s go to that one lovely cat cafe in the center. Oh, he is not allergic to cats, right? I mean, he can’t be your soulmate if he is allergic to them so that's probably no problem, eh?” 

Yeah, there was no way out of this, at least no easy way.

***********

The cafe was truly lovely but the situation was the prime opposite of it. You were aware that you needed to finish it before it started, so before you sat down you already had your mouth open and started talking.

“Listen, I wanted to tell you, okay-.”

“Damn it, your mark is cuter than mine, that's not fair.” Of course she didn’t let you finish your point.

“That’s some pinterest shit right here, girl.” Marcy's hand was indeed grazing something on your wrist but it was impossible, the mark had disappeared, there was no way it was there the whole time. 

I mean this morning there was-, I didn’t check. I didn’t check if the mark was there.

 “What did you want to tell m-” This time you didn’t let her finish, there was no time, you had to find Steven, if the mark was there, Steven must exist too. “Sorry, I have to go!” 

You didn’t mind one bit the confused teenager in the cafe uniform that came to your table to take your order, not even the guy you pushed back through the door because there was no time to waste. 

“The hell?” And now Marcy was left alone, again, in the cafe with a big question mark above her head. She knew that something was up but god, sometimes you really crossed the territory of her going crazy from your shenanigans.

************

Please pick up. Just answer the goddamn phone, Steven.

But the phone just kept ringing and it was already a few streets and tries since the first call and still no answer. Were you still panicking? Yes. Was your chest burning? Obviously. Maybe you should have taken Marcy’s offer of going jogging every morning. That woman was a beast when it came to exercising, so if you did MAYBE your legs wouldn’t be on fire with your feet starting to go into agonizing ache. 

That’s what I get for doing zero cardio.

You were already a street away from his flat, now was no time to stop. With the rest of adrenaline still pumping in your veins you jogged up the stairs nearing his floor and the all familiar door. 

And there you finally were, in front of them but the push, the adrenaline already ran out so instead of pushing through and banging on his door, you stood a few doors down the hall staring at them. Your head was pounding from the little marathon you have just participated in but it all slowly turned into a ringing in your ears.

It was far and familiar, the ringing of small chimes, your phone’s ringtone.

With your gaze still at the door you answered but you couldn’t say anything as if you had swallowed a big rock and could get rid of it no matter what, so you waited.

“Hi. Sorry, I couldn’t find the phone, it was in a cupboard, who knows what I thought while putting it in there. Did you need something? I have like a thousand missed calls from you.” 

This was his voice, you were sure of it. There was numbness threatening to burst through your heart, no, it already has. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything, too afraid for it to be fake, to dispel this illusion. 

“Listen, I am sort of running late-” Your stare shifted, to the bottom of the door where the light parted and finally the door opened with a disheveled Steven holsting his bag up his shoulder while trying to close the door and lock before he went his way.

“- I will call you later, yeah?” And that was the moment he turned, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Are you okay?” You could feel the sweat, now cold and prominent, sliding down your neck. The exhausting seeping from your body and obvious to anyone who could see you. You really had to run as if you were in a marathon.

“Yeah, I am more than okay.” You smiled at him, not caring anymore if he is real or not. He was your soulmate that made you the happiest person in the vast universe and that was all that mattered.

#steven grant x reader #soulmate au #moon knight x reader #mcu fanfiction #steven grant x you #steven grant fanfiction #isa writes

[bridgyrose]

I thought up an AU involving these pics from Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/11w06j8/team_rwby_with_a_twist_art_by_coconuthound

Team Rwby but their weapons swapped each others.

(Enjoy the drabble as a start to something that... I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with it yet. I just wanted to do something that wasnt in Beacon for an au like this.)

“Weiss!” Ruby called out as she stabbed into a grimm with her sword. “Now would be a good time for a wall!” 

Weiss nodded as one of the dust crystals on the knuckle of her gauntlet started to glow and she slammed the claws of her glove into the ground. A smile crossed her lips as ice started to jut out of the ground, separating the grimm that had started to surround them. “Yang! Your turn!” 

“With pleasure!” Yang sliced through the grimm with her rapier, quickly moving to keep from getting hit. “Blake! Time to finish this!” 

Blake pulled her scythe back and jumped at the larger of the grimm, using her semblance to create a double of herself for a bit more height. With a smile, she twisted her body to spin down to the grimm, slicing through with her blade like a saw. “How many are left?” 

“Not much more!” Ruby burst into a cloud of petals and rushed around the remaining grimm, wrapping the ribbon of her weapon around one of the grimm. She finally reformed and pulled on the ribbon to offset the grimm before launching into a strike of gunshots to finish them off. Once the smoke of the grimm cleared, she dropped to the ground and sighed. “Done…” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and let her gauntlets form back to the gloves and bangles that she kept them as. “Dont be so dramatic. You know this was child’s play for us.” 

“Maybe, but doesnt make it any less tiring.” Ruby sheathed her blade and pulled out her scroll to complete the bounty. “Besides, that’s the fourth time this month there’s been that many grimm near a village. Something doesnt feel right.” 

Blake folded up her scythe and put it on her back, her ears twitching as she listened for anything nearby. “And you already have a plan, dont you?” 

“Yes. Kinda…” Ruby sighed. “Well… more like… half a plan. We need to get more information, but I’m still not sure what we’re supposed to be looking for.” She started to pace around the forest clearing, her hand moved to her belt to instinctively mess with her emblem as spoke. “None of this makes any sense! Grimm arent dumb, but they dont mass up like this without something giving orders. But there’s nothing around these grimm. No tech pulling them together, no one trying to control them or give them orders…” 

Yang sat down on a fallen log and started to clean the blade of her rapier. “Maybe we should talk to Ozpin-” 

“No!” Ruby stopped in her tracks and took a breath to calm herself. “We need to leave him out of this.” 

“Why?” Weiss asked. “Ever since we graduated Beacon, he’s done nothing but provide us with everything we could ever need to get our missions done. He’s helped upgrade our weapons, made sure we have more than enough dust, funds us for everything we’ll need including food and lodging, provides us all of our transportation… If we keep ignoring his calls or refuse to come to him for answers, at what point will he finally have enough and cut us off?” 

“Dont forget, he did bend a lot of rules for us,” Blake added. “Afterall, you wouldnt have been a student as early as you were without him and we wouldnt have been a team.” 

Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose and grumbled a bit. “I know.” She pulled her hand away and started to run through her scroll again. “Alright, I’ll… I’ll see what he knows. But I’m not happy about it.” 

Weiss watched her partner walk off and slowly sat down. “Is Ruby doing okay?” 

Yang nodded and finally put her blade away. “Ever since she found out that mom went missing while on a mission for Ozpin, she’s been doing her best to avoid him. She cant keep avoiding him and this might be for the best.” 

Weiss nodded slowly and waited for Ruby to come back. “As long as we’re not pushing her too hard.”

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #drabbles #weapon swap au #weapon swap

[kaigarax]

Wilting Flowers

Finral Rouclase x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love through a moment shared.”

“What are you looking at?” Finral asked, taking a seat beside you.

You jumped slightly before turning to look at Finral. A slight smile fell across your features in a cute way as you answered, “a flower.”

A blackened flower, which had once been in full bloom, lay in front of you. It was one from the vase of flowers that the Black Bull’s had received after helping an elderly husband find his wife who had gotten lost in the woods. While most of the flowers had been well preserved this particular one, that you clung to, hadn’t seemed to have fared as well.

Finral sighed, “it’s a shame that this flower will not live for much longer.”

This time, when you tuned to look at Finral, there was a strange and unfamiliar expression. He feared he may have upset you with his haphazard words as your features bordered anger and sadness. But you were quick to wipe the unfamiliar expression from your face.

Your neutral expression was one that Finral had grown accustomed to, yet right now it left nothing but a strange swirling feeling in his stomach. You held the flower gently with one hand yet wrapped your fist tightly out of Finral’s sight with the other.

Finral had only realised you had clenched a fist at his words when you leaned forward.

You were always such an enigma, even among the Black Bulls. So open yet so closed off. Slowly, the Spatial Mage leaned in towards you as if trying to gauge what your next move might be.

Eventually you asked, “why is there shame in something so natural?”

The Spatial Mage took a deep breath. Had he assessed this situation incorrectly? Was there something that he had miscalculated? He must have upset you! And after just two sentences. He mentally scolded himself; he was really on a role today.

After a brief moment Finral finally replied, “the shame is not that the flower is wilting but because it is wilting before its companions, instead of alongside them.”

You took a long look at Finral before moving in closer to him. Before he had made sure to place a respectable amount of distance between you and himself. Afterall, Finral was a gentleman who respected a lady’s boundaries. He praised himself for knowing just the right things to say to women… or, at least he thought he was. Right now, in spite of everything Finral had known, he suddenly found himself stuck to the ground. It was as if he had suddenly been rendered speechless.

Your face was close enough to Finral’s own that he could see the faint ring of colour around the outside of your pupil. Every individual had a secondary eye colour around the rim of their iris if you looked close enough. Your secondary eye colour was gold.

Gold was quite a rare colour for someone to have.

Finral would have expected you to have purple or grey. Both of which suited your figure well when matched with your personality. People with purple were often depicted as gentle and peaceful people while grey was associated with neutrality and seen as unattached.

Eventually though, after a good bit of internal debating, Finral came to the conclusion that Gold was certainly your colour. While many people would not be able to pull off such a flashy colour Finral believed that it suited you perfectly. Golden, not like the precious metal found beneath the ground but like the rays of sunshine from the sky. A colour that represented warmth, kindness and good nature.

The expression you wore was, more often than not, a soft one. One that often portrayed that you loved this life that you had been awarded. Right now though, your expression was not one that Finral found himself able to understand.

Truthfully, Finral didn’t think there were many expressions of yours that he did understand but in the grand scheme of things, Finral didn’t think there was anyone that truly did understand you.

Finally you pulled away and answered, “I guess you might be correct.”

Finral let out a sigh of relief.

You were not someone that Finral would have wanted to upset. Finral never wanted to upset pretty girls but he especially hadn’t wanted to upset you. There weren’t many girls that could stand to be around Finral for long periods of time and even less that hung around him after learning what kind of person he could be.

You were, in every meaning of the word, a kind person. There weren’t many people that you didn’t like and even less that you hated. Finral would have hated it if he were the exception.

“Would you like me to retrieve you another one?” asked Finral.

You shook your head, “there is beauty in the harshness of reality. It is, afterall, the impermanence of beauty that makes it worth coveting.”

“I didn’t think you were such a pessimist, (Y/n).”

“Quite the contrary actually,” you laughed, “it is because I see beauty in this cruel reality that makes me naive. A true pessimist sees the cruel world and curses it for the horrible hand that they have been dealt. An optimist, like myself, sees the cruel world and smiles at the wonderful things that it holds.”

Finral smiled absentmindedly as he asked, “and which do you think I am?”

“You, Finral Rouclase, are neither a pessimist or optimist. You, my good sir, are a realist. You see the harsh world and accept it exactly the way it is.”

“And is that a good thing?”

“Of course. It is, afterall, the view on reality that is most coveted amongst all others.”

“Do you want to be a realist?”

“Definitely not.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because naivety is a precious commodity. A gift that everyone is born with and something that we can only lose.” you smiled, “why would I ever want to waste my life as a cynical cretian that no one wants to be around when I could be a naive fool that people find amusement from?”

Finral scratched the back of his neck, “honestly neither of those sounds very… appealing.”

You laughed, “I suppose not!”

Finral felt his heart flutter in his chest and heat rise to his cheeks.

“Are you feeling okay, Finral?” You asked, leaning in close and raising a hand to his forehead. Your actions, while comforting, only caused Finral’s flush to worsen.

“I suppose it’s just the heat.” answered Finral.

You eyed him skeptically, “if you say so.” You placed the wilting flower beside your form and picked a fresh piece of grass, fiddling with it. Your sudden movement intrigued the Spatial Mage as you had never been one to move around without cause.

But instead of risking another bout of embarrassment, Finral sat quietly and picked up the wilting flower himself.

It wasn’t the prettiest thing but it certainly did have its own… charm. In a strange sort of way.

Dark green melted into black and faded yellows. The petals of the flower seemed to fall off with the slightest bit of movement from Finral.

Finral concluded that the wilting flower was once a sunflower. From its large and dark center to its numerous yellow petals and thick stem. Sunflowers were always a favourite of Finral’s. They always reached beyond the expectations of others and reached out towards the warmth of the sun. In a sense, sunflowers had always been a little like himself.

He hoped that one day he would be able to rise above the expectations of others as he reached towards the warmth of his goal. Perhaps he may not aim for something as magnificent as the sun, but the moon was no shabby ending either.

The Spatial mage wondered what kind of person you might have been in your youth.

Sure, you were still fairly young but your eyes held years of age. Eyes that had seen things beyond their years.

Finral wondered if you were a child that cries easily or if you smiled and laughed at the simplest of things. Perhaps you were always a little stoic and aloof, learning the warmth of life and love from the people around you.

Your smiles had always seemed too well practiced and it made Finral’s heart ache for you.

Practiced smiles were always a sign of someone who had mastered the art of concealing their emotions. It was a shame that you had become someone that needed to be guarded, especially around such lively people.

Right now though, you smiled honestly and gently as you fiddled around with something in your hands.

Looking back to his own hands, Finral looked at the poor and wilting sunflower.

It truly was a shame.

Finral felt his heart ache for the poor flower. A creature whose life would end only after a few short moments of being alive. Perhaps though, to flowers, it had a nice and long life. Perhaps it preferred only to linger throughout the warmer weather because it was not made to bear the harshness of the winter seasons.

Still, it was a pity.

It was a pity that you shared oh so very much with it.

So much more than you would ever share with anyone else.

Your warm hand coming in contact with Finral’s own was enough to startle the Spatial mage. His own eyes, filled with so much sympathy, met your own warm ones.

You slipped a grass ring onto his finger and smiled.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” Finral asked, his face once again flushed a bright red.

“Is that what you want me to do?” You asked, smiling playfully.

Finral stuttered, “w-what?”

“Don’t worry,” you teased, “I’m just kidding. I used to make grass rings with my sister. I wanted to make one for you because you remind me of her.”

“Oh.” Finral swallowed a wave of embarrassment, “how do I remind you of your sister?”

“You’re both so sincere in your beliefs and opinions. Such enearest souls.”

“Enersty.” sighed Finral.

“Of course. It’s not a compliment I give out lightly, you know.”

“I’ve never really considered myself an… earnest person.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve never been someone brave enough to hold firm in what I believe. I run away from the simplest things and I never seem to be able to do anything right.”

You wrapped Finral’s hand firmly in your own, “sure, you might think you’re an incompetent coward but you should never believe your own criticism. You need to be gentler on yourself because who else will love you unconditionally? I’ve never liked the idea that people need to change who they are to fit someone else’s standards. It has always left a bitter taste in my mouth.”

“I suppose you’re saying that it would be better if people only changed their perceptions of themselves.”

“Exactly!” You smiled.

It was… a strange experience for Finral and left a strange swirling feeling in his stomach. There had been plenty of women who Finral found attractive (and you were certainly one of them) but none that had ever managed to make him feel this way.

There were many people, especially women, who wandered in and out of Finral’s life. It often felt as though he sat with a wall between them and himself. As if he had no say in who approached him and no argument when they would leave. As if he had been rendered unable to communicate beyond simple gestures through windows. But this moment shared with you felt different. He could feel your warmth and see your undistorted expressions.

You heard his words and smiled at his actions. You laughed and stayed if he asked. You were, without a doubt, there beside him. It felt as if there were no barrier between the two of you.

Finral swallowed deeply, trying to dissipate the last of his nerves, “so, (Y/n)?”

“Hum?”

“Do you have any other siblings?”

“Apart from my older sister I also had a younger brother.”

“And what was he like?”

“Loud, abrasive and caring. Truthfully, sometimes I think he cared too much about everything.” you smiled, “he was a lot like Asta, actually.”

Finral leaned back, falling flat on his back, “were you close with him?”

You smiled, “nope. Not even in the slightest.”

“I guess we have that in common.”

“Well, you and your brother do have rather… opposing personalities.”

“Is that why you and your brother didn’t get along?” Finral asked, “opposing personalities?”

“My brother was the kind of person who charged head first into things and was rarely one to look back. I, on the other hand, have always been the kind of person who sat behind and allowed things to happen around me. So yeah, opposing personalities.”

“Really?”

You pouted, “what do you mean, really?”

Finral laughed, “I meant, do you really think you’re a person who just sits back and lets life happen to them?”

“Aren’t most people?”

“Most people do, but you aren’t most people.”

You gave Finral a confused look.

“I mean, I guess you kind of let things happen to you. But you act like you never do anything at all. Like right now, you’ve mostly led this entire conversation. You didn’t just let me talk about whatever I wanted.”

“I was just keeping the conversation going.”

“Well, if that’s the way you want to look at things then so be it. Just don’t be too harsh on yourself.” teased Finral.

You flushed, “using my own words on me.”

Finral sat up, moving a smidget closer to you, “would you teach me how to make a grass ring?”

You nodded, closing the distance between the two of you.

#Black Clover #black clover x reader #finral roulacase x reader #100 ways to fall in love

[doevademe]

As a prompt I propose Nico being turned into a woman (the deed of some grudgy deity) temporarily but of course he doesn't know that detail and thinks he s stuck like this forever! How s he handling this? How is his fiancé handling this?! He s not as phased as he thought he would be, he still feels like himself, but he doesn't know how it will affect Percy, what if it changes the way he sees him...her and rejects her because he doesn't like what he sees or worse, what if Percy turns out to like it better this way afterall?! A softer smaller looking Nico. Either way, for a lack of words, is 😵‍💫🤯😵😢 I see angst and doubts and confusion! With a happy ending down the line! Will you answer this call for angst, writter? 😏 I hope you will have fun with that.

Nico grabbed his arm awkwardly as he stared at the mirror.

Undressing to check the extent of Hermaphroditus's curse had been the worst idea he ever had.

He had heard of phantom pains from many people who had lost extremities and stuff, how the limb still felt there, even if they knew it actually wasn't.

He experimentally patted the front of his crotch, but there was nothing there.

He had the outward appeareance of a woman now, all because of saying the wrong thing to the wrong god.

What would happen to him now? Should he even be using 'him' anymore? How would he tell his friends?

Gods, how would he tell Percy?

Just a couple of weeks ago, he had agreed to marry the man, and now... he didn't know what would happen.

It wasn't like Percy didn't like women but, hadn't he fallen in love and asked to marry the male named Nico? What if this curse changed things between them?

He heard the door opened and his eyes widened. He rushed to get dressed, even if his shirt was now uncomfotably tight in the chest area (he knew jack about breast size, but he was certain Hermaphroditus had made him bigger than necessary just for the extra discomfort).

"Nico?" Percy asked from the living room.

"In the toilet!" He shouted, wincing at his higher pitch. He coughed a bit and tried to deepen his voice. "Might take a while!"

"You okay?" Percy's voice sounded worried, closer. Nico was starting to sweat.

"Yeah, just... have a sore throat." He said back, doing his best to make his voice as low and raspy as possible. It still sounded too feminine, too unlike his voice.

"Oh, my mom has this homemade remedy she used to make me," Percy said. "I'll give her a call!"

He heard the steps as Percy no doubt moved to the kitchen to get things ready. Nico sighed at the small respite and looked back in the mirror.

He had to admit, the young woman staring back was not bad looking at all. His rush to get dressed had left his hair disheveled, and his black t-shirt was straining against his chest, making him look like he had dressed in a hurry after being caught doing something indecent.

"Maybe Percy won't mind," he said to himself. "He might even like this."

He could see the appeal. Girl Nico was even shorter than male Nico was, with petite, delicate features and soft, smooth skin. He imagined her holding Percy's arm, and they looked good, maybe even better than he did with the regular him.

The thought made his chest hurt. What if Percy, instead of being weirded out or disappointed, ended up liking his female self more? Did that mean that he had just settled for Nico? That, despite everything, he would have preferred to marry a girl instead of him?

Nico was biologically female now, there were things that would simply be easier for Percy. People wouldn't assume the were close siblings or just friends, they could hold hands or kiss anywhere in the world without consequences.

A female Nico could give Percy children eventually.

He dropped to the floor, holding his knees and sobbing.

He didn't want to be a woman, but what if Percy wanted that? What then? Nico didn't know if he could just, bite his lip and bear it. Be uncomfortable the rest of his life for Percy's sake.

It would feel like he hadn't grown at all since he was 13 and making himself miserable for the boy he liked.

"Nico?"

"I'm fine!" Nico cried, hating how broken he sounded.

Percy came in immediately, eyes widening at the sight.

"What...?" He observed Nico closely and frowned. He knelt down and put his arms around him. "Who did this to you?"

"It... it doesn't matter," he managed to say before sniffling. "I... I don't know how to reverse it, if it even can be reversed. I... I don't want to stay like this!"

Percy shushed him.

"We'll fix this, okay?" Percy said. "It wouldn't sit right with me either."

"...Do I look that bad?" Nico asked feebly.

"You look gorgeous, no matter what," Percy said simply. "But you look your best when you're you, Ni."

And Nico laughed, because he had been stupid if he ever believed Percy, the guy he loved, who had asked to marry him, would ever be anything but accepting of him.

"Thank you," he said honestly. "I really needed to hear that."

Percy's eyes widened.

"You definitely did!" He said, staring at his chest, and despite not really feeling female, Nico had to shove Percy and scream at him for that. "No, I mean, look!"

Nico looked down, the size of his chest was starting to decrease, and though slower, his hips wer also getting narrower.

"It's... temporal?" Nico asked, his voice getting lower with each word. He grinned like a maniac. "It's temporal!"

Percy laughed with him and helped him up. Nico felt exhilarated after those few hours of fear and despair.

"Don't get mad, but you made a pretty hot woman," Percy admitted as he winked. "But I think you're at your best when you are comfortable with yourself."

Nico smiled and kissed his fiance.

#tw dysphoria #it's minor but it's there #jacksangelo #not using the main tag because I'm insecure af about this one #my writing #writing prompt #ask #anonymous

[pnaplgarden]

Defeat; Rain poured down from the dark sky, pelting Ivy as the water made contact with her person. She stood there in front of her tent, fist clenched and head down. Even many hours after her defeat she could not believe it. She couldn't believe that she had lost everything again. If Eri could not stop the challenger, then it would be all over for Team Star. She had promised Giacomo and the rest of the team that no matter what happened she would be accepting of the outcome. Ivy dared not to tell Giacomo how mad she is knowing that might upset him. Afterall she had to follow the rule that he enforced for the Team. They all had agreed and they all seemed to take it well. As for Ivy, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching her and she looked up to see her boyfriend, former Team Star boss, Giacomo. She panicked knowing that her eyes would give her away that she had been crying for a while. And before Giacomo could say anything other than her name she ran over to hug him tightly, pressing her face into his chest. "Ives whats going on? I tried calling and you wouldn't answer. More importantly lets go inside you're soaking wet!" his voice was laced with concern. He knew about her defeat earlier today and from the text messages he received from her, thought she was fine. Of course he should have known better from the radio silence that followed soon after. It was strange to him though. At this point Ivy would usually try to get a kiss from him, but this whole time she hasn't even looked at him. He gently pulled her back, reaching his hand down to lift her head up by her chin so that she faced him. It was what he expected, her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Ivy pulled away, turning around so that she wouldn't have to look at him. "I'm so upset!! I don't want Team Star to disband. I've finally found a safe place where everyone accepts me...I don't want to lose everyone...especially you Momo..". The tears began to flow again, her whole body shook at how hard she wept. She was sure that Giacomo would be upset, but instead he had approached from behind to pull her into a tight hug. "I know..and I think the rest of the team feels the same way. But even when we do eventually disband..we will all still be together. We aren't going anywhere. Team Star may not exist, but our friends will always be here. As for me, I'm not going anywhere Ives. So lets get inside, you'll get sick." Giacomo watches as Ivy gives him a weak nod giving him the go ahead as he carefully leads her back inside of her tent. They both spent the rest of the night cuddled up on Ivy's cot after changing out of their wet clothes. Ivy in one of Giacomo's large t-shirts and pajama pants while Giacomo wore a spare grunt uniform. Art Credit: es_tra_ on skeb

#pokemon oc #pkmn oc #pokemonoc #pkmnoc #oc x canon #ocxcanon #giacomo x oc #ASDGFHGHJK #I'm not very good at writing sorry in advance