#my brother n I are watching gravity falls for the first time

[agoldenluckycat]

Lunatic Pudding🍮

✨Based on the Lunatic Pudding devilgram. The reader is she/her but can be read as gn (sorry I’m not too good at gn yet) This is purely self indulgent, like any good dessert involving fanfiction should be, so I hope you enjoy!✨

🍮Diavolo x y/n, Diavolo x reader, Diavolo x Mc, daddy kink, wings and horns erotically, possessiveness but MC likes it, classic Diavolo whose a sweet puppy until he gets to f*ck you and becomes a roaring beast, monster f*cking and we love it. Also I’m censoring f*ck becuz I’ve had some issues posting stuff like this in the past but censoring seems to clear it up.🍮

“I’d like to see you all lovey dovey” MC teases Diavolo, the lunatic pudding’s effects seeming to be no match for the future king.

“Is that meant to tempt me?” He chuckles happily “how very naughty of you.”

The way he says is innocent enough, a tease with the most platonic of intentions but MC is surprised when her heart sinks a bit hearing it.

“I am not unaffected” he says quietly as she sit next to him. “But it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of you like that. You deserve better”

The words touch her heart and before she can really think she says “I’d be the one taking advantage of you wouldn’t I? I mean you’re the one affected by it.”

He looks at her as if deep in thought. The eye contact almost painful but she can’t tear hers away from his golden stare.

His voice is quiet now as he says “The affects of the pudding is not the first time I have desired you. Nor will it be the last”

His honesty shocks and excites her.

“You have desired me too?” She asks.

A smirk plays at his lips and she isn’t sure until she realizes the gravity of what she’s confessed. A boldness fills her as she sees a blush tinge the prince’s face ever so slightly.

“Yes, I have too” he smiles and she doesn’t miss the way he licks his lips or how his eyes fall to her lips.

“Tell me” she blurts out, the heat of the moment giving her courage. “Tell me how you’ve desired me”

The silence after her command makes her want to run. She just made a demand of the Prince! The future king of devildom!

However before her thoughts can consume her, Diavolo looks up at her. She sees the lust in his eyes. It appears he’s allowing the affects of the pudding to give him courage.

“I have imagined you in so many ways” he whispers, looking at the ground “coming to the castle in the dead of night, sneaking into my room begging for me.”

She feels foolish but she can do nothing but listen, hanging on every word as if it were the key to her life.

“Taking you over my desk. Forcing those brothers to hear your screams of pleasure as I am the one to have you”

He calms, no doubt the affects bringing out the more possessive side of him. He then looks back to her, almost as if he’s ready for her to scream at him, tell him he’s awful but….she can feel that pleasant tingle begin to start.

“More” she whispers “tell me more”

As the worlds leave her lips, the tension thickens. It’s then he notices the desire in her eyes. The way her breaths seem to be coming in ragged and her lips are parted ever so slightly.

This seemed to be the confidence boost he needed.

“When I fed you the pudding in my office, it’s not the pudding I wished to place in your mouth and watch you lick.”

He didn’t need to say anymore. Before she could even process what was happening she had surged forward taking his head in her hands and pressing her lips to his.

A feral growl emitted from him and he wrapped one arm around her, pulling her up from where they sat and walking them to his bed.

He all but threw her onto the bed and began removing his clothes as he stood above her, watching her with hungry eyes.

She silently thanked Asmo for convincing her to wear a dress today. It was easily discarded along with her undergarments.

He was back on her, body hovering over hers as he kissed her once more.

“I want you, tonight, do you want me?” He asked, “tell me what you want little one”

She moaned at the nickname. “I want you to f*ck me, f*ck me daddy please”

Diavolo groaned sinfully loud at the nickname she gave him. The effects of the pudding all taking control over him, he strips his body bare and returns to lavish her body with his tongue.

However, it wasn’t until he slid easily into her wetness, listening to her gasp and feeling an animalistic growl rumble in his chest, that he asked her to say it again.

“Say it again, little one, please” he begged as he f*cked into her slowly so she could get used to his size.

She’d become a moaning mess in his bed, all sense of shame or modesty stripped from her as though they were a simple piece of clothing she wore.

He’d made a request of her though and she wanted to do nothing more than oblige his every whim.

“F*ck me daddy….please…. I need you….please”

Encouraged by her pleases he roared like a true beasts and suddenly he was naked in his demon form. Wings spread behind him and horns grown.

She should have been horrified but all she could feel was aroused. The sight of him made her clench.

He could feel her do so and a cocky smile drew across his lips.

“You like my true form, princess?”

Nodding aggressively as he continued to slam into her she reached up and ran her fingers across the soft part of his wings. His body shivered and he groaned as she did.

Before she could pull her hand back he groaned “again, please”

And both her hands came up this time, one brushing his wings and the other sliding her fingers up his horns.

He roared once again “f*ck that feels good”

Feeling bolder than she should have she reached up, yanked his horns down to her face and licked up one of them.

The sensations had Diavolo’s grip tighten, surely leaving bruises, and pushed him over the edge. He came hard inside her wet heat.

The feeling of his cock pulsing inside her, the sight of him looking so aroused and the friction of his pelvis on her clit was enough to send her over the edge a few seconds later, blinding white light searing her vision as she came.

Diavolo lay sheathed inside her as they both tried to catch their breath, his arms resting on either side of her shoulders and his wings twitching.

After a few moments, Diavolo grabbed her face and kissed her.

“You are mine now, princess” he whispered to her lips “and I am yours.”

“Yes” she agreed almost breathlessly “I’m yours. You’re mine”

He smiled triumphantly. “Good girl”

#diavolo prince of hell #omswd diavolo #obey me! diavolo #diavolo x y/n #lord diavolo #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader #obey me! #obmswd #diavolo x Mc

[agaypanic]

I saw your requests are open?Headcannons or one-shot where reader is shy, smart (maybe like Malcolm) and a bit sassy. Reader and Francis fall in love slowly (slowburn), despite all the time, both always end up together.

Slowburn With Francis Wilkerson Headcanons

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A/N: S/n means sibling’s name

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It all started at the Krelboyne’s picnic

He was home from military school for the week, and you had nothing better to do

You sometimes hated that your younger sibling was also smart, because now you had to relive all of the Krelboyne events that you had gone through, through your sibling

You caught his eye first

“You here too?” Francis asked, sliding up next to you after you grabbed a picnic table for your family to sit at.

“Are you serious?” You asked, shielding your eyes from the sun as you looked up at him.

“Sorry.” He sighed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been around a girl. Especially one so pretty.”

“That must be tough.” You couldn’t let this guy see whether or not his words had an effect on you. You didn’t even know his name.

“I’m Francis, by the way.” Well, now you know his name. But that made no difference.

“Y/n. So, which one’s yours?”

“Malcolm.” He pointed to his brother, who looked like he wanted to set something on fire. You couldn’t blame him.

“Oh, yeah, the newbie. S/n told me about him, keeps talking about how cool he is and stuff.”

“Well, he learned from the best,” Francis smirked. You tried not to laugh. “So, wanna get out of here?”

“Excuse me?”

“Malcolm and I are hopping the fence. You can come too if you want. You look bored.”

“I’m a big girl, Francis. I’m sure I can find something to amuse me.” You saw your family start to come back from getting food. You took that as your cue to get your own. “Thanks anyway.” You didn’t see his smile as you walked away.

He ended up not ditching the picnic

Malcolm had made a bomb of some sort with Stevie’s chemistry set

After getting decontaminated and making sure you weren’t gonna die, you found him again

He apologized for coming on too strong and said that it really was true about him not talking to pretty girls in a long time

You two started to get to actually know each other

The night ended with you exchanging numbers and suggesting the possibility of hanging out the next time he was home from military school

The next time you saw him was when he came back to babysit his little brothers, and he invited you over

“If you want, I can make my brothers stay in their room, and we can watch a movie or something?”

“It’s fine, Francis. Really.” You smiled at the suggestion. “If your brothers are half as cool as you, I’ll have a good time.”

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited some other friends over.”

“Oh.” You were a bit surprised. And also scared, you’ve never met or heard much about Francis’ friends. “That’s okay. After all, you’re in charge.”

“Thanks, Y/n. I promise you’ll have a lot of fun.”

You ended up not having that much fun. Turns out, Francis’ friends were kind of crazy. They would’ve turned the Wilkerson house upside down if gravity wasn’t an issue. Instead, they completely trashed the place before being taken off in a cop car. Francis didn’t really seem to care, but his brothers were panicking.

“Francis, we need to clean this up.” Malcolm urged his older brother.

“Guys, relax. I’ll be the one getting in trouble. And what are Mom and Dad gonna do? Send me to military school? I’m already going back.”

Then his little brother Dewey dropped the bomb.

“But we want you to come home.” Turns out, Malcolm had overheard their parents talking about maybe letting Francis come back home from military school. Permanently. That seemed to change Francis’ tune.

“We gotta get this place cleaned up!” The boys immediately went to work, but Francis walked over to you. “I’d get it if you went home.” You shrugged.

“I mean… It would be kinda cool to hang out with you more often.” He grinned and dragged you off to help him with the front living room.

He ended up not coming back home permanently, much to everyone’s chagrin

But at least you could still call him

You had an hourly call every week to talk about whatever had happened since the last time you talked

Talking with Francis more often somehow made you get closer to his family, despite him being far away from them

To the point where Lois and Hal turned to you when it came to babysitting duty

“So, how is it at my house without me?” Francis asked you as you washed dishes, Reese next to you to dry them and Malcolm walking around to put them away.

“It’s actually better than I expected, no offense. Your brothers are surprisingly well-behaved.”

“Yeah? Well, they’re probably only doing that because a pretty girl’s in the house.” You were glad he couldn’t see you blush.

“Francis!” You giggled. “Okay, enough about me. What have you been up to?”

You talked on the phone for a while before you started to get sleepy. You yawned as he was going on about something that he and his friend did.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” He teased, and you straightened up from your slouch on the couch.

“No, God, no. I’m just getting tired.”

“Then go to sleep, Y/n.”

“I would, but I forgot that this was an overnight thing. Don’t really wanna sleep in what I’m wearing.”

“Oh? What are you wearing?” He asked teasingly.

“Shut up, Francis.” 

“Okay, okay. If you want, I have some clothes still at the house that you can sleep in.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go into the boys’ room. My stuff is in the top left drawer.” You did as told, sneaking into the bedroom so the boys wouldn’t wake up. You grabbed a random shirt and pajama pants before tiptoeing to the bathroom to get changed. You didn’t speak on the phone until you returned to the living room.

“Thanks for letting me wear your clothes, Francis.” You said as you set the clothes you changed out of on the coffee table. 

“It’s no problem.” You yawned again. “Okay, I’m gonna let you go now. You must be exhausted after having to handle my brothers.”

“Only a little bit.” You muttered, head already falling onto the arm of the couch. “Talk to you later, Francis.”

“Talk to you later, Y/n.”

It was about a year after that before you saw him again

And you wanted to kill him

You heard from S/n, who heard from Malcolm, that Francis got himself emancipated

That alone was kind of stupid

But then you found out that he was going to Alaska

You went to the Wilkerson house and waited for him to show up when he said he would, so he could say his goodbyes

You glared out the window as you saw the taxi pull up. Francis got out and was going to walk down the little walkway when he saw his dad come out of the house. He smiled at him, but he soon screamed and ran as Hal chased after him. After a few minutes of fighting and yelling, you saw the two walk up to the house. 

“They’re coming, Lois.” You called out as you backed away from the kitchen window, following Lois to the front door. She opened it, and even though you didn’t want to, you could only look at Francis.

“Lois, Francis would like to say something to you,” Hal said to his wife as he squeezed past the two of you into the house.

“Hey, Mom.” She didn’t respond.

“Oh, look. The Hendersons painted their house.” She didn’t even look at Frances. She slammed the door in his face and walked away. Hal followed after her. But you stayed at the front door.

“Y/n?” He called out from the other side. “Are you there?”

You yanked the door open.

“I can’t believe you, Francis.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry.”

“You’re moving 5,000 miles away, leaving your family and friends in the dust. And for what?”

“It’s not that-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care, Francis.” You slammed the door in his face.

He was later let into the house, so you took that as your cue to leave. You went home and lay in bed, completely upset. How could he do this? Not just to his family, but to you? You had been friends for three years and rarely spent time together because he was all the way in Alabama. Now, he had left but was now moving even farther away. With every day that passed, phone calls became less sufficient for you.

“Honey?” Your mom knocked on your door, peeking her head in. “You have a friend at the door.” You groaned, getting up and going to the front door.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. “Shouldn’t you be on your way to officially abandon the people who care about you?”

“Y/n.” Francis sighed. “Please, just listen.”

“I don’t wanna hear it, Francis.”

“Well, do it anyway.” He pleaded. “Look, this is only short term. I’m gonna be making good money up there. When I’ve made enough, I’ll come back down here. I will take you out on the best date of your life and make up for all the time I couldn’t spend with you. But you have to trust me.”

Your brain almost short-circuited. Date? You wouldn’t let the surprise and giddiness show, but the thought of going on ‘the best date of your life’ with Francis made your heart flutter. It almost made you forgive Francis for what he was about to do.

Almost.

“How much will be enough?” You asked. He thought about his answer but came up empty-handed.

“I don’t know. But please, just trust me on this. I will come back for you, Y/n.” 

“Promise?” You asked meekly.

“I promise.”

You brought him into a hug that almost squeezed the life out of him. But he didn’t complain. He wanted to keep the imprint you were leaving on him in his mind for as long as possible.

“You’re a jerk for basically telling me you like me before leaving for god knows how long.” He laughed.

“I know. But I need you to look forward to me coming back.”

“I always look forward to you coming back, Francis.”

You missed Francis with your whole being

Calls had become a bit more infrequent since he left

But that just made you look forward to them more

He seemed to be doing okay based on what he’d tell you, but you could tell there was something he wasn’t telling you

But you never said anything, wanting to keep your interactions joyful

Speaking of, your conversations had become more flirty because of his confession on your porch

Almost a year later, Lois had invited you over to the Wilkerson house to celebrate Hal’s birthday with the family

Even though you still babysat the boys every now and then, it felt a little out of the blue

But you loved Hal like a second father, so you gladly accepted

“Honey, can we eat dessert now?” Hal asked Lois, staring longingly at the treats on the table. “The ice cream’s gonna melt.”

“No, Hal. We have to wait. You know you like your ice cream soft.” Lois grinned. Her sons mirrored the grin in a way that made you feel like they were all up to something.

“No, I don’t,” Hal said, somewhat confused.

“Yes, you do, Dad.” Reese insisted. Lois gave him a weird look but immediately brushed it off when the doorbell rang. She jumped out of her seat and pulled Hal to the door. The boys stood up too, and Malcolm grabbed your sleeve to bring you with the family.

“Hal, sorry for the wait, but you’re gonna love this present. I just know it.” She twisted the doorknob. “Surprise!” She yanked the door open, and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Francis!” Hal cheered as he hugged his son tightly. The boys followed suit, each having their turn to hug him. They all exchanged pleasantries while you stood to the side, still trying to process what was happening.

“Hey, Y/n.” Francis was now standing in front of you. You noticed the family returned to the table to serve cake and ice cream.

“Francis.” You whispered. You reached out and touched the shoulder of his coat, finally believing that he was here in front of you. “Oh my gosh, Francis!” You threw yourself onto him, and he hugged you tight in return. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He pulled back to look at you. He brushed away a piece of hair from your face, staring at you.

“When do you go back to Alaska?” You didn’t want to ask. You wanted this moment to last as long as possible. But you needed to know, no matter how much you dreaded the answer. He smiled.

“Yeah, about that. Mom bought me a one-way ticket.”

You were confused. Why would Lois buy Francis a one-way ticket? How would he get back to Alaska?

“You’re staying?”

“I gotta take you out on the best date of your life, Y/n. I can’t do that if I leave.”

You knew this day was about Hal, but you felt on top of the world. You couldn’t help but kiss Francis, keeping him as close as possible to you. It probably would’ve gone farther if you two weren’t standing in his family’s living room. Despite the reluctance on both ends, you pulled apart.

“So, how much was enough?” You asked. Francis’ mind went back to the last conversation you had in person. He sighed.

“It was actually really hard to make money in Alaska; I won’t get into it.”

“Then what made you come back?”

“As much as I love my dad, I didn’t leave Alaska for just him.”

“Then what was enough?”

“Being without you, Y/n.”

#francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm in the middle #agaypanic

[yeslieutenant]

Soulmate AU #1

Saw a prompt, wrote a story that wasn't even what I was supposed to be working on. Tada.

A/N: I used the Soulmate prompt of 'The first words you hear your soulmate say are written on your arm.' Unedited. I wrote it, and now I'm posting it.

Warnings: Swearing.

Words: 1,282

Soulmates are bullshit. Ever since I was born, people thought I would be military, all cause of the stupid writing on my arm. I was dubbed ‘The Colonel’ for years, despite my protests. That’s what led me to this moment, and the frustration I was feeling as Clarice chuckled at my arm again.

“I just think it’s funny that people call you colonel, despite your brother being the Colonel here,” she says, her tone light, muffled only slightly by the obnoxious chewing of her gum.

“Dr. Stokes, you know she hates being called that.” my fucking hero. I tug my sleeve down further, gripping it tightly in my hand. I never wear anything but long sleeves anymore. I hate explaining it.

“So what does it even say? Just Colonel?” Clarice asks, pestering me again, and I choose to ignore it. I watch Eric open his mouth to answer, before he decides against it.

I feel the gravity drop for a split second, and hear the pilots talk about the descent starting. I reach down, tightening my grip on my seat and feeling my stomach lurch at the motions. Eric’s hand lands on my knee in a comforting gesture, and I give him a tight lipped smile. As soon as the wheels hit the solid roof, Eric and Clarice are up, and I struggle to keep up with them in the Iraqi heat. I definitely feel my heart screech for joy when my feet land on the solid stone, and I quickly pick up my pace, trotting behind Eric. A gasp leaves my lips at the sight of the man in front of us. He brings his arm up in a salute, and a shiver courses through me at the sight of his muscled arms. His dark brown eyes are trained on my brother, only flitting over me briefly, and I watch dimples poke holes on the sides of his mouth. I manage to catch myself before I stumble over my own feet, my fingers tightening around the med kit’s heavy handle.

“Colonel. Good trip?” No. Fucking. Way. My eyes go wide as the kit slips between my fingers, and I realize a moment too late, the kit landing on the ground with a audible thud. I quickly pick it back up, thankful the clasp stayed firm, keeping it’s contents contained. When I return to my full height, I notice all three eyes locked on me. A deep crimson blush flushes on my cheeks, and for the second time in 10 minutes, I allow a tight lipped smile to grace my features, all though this time is only for a second before my eyes fall to the stone beneath my feet. Eric knows. He knows what my arm says. He’s known since the moment I opened my eyes. He knows this guy is my soulmate.

“Not particularly.”

“Welcome to Camp Slayer. You’re early…”

“Apologize for arriving early, Lieutenant. Things are moving fast.” Lieutenant?

“I hear you, Colonel. We’re glad to have you onboard.” Dreamboat pauses, and I swoon at his accented voice, my heart beating almost too fast, “Techs are ready for your presentation. Soon as we get word from the C.O., we’re good to go.” I hear paper ruffling, and realize Eric is pulling out the letter from CENTCOM.

“You should read this.”

“Didn’t you hear? There’s a new king in the castle.” I roll my eyes at Clarice’s blatantly flirty tone, and I feel irritation bubble up in my throat. He’s mine. I swallow down the nasty words already swelling in my mouth, ready to rip her a new one. Calm down. He may be your soulmate but you don’t have some weird claim on him yet.

“Looks that way.” Swoon. “And you are?”

“This is my assistant, Clarice Stokes-”

“Doctor Clarice Stokes.”

“And my sister, Y/N King. She’s a trauma nurse specializing in injuries received from WMDs.” I lift my eyes, noticing his eyes are trained on me.

“Kolchek. First Lieutenant Kolchek.” I nod, and we stare at each other for longer than is probably normal before Eric cuts in.

“Well! The briefing room?”

*****

What if the first thing I say to him isn’t on his arm? What if it was a fluke? What if-

“I can practically see you getting into your head, Y/N. Calm down.” Eric says, his voice practically a whisper over the bustle of the base.

“How can I calm down? You know what’s on my arm, Eric,” I feel myself spiraling, anxiety spiking. Eric rests his hand on my shoulder.

“I do. But I also know that if you arre freaking out, this whole thing is going to be ten times harder-”

“Sir?” We both look at the Lieutenant quickly, and I know my face must be that of a deer in headlights. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Y/N’s just new to all this. She’s not military.”

“Well, ma’am, I assure you, you’re safe here.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” And there goes the first thing I said to him.

*****

“I’ll leave the techy stuff to you.” His voice isn’t any louder than the radios and conversation around us, but it feels like he’s standing right next to me, speaking directly into my ears, his voice like honey. I feel my hands shake as I sort through my med kit, reorganizing after the jostling it took up on the roof.

“And I’ll leave the heavy lifting to you.” and all at once, it feels like I have been dropped into an ice bath, my skin prickling at Clarice’s sultry tone. I know she doesn’t know but god I could just-

“Actually, I skipped the gym today, so I’d leave the heavy lifting to Corporal Merwin. Let me know if I can help with anything else, Dr. Stokes.” He shut her down? “Ms. King?” I drop the bottle of saline from my hands in surprise, a small squeak leaving my throat at the Lieutenant’s sudden proximity. He reaches out, grabbing the saline before it can roll off the table.  “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on ya.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just on edge.” My hands are shaking almost violently now, and I try to steady them by gripping the roll of gauze, as if it was some sort of stress ball. He’s so close, I can smell him, like aftershave and a fresh clean scent, probably just the standard soap they get. He’s radiating warmth, and it takes all of my strength not to lean in, pressing my nose to his neck and reveling in every feeling that surrounds him.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks, and his hand lands on my wrist, and I long to know if he can feel my pulse thumping under his fingertips. I look up at him and notice how close we are. “Alone?” I nod wordlessly, following him down another corridor and into a small room with nothing but a desk and a chair. The desk is covered with papers, all looking recently disturbed.

“You wanted to-” But I don’t finish. He turns to face me, his arm outstretched, dark eyes swirling with confusion and distress. ‘Thank you, Lieutenant’ is written there in dark ink.

“Can you show me your arm?” He asks, his voice so quiet, I almost don’t hear it. I extend my arm, tugging the sleeve up gently to reveal my own dark ink. ‘Colonel. Good trip?’

“You’re my soulmate, Lieutenant,” I say without thinking, the words almost not feeling real as I watch a smile light up his features, the dimples that I know will be the death of me appearing on his cheeks again.

“Call me, Jason, doll. Just Jason.”

*****

Tags: @kawaiiwitch224 @yellowroseskolchek @house-of-kolchek @lorebite @buttermykolchek @katsufairies @kassiekolchek22

#jason kolchek fanfiction #jason kolchek #house of ashes #house of ashes fanfic #jason kolchek x reader

[wooden-sails]

An Old Record and a Memory

A/N: hi its me wooden sails and i am making a shameless plug of my ao3 account (linked above). here's something i wrote like a week ish ago, i have a couple other snippets of different fandoms too, and a few longers ones being written right now. feel free to check it out, or don't. thanks!!

Summary: One year later, the twins have come back to Gravity Falls to spend the summer with their Grunkles. While everyone is getting ready for a movie night sleepover, Mabel and Dipper discover their Grunkles' old record collection.

Rating: Teen and Up

Content Warning: Panic Attacks

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairings: Implied FiddAuthor (it's not the focus though)

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Ford smiled, putting the kettle on the stove. It was nice to have the twins back up at the Shack for the summer, hell it was nice to be back at the Shack for the summer. As much fun adventuring with Stanley was, he was glad to have a bit of time to relax and focus on something a little different. Ford started to look through the cabinets. Mabel wanted hot chocolate, Dipper wanted tea (neither his parents nor Stan and him would let him have coffee, especially at this hour) and he was making coffee for himself and Stan. They had decided to have a sleepover in the living room, watching movies all night. Ford was on drink duty, Stan was waiting for pizza to arrive, and the kids were rearranging the living room to make room for a pillow fort. 

After a year had passed, he felt like he could finally start to relax again. The first week after they wiped Bill, Ford had spent the entire time trying to make Stan's memories come back. Theoretically, it could have brought Bill back, but it was a risk that Ford was willing to take. Once he had the chance to fully reflect, he realized how much Stan had sacrificed for him, for everyone. Even if Bill did manage to come back, they'd find another way, they'd be better prepared. 

Being with his brother on the Stan o' War II was difficult at first. After being by himself for so long, Ford found it difficult to be in such close quarters with someone again. It took time, but they eventually started to flow from the rhythm of being distant relatives to the twins that they once were. Obviously, they still argued, bickered, and disagreed on things, but it wasn't as vicious as it used to be. It was... nice. He was glad to have his brother back again. 

He was also glad that Dipper and Mabel's parent let them come visit again. Last year affected them all, even if it didn't seem obvious. The kids seemed to bounce back though. Stan never really liked to talk about it, he wasn't sure if it was because of Stan's memories, or if it was something else. After Ford's mind finally had the chance to realize that it was over, things almost seemed to feel worse. Everything felt foreign. He could finally sleep at a regular schedule, not having to stay alert with the idea of something being after him. He had consistent access to food, it had taken him longer than he'd like to admit to stop stockpiling things like granola bars. He could finally pursue his hobbies without the voice in the back of his head, chiding him for not trying to solve some greater, more important issue. His constant nightmares were finally starting to go away, too. 

It felt like he was finally at the end of the tunnel, basking in the light. 

Ford's thoughts were interrupted as the kettle whistled. He poured some into the two mugs for the kids, putting the tea bag in Dipper's cup, and mixing in the hot chocolate powder into Mabel's. While the tea steeped, he got sprinkles, marshmallows, and whip cream. By the time he finished getting their drinks ready, the coffee pot was done. 

Ford grabbed the kids drinks and brought them to the living room, only to stop as he heard a familiar tune. 

"Grunkle Ford, look what we found!" Mabel said, holding up one of Stan's old vinyl records. Dipper was scanning through a pile of Ford's own records. 

He hummed, "I forgot that we kept these in here. If you find any you like, you can take them with you if you want."

"Not without paying you're not!" Stan shouted from the other room. 

"I'll just take it when he's not looking!" Mabel whispered, winking. She giggled and set the record down. 

Ford smiled and shook his head, handing her the hot chocolate. He set the tea on the table for when Dipper was ready for it. 

"Hey Great Uncle Ford, what's this one? I'm assuming it's yours." Dipper was holding a plain white record sleeve. 

"Ah, I remember that one," Ford blushed a little at the memory, "It's songs that I picked and etched into the record, I was going to give it to... someone but things got in the way."

Mabel gasped, "Seriously!? How did I, the master of romance, not know about your love life? I even got Stan to tell me about high school flings." 

"You don't have to answer that," Dipper looked at his sister, "Anytime I even look in the direction of another girl, Mabel thinks I have a crush on them."

"Well, duh. Like ninety percent of the time you do."

Dipper crossed his arms defensively, "I do not."

Mabel turned back to Ford, ignoring her brother's protest, "Can we play it?"

"I don't mind," he put a hand to his chin, "To be quite honest, I don't remember the songs that I put on there anyways." 

As Dipper switched the records on the turntable, Stan walked in with the pizzas. 

"What's that?" Stan asked, putting the boxes down on the floor, next to some pillows. 

"Grunkle Ford's ROMANCE record!" Mabel shouted. 

Stan sat down in the sofa, "Oh, didn't you make that for Fiddlenerd?" he said, offhandedly, "I wonder what records I still have in there."

"Fiddlenerd?" Dipper said, confused.

Mabel squealed in glee, "You were gonna give it to Fiddleford!? That's ADORABLE!"

Ford gave his brother a look, mildly betrayed. Stan only looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Hate to tell ya this Sixer, but you two were pretty obvious."

"He was married." Ford crossed his arms. 

"Keyword: was." Stan turned away and continued looking through his old records. 

The record had started playing, and the kids continued looking through the rest of the collection. It was nice to have a good memory leftover from back then. The more time that had passed, the sparser they became. 

After the twins had grown bored of looking at the vinyl collection, they resumed building their fort. Ford helped them attach the roof blankets to the furniture, making sure it wouldn't fall down in the middle of the night. Stan was sent to scavenge for some more blankets and pillows to furnish the inside. After a bit of adjusting and moving, they finally made a fort that would be big enough to fit the four of them. Coincidentally, the record was about to finish the last song. 

He thought about the large section of empty space at the end of the record. He was originally going to record a message for Fiddleford, but life seemed to take him in another direction. 

Mabel noticed him staring at the vinyl, "You know, you could still give it to him."

Ford's smile faltered as the record crackled, another song starting to play. Oddly enough, it was his own voice. 

"So you don't forget." Something seemed off about the way he sounded. After a few moments of silence, the sound of an upbeat piano started to play from the record. He didn't recognize the tune at first. When did he record this?

Then the melody started to play, and "he" began to sing. 

"We'll meet again."

It felt like time started to stop.

"Don't know where."

The air was thickening around him.

"Don't know when."

All he could hear was his voice in his mind.

"But I know we'll meet again some sunny day!"

He was brought back to the Fear-amid. Being a statue. Being trapped.

"Keep smiling through,"

He thought of the Nightmare Realm, where perception was meaningless. 

"Just like you,"

The late nights before the portal was done, constantly exhausted and bruised.

"Always do!"

Waking up to his eyes bleeding, body aching, pushed past its limit.

"Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away!"

He could feel himself shaking. 

"I'm going... to go get the coffee," he managed to stammer out. It felt like he could barely walk, every step felt like trudging through sludge. The only thing he could hear was that voice ringing through his head. The chiding, the jokes, off hand comments, arguments. It rattled through his mind. 

He leaned on the counter, he felt like he was about to collapse. It had been so long, why now?

Why couldn't Bill just leave him alone?

Ford continued to stare blankly at the kitchen counter, trying to shove away the voice, the memories. They were overwhelming. They wouldn't stop.

Somewhere, unconsciously, he could feel a hand, gently running up and down his back. Someone else's voice flowed into his subconscious.

"Ford, it's okay. It's all over. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore." It soothed him, repeating the same phrases. 

Slowly, the fog faded, and Ford felt more present. 

"Ya with me?" It was Stan.

"...Yes." The kitchen was silent. Ford spoke quietly, "Thank you."

Stan pulled him into a side hug, "Gotta look out for my brother, y'know?"

Ford nodded, hugging back. 

They broke apart after a few seconds, and Ford started for the coffee pot.

"Hm. It's gone cold."

Stan shrugged, "Eh, who needs it?"

Ford grinned. 

"Are you still up for movie night?" Stan looked at him. 

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"Good." Stan poured the coffee into a container, sticking it into the fridge, "Oh, and I think the kids decided to handle the record themselves."

When the two walked back into the living room, Ford could see the pair scratching out the ridges at the end of the record. He smiled. Who was he to let Bill ruin the evening?

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #bill cipher #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ford is still affected by bill #stan is a good brother #implied fiddauthor #implied fordford

[boydykedevo]

Sorry if this is controversial at all but uhh

Dilf

#something about him being all gross but all strong at the same time is HMMMMMMMMMM real good #my brother n I are watching gravity falls for the first time #we never saw it as kids I thought it was too scary he thought it was too weird #gravity falls #stan pines #old og post tag #grunkle stan

[early20sfailingplenty]

A moment like this // Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader (’you’ used).

After today’s conversation with @imbleedin-out​, I got inspired to write out the daydream I had last night while I was falling asleep as an expansion on what we talked about!🥰💞 I’ve never written for Vincent before, this is my first time. I’d like to thank Lily profusely for inadvertently teaching me so much of what I know about all three Sinclair brothers, for being so kind and lovely, warm and welcoming, and I hope you like this!!!💖🙏

General note: This is pure self-indulgent fluff, sorry not sorry. I’ve tried to keep Vinny as in character as possible, but please be aware that I’ve only seen HOW once and everything else is based off of all the beautiful fics I’ve read over the last few weeks; so apologies for any acts out of character!🌸 There are also Bo and Lester mentions in here because 🥺 and I’m sorry if they’re out of character too oml ~ 😩 As far as I know, there’s no coded language!!! I’m always very vague about physical descriptions of Y/N, to be as inclusive as possible!💗

I don’t think there are any content warnings but if you see something I’ve missed, please let me know!💜 I’m happy to tag, make corrections, etc.🥰💞 There is some darkness right at the end! He is a Sinclair!💖

Summary: After a long, hard day, you’re lying on the twin bed down in Vincent’s workspace and like the call of a siren is he lured into joining you. Neither of you want to be anywhere other than here, in each other’s minds and hearts. What are the long days for, if not for nights like this?

Word count: 982.

(His mocking (curious?) head tilts please I beg😩 He’s so beautiful it hurts😩 Wanna climb into his lap and give him lots of kisses🥺💖).

You groaned in appreciation as you allowed yourself to flop down on the twin bed in Vincent’s workspace. There was no dignity in the way you let gravity take control of your body, but you were too tired to care about how you may have looked. Between running around Ambrose doing odd jobs which Bo had mentioned offhandedly, going into the next town over to carry out some essential errands with Lester (you needed a ride and he loved spending time with you so it was a win-win, though he was also your only insurance out of Ambrose, or Bo wouldn’t let you leave), your own responsibilities, the dinner you had cooked, the kitchen you had cleaned... you were exhausted.

You thought you heard a quiet muffled huff of amusement from the man sculpting at the table several feet away from you, and a small, soft smile spread across your face even as your eyes fluttered closed and your body melted into the mattress. Oh, how you loved him. Vincent hadn’t looked at you when you had come in, but you knew that he was aware of every breath, every movement, every sigh... his every nerve was wired to you, and it was only a testament of how well you knew him that you were aware of that one simple fact: Vincent was always aware of you. Most especially when you thought he wasn’t.

He always found you at your most beautiful when you didn’t know he was watching you.

You felt uncomfortable in the way you had landed, so you rolled onto your back, one hand resting on your stomach and the other arm outstretched into the vacant space beside you. The classical music which Vincent was listening to was on low (pre-emptively had he turned it down upon hearing you descend the stairs, so aware was he of his surroundings) and the various candles scattered around cast a low light across the room. Shadows danced across the walls and the orange glow was so soft that you felt yourself growing sleepier as the moments passed, marked only by your own breathing and the faint sounds of Vincent’s own. 

You were lulled into your threshold consciousness and there did you remain until a shadow fell over your body. You opened your eyes to see Vincent stood at the foot of his bed, his head tilted and his long dark hair hanging across his masked face as he gazed at you. You smiled at the sight of him, your heart squeezing so hard in your chest that it hurt in the best way, and wiggled the fingers dangling gracefully over the bed.

Join me?

Vincent looked at you for a few seconds longer and you could hear his question as surely as if he had spoken it verbally. You had more to say, but you were so tired that you could only find the energy to say, “c’mere”. Your eyes slipped closed as you felt Vincent move (for you were just as aware of him as he was of you) and then the mattress beside you dipped as he eased himself down beside you. Slowly, slowly, did he lower his head to rest upon your outstretched arm. He hesitated for reasons you weren’t fully aware of, though you suspected it was because you were his first romantic experience (and his last, if either of you got your way), though by no means was he innocent despite his clear uncertainty. The detailing on his sculptures of the female form could attest to that. You smiled once again. All you ever seemed to do was smile when you were around Vincent, as if his very existence was the string attached to each corner of your lips. 

You curled your hand up so that you could play with his hair. It was badly tangled, the tips crusty and dry with wax which had clumped up as he had worked, and though you weren’t stroking the roots of his dark hair, you knew that they were greasy. He was in desperate need of a shower, but that could be your mission for later on. For right now, you only wanted to bask in the love which you shared. Indeed, he loved you just as much, and the pleased hum you heard from behind the mask as you continued to stroke his hair told you just as much, as did the way his arm wound around your waist, like a boa constrictor could he be. Vincent tugged himself closer to you, wanting more of everything. Your touch, your scent, your voice... Vincent always wanted more of you, addicted to you was he. Even when he had you, he wanted more.

“‘Love you, Vinny,” Your voice was thick with sleep and both of you were aware that you wouldn’t be awake for much longer. The hour was late, your energy levels were about as depleted as you could handle, and even Vincent was feeling a bone deep weariness to match the time of night.

Vincent didn’t verbally answer you. He only nuzzled into your hold, your fingers sinking deeper into his hair, and you did your best to get even closer to him. You were constantly seeking contact with one another; touch-starved and love-starved. The way he pressed himself into you told you that he loved you too, and you allowed him to maneuver you any way he wanted to, stilling in your movements so that you didn’t accidentally yank at his hair, though you kept your fingers where they were. You ended up crushed into his side, his face burrowed in the warm crook of your neck, his legs tangled up in your own, and his arms wrapped around you securely. Vincent’s embrace was the safest cage you had ever known, though you could only hope he never offered you the key. 

You wouldn’t survive taking it.

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fic #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax imagine #house of wax 2005 imagine #vincent sinclair my beloved😘😘😘

[rubysunnday]

by your side

Request by anon: Hey! Congratulations on 2.6K followers! Could I request something fluffy and romantic with Matthias helvar x female reader + prompt 13) "Look at me. Look at me. Don't look at them, keep your eyes focused on me." please? thank you so much!

A/N: Shorter than usual because i struggled with inspo for this! if you like what you read, please consider buying me a coffee and donating to my Ko-fi

Ketterdam was on edge. The drüskelle had been seen roaming around the streets and each night, more and more grisha were disappearing from the streets, from pleasure houses, from hotels.

Y/N and Nina had noticed the timing and were both on high alert. Whenever they walked through the streets at night, they had their hands on their weapons and were constantly watching their backs incase anyone snuck up on them.

Matthias was on edge too, constantly watching Y/N's back when they were on jobs or even just sitting in the Crow Club.

Yes, the druskelle were once his brothers but now, he had a new family to watch out for.

Y/N was one of the best things that could have happened to Matthias. Her energy was infectious and whenever she smiled, he couldn't help but smile along too.

Matthias and Y/N had been walking down Fifth Harbour, hand in hand, enjoying their first night off together for the first time in a while. Both of them were trying to enjoy their night but they were constantly watching the side alleys or anyone looking even the slightest bit suspicious.

Y/N was a well known grisha in Ketterdam - her reputation proceeded her as it did with the majority of the Dregs. But because she was well known, it meant the drüskelle would easily spot her and work out who she was.

"Are you alright?" Matthias asked, noticing Y/N's worried gaze as they passed a dark alley.

"Just nervy," she replied, turning to look at him and giving Matthias a smile. "Oh, look!" Y/N exclaimed, letting go of his hand and running over to a food stall. "Waffles!"

Matthias smiled, his eyes crinkling as he watched Y/N try the waffles with an expression of pure joy on her face.

"Matthias, look they have flower crowns!" Y/N called, darting to the next stand and waving Matthias over.

Matthis just shook his head fondly and smiled at her. The happiness in her eyes was overwhelming - he loved it when she smiled.

Someone started screaming and Y/N whirled around to see what the commotion was. Four men, dressed in furs, all with short, blonde hair walked out into the street. The crowd parted and quickly moved out the way, not wanting to get involved.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear as the leaders eyes landed on Y/N and he pointed at her.

His yell was a death sentence. "Drusje!"

Y/N looked at Matthias for help but the drüskelle were standing between her and him and there was no way she could get to him. The drüskelle grabbed their weapons and Y/N bolted down the street.

People scattered out the way as Y/N ran down the hill, skipping the steps down to the harbour by jumping over the railing, bending her knees as she landed.

The shipyard was the best and worst place for a fight. If you had the high ground, you would win. If you had the low ground, you effectively sentenced yourself to death.

Y/N could hear the drüskelle running after her, yelling in Fjerdan as they split up to hunt her down.

Nina hadn't spared any details when she'd told Y/N about her kidnapping by the Fjerdans and how Matthias had saved her life. It was meant to scare her - just break her out of her naive, oblivious mentality that life was sunshine and roses.

The first time Y/N had run into the drüskelle, she'd barely survived her encounter.

She'd fallen out with Nina about a job and had ran out of the Slat, in tears, too engulfed in her emotions to register where she was going or who she ran past until she ran straight into a team of drüskelle.

Matthias had followed after her to make sure she was alright and had been the one to save her from the druskelle and carry her back to the Slat.

Now, however, Y/N was completely on her own. But she wasn't a naive child anymore. She had killed and fought an bled for Kaz Brekker and his crows and wasn't going to let some Fjerdans kidnap and execute her without a fight.

Y/N ran around the corner and came to a sudden halt as a drüskelle appeared at the other end of the corridor. He yelled something in Fjerdan and the three other drüskelle appeared behind Y/N, pinning her in. Y/N darted right as someone fired a gun and ran between the containers. She took another left and swore.

Three containers, stacked on top of each other, towered above her at the end of the corridor. She had run down a dead end.

Y/N knew she was cornered. She knew there was no way out. The drüskelle slowly approached, their weapons glinting in the yellow light of the street lamps towering above on the harbour wall.

"Drüsje," one of the drüskelle said.

Y/N slowly turned around to face the four drüskelle, and forced a smirk on to her face, tying to hide her fear. "No. I'm not witch." Y/N bought her hands together, listening for the four heartbeats in front of her. "I'm a heartrender."

She caught their heartbeats and gripped them tightly. The drüskelle cried out in pain, choking as their hearts were gripped by the cold hand of death.

Y/N thrusted her hands forward and the drüskelle fell to their knees. She turned her right hand and one by one, the men fell to the side, any sign of life fading from their eyes.

It took her a moment to realise what had happened. Y/N took a shaky breath in and stumbled back into the wall behind her. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, not even making an effort to slow her fall.

Four men lay dead at her feet. Four druskelle - Matthias' former brothers in arms. It wasn't the first time she'd killed - or killed this many people - but it was the fact that anyone of those people could have been Matthias.

Could still be Matthias.

"Y/N!"

Matthias. Matthias had found her.

"Y/N!"

Matthias ran around the corner and stumbled to a halt, looking down at the ground - at the bodies of the drüskelle, his former brothers in arms.

"Matthias," Y/N said, clutching a hand to her chest as the gravity of the situation hit her full force. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't - I don't -"

Y/N sobbed and curled into herself, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Matthis' eyes were wide as he stepped over the bodies and slowly approached her.

"Y/N," Matthias said quietly, kneeling in front of her. "Just breathe."

Y/N sobbed, her shoulders shaking. She couldn't breathe, the guilty was all consuming and she couldn't breathe.

"I"m sorry," Y/N cried, "I'm so sorry, Matthias, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

Matthias moved forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "Y/N, look at me."

Y/N looked up but her eyes looked behind him, at the bodies, at the glassy stares.

"Y/N, look at me," Matthias said, titling her chin up so that she was forced to look at him. "Look at me. Don't look at them, keep your eyes focused on me."

Y/N's eyes darted back to him and she sniffled. Matthias gently wiped her tears away with his thumb and brought her to his chest in a hug, his hand resting on the back of her head.

"Ssh," Matthias whispered, fingers stroking through her hair. "It's ok, I understand, love."

"I had no choice, Matthias -"

"It's ok, darling," Matthias whispered, dropping his head and resting his forehead against hers. "It's ok."

Y/N closed her eyes and focused on Matthias' heartbeat, the feeling of his skin under her hand, the fact that he was warm and alive.

"Come on," Matthias said, scooping Y/N up, one hand going under her legs and one around her back as he cradled her to his chest.

Y/N kept her face pressed to Matthias' shoulder as he stepped over the bodies of the druskelle and walked out the shipping yard.

Matthias set Y/N down on a bench and she wrapped her arms around herself, moving as far away from him as possible.

"You must hate me, Matthias," Y/N whispered, her eyes dark as they looked out at the ocean.

"No, I don't," Matthias said, reaching a hand out and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But I killed them -"

"You saved yourself, Y/N," Matthias said firmly, grabbing her hand. Y/N turned to look at him, the wind catching her hair. "You saved yourself from a fate worse than death - trust me, I know."

"Matthias - they were your brothers in arms..."

"That was before. But now," Matthias took a deep breath in, "I wouldn't hesitate to kill any of them if they threatened you, Y/N. No one is taking you from me."

Y/N dropped her head onto Matthias' shoulder and he bought his arm up to rest on her shoulder. His fingers traced a soft pattern on her arm, the warmth of his hand seeping through her shirt.

"Thank you," she whispered, threading her fingers through his.

Matthias kissed her head. "Anything for you, my heart stopper."

#shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagines #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #six of crows imagines #matthias helvar #matthias helvar imagine #matthias helvar imagines #matthias helvar x reader

[harfanfare]

I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

 2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

 3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

 4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

 5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

 6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

 7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

 8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

 9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

 10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

#i wonder too #malleus draconia #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst malleus x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #diasomnia x reader #twst malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #anonymous

[urlkssknt]

nanami kento x fem!reader (2.9k)

nsfw!! mdi!!

warnings; unprotected sex, it’s just very soft and vanilla

a/n; this is a scene from a series i might write, i’m not sure if i want to commit to it, please let me know your thoughts, feedback is much appreciated!

The marriage announcement caught you off guard, it felt like someone had thrown you into the deep end of a pool and you didn't know how to swim, drowning slowly in the snarky whispers from the attendants of the party that reached your ear - wasn't he married to Y/n? Poor girl, I wouldn't be able to show my face if I was her. Many eyes around the room turned towards you in anticipation, waiting for some display of anger or a rage-induced outburst. Much to their disappointment, you stood your ground. You wouldn’t let the perfectly crafted mask fall from your face, especially not now, you couldn’t let the woman, who held a leash over your ex, know she caused an effect on you.

From a distance over, Satoru watched you closely through the peripheral of his sharp vision, you leaned further into the dark long haired man standing beside you to whisper something into his ear. Suguru handed you a small rectangular box discreetly. He was equally as shocked as you. Satoru expected Toji to pull a stunt like this, maybe another pregnancy announcement or a business merger. He never expected it to be announced publicly, in a Gojou family setting. Whilst claps of congratulations sounded around the hall, Gojou's cold gaze threw daggers towards your ex-husband, standing beside your parents with a hand on the waist of his fiancée. The sight of gleaming smiles across your parent’s faces made Satoru feel sick to his stomach. The white haired man also took a mental note of the people who seemed genuinely happy for the wretched couple. Those people didn't realise that they had gotten onto Gojou Satoru's bad side and ruined any promising positive relationship with the businessman.

There was a chill in the evening air as you stood on the balcony, you were grateful no one else was outside to witness the devastation on your face, only the night sky being witness to the single teardrop that fell along the expanse of your cheek. The cold air nipped at the bare skin of your arms and neck, raising the fine hairs which run all along your skin. As a thought of regret for not bringing a jacket along with you popped into your mind, you opened the cigarette packet that Suguru handed to you, bringing one up to your lips to rest as you fish for a lighter in your purse, praying that you had one despite having quit the disgusting habit years ago.

The temperature of the chilling air around you rises as a warming presence pressed against your back, you only relax when the familiar scent of rich cologne mixed with cinnamon infiltrates your senses, allowing yourself to melt into the heated hands that run along your naked arms.

"Do you even have a lighter?" Kento questions as you continue to search through your bag, which was so small, the blond was sceptical about it being big enough to fit any necessities.

Peering up through your lashes, your azure eyes narrowed at him as your lips formed into a deep scowl. Kento was right, you didn’t have a lighter, specifically for scenarios like this, where your fingers are itching to grab at the first intoxicant to cloud your mind. Smoking would help calm the stress that scratches the walls of your brain as the tobacco fills your bloodstream.

“Suguru probably has one-“ you mutter under your breath, speaking with the white stick sitting comfortably between your lips before a hand quickly reaches for it and throws the small object off the balcony, out of sight and out of reach. “What the hell-“ there was little time to process the sudden action as your words are cut short with kento’s palms encasing your face to tilt your head slightly and allow him to lower his lips onto yours in a short kiss. The anger that rushed through your veins quickly dissolved, leaving as fast as it was produced.

A small smile creeped along your lips, “maybe I should take up smoking again.”

Kento couldn’t help the chuckle that let up his throat, his eyes crinkling in the same way that the twin’s did. His hands dropped from your face to hold your hips over the silk material, pulling you closer towards him, your breasts pressing against his chest.

“Let's get out of here.”

Earlier, before he followed your footsteps to check on you, Kento felt a strong grip latch on his arm to prevent him from moving further. The culprit was your brother. Satoru held an intimidating aura, his sapphire eyes bearing a look cold enough to pierce skin. The older man whispered short words to Nanami, advising him to take you away from the party, in order to protect you.

As Kento was texting the babysitter he had hired for the night, making sure his kids were safely sleeping in their beds, you were checking in with the two Zen’in girls that were looking after Megumi for the night. Maki and Mai loved spending time with you, when you announced the divorce with their cousin, they were undeniably upset, not because Toji’s heart was broken but it meant they wouldn’t be able to see you as often.

It wasn't as difficult as you thought it might be to locate the hotel room. Thankfully, both of you were in a conscious state of mind, avoiding the sparkling alcoholic beverages being served in crystal flutes. The hand on the curve of your waist held you close to Kento’s embrace. Just from a short glance, any onlooker would be able to know you were his, there was a loving atmosphere surrounding you two which was hard to miss, from the pearly smile painting your glossy lips to the radiant sparkling of gold among the hues of brown. The booked room was found quickly. Anticipation began to bubble in your stomach, you felt excited to spend the night with such a handsome man, again.

All of your hair was pushed to one side on your shoulder, exposing the tender flesh of your neck. A beautiful and plain canvas just waiting to be painted with deep and dark shades of pinks and purples. The plain sight caused a stir in Kento’s mind, he desired to mark you, in a way he knew no one ever would. Acting on impulse, the father of two kissed a spot where your neck met your shoulder so lightly it felt like petals brushing against your skin. A smirk found its home along Kento’s lips when you craned your head to the side, offering more of yourself to him. The innocent kisses progressed into deep bites, a sudden sharp nip against your pulse point causing a gasp to slip into the air. You couldn’t care less if a horrible bruise formed from Kento's lustful ministrations, his scent clouded your mind like a drug, your thoughts swirling into nothing. Your attention was fixated on the hands wandering from their place on your hips to groping your breasts through the silken material of your dress, sending arsoul to pool in your panties.

A deep timbre tone filled your ears, you turned to face the man speaking. “Would you like to know my new favourite colour?” Kento doesn’t wait for your answer, his hands squeeze at your chest again with more pressure, sadly eliciting another gasp from your lips. The corners of Kento's lips turn downwards ever so slightly, he had hoped that his ears would have been graced with a moan. “Sage green.”

The blond guides you to the queen-sized bed, lined with the finest material he had ever seen, Kento didn’t expect anything less from your brother, who handed him the key card. The hotel room was grand, almost as big as his own apartment, which was quite large.

Kento sits himself against the headboard with his suit jacket and tie discarded somewhere on the floor, falling victim to your travelling hands, eager to undress him. The clothing was no longer his concern as you situated yourself in his lap, thick thighs straddling his waist the best you could in the confinement of your dress. “Tonight,” Kento's eyes move from the swells of your breasts, your cleavage in his direct eye line, to meet your gleaming eyes. He was surprised to find his own reflection in them. “I'm yours.” The words felt heavy on his tongue and heart, it felt like he was confessing to you again, proving to himself that it was you that his heart yearns for.

Slowly, you clamber off of the blond man’s lap without voicing your intentions, not missing how his hands reach out to hold onto you for a moment longer, you giggle lightly at the display of clinginess, never expecting such a stoic man to behave like that. It was refreshing. It reassured the persistent whispers in the back of your mind that Kento wanted you like you wanted him. as you stood at the foot of the bed, you kicked off your nude heels, dropping your height by a few inches. A laugh fell upon your ears, Kento was amused, his smile hidden from your eyes behind his palm. However, the light atmosphere shifted when the sound of a zipper filled the room. Swiftly, the dress dropped to the floor from the pull of gravity, leaving you exposed except for the black lace thong, which barely hid anything from his eyes. Kento wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Finally, it was your turn to smirk when your sharp eyes caught the growing tent of Kento's trousers.

Slowly, you crawled along the bedsheets at an agonising pace, it felt like hours before you finally reached your destination. Within an instant, you felt two large palms squeeze at the pudgy skin of your hips. You couldn’t help but press your hands against Kento's chest, fingers running aimlessly as you met his lips, kissing him with such desire, as if you had planned to devour him.

“Do you know what good boys get, Mister Nanami?” you say in a sultry tone, the touches of the small pads of your fingertips tracing unrecognisable shapes along his chest becoming distractive.

The words registered into the blond’s mind, you had previously asked the same question to the three toddlers, in hopes of containing their erratic behaviour in the kitchen. This should have been degrading, yet, despite using the childish question, a rational voice in Kento’s mind screamed at him to just give in for once.

“Rewards,” it was the same answer Sukuna gave you, it was the correct answer. However, Kento's voice only managed to speak just above a breath, finding himself unable to trust his own voice.

“Well done daddy,” you praised him with a sweet kiss, a shiver running up his neck, before making an effort to unbutton the shirt, “treat me nicely and I’ll reward you.��

All the remaining pieces of clothing were thrown off hurriedly, desperate to feel the pure heat of Kento's unbelievably hot body. It stunned you how he was constantly warm, maybe you could make him your personal heater.

Kento couldn’t help but groan loudly as your hips grinded against his dick, coating him with your wetness, he felt himself throbbing against your folds, ever so desperate to fill you to the brim. As if reading his mind, the teasing touches paused as you lined your entrance up with his cock, only after giving the hard member a few pumps with your hand. The broad shoulders of the businessman were used as an anchor, you cling onto him desperately as you sink onto his dick. In the span of a few hours, you had completely forgotten the thickness of kento’s sex, surprising yourself as you struggle to relax yourself to take him in. Wanton moans fell from both parties as you stayed still for a few seconds to get used to the burn from his fat cock stretching you. The hands on your waist squeeze tightly to help Kento ground himself from rutting up into you. Being enveloped with your warm cunt felt too good, especially when the gummy walls clamped around him, you were all he could think about.

Just from the position alone, the soft tissue of nerves which caused you to see stars were grazed upon, you couldn’t stop the moan escaping from your lips. “I could cum like this,” you relish in the feeling of the palms coaxing the movement of your hips and the mouth that latches onto your mound. A sharp nip against your peak leads to you arching into Kento's mouth, desperate for more of his touches. Despite spending the night before together, the pair of you couldn’t get enough of each other. Not when your tits would bounce as you raised your hips and begin a steady rhythm of grinding against Kento’s lap, each slam against his hips hitting a spot that causes your head to spin. The vision of you on top of him, riding his cock like your life depended on it, spurred the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach. The wetness that pooled between your thighs now began to drip down onto the pelvis of the man below you. A mixture of juices squelching and low moans sounded throughout the room. You had no time to feel embarrassed by the pornographic noises as you desperately chased your high.

“You’re making me feel so good angel,” a sense of pride blooms in Kento's chest as he feels you clenching around him from his praise. His hands stretched lower to graze his fingers over your ass, they latched onto you, his nails creating deep crevices in the area that would still be there in the morning.

You could no longer think straight, completely drunk off of Kento's cock, filling you up so well you wished he’d never leave. A numbness started to form in your thighs, creating a painful burn as you continued to move up and down, pushing through the pain and reaching for your high. From the hand gripping his hair and the way your walls were spasming, Kento knew you were so close to cumming, you just needed a little push. The brush of his thumb circling your clit leans you over the edge and causes your orgasm to hit you like a wave. Kento groaned loudly as you creamed his cock and gripped onto him like a vice. The man felt kind enough to let you catch your breath, he was still painfully hard and so close to his own high.

“As much as I’d like to be rewarded,” a cheeky smile spread through Kento’s lips, chocolate eyes sparkling at you with excitement. His playful and cheery expression leaves as quick as it comes, you almost whine in protest as he uses his strength to pull you off of his lap, and gently lays you down against the bed. The giddy look in Kento's eyes darkens to a lustful stare as your blown out eyes meet his. “Daddy wants to cum, so be a good girl and help daddy out.”

It hadn’t been longer than a few moments since your climax, you had barely calmed down. Without a second thought, Kento thrusts into your sopping entrance, your cum still coating his dick which makes it easier for him to slide back into your cavernous walls. A cry emmits from you due to the overstimulation. The feeling of being filled up again overtook the discomfort you experienced, it felt so good that you could cry from it, it was as if kento was made to fit inside your cunt so deliciously. The hands on your hips migrate to your thighs, pushing them up so that your knees are almost next to your head. Somehow, the angle of the position allows Kento to hit deeper into you.

“Fu- fuck,” your mind is lost for words as it completely blanks, no longer have the ability to form a coherent sentence.

A layer of sweat covers the blond’s body. The slapping sound returns as Kento's heavy balls hit against you with every rut. It was astonishing that the bed frame didn’t move with his frantic movements. Each thrust of his hips were more calculated than the next, earning a cry from you each time as his cockhead continuously came into contact with your g-spot. Kento knew he’d only be able to last through a few more thrusts. From the way your thighs quivered, your second orgasm was closer than he thought.

“Cum with me angel,” Kento's lips found yours in a haste of teeth clashing against each other, desperate to feel closer to you. As soon as the coaxing words fall on your ear, your walls clench around him as another climax ripples through you, this one hitting you much harder. The tension finally snapped, a growl ripped through his throat, no longer being able to hold back, as ropes of his cum shot inside your pussy, hips faltering slightly.

Your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion, trying your best to catch your breath and calm your erratic heart. Gentle hands help drop your legs so they could wrap around Kento’s waist instead of being folded in the air. Kento noticed the drowsy haze you were in. He took it upon himself to find a towel in the bathroom to clean up the mess between your thighs. Exerting his strength, the stoic man helps you to move into the sheets, the cold air no longer able to nip at your naked body.

“We need to buy plan b,” you shifted yourself close to Kento.

A kiss is pressed to the crown of your head. “We can worry about that in the morning.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[just-my-fandom]

I like the hc on being for the Ninjas dating another ninjas sister who’s their soulmate, Could do one where reader (Lloyd’s older sister) Has been dating cole for a bit in secret and Lloyd and Garmadon find out and become overprotective ( I am so sorry I just love the overprotective dad and/or brother trope)

Boo (Cole Brookstone x Garmadon! Reader)

A/N; I stuck with the powers the reader has in this headcannon. I’m currently only writing for Ninjago, the Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things, so send them in.

Summary; When the Ninja join the Tournament of Elements, Cole and the reader are forced to fight one another. Cole risking himself already raises suspicion to Lloyd and Garmadon, but it isn’t until they confront the reader before they find out the truth.

Also side note, Rest In Peace to Kirby Morrow who voiced Cole.

“THIS whole thing is so stupid,” You drop your tray onto the table seated with four men, settling next to your father and sensei, Garmadon,

“Hey, their foods great though,” Kai speaks up from across you, seated between Cole and your younger brother, Lloyd,

“Take it,” You mutter, pushing your tray to the hot head before resting your elbows on the table,

“You can’t be skipping meals, Y/N,” Garmadon states, dragging the tray back in front of you so you glanced and glared at him, “You never know when you’ll have to fight,”

“Hopefully never,” You spit, Garmadon raising his eyebrows at your tone, “Come on, dad. We’ve already had four rounds and none of us had to fight. Face it, Chen just wants us here for his enjoyment. He doesn’t want to lose any of us,”

“Me and you are seeing a completely different story here, Y/N/N,” Jay peers over the booth across from you, eyes squinting, “I want to fight. You just know you’ll loose,”

“Want happened to encouragement on the team?” Lloyd asks, looking up at Jay,

“Ehem!” A sharp cough through the speakers above cause everyone’s gaze to shift, “Ehem! Ladies and gents, it’s time for round five!”

“Oh come on,” Kai pouts at his food, poking at the chicken and dumplings,

“Would the following Masters please make their way to their assigned arena; Speed, Gravity, Nature, Mind-,”

“I told you,” You glare up at Jay.

“And our last two, Earth and Natural Occurances!”

Your eyes snap over to Cole, who nearly dropped his fork at the mention of his element, “Remember!” Chen laughs, “Only one can remain,”

“IM not fighting you, Cole!” You turn to stare at the black ninja, arms out in alarm before they raise to your hair, “Oh, God, what if he knows? What if he set this up on purpose and tells my dad-,”

“No one knows, Y/N,” Cole instantly steps up to put his hands at your wrists, pulling them down from your hair, “We just gotta do what Chen tells us to do, and we’ll both make it out,”

“Only one remains,” You remind, “One of us has to take the fall,”

“Easy,” Cole shrugs, your brows pinching, “You grab the blade as soon as it starts. You continue on,”

“No,” You shake your head, “That’s not how this works. Give yourself up instantly and they’ll know,”

“Well I’m not letting you take that fall, princess,” Cole pulls back, when Garmadon knocks and hastily steps in,

“You two ready?”

“IM not fighting you,” You repeat your earlier statement, hands clenched as you and Cole stood feet apart in the arena, every elemental master watching above.

“We can draw it out until they call it a tie,” Cole reassures, not loud enough to where Chen could hear, “Quick- attack me, but not too hard,”

You clench your jaw, throwing a hand out so a small tornado formed and threw itself at your secret boyfriend, knocking him off his feet and into the stone wall behind him,

You flinch behind your mask, stomping a foot down so the earth cracked, where Cole jumps to the side, tossing a wall of rocks in your direction.

“I’m bored!” You hear Chen whine, “Release the Condrai Crushers!”

Your eyes snap to the side, yelping when three vehicles roll out of the tunnels in the wall, one zooming straight for you.

You feel Coles arm loop around your waist, tugging you to the side before his back presses to yours, watching the vehicles surround you. “I got your back,”

“I got yours,” You murmur, hand grazing his before you lunge forward, throwing your arms up so the earth raised into a ramp, the first vehicle leaping off said ramp and ramming into the stone wall,

Cole dodges the next vechile, lunging towards the third to drop a pile of rocks over top of the driver, causing him, too, to crash into the wall.

You huff out a relieved breath and high five Cole, grasping his hand with a smile beneath your mask,

“Enough!” Chen shrieks, so you released Coles hand and turned to Chen, “I know what you’re trying to do. And if neither of you will win, you will both loose!”

You watch in alarm as the ground began to drop in small holes, your feet moving backwards and into Cole, his hands at your hips in alert,

You jump to the side when the floor gives out beneath you, stumbling as you are left surrounded by darkness, eyes looking up at the blade at the top of the post,

“Chen’s right!” Cole calls, as you look to him, “One of us has to be win!”

“And it’ll be you!” You shout back, finger pointed, “Get the blade, Cole. I’ll be fine!”

Cole rushes up the post as you look down at your wobbling knees, Cole jumping down onto a stone still intact, tossing the blade so it hit flat against your chest, your hands stumbling to catch it.

“Winner!” Chen calls, as your eyes snap up to Cole, shocked, “Loser!”

“Cole-!” You lunge forward onto the next stone, barely catching yourself as the floor gave out beneath Cole, dropping him into the darkness below,

You clench your jaw and glare up at Chen, chucking the blade across the arena so it slid off the stones, into the pit beneath.

“YOU seemed really distressed during that battle,”

Your eyes flick up from your food, your fork jabbed into the noodles you received. Garmadon raises an eyebrow, and you look back down at your plate.

“What, am I not allowed to care about my friend?”

“Not with how touchy Cole had been,” Lloyd sits down, eyes squinted, “What’s going on between you two? We both know if you had to go up against Kai or Jay you would have been fine with them giving themselves up,”

“Nothing is going on between us, Lloyd,” You snap, gaze hard, “Coles my best friend. We don’t know what happens when we loose, I didn’t want him to get hurt,”

“Y/N, I read you like an open book,” Your fathers tone softens, leaning forward, “Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”

“Tell you what?” Kai cuts, and you drop your fork, pushing your plate forward,

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You ask, harshly, Garmadon frowning, “Nothing is going on between Cole and I. And if there was I wouldn’t tell you because I know how you both get,” You gaze shifts to Lloyd, before you slide out of the booth, hands clenched to stop the earthquake at the tips of your fingers.

“I got her,” Garmadon states, Lloyd and Kai sharing glances as Garmadon followed his oldest daughter.

YOUR hand wipes away the blue in your eye, hearing your fathers footsteps behind you, “Why are you following me?”

“How long?” Garmadon avoids, your arms crossing as you stopped, turning to face him with your head ducked,

“Almost a year,” You murmur, lifting your gaze to his,

“And why I am just now finding out?”

“Because you know how you are,” You squint, “Every boyfriend I had you scared away, and now that boys know who my brother is? They won’t even talk to me,” You hiss, shoulders dropping, “Cole is the only one who I seem to be able to control my powers around. I’m scared that without him here I’m going to accidentally kill someone with my powers,”

“You’ve trained,” Garmadon responds, your eyes rolling.

“Yeah, but I have your anger from when you were Lord Garmadon,”

You miss Garmadons flinch, but hear his sigh, “I just wished you told me,”

“I told mom,” You shrug, “She seems to enjoy the fact that I keep my relationship to myself. Guess that’s out of the box,”

“I won’t say anything to your teammates if that’s what you’re worried about,” Garmadon reassures, watching your fists release, as your brows,

“Thanks, dad,” You murmur, Garmadon smiling as he nods his head towards the dining area, hands behind his back.

“COLE!”

The Master of Earth turns away from helping Garmadon to his feet, stumbling back upon another figure ramming into him, mind quick to realize it was you,

“Whoa,” Cole laughs, weakly, eyes glancing at Garmadon before his arms wrap at your waist, “Dont worry. I’m fine,”

“You’re such an ass,” You lean back to hit his chest, hands then sliding to hold his face, “Dont do that again,”

“No promises,” Cole murmurs, looking over at Lloyd’s alarmed- “I knew it!”

Your hands drop as Lloyd points an accusing finger, Garmadon chuckling, “I knew something was going on between you two!”

“You’re just now realizing that?” Kai asks, so you spun to look at him, alarmed, “Oh don’t give me that look. You guys suck at keeping quiet at night,”

“Do what?” Garmadons smile drops into a scowl, your eyes widening as you take Coles hand,

“This is our cue to leave. We’ll meet you at the docks, guys,”

Lloyd crosses his arms, eyes squinting to his father, “Did you know about this?”

“Why do you sound like the father here?” Garmadon questions, side glancing his son, “Of course I knew. But go easy of them,”

“What?” Lloyd slacks, “Why?”

“An instinct,” Garmadons hands link behind his back, stepping forward to follow after you, “I have a feeling they’re good for each other,”

#cole brookstone imagine #cole brookstone x reader #cole brookstone #Cole brookstone one shot #lloyd garmadon imagine #ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #lord garmadon #Garmadon #ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago imagine #ninjago one shot

[insomniamamma]

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         "You did this on purpose."         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--"         "You don't have a right hand,"         "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations."         "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?" Asks Ezra.         "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade."         "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--"         "No."         "No?"         "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

        Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring.         "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

        Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do.         Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

        He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled.         "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

        Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab?  He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him.         "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you.         "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

        You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid.         Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest.         "Hi Ez,"         "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder.         "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer.         "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes.         "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?"         "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?"         "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-"         "The wrapping was mutual-"         "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head.         "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch.         "Tickles."         "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him.         “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

        "She's late," says Ezra.         "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board,"         "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair.         "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you.         "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair."         "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee.         "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her.         "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully.         "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though."         "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile.         “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big.         "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something."         "I look forward to it," says Ezra.         "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug.         "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit.         "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee.         "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs.         "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit.         "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee.         "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra.         "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?"         "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about."         "Hmph," says Cee.

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☂︎ZEROᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ

(The Umbrella Academy x Sibling! Adolescent! Reader)

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─━━━━━━⊱☂︎⊰━━━━━━─

ZERO WAS OBSERVING HERSELF in the mirror imagining what her day would be like this morning. The change in the weather already had her feeling gloom, but she didn't really expect much from today. It was probably just going to be just like every morning, or so she thought.

Seconds later, Pogo came in, gently, through the door. "Miss Y/n, Luther, and the rest of your siblings are here." As soon as those words fell out of the chimp's mouth she froze as if she didn't know how to process what he just said. She couldn't believe it. Zero didn't think that they would even attend. After how so Sir Reginald treated them, this must be some kind of joke. Once Zero fully processed what was happening, she positions herself around and raised an eyebrow. "Why hadn't you told me they were coming before?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Pogo smiled gently at her before walking up to fix the tie on her uniform. Once he was done tying it, he looked at her with his big brown eyes. "You'll do fine. Just talk to them." Zero nodded in understanding, eyes furrowed. "I see....... and Pogo?

"Yes?""You don't have to call me Miss. I'm not quite grown up, as you can see."

"Well, I think you've grown to be a mature young lady," Pogo said smiling.

"Too bad Mr. Hargreeves didn't think so." Zero thought as she walked out of the room.

~☂︎~

TO SAY THAT SHE WAS nervous was an understatement. It had been forever since she had seen any of her siblings at all, including Luther. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Zero's head in anxiousness. Within every step she took getting closer to the living room, the feeling of her throat closing up came with it.

When Zero arrived in the living room, the first person she saw was her bulky brother Luther along with Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya. They had all looked so grown up. It almost made Zero envy for how mature they had gotten.

"Zero has arrived." Pogo announced causing the five to have their eyes zapped straight to Zero. Vanya was the first to walk up to her with welcoming arms. "Zero." Vanya went over to hug her, causing Zero to back away trying to contain her abilities from being triggered. "I'm sorry." Vanya apologized as she backed away.

"You came back." Zero said, putting what had just happened aside. She was just overjoyed and slightly overwhelmed to see her family again.

"I told you I would come back." Vanya shyly smiled, running a hand through her dark brunette hair. The next person to the conversation was Klaus.

"Oh my, Zero! Well I'd say you don't look a day over..... Since I last saw you!" Klaus said acting surprised but was just really being a tease."Some family reunion, huh?" Zero slightly rolled her eyes at him. "Go on, M-I mean Zero. Go sit by Luther." Pogo held his hand out in the direction of the couch. As Zero made her way over to the couch, she tried to avoid eye contact with her siblings in pure shyness.

"So do you come out of your room now or is it just for stupid occasions like these?" Diego asked, clearly annoyed.

"Diego." Allison warned.

"It's fine." Zero said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. As soon as she said that Klaus's eyes widened.

"Wait. She can talk now?"

Klaus asked, but everyone just ignored it as a question.

"Why am I always the last to know about stuff?" Klaus groans as he fixes himself a drink.

A pensive silence starts to enclose over the room. Zero understood it was kinda awkward because none of them saw each other in such a long time.

Zero observed her siblings as they had their moments of silence. She looked to Luther who looked the same just as when he had left. With the chimpanzee DNA he took, he had gotten taller. She remembers when they were younger, with him being the leader. She knows Luther tried his best, but Reginald didn't think that was enough. Luther was always the leader, and she could feel how much it always got on Diego's nerves. Those two were always getting into rivalries.

Sh started to feel bad that he's going to realize he went to the moon for no reason. Reginald didn't read his reports at all; and she knew that.

Even though Luther was raised to be the best and most useful, Zero couldn't deny that he went through some trauma. They all did. He was raised to believe he was the best and a leader. Another example of Reginald's bad parenting. And as a result, his ego is still here, as Zero noticed. He's the only one that still cares for his father, while Zero just doesn't know how to feel after all the things he did to her. They say it's always better to forgive, but Zero just doesn't know.

Luther loved being hero more than anything, she had to  just hope that he wouldn't put that over himself and his family.

Her pupils bored over to Diego. He may be brash, but deep down Zero senses that he's insecure and still wants to prove himself. Still trying to measure up to Luther, even though Diego has become very skilled in Zero's eyes. She still remembers the time when they had first interacted.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS WALKING DOWN the hall with Reginald's reports in her hand; taking them to him. A thud into her shoulder made every last one of the reports fall out of her hand, but like magic, she reached her hands and the reports defied gravity to arrive back into her possession.

"Sorry"

Zero was about to walk away but Diego stopped her.

"W-wait. I heard you in my mind. What kind of ridiculous trick are you playing on?"

"...... I can read minds and feel emotions."

"Well don't do that on me. I-i don't need a weird girl like you looking through my mind." With that Diego walked away, keeping a guard on his mind.

~☂︎~

ZERO THEN PEERS AT ALLISON. She had grown up to be a very pretty girl, as so Zero thought. Allison was always nice towards everyone in the Umbrella Academy. She never once talked bad about anyone behind their backs, which is quite admirable to Zero. How much Allison craved for attention is what she didn't notice.

Then there's Klaus. Still the same rebellious person he is. Zero admires how he can just move on and not dwell on the past too much. Sweet and vulnerable as a boy, and also her other close friend thanks to Ben. Besides herself, Klaus got experimented on by Sir Reginald the most. Through the years he has become not all himself, which awakens her concern for his well-being.

Finally, there's Vanya. Zero learned that she became a writer. She remembers when she sent her book to Reginald, but he never read it. Zero finds herself wondering how her music career was doing. Though in the past she seemed aloof, not want to have anything to do with her siblings, Zero had always watched them from afar, knowing their feelings and insecurities.

But sometimes it would be too much feelings and insecurities.

Zero's thought process was interrupted when Luther began the gathering speech.

"I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asked, astonished, an expression of surprise crossing her face along with the others.

"You know, under an oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther asked, like it was a usual thing.

Not all of us were his Number One, is what Zero thought.

"Will there be any refreshments? TV? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Klaus asked as he nonchalantly popped a joint, joining his siblings in the living room, drink in hand. Luther's face scrunched up at Klaus.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Is that my skirt?" Allison says in tone, referring to the skirt Klaus was wearing. "What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know. But it's very breathy on the." Klaus motions his hands. ".... Bits."

"Listen up. Still, some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" Luther proceeds.

"Like what?" Diego asked dryly and uninterested.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go." Diego rolled his eyes, uninterested.

"I don't understand." Vanya mumbles. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically," Luther explained.

"Theoretically?" Allison asked.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. the last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

"Oh, Quelle surprise!" Klaus exclaimed gurgling his drink.

"Strange how?" Allison asked.

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust. Hearing these things made Zero look up from her lap, at Luther.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," Diego said walking over to him.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen. Zero, you must know something. Did he say anything out of the usual to you?" Luther said kneeling to Zero.

".........No." Zero replied, looking back down.

Luther sighed and got back up. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad," Luther said referring to Klaus, causing Allison to scoff.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Since when? That's your thing," Luther encourages.

"I'm just not in the right frame of mind," Klaus replied.

"You're high?" Allison exclaims.

"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important. Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." Luther said.

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego said.

"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked.

"Oh, is it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad." Diego said, eyes trained on Luther.

"You do?" Klaus said in awe.

"And I already know exactly who is the main suspect is. He thinks Zero did it." As soon as Diego said that everyone's eyes went wide and Zero tensed up.

"No, Zero. That's not-" Luther reached out for Zero, but she backed away.

"Why......do you lie?" That was the last thing she said before walking out of the room, heading for her bedroom.

"How could you think she would do that," Vanya said in disbelief.

"She's a kid, Luther," Diego said.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."

Klaus, Vanya, and Diego started to storm at the room not wanting to continue with the conversation anymore.

Allison started to walk away too with a disappointed look on her face.

"That went well," Luther said sarcastically. He sighs and settles down on one the couches and rubs his head in exhaustion.

"Master Luther."

Luther's thoughts were halted by Pogo, who walked in; wooden walking stick glued to his paw. Luther had called him in to ask him about Sir Reginald's Monocle which turned to be missing.

"I'm trying to locate Dad's monocle. Have you perhaps seen it?"

Pogo simply shakes his head.

"No, unfortunately I haven't, but I would assume it would be one of his personal findings."

"It's not there... I've already checked." Luther goes silent almost about to give up.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS IN HER BEDROOM reading the book Ben gave her. She already read it a thousand times, but this book is the only thing she has of Ben. She soon started to hear the music play in the house. She shook her head and kept reading. Zero' started to think about what Luther had said about their father seeming off. It wasn't just him, she also noticed he was a out of character months before he passed. Reginald started telling her more about the world beyond the Academy. Of course they would have their usual sessions, like playing chest or eating breakfast together. Sometimes they would just sit by the fireplace in silence. No lectures, no teachings, just silence.

Zero's thought process was diminished by a Thunder clap and sound clouding her ears, along with bright blue shadowing over her room. Zero decided she would stay in a room since there is no way she was going outside. A blue glint casted her eyes as she just stared in awe at the illuminating glow. It was some sort of a wormhole forming in mid-air. She saw her siblings going out to look at it as well.

"And just what do they think they're doing?"

She saw Klaus coming out with a fire extinguisher throwing it in. She then saw Luther directing them to back away from it. All the Hargreeves just stared at it with the wind ferociously blowing. The unbelievable happened. A small figure fell from the whole. As soon as the person hit the ground, the wormhole instantly closed up.

The siblings started to inch closer to the figure, along with Zero who examined the person with curious eyes, eyes widening at what it was.

It was her missing brother.

Five Hargreeeves

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A Stray Bullet Part 4

Fandom: Gotham Characters: Victor Zsasz, female!reader, James Gordon, Harvey Bullock and a doctor. Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing Summary: The reader is James Gordon’s sister and works for the GCPD and is dating Victor Zsasz. The reader has kept it a secret from her brother, until one day when she takes a bullet that was meant for him. Victor then shows up at James’ place to see the reader. Word count: 4121 A/N: I am sorry this one took a while, but I had to take a couple of days off for emotional needs.

The car ride to the apartment that James shared with his sort of, maybe girlfriend Barbara Kean had been a rocky and silent one. You had been jolted all over the car, into the back doors and nearly through the front windscreen a couple of times to name a few. You had hit your side with the bullet wound against the door, even though you had tried your best to make the impact a lot less rough on your already traumatised body. You were sure that you would still end up with a bruise. Either way, you blacked out near the end of the ride from both exhaustion and pain, only to have your brother nudge you awake. 

Each time your body hit one of the doors or the front seats you could hear James mutter out a not so heartfelt apology under his breath. All you could manage from your place in the back was a pain grunt or two to let him know that you're semi-okay, although right now you felt as if you wanted to be sick from being jostled around. It didn't take much longer before James parked your car in the middle of the road outside his apartment complex. 

Once James had cut the engine, he unbuckled the seatbelt and yanked the back door open, hauling you out of the back while keeping an iron grip around you as he closed the doors and locked the car. “Okay, just a bit further,” he urged, leading you up the steps towards the open glass doors that led to the fancy lobby, receiving looks of concern from some residents that stood around the spacious area. All of them watching with mixed looks of horror and surprise as drops of blood fell to the shiny marble floor beneath your feet. None of them made a move to help or even ask what happened to you or James, just simply stood there and watched as he struggled to drag you to the closed doors of the elevator. 

It wasn't like you could blame any of them for keeping their distance and their mouths shut around you and James, what with the given state of Gotham and the recent rise in crime lately. The fact that almost every criminal could get away with damn near anything and everything they do. You wouldn't want to be added onto someone's hit list for simply asking people a question on why they're bleeding all over the lobby floor of your home. 

“How are you doing?” James suddenly asked, pulling you away from your thoughts. The doors to the elevators opened  you stumbled on your way. Jim pressed the button to the floor of his apartment as he let out a sigh, still holding onto you tightly. You didn't answer him As you were too busy using the rest of your energy to keep yourself standing. 

“Hey, hey, [Y/N]. How are you doing?” He asked you again and helped you into the large room once the doors to the elevator slid open. Of course, you still had to make your way through the hallway and to the door, which he then had to unlock. James pushed the door open, and you followed his dark brown eyes as they scanned the spacious living space before you, like he was expecting someone to be there in the darkness, waiting for an opportune time to attack and finish the job. Out the corner of your eyes you noticed that he gave a nod of his head, confirming that it was safe to go inside his own apartment. 

“Peachy… Just — Just peachy,” you breathed out through the nauseous feeling that twisted painfully in the pit of your stomach. You felt sweaty and had a mild headache forming at the back of your head, most likely from the blood loss. Back in the car you noticed that you had started to feel dizzy, although you didn't voice your concern to your brother, it would only make him worry more and become more protective. He was probably already panicking internally enough as it is. 

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and willed yourself to not give into the urge to let gravity claim you and fall to the floor, where if you had your way, you'd stay until you felt better or bleed to death. The latter sounding like a better option to you right now since you didn't want to have a conversation about Victor with your brother. "You don't look so good," James told you, his voice sounded quiet to your ears even though he stood beside you. "You look clammy, and you're sweating," he muttered out. All you managed was a short pain filled laugh. It wasn't funny, you knew it wasn't, but you couldn't keep it in. 

"That uh, yeah, that usually happens when someone loses a lot of blood." You croaked out snarkily, trying to lighten the heavy air that settled around you. You swallowed hard, your throat feeling unusually dry. 

"You know, she's exactly like you. She can't read a room and her humour is terrible." The familiar gruff sound of Harvey Bullock’s voice sounded out. James scoffed at that, but your lips twitched up at the corners in amusement. You had to force your eyes open. It didn't take too long for your eyes to fall upon the scruffy detective, his hat discarded on the coffee table beside him.

"Well, if it isn't Harvey Bullock." You didn't think Harvey would help if James had asked him to, considering he nearly throttled James into the ground of the men's locker room back in the GCPD a couple of days ago because your brother decided it was a good idea to let Oswald Cobblepot live. You wondered when James had the time to call Harvey. Was it when you had been blacked out in the back of your car? Or was it sometime before then, but you hadn't noticed? It couldn’t have been before you blacked out, you would have remembered the trilling conversation that must have transpired over the phone otherwise. 

A woman with long dark brown hair stood a few meters away from Harvey, a look of concern written clear as day across her features. You assumed she was a doctor, and you sure as hell hoped that she was in fact a certified doctor and not just some shady person that Harvey knows. "How're you doing darling?" He asked you, his voice warmer than it was when he previously spoke to James. He must still hold some resentment to his partner for his lie. 

"Oh, you know... not bad, bleeding out, and I want to sleep. But not bad." You responded, as if on cue your eyes slid shut, almost like you had commanded it. "Please for the love of... just tell me that she is a certified doctor," you whispered to your brother as quietly as you could manage. 

A whine left you as you opened your eyes once more, still trying to fight back the sleep that was threatening to take you to the black abyss behind your eyes. "They are someone that Harvey knows," he flashed an awkward side smile in your direction to let you know that he is indeed being serious about it. 

Blinking at him, you took a minute to process what he had just told you, your eyes scanned his features for the telltale signs of a lie, or at least any signs to indicate that he's joking. Waiting for him to keep talking and tell you that Harvey did in fact call someone who knew a doctor who could do an urgent house call at such short notice and wouldn't ask questions about it. But there was that nervous tick, it was faint but noticeable. 

"Oh no. No, no, and no," you started quickly and shook your head, removing your arm from around his back and placed the palm of your hand against his shoulder, pushing yourself away from him. Stumbling to the side you somehow managed to get yourself free from James's iron grip. "I know exactly what that means. If I wanted someone who is medically uncertified to root around my insides to get a damn bullet out, then I would have asked you or Harvey to do it for me." James shot a hand out towards you with lightning fast reflexes, his fingers snagging your upper arm to keep you from toppling over onto the dark brown wooden floor beneath your feet. 

"Stop being so bloody stubborn! I am not going to perform or let anyone else who isn't a qualified doctor perform any sort of surgery on you, and potentially get you killed!" He snapped back a bit too harshly without meaning to. You swayed on the spot, staring at him for the longest time, your lips parted as if you were going to say something in response. You wanted to, god knows you wanted to say *something*, but you didn't know what you could say without making him yell even more. 

Of course, you knew that he didn't mean to yell at you like that. That he was only worried about your well-being, worried about getting hurt even more so than you are now or worse, killed. However, this had been the first time in a very long time James had snapped at you, and it had to have happened at the worst time. 

"I didn't mean to yell at you," he said slowly as some kind of emotion flashed across his usually emotionless face, but it was far too quick for you to catch.

"It's fine. I get it, Jim." James watched wide-eyed as you pulled your arm out of his hand, causing you to stumble over your feet as you took a step backwards on shaking legs. You could feel everyone's eyes on you and all you wanted to do was to hide from them and sort this whole thing out yourself. Hurt was clear in your voice like a sparkling diamond set out in the sun as you spoke. "It's fine," you assured him, turning away, so you could move the rest of the way towards the couch on your own. Your vision was starting to blur and melt together, you blinked a few times to clear your fuzzy vision. 

You went to take another step towards the blurring couch, repeatedly blinking to keep your vision in focus when all of a sudden it seemed as if the coffee table and the floor raised upwards to meet you, twisting and distorting for the briefest moment before settling on its side. From both corners of the room you could hear at the very least two people calling out your name, followed by the loud and unmistakable thud of your body hitting the glass surface of the coffee table and then the floor. Which was then followed closely by the sound of a million shards of glass shattering and tumbling across the hardwood floor, echoing around you, so loudly it seemed to drown out the sounds of people yelling for you to open your eyes and to keep them open. 

After what appeared to be a few seconds, you could feel the electric buzz of pain ripple through you, causing your mind to jolt out of the darkness and quietness that had all but consumed your consciousness. The room blared dizzyingly back to life around you, the two deep voices of James and Harvey mixed together with the high-pitched frantic voice of the woman that you forgot to get the name of. You couldn't make out a single word either of them were saying to you. 

"Ugh," you groaned out and moved your hand to your shoulder where you felt a dull pulsating pain hammer and throb across your skin. Your fingers barely brushed over the soft fabric that's wrapped securely around your shoulder, but not hard enough to cut off blood flow. Someone grabbed your forearm and yanked your hand away from the bandage, holding it down tightly to some kind of slightly scratchy, yet soft fabric. 

You finally managed to pry your eyes open to find that everything was blurry, the lights hanging above you didn't help much either. However, you could make out Harvey and James hovering over you, but their expressions were something you couldn't make out. 

"Can one of you please hold her down?!" The female demanded snappily with a slight hint of panic evident in her voice as you moved to get up from your warm, cushiony spot. She spoke again as you were inevitably pushed back into the cushions of what you assumed to be the now bloodied couch. "I have a hold of the bullet. If she moves I might lose it, or make things worse for her.”

You didn't like the idea of that and let out a yelp as two sets of strong hands fell down to your shoulders and pushed you further into the cushions. You assumed that they belonged to James and Harvey since they're the only two men in the apartment. Harvey moved his arms from your shoulder and down to your arm, like he was trying to get a better hold of you. James did the same, both of their holds on you tightening, as if they were putting all of their weight into keeping you down while the doctor got to work. 

"H - ow!" You let out an inhuman screech as the woman ripped the long forceps and brass bullet out of your side. Warm, sticky blood trickled down your skin as the bullet was removed. After, the pain was red-hot as it pulsed through you, you felt as if your flesh was burning because of the quick and simple action. 

Harvey and James let go of your arms, their shoulders shooting straight up to their ears as the screech bounced around the quiet room. The woman even placed her hands over her own ears as she stared at you, taken back by the sudden noise. It almost sounded as if you were an ancient dinosaur. "Keep a hold of her arms, and for the love of god keep her still. I need to suture the wound up," the woman told them with authority in her voice - she had clearly taken over the situation. All you wanted to do was to roll over and clutch your throbbing side in your hands, but that was out of the question.

By the time James and Harvey had their hands back on your arms, putting all their weight into it, you had your vision back. James had a stony look on his features, something he had mastered while in the army. While Harvey looked as if he was cringing at everything that is happening to you, most likely picturing himself in your situation. You let out a deep, heavy and shaky breath of air, your eyes darting around the room to find something to keep yourself occupied, to keep your mind from the pain.

"Oh god," you whimpered, you could feel Harvey's thumb rub over the skin of your arm soothingly. You hated to admit it but in a way Harvey had become a brother of sorts to you, a little like a father figure as well, you supposed.

"Okay, I just need to clean the wound, and then suture it, and then I'll bandage it all up." The woman told you in a soft, somewhat calming voice. However, it did nothing to calm your nerves. “Alright?” Like it was any good asking you that question, she was going to do it anyway, and you had no choice in the matter. Unless you wanted to die, which you didn’t. 

Bobbing your head in acknowledgement to the doctor’s rhetorical question, all the worries about the woman who is currently taking care of your wounds being completely unqualified or even a doctor to the gangs of Gotham now forgotten about. She seemed to know what she was doing, at least you could give her credit for that. She hesitated for a minute, before pouring a bit of Hydrogen Peroxide onto a cloth and rubbed it over the wound to prevent it from getting infected. "It might make the healing process slow, but it'll do you some good." The doctor said to no one in particular, but that didn't stop you from mentally taking note of it. 

To you, it felt like the deepest and darkest form of torture and that the devil himself was pressing a burning hot poker against your side. You pressed your lips together into a tight thin line and tried to roll onto your side as if to shield the bullet hole in your side. Tried being the key word since you were roughly pulled back into place by none other than Harvey who gave you a nervous smile, that did nothing to ease the nerves that started to rise up in the pit of your stomach. "I'm sorry [Y/N]. It's for your own good," he told you without hesitation. 

You couldn't bring yourself to believe a word of what he said. If something this painful was for someone's own good then you can honestly say, with your hand on your heart, that you never wanted it to happen ever again.

"Is it over yet?" Laughing nervously, looking up at Harvey and James with pleading eyes. 

"Not yet." James answered in return, his eyes never leaving the doctor as she carefully threaded the plastic surgical line through the needle they've brought with them to do the job. The next painful thing to happen was the feel of a pointed needle being pushed in and out of your tender skin. All you could do was let out a low whimpering sound, trying to find something that you could hold onto tightly for comfort but all you could curl your fingers around was the thick fabric under yourself. 

Luckily, however, it didn't take too long for the doctor to do the sutures. She actually worked really fast and didn't mess up a single stitch. The woman was quick to put the bandage over your bullet wound too. 

"Yeah, I don't plan on taking any more bullets that are meant for my brother. Thanks for your concern though." You joked. 

The woman looked from you and then to your brother, raising a questioning brow at the two of you. "Neither of you get shot like this again or otherwise. I don't want to make another house call for something worse because the Gordon siblings can't keep themselves out of trouble." Harvey snorted out a laugh and clapped James on the back. Perhaps he wasn't as mad at James as you previously thought that night, but that didn't really matter to you right now. 

The doctor said her goodbyes to you and James, telling him to keep an eye on you because you've lost a lot of blood. Like she could steal bags of blood from the hospital she worked in as if it was nothing, like she had done it plenty of times before in the past without getting caught or questioned. Harvey also left with the woman to take her back home, whether it was back to his place or hers you didn't quite care to ask. Not really wanting to know the specifics and honestly if he told you too much information about her, you were afraid it would break the illusion that you made up about her. 

Once they were gone you managed to push yourself up into a sitting position. James had gone to find the pyjamas that you left there when you last visited and stayed the night, so you could get out of your bloody clothes. Although your blouse was pretty much useless now because they had to cut it off to be able to take care of you. Not that you cared about it, you hated the blouse anyway. "How are you feeling?" James asked suddenly. You hadn't noticed that he had joined you and was now sitting beside you with his hands held out in your direction, holding your pyjama's out for you. 

You could see the smallest hint of a smile on his lips, a hopeful one. You hummed out a quiet thank you as you took the pyjama from him, carefully nodding your head "I feel... Less like I got shot and more like the devil himself is using a burning hot poker to stab me." You laughed out shortly, leaning into him and nudged his shoulder with your, wincing at the pain that fluttered through you. 

A light-hearted chuckle came from beside you, James seemed to be relieved that you're joking about it. "I am sorry for putting you through that." You moved to get up, however the movement was slow, and in the end James helped you up by giving you a push.

"Considering I took two bullets for you and saved your ass, I think we're even." You told him cockily and walked a small distance from the couch. James turned on the couch the best he could so his back was to you. 

"Oh, you saved my ass?" He asked in a cheerful voice. James was looking to the floor, finding the remaining shards of glass interesting, to give you privacy while you got into the clothes. You pulled the black spaghetti strap tank top over your head and bit your cheek to keep yourself from moaning in pain. 

"Uh, yes I saved your damn ass from getting shot. However accidental it was," you sassed back, kicking your boots off and watched as they landed on the floor in a heap you got into your shorts quickly. James snorted at you, apparently finding your comment amusing.

He laughed and took a hold of your arm to keep you up right, "right, yeah. You saved my ass," you turned your head to look at him and noticed that he had his eyes closed. 

"If it wasn't for me accidentally getting in the way of the bullets, you'd be shot and probably bleeding out somewhere." You made a face at the bloody trousers that you were wearing in disgust. The doctor was right, you had lost a lot of blood, or at least enough to make it, so you're not in need of a blood transfusion. 

A quietness passed over the eerie living room which soon gave way to awkwardness. The only noises that could be heard were yours and James' breathing, and the sounds of the busy Gotham streets outside the apartment. Your eyes darted towards the open window behind you and James, and then to the front door, both ways for Victor to enter. You needed to call him to tell him that you're fine, he'd be beside himself if you left it any longer, but that would mean you need to get some time alone to be able to talk privately without James over hearing.

"You know you still haven't told me why I couldn't take you back to your place and get a doctor," his voice broke the suffocating silence and nearly made you jump straight into his arms. "Come on [Y/N]," he persisted, nudging your arm with his elbow. 

You were hoping your brother would have forgotten all about it what with everything that had happened or at the very least he wouldn't bring it up at this very moment. But you had to admit, he really did have you cornered. You folded your trousers and placed them on the floor with your boots, staying quiet as you mulled your answer over very carefully. 

"Listen, Jim." you trailed off slowly, thoughtfully, not knowing how to say the next words that you wanted to say. He was going to explode when you told him. He would tell you that you're being stupid and that you need to stop seeing Victor. "It's... Complicated," you shrugged as your eyes darted around the room, looking for some kind of excuse or even some kind of godly intervention to save you or interrupt the conversation. 

"How complicated could it possibly be?" He asked, looking at you for an answer.

"Extremely," you muttered out and moved away from him as he dropped his arms to his side, squinting his eyes at you like he was trying to figure out a riddle.

“You’re hiding something,” he decided.

"Pfft, What?" You asked anxiously. "No," you said a little too quickly and clenched your jaw at his accusation. 

"What is it?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest once more like your father used to do when the two of you got into trouble for something. Fuck.

Tag list;  @elasmo-branchii​, @nheirei, @the-ramblings, @milly-louise

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[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Chapter 12

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kax/female!Reader

Summary: a prison heist

Note: so 2 things, 1 - the song is this chapter is ‘Bulletproof Heart’ by My Chemical Romance and 2 - finally a kiss!  maybe not exactly the kiss thats expected but its where they’re at for now

Taglist: @mcntsee​ @amwitherspoon​

              Kaz was able to catch sight of the carriage as it was pulling out of the gate.  He and Mal took off running after it, Kaz screaming Y/N’s name.  He dropped the cane, running as fast as he could, desperate to catch her.  Mal dropped back before Kaz did, bending over panting.  Kaz kept running, ignoring the hellacious pain in his bad leg.  He ran until his leg gave out on him and he landed face first in the frosted grass.  He screamed out his rage, punching the hard ground as he sat up.  Mal came over and tried to help him stand but Kaz pulled away, collapsing to his hands and knees, retching on the grass.  He wasn’t sure if it was because he was disgusted at the touch of another or if he was disgusted at himself for doing this to her.  When they got to the prison if someone recognized her and sent word to the Darkling he would come for her.  He would try to use her and if he couldn’t, he would kill her. Kaz finally got to his feet and accepted his cane from Mal.  

              “I’m going after her,” he said, starting to limp back to camp.  

              “I know, we can’t send a squad, we’d never get in, but, maybe a few thieves could get in,” Mal responded.  “I’ll gather some supplies and go track the carriage, make sure of their destination.  If it is Sarkoff’s prison we have a few people in there, we can send 3 more at the guard changing at the end of the month but not before then.  Get planning.”  

              “The end of the month?  She could be dead by then!” Kaz said.  Mal stopped.

              “You need to calm down and think with your head Brekker, you know that she wouldn’t want you running in there half-assed and getting yourself killed.  Come up with 2 other team members and a plan and we will get you in there and you will get her back here safe.  I know you will,” he said.  Mal walked off then towards his own tent while Kaz went to find the Dregs.  

              He found his crew around a table eating and he fell to sit on a bench.  They all looked at him and paled.  They had probably never seen him like this.  He was wet from the frost, bloody from his fall, and looked murderous.  

              “What happened?” Jesper asked.  

              “The fucking Dime Lions took her, prison in the south…” he started.

              “Sarkoff’s?” Inej asked.  Kaz nodded.  

              “I need a team, I need to get her back.  If the Darkling finds out she’s there he will kill her, I cannot lose someone else I love, I can’t lose her like I lost…my brother…I can’t” Kaz said, eyes glazing over, memories washing over him.  He knew he must terrifying them.  He was Kaz Brekker, he kept his calm no matter what, if he lost his head that meant the end of the world and for Kaz this very much felt like the end of the world.  

              “I’ve been there as a guard to keep an eye on things,” Inej said.  “I can help with the plan, we will get papers for the guard transfer at the end of the month. We need one more person to go with us.” Jesper stepped forward.

              “Y/N is my best friend now, sorry everyone else here, so like hell I’m not going to break her out of prison,” he said.  Inej nodded.

              “Kaz, can you keep your head to do this?  Get it together,” Inej said.  Kaz took a breath and closed his eyes.  When they opened he was alright again, the old Kaz was back and he was ready to formulate their plan.

              Y/N sure how long she had actually been in this prison, every day was exactly the same.  They days were spent with her hands cuffed to the ceiling and beatings were given when she wouldn’t reveal anything about the resistance.  If she did say anything she sent them on wild goose chases and those beatings were especially savage.  In the evening they paraded her out on a stage, cuffed at the hands and feet, pelting her with fruit and trying to get her to sing.  Someone had revealed she liked to write songs and it became a daily occurrence to mock her into singing.  

              She saw the full moon one night through the small cell window and knew it must be the beginning of the month.  New guards, lovely, more people to torment her and mock her.  She sighed as the evening drew near, straining to breath after the strangling someone had give her earlier.  She missed Kaz, every night she dreamed about him, just holding his hand or being in the stream again, in the day she went over every interaction they had had since they met nearly six months ago.  How did she go from being alone and feeling trapped to being in love and free in six months?  She marveled at what Kaz had done for her and she hoped one day she would see him again.

              The evening guard entered her cell, laughing about the upcoming ‘performance’ she was going to give.  They uncuffed her from the ceiling and led her out to the rec hall.  They entered and tossed her on the set of boxes they made as a ‘stage’ and started hooting and hollering at her.  She was looking towards the guards’ room where the keys were hanging desperately trying to think of a way to get to them.  There was always a guard in there on duty and one standing by the door as watch.  With the cuffs she couldn’t hope to get past them both and she sighed.  She was knocked over suddenly by a metal cup thrown at her shoulder.  She pushed herself up on her knees and looked towards the door that led to the cells and there he was.  Kaz.  Their eyes met and she nearly cried in relief.  Jesper and Inej flanked him, all three dressed like guards, Inej whispering to him and motioning towards the guards’ room.  He looked intently at her and she realized they needed a distraction to lure the guard at the door away, just for a minute.  She nodded and slowly stood.  

              “You want a song you fuckers?” she yelled out at the guards.  They all stopped, now waiting for what she would do next, thinking they had finally wore her down into performing something.  This would be good, if she was willing to embarrass herself like this maybe she would start giving them information.

              “Sing bitch!” one guard yelled and they laughed.  She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

“Gravity don't mean too much to me I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you

Run away like it was yesterday And we could run away If we could run away Run away from here”

           The guard by the door laughed as she started singing and called into the room, probably telling the other guard he was leaving to join the others.  He stepped forward into the fray of people who were yelling at her, calling out the most heinous things they could think of.  But she wasn’t listening.  This was the song she wrote for Kaz and right now she was singing for him and no one else.  

“I gotta bulletproof heart You gotta hollow point smile”

           Inej had been meant to stand guard at the door but as soon as Kaz heard that line he stopped and stared at Y/N.  This was the song she was working on, for him.  He looked to Inej who seemed to understand that something was going on right now.

           “Stand guard, I’ll be able to search for her keys faster,” she said, leaving him at the door.  Kaz stood and listened at the song continued, waiting impatiently as Jesper dispatched the guard and Inej found what she needed.  After about a minute they both reappeared and started working back to the door to the cells. Y/N really turned up the energy to keep the guards distracted.  Jepser and Inej slipped out first and Kaz took one more Y/N before they disappeared into the hall.  

           “You two find the laundry room and make sure we can get out that way as planned,” Kaz said.  “I’ll wait by her cell until after the lights out bed check and then get her.”  They all nodded and went their separate ways.

           Kaz settled himself in an alcove by her cell, just big enough for a couple people to fit in, and waited.  After about an hour she was brought back to the cell and chained again to the ceiling. Kaz felt his blood raging in his veins. She looked thinner, dirty, she had been beaten and he wanted to kill everyone who had hurt her in the last month. The guards left and he still had to wait.  Finally, the guards called lights out down the corridor and checked her cell before walking by.  After they disappeared through the door Kaz slipped out and opened her cell.  She looked up at and he could tell she was relieved to see him but still terrified.  He hurried over and undid her cuffs.  She collapsed to the ground and he offered her his hand.  Once she was up they headed out of the cell and he locked it again.  They were shooting down hallways towards the laundry room when he heard guards coming.  They were still in the cells and there was alcoves like the one by hers around so he gently pushed her to the wall of one and stood silently in front of her, facing the wall.  In the dark hopefully the black guards’ uniform would keep them shadowed there.  He noticed then that she was completely flat against the wall, hands pressed to it hard, holding her breath so that he body didn’t touch his.  He looked down at her, marveling at how she was bruised, bloody, and scared, but she still was conscious of him and his needs.  He could see that she was shaking a little, scared of being caught and he knew he needed calm her down somehow, any noise she made may draw attention to them.  He looked at her and did the only thing he could think of, something he had wanted to do for a long time actually.  He leaned forward silently and pressed his lips to her forehead.   Y/N instantly stilled.

             Kas Brekker was kissing her.   Y/N felt his lips on her forehead, only for a few moments, but it was enough to draw her focus to just that feeling.  His lips had been soft and warm, something she didn’t expect from him, but she shouldn’t be surprised, he wasn’t as hard and cold as he seemed to everyone else. She froze in place, reminiscing and storing the memory of his kiss inside her heart.  It was just enough time for the guards to leave the corridor and for them to move again.  They arrived at the laundry room where Jesper was waiting.  

           “Where’s Inej?” Kaz asked while Y/N hugged Jesper.  She was so happy to see her friend again, and so grateful they had come for her.

           “She went through the vent to open the guards’ door on the other side,” he said.

           “People tried to sneak out of the laundry room all the time, they added a second room to check for escapees,” Y/N explained, voice hoarse.  She looked at Kaz and saw that he was upset by her appearance.  She smiled at him, completely forgetting how much her face hurt from the bruising.  He was with her again and that was all she needed right now.  

           Inej soon opened the door to the laundry room and then to the outside. They were able to slide through a gate that had been opened for them, closing and locking it again as they jumped into a waiting carriage that Mal was driving.  He took off into the night back to the encampment.   Y/N didn’t mean to but she was so tired from her experience that she instantly fell asleep the moment she was safe, head falling to Kaz’s shoulder.

           Kaz felt her head on his shoulder and was shocked to find that he didn’t feel much.  The feeling of something being off was less this time, he barely noticed it.  What he felt was relief, and complete.  For the whole month she had been gone he had spent every moment feeling like something was missing.  It was a similar feeling to how he felt after he had climbed on the docks and left Jordie behind.  It had taken years for that feeling to go away and he didn’t want to relive it again. Inej and Jesper looked surprised that he was letting her lean to him.

           “Are you alright?” Inej asked.  He nodded.

           “I know you noticed that something’s wrong with me,” Kaz said.  “With her, its not as bad.”  

           “And maybe love is the reason whyyyy,” Jesper sang out, mimicking the love song that Y/N had sang on their first night at camp.  Kaz glared at him but couldn’t completely hide the amusement from his eyes.  

           “You know she is the only safe from my cane Jesper,” he said, grabbing it from the seat where he’d left it and thumping Jesper in the shoulder with it.

           “That’s just rude,” his friend said, lifting his arm and letting it fall useless to his side.  “Its going to take forever for it to start working again.”  Inej laughed and Kaz smirked a little, leaning his head back on the seat and feeling at peace for the time.

#six of crows #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kazbrekker #kaz #unexpected allies series

[iwaisa]

class 1-a boys kissing their crush for a tiktok

pairings: kirishima, sero, and todoroki x gender neutral reader

warnings: mild swearing, a lil suggestive, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: this wasn’t a request, but it just happened to pop into my head and i got really excited :D

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

► now shuffling...

he has tiktok but he never posts anything

he likes watching art and cooking videos

it soothes him and it inspires him to be productive

one day he’s laying in his bed scrolling through the endless stream of videos

there’s a little break in the cooking videos and he sees one person standing alone in a room

he’s about to scroll until he reads the text at the top

“kissing my best friend”

he’s about to scroll x2 but he decides to watch where this is going

he just wants to know how to kiss you because he’s been thinking about it since the beginning

the door opens and another person comes in

they’re nearly tackled as the other person throws themself on them and kisses them

the one person mouths something and another text box pops up saying

“i love you”

and he’s like…. damn…. oh to have that be him and you

you definitely don't think kirishima likes you back since he’s so protective of you that you kinda just have to see him as that big brother figure

which he would probably die right on the spot if he heard that

but you only think that because you assume he thinks of himself as a big brother figure

but you two are basically inseparable

always doing homework together

you sit next to each other in class

and you always help him whenever he gets in a really bad mood

it's the last day of class before summer break and the class is going on a trip to the beach

you’re sitting in the way back of the car with him and since the trip takes 2 hours you fall asleep on his shoulder

he’s so not ready for what he’s about to do

the class finally gets there and everyone begins to take off their clothes to go to the ocean

you slip off your clothes to reveal a pastel red swimsuit

good job. you killed him.

look, he’s dead now. you’re so hot that you killed him and he’s foaming at the mouth.

you catch him staring with his jaw hanging open and you laugh waving your hand in front of his face

he decides its now or never

but he’s also sweating bullets because this could go two ways

1. you return the kiss and both have the times of your lives

or 2. you don't like him like that and then the rest of the day is awful and your relationship is ruined forever

he shakes his head and tries not to think too much into it as he goes to prop his phone up

you’re waiting to see which dance he’s doing

he starts the video and jogs back to you and tells you to hop into his arms bridal style

you do, and now he’s spinning you

you hop out of his arms and both of you throw up peace signs

he takes a deep breath before slipping his hand into yours

you turn to face him and he pulls you close so your bodies are pressing together

he mumbles a quick “i really like you,” before pecking your lips

he sprints to post the video and you’re just stunned

he’s holding his phone as he turns around and sees you staring at him

uh oh, time for negative thoughts 😀👍👍

he slowly comes towards you asking if that was okay

you squeal and run towards him planting a giant smooch on his cheek

“s-so you like me back?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

“hah. right. so,,, will you please be my s/o?”

he can't ask anything without adding please because he thinks its manly

you nod while grinning and he pecks your lips again before taking your hand and running to the ocean

it wasn’t until the class got back to the dorms when he noticed his video got thousands of likes with people calling you two cute in the comments

ANOTHER BABIE 🥺🥺

on your first day at U.A., sero was the one to help you get accustomed

he showed you around the school, helped you with homework (if it was something he could understand because if not then you needed bakugou there too)

he helped you find your dorm

he even helped you move furniture into your dorm

he always complimented you and your quirk and you did the same

you noticed that he tended to shy away from talking about his quirk

until you asked him about it

“i just… don't like my elbows”

“what?? i think they’re awesome! honestly they’re kind of cute”

did he? hear you right?? did you just call his elbows cute?

damn. he straight up just fell in love with you.

for someone to compliment the part of him he was most self conscious about is HUGE for him

from that point on he trusts you with his life

he's also basically like a puppy trailing you everywhere

he's in puppy love 🥺🥺

him and kaminari are hanging out in sero’s dorm

sero’s on his hammock using the foot he has sticking out to push him back and forth

kaminari is on sero’s bed leaning against the wall until he jumps up and excitedly talks about this tiktok he just found

sero isn't all that familiar with tiktok, and he's just like ‘if y/n has it then i'll get it!’

kaminari gives sero his phone so he can see exactly what he got so excited by

he watches as two people run around in a field of tall grass while smiling and laughing

at first, he's like, kaminari… are you trying to make me jealous of two people i don't even know?

but then he continues watching as one person tackles the other

and now they’re both laying on the ground, one person on top of another

said person on the top leans down and captures the other in a kiss

sero feels his face getting hot when his mind goes to you

“uh… what are you trying to tell me?”

“what i’m saying is, you need to confess to y/n. like right now.”

sero just nods, but wonders if he could do a video like that

the next day sero asks if he can meet you at a certain address and you accept because just like sero, you would do anything for him

you plug the address into your maps app and realize that it’s a hill with a cherry blossom tree atop

you feel the pink tint in your cheeks and ears continuing to grow as you visualize sero confessing to you on top of that hill

as you make your way up the hill, you can see sero clad in nice dress pants and a half sleeved button up, showing off his elbows

you blush as you notice how formal he is, before looking down at yourself

he notices you and waves you over with his signature grin

you two stare at each other for a while before he pulls his phone out of his pocket

“i want to do something with you”

you nod as you watch him set up his camera

the countdown starts and sero waves to the camera awkwardly

he asks you to stand back, and as you do, sero shoots his tape into the tree and begins to climb up

it takes a few seconds for him to get into an upside down spider-man position, and when he does he asks you to come forward

you take a tiny step towards sero, who’s hair is now falling due to gravity

he looks like such a dork 🥺🥺

hes giving you a giant goofy grin as he says “i’m getting kinda light-headed, so can you please let me kiss you?”

you nod and bend forward as you take his face in your hands

due to your position, it's an awkward first kiss

both your eyes are staring directly at each others’ necks, and you aren’t exactly able to coordinate when to move your lips against each others’

he pulls away a few seconds after the video ends

but before he can say anything, the branch snaps and he comes falling down

you yelped as he landed on his back, rubbing his head

he smiles up at you sheepishly

“sorry for the failed first kiss…”

you shake your head, sitting next to him

“i wouldn't have wanted it any other way”

you grab his face and connect your lips with his, this time more desperate

“did i tell you that i’ve been in love with you since day one?”

you plopped your head on his shoulder and he laughs

“will you please be my s/o, f/n l/n?”

you accept and you two lay down on the grass interlocking hands and watching the clouds

your video went viral because everyone was astounded that someone was able to recreate one of the most iconic scenes in movie history

this man…. has no chill

he also doesn’t have tiktok

“what is a ‘tiktok’”

oh todoroki you beautiful beautiful idiot

you describe tiktok and how you once saw a video of someone clowning endeavor

he never got an app so fast

his first and only video is him flipping off a green screen photo of his dad and nothing else

lmao

uraraka is the one to tell him about the trend

she shows a video to midoriya, iida, and todoroki that shows two people sitting on a couch and it seems that they’re watching a movie together

todoroki and iida assume that they’re dating since they look really close

they don’t even notice the caption that clearly says ‘kissing my best friend challenge’

they’re just kinda bored of it until one person turns to face the other

when they’re both facing each other they just… start making out

like its mutual

and iida and todoroki are still like “why are they posting their make out session on tiktok???”

uraraka has to explain and midoriya is just kinda indifferent about it

a few hours later and the whole class is hanging in the common area

bakugou, sero, kirishima, and sato are in the kitchen making snacks for the movie everyone is about to watch

everyone else is littered around the room - some people on couches, some on the floor, and some just standing around talking

you and todoroki are awkwardly talking and you’re laughing at something that wasn’t really that funny but that’s okay!1!

cuz todoroki wants to see you laugh all the time 🥺

ever since he first saw you he’s always harbored some crush towards you but his childhood trauma and scars keep him back from saying anything

but he’s really so touch starved

he WANTS to be with you and he REALLY wants to kiss you

uraraka catches everyone’s attention and asks todoroki if she can borrow his phone

he questions it before handing it to her

she opens tiktok and tells everyone to just start dancing

she whispers something into todoroki’s ear and he just goes stiff

literally will not move even when the video is going

suddenly he remembers what he’s supposed to do and he very quickly grabs your face and kisses you

remember when i said he has no chill? yeah, cuz he doesn’t.

he just kissed you in front of your whole class

even the four in the kitchen who came out just in time to see you two ‘eating each others’ faces’ as bakugou yelled out

you look at the ground and todoroki just assumes the worst

he asks if he can talk to you and you say yes

so he pulls you to the kitchen and asks if that was okay

you can very faintly hear the concern and worry in his voice and you look into his eyes

“i just didn't know that you liked me back”

he processes this for a moment before giving you a soft smile

“of course i like you, how could i not fall for you?”

with this, you two wrap your arms around each other and stay there for a few moments

then you two kiss again. this time, todoroki is fully aware of the intimate action you two are doing so he accidentally freezes and burns you at the same time

he apologizes and you assure him that it's alright and that the pain will subside

once you two go back to the others everyone starts cheering as they see your interlocked hands

you’re holding his left hand and he's super hot and sweaty

uraraka congratulates you two and hands todoroki his phone

you two watch the video and you convince him to post it

he finally does and that's when you see the endeavor video

you two laugh it off and sit down on the couch to cuddle as the movie begins

the video went viral since he was viral from his last video but most of the comments are saying how pretty he is (which made you jealous but he never goes on tiktok so he assures you it's alright)

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #anime #kirishima x reader #sero x reader #todoroki x reader #eijiro kirishima #hanta sero #shoto todoroki

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Double Heart | Chapter Twenty ~ Haldir

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1650

Warnings: None

A/n Hi! Sorry, I know I’m a day late -- I have family in town so I’m soaking up all the time with them that I can. This one is short (and a lil fluffy/angsty), and this chapter and the next are kind of a rest before we hit the next act of this story! Sooo gear up! I’m excited!!! 

I shut the door behind Orophin and Lavandil.

Cosima flops onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. “That was awful.”

I make a noise of general agreement. I hadn’t expected my brothers to take the news happily, but I didn’t think Rumil would completely shut me out. I have no doubts that he will eventually come around, but his reaction is still distressing.

Cosima raises up on her forearms, looking at me in concern. “Are you okay?”

I nod, making my way towards her bed. “It may take some time, but I know my brothers. All will be well.”

She scoots from the middle to the far side of her bed and pats the space next to her. I accept the invitation, lying on my back at her side. Vaguely, I notice that her bed is much larger and comfier than mine. I turn to tease her about it, try and cheer us both up, but she’s fiddling with her fingers. I guess neither of us is feeling particularly lighthearted at the moment.

“What is it?”

She sighs, staring up at the ceiling rather than at me. I nudge her arm gently, trying to prompt an answer.

She bites her lip. “You’ve said that you can make your own choices, and I get that, but I’ve got to ask—are you sure? You don’t have to stay with me just because you said you wanted to. I know what you’re sacrificing, and you don’t have to—”

I cut her off, kissing her forcefully. She sucks in a breath and I use that to my advantage, drawing her deeper into the kiss. She recovers from her shock quickly though, and slides a hand up my chest in that way I adore and is slowly becoming familiar. I pull away but keep a firm hold on the side of her face. “Please push these thoughts from your mind. Whatever the future holds, I am in it with you. And a future without you? I don’t want it. It would be different, had I never met you, but the Valar blessed me. They brought an impossible woman into my life. And I have no intention of letting her go.”

The sadness in her eyes breaks, replaced with a look of tenderness that I work hard to memorize. I let the hand on the side of her face slide to rest on her hip.

She places a kiss on my jaw, taking her time to respond, aware that she has my complete attention. “If I had to wake up in a different world with no memories, I am immensely glad you were there. Being with you is worth all that I’ve left behind. Even if I did remember it, I would choose you.”

I exhale slowly, basking in her words. I’ve never been vulnerable with someone before — bearing my heart and hoping they don’t crush it — and every time I open my mouth to confess something to Cosima, there’s the fear that she will shut me down, that she won’t return my feelings. But her words just now, as well as her actions from the past few days, help allay my fears.

“It’s getting late,” she breathes, face mere inches from mine. “You could stay the night?”

My hand on her hip tenses. No, I remind myself. I should go back to my room. But the words that come out of my mouth are not what I told myself to say. “I would not be intruding?”

“No,” Cosima smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I would very much like it if you stayed.”

We are both adults. If she wants me to stay and I want me to stay, then there’s no reason to leave. “Then stay, I shall,” I murmur, dropping my lips to press against hers.

She kisses me languidly for a while before her lips shift into a grin. I pull back with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re the one who has to get up and blow out the candles,” she declares, her tone full of mirth. “That’s really the only reason I asked you to stay.”

I snort, but push myself off the bed, headed for the first candle I see. “I knew it couldn’t be because you love me. That’s too easy.”

“And pull the curtains,” she adds, lifting the duvet so she can crawl underneath it. I watch her slide her eyes shut, smile still spread over her face as she tries not to laugh.

Cosima and I have slept in each other’s company before, and we will do so again for the three weeks of our journey to Lothlórien. But I can’t shake the feeling that this is completely different. It will be the two of us alone, in a bedroom, when we have acknowledged our feelings for each other.

But despite the nerves and the gravity of the situation, it feels completely natural to spend the night with Cosima. I long for her presence during the day, and the night is no different.

And with precious little time together, shouldn’t I seize on every moment?

I blow out the candle nearest to me. It darkens the shadows in the room. I extinguish the remaining candles, close the curtains, and then return to the bed. Cosima has thrown the covers back on what I suppose is my side, making it easy for me to climb in next to her. After the slightest moment of hesitation, I do so. I reach for her, wrap my arms around her and cross them over her stomach, then pull her against my chest. It reminds me of a variation on what I did our very first day of training, an action that caused me no small amount of distress. But now it seems there is no limit to the ways I can hold her, and I plan to explore them all.

Cosima chuckles, evidently pleased with this development. “You remembered the human way.”

“I am capable of adapting,” I respond, dropping my face into her neck.

Her laugh turns into a sigh when I begin a trail of kisses there. “I have a question.”

I hum, continuing my pattern. “Yes, my love?”

She pauses to beam at the phrase. When she speaks, the smile is still in her voice. “Rumil asked if we had bonded yet, and then when you said no, he said there’s still ‘time’. What did he mean by that?”

My lips freeze against her neck. I sigh, shifting to lie on my side and pressing on her shoulder so she’ll turn to face me. I figured we would need to have this conversation at some point, but I hadn’t counted on now. And it’s not the potential for awkwardness that makes me wish I could keep my mouth shut — no, we could get past that — it’s the fear that, once she knows there’s still technically a step we have to take in order for my soul to perish once hers leaves me, that she will end this.

But it is not right to withhold information from her so, with another deep breath, I explain. “He was talking about the bonding of the fæs — in the literal sense. But I love you, I am committed to you, and nothing can change that, so Rumil’s whole notion of ‘time’ doesn’t really apply here.”

Her eyes narrow as she zeroes in on exactly what I’m careening around. “Say there’s some wiggle room.”

“There’s not.”

“But if there were,” she presses, obviously not interested in letting this go.

I sigh. “Traditionally, elves have used sex as a way to facilitate the spiritual bonding of the fæs. That’s what constitutes an elven wedding — that’s what represents and solidifies the commitment. Since we have not had sex, Rumil thinks our fæs are not bonded, so there is time to break the commitment between us without it affecting me.”

She sits up, opening her mouth to comment.

I hurry to sit up as well and cut off her words before she can take this idea and run with it. “But our situation is different. The whole concept of the fæs bonding is not a blanket statement that covers every relationship — there is a lot of choice involved, we are not without agency. And I have chosen.”

She smiles somewhat sadly, letting her fingers drum over my knee. “I wish I was an easier choice.”

I catch her hand in mine. “I quite like where my choices have led me.”

She leans against me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you.” She shifts, lying down and tugging on my arm to pull me with her. “Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

I stretch out behind her, then twist the strands of her hair through my fingers. She’s silent, and I worry that, despite my efforts to reassure her, she’s still sad. I know she can’t help it, but I wish that we could leave all this struggle and moroseness behind. In my view, the future is set, my path is clear. Struggling over what that means will not halt the end, nor change it, so we shouldn’t waste time worrying over it. We should prepare how we can and then enjoy our lives together.

Cosima tucks her head into my neck and tangles one of her legs through mine. The action — so unexpected yet so natural — gives me hope that, soon, she and I can fall into a life together. Maybe Lothlórien is the key. Maybe once she can clearly see what our future looks like — a home, friendships, family, meals together at the end of a long day, exploring Lothlórien’s extensive forests and blue-green lakes, festivals, sunrises, all the wonderful things about my home, our home, she can allow herself to be happy.

And I will do everything I can to help her get there.

A/n Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always so appreciated! Also, I think I made EVERYONE sad with that last chapter, I’m so sorry. But I LOVE that we all collectively love Rumil and want him to be happy forever, right? Soooo, c’mon, hit me with some happy Rumil headcannons <3

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