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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Toji fushiguro x F! Reader

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CW - gun play, overstimulation, Oral (F Receiving), DUBCON/NONSPOKENCONSENT, creampie, squirting n creamin, toji being a bully

Not proofread - Secret agent au

Part 2

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"Strip."

You glared at him through your lashes, holding one arm as you contemplated everything.

You were your agency's best spy. But somehow your opposing team had hired him. Fushiguro Toji. A skilled 'hitman'. If the money was good he'd do the job without question. They had sent him after you when you were doing patrol and you basically fell into his traps and soon enough there was a white cloth over you mouth and you got very sleepy.

Now you were here. In some big looking hotel room with Toji sat on the bed in front of you.

"Excuse me?"

Toji sighed

"You're not dumb y/n. Take off your clothes."

Your brows narrowed.

"You think I'd really obey your commands?"

Toji got up, towering over you with ease.

"I've been pretty kind to you but don't push it. I could make your death look like an accident if I wanted." Toji told you coolly. "They want you at their headquarters alive but I need to search you. Cooperate."

You held your breath, watching as toji sat back on the bed.

He raised his brows slightly. You took a deep breath.

Let's just get this over with...besides. my team'll look for me.

You reluctantly peeled off your jacket, letting it slip to the floor, making toji relax slightly.

You undid your weapons belt, all the different knives and daggers falling to the floor, making a clinking sound. You contemplated trying to attack him but it was evident on his face that he wasn't in the mood. Besides, he was big and you were just over half his height.

You lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your tank top, then pushing yourself out of your black leggings, your underwear coming into toji's view.

He hummed, making your face heat up.

"There." You murmured.

Toji made a tch sound, getting up and walking behind you, his hands scrunching the material of your tank top.

"You must've forgotten this, him?" He asked, his breath tickling your ear.

Before you could stop him, Toji had already torn the material, pulling it off your body with ease. You shuddered once his hands moved to your hips, massaging your flesh.

"Hey- I don't have anything else on me-" you stammered, trying to stop his hands.

"Not entirely sure about that. " Toji replied, hands moving to your bra clasp.

He undid it with ease, slipping it off your body, making you gasp slightly. You covered your breasts, turning to look at him.

"You're such a pervert!" You yelled, trying to move away from him.

During your efforts, you stumbled over your belt, falling against the bed. By the time you had propped yourself in your elbows, toji was already spreading your legs, positioning himself between them.

"What're you doing?" You questioned, trying to push yourself further up the bed, your attempts failing once Toji held your ankles.

"I need to check one more place." Toji responded, a hand pulling your panties down.

You clamped your eyes shut as he did so, trying to imagine you being anywhere else. However, your eyes opened suddenly when you felt Toji pad at your clit, making you whine.

"Stop! What're you doing-" you whimpered, trying to contain your voice when he began rubbing your sensitive bud with more pressure.

"Just checking."

"You've done enough."

Toji looked up at you with a smirk on his face.

"Well, you're awfully wet down here, y/n. You're making a puddle." He taunted, a finger moving down to your entrance, pushing two thick digits inside of you, holding them up after to show you how much you had drenched his fingers.

"No way -" you murmured.

His fingers moved back to your clit, his other hand pushing into you, making you mewl, your pussy clenching around him hungrily.

"Shit." Toji groaned, eyes locked on the way you hungrily sucked him in.

You whimpered more, your eyes closing as you tried to fend off the pleasure you were receiving.. You weren't supposed to feel good about this but you couldn't help it. His fingers could easily hit that sweet spot you had deep inside you.

Toji halted his movements, causing you to look at him again.

You were about to ask why but you stopped when you saw that smirk.

"Let me go " you huffed, feeling embarrassed. "My team will kill you."

Toji stayed silent before laughing, making you narrow your brows at him.

"What's so funny."

Toji looked over you once more, a hungry look in his eyes. He lifted your legs, pushing them to your chest whilst he positioned himself in front of your heat, his tongue licking over you, making you sigh, your toes curling.

"You believing your team will actually come for you is funny." He sighed, looking up at you before lapping at your slit.

You let out breathy moans, hands moving to clench his hair which Toji undeniably took as a compliment.

"They- they are comingg for me-" you moaned, pulling at his hair harder, your orgasm creeping close.

He stopped his movements, meeting your eyes once more.

"You're dumber than you look." He tutted, his fingers thrusting back into you. "Nobody's coming for you."

You bit back your sounds, unable to hold back your orgasm anymore, letting it wash over you, hot globs of tears falling down your cheeks.

Toji moved away from your heat, wiping your essence from his chin.

"What do you mean.." you weakly asked, your body feeling tired from the orgasm he just put you through.

Toji laughed.

"This was basically your suicide mission. You come from an amazing agency. Ya think they wouldn't know I'd be sent." Toji scoffed, pulling a gun from his waistband, followed by a dagger that he threw to the floor, keeping the gun on the bed side table.

"they've wanted to get rid of you for a while. Why else would they send you alone?"

Your eyes began to sting from this new information, trying to hold back tears.

"you're lying."

Toji scoffed, pulling off his shirt to reveal his well built body, huge scars littered across his body.

"Then why haven't your co workers come, hm? As soon as your body cam got turned off they should've tried finding you," he sighed, pulling down his pants and briefs, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth went dry at the sight. Long and hard was the only thing going through your head, trying to think of anyway to escape it.

Your eyes moved back to his face, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Fuck you. They'll come for me, they will-"

"Shut the fuck up with your blabbering. You look sexy as shit but don't push it." Toji warned, grabbing his gun once more. "Or I'll push a fucking bullet through your pretty little head. Ok?"

You shut up, nodding slightly when he pushed it against your head. However, it was all a distraction that toji used, using the time he had to quickly thrust himself into you, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Toji mentally cursed himself. Your pussy was gonna get him in trouble. Lots of trouble. The first slide was otherworldly. Your cunt hugged him tightly, almost trying to suck the blood out of his dick. He almost came inside you right then and there.

"Now say you'll be a good girl for me." Toji commanded, slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt making it seem like he was letting you get used to his size which was a cover-up of him trying to fend off a mind blowing orgasm that was creeping up.

"I'll.... I'll be a good girl..." You replied, your breath shallow at the feeling of his heavy cock dragging against your fluttering walls.

You had had sex multiple times but it felt like it was your first time all over again with the way toji's dick forcefully stretched you out

"Good...shit, this pussy's so fucking tight. Might have to stretch it out all night so I can fit in here, huh?"

You nodded, your mind going blank at the thought of it, incoherent sentences spilling from your lips as he dug deeper, the head of his cock bulging in your stomach.

Toji's hand snaked around your neck, burying the gun deeper into the side of your head.

"You seem a bit eager for someone who was just betrayed by an agency she swore secrecy to. Were you a slut this whole time?"

You bit your lip needily, legs wrapping around his waist instead, unable to form words whilst your back arched.

Toji chuckled breathlessly,

"so you are just a slutty nympho. 's fine. I'll give you what you want."

You hurriedly nodded, nails digging into his sides as he brought you to your second orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck-toji, gonna cum" you whimpered, nails moving to drag over his chest.

"Hold it." Toji grunted, his pace becoming more rough whilst his grip on your hips tightened.

"Can't-"

"Well, you're gonna fucking hold it or I'll just have to kill you right here n' now." He threatened, tapping the gun against the side of your head.

There was no way you were gonna hold it. Toji was fucking you so good. Too good. It wasn't long before your body betrayed you and went tense finally letting go, your walls milking him tightly while you cried in pleasure, nails raking over his built stomach, breaking flesh.

Toji suddenly stopped moving. Looking over your face with a displeased expression.

"Couldn't fucking hold it, could ya?"

More tears stained your cheeks, looking away from him. Toji grabbed your chin roughly, pulling out of you after, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

Toji moved the gun from the side of your head to your trembling lips, tapping it against you, smirking at the sight of your terrified expression before sighing, lowering the gun further until he met your leaking entrance, lubricating the gun with your slick before pushing it into you, making you moan on surprise, trying to move away from him desperately.

"I'll pity you, pretty girl. There's one bullet in here.." toji hummed, his finger teasing the trigger. "But because you disobeyed me."

Your eyes clamped shut when he suddenly pressed down, only a small sound coming from his hand gun, a hint of disappointment on toji's face.

"You're a lucky slut." Toji commented, thrusting the gun in and out of you, his dick twitching at the sounds of your whimpers and your now uncontrollable sobs. "But since you wanted to cum so bad then I wanna see you do it around my gun."

Your pleads for him to stop went unheard. It was different from when he was inside you. The gun was rigid and the roughness scraped against your walls. But you found yourself bucking against it, wanting it to angle deep and hit that spot toji had found so easily.

"Such a fucking whore." Toji mumbled, picking up the pace of his thrusts whilst his other hand moved to fist against his cock, groaning in pleasure at the sight of you.

"Toji Please-" you begged, feeling your stomach tighten harder. "I can't hold it-"

Toji just hummed as if he was listening, pushing his gun deeper inside you, earning himself more moans and whimpers from you.

"Since you're being more honest," Toji sighed, picking up the pace, your eyes clamping shut once more. "You can cum."

The tension in your stomach practically exploded as you came around him hard your pussy gushing with arousal as toji chuckled lowly, rubbing your clit harder, watching as more spurts of squirt came out of you.

"Fucking slut...guess it's expected that you'd like getting fucked with something like this," Toji cursed, pulling his gun out of you before raising it to your lips, forcing it past your slightly opened lips. "Clean it."

You didn't disobey him this time, instead licking the outside of the gun quickly, trying your best to clean it. Toji took it out of your mouth finally, letting it rest against the side of your head as he bottomed out, making you scream in pleasure at the return of that oh so sweet stretch.

"Shit. Feels like you've gotten tighter down here-" he gasped, pushing the gun closer against you, making you mewl, hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Toji didn't waste any more time, pounding his cock deep inside of you, earning loud moans from your swollen lips.

"Please, toji! Slow down, Please-" you whined, more tears falling down your puffy cheeks. You were still so sensitive, scared that you'd cum again with just a few more thrusts.

"Quit your fuckin' whining." Toji grunted, enjoying the way you tightened around him. "You act like a slut, you get fucked like one. Now quit squirmin'"

You moaned harder when toji suddenly grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder whilst he aimed at a different spot, more hot globs of tears falling from your eyes.

"Toji- cant- fuck I'm gonna cum" you cried, your back arching up towards him as you tried desperately to move away from the rushed feeling.

"Fucking. Hold. Still." Toji groaned, voicing each word with a deep thrust.

That did it for you, you came around him again, squirting against his abdomen whilst your hole continued to milk him needily, your eyes almost rolling back at the euphoric pleasure.

"Toji, toji, Toji-!" You cried, feeling his thumb move to rub against your clit once more. "Can't take anymore,"

"Shut the fuck up-" Toji cursed, panting heavily at the feeling of you clamping around him. "Gonna cum inside this slutty cunt."

You shook your head and toji decided to remind you of the presence of his weapon, digging it against your temple, shutting you up once more, only choked moans and more cries of pleasure leaving you.

"Shit, shit, shit-" toji hissed, his hips slamming into you with more need. "Gonna cum- gonna fill you up,"

After a few more fuelled thrusts, toji lightly stuttered in his movements, his head lightly tipping back as he emptied himself into you. That action alone had you cumming uncontrollably again, soaking both you and toji this time. Toji let you both ride out your highs, lightly rocking his hips into you before pulling out, his dick coated in a mixture of his and your cum.

Your eyes fluttered shut, resting against the sheets that were now sticking to your sweat covered body, shivering lightly once you felt Toji pushing his cum back into your leaking hole.

Toji let his eyes wander over you, a part of him not wanting to take you to the rivalling headquarters but he knew he'd see more of you anyways.

You on the other hand didn't know how much time had passed. You opened your eyes, still inside the hotel room but this time in an oversized black shirt, the sheets changed and you didn't feel sweaty.

Before you could question anything, toji walked back in from what looked like the bathroom, fully clothed this time, something black in his hand.

You froze when he walked to your side, a small smirk on his face as he leaned over you, your heart beat picking up the pace.

"Sorry, sweetheart....as much as I had fun last night...business is business."

He then pushed the black cloth against your nose. You struggled against him but it was inevitable. Your body was still so sore from the harsh treatment toji had put on you and eventually you used all your energy, your eyes becoming heavy lidded, forcing you to close them.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure they're easy on you over there..."

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leviathanshusband · 7 months

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has anyone considered doing a mob au! for obey me? bc i think that would be fucking perfect and here are the most basic of my thoughts

Lucifer: the big boss

Diavolo: His closest ally in the underworld

Mammon: the right hand/the thief

Leviathan: hacker, informant, strategist

Satan: head torturer, strategist

Asmo: spy, informant, influencer

Beel: head enforcer

Belphie: head chemist

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imjustheremam · 7 months

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Can you do a Yandere Phobos general headcanon please?

Ok!! Phobos you god complex freak I'm coming for you!!

READ REEAD!!! Warnings: this is a Gender Neutral reader, Obsession, he has God complex, kidnapping, Murder, PDA, Possessive, Manipulation and Forced relationship, Threats, Suggestive things, Forced kissing, Biting, punishment and torture.

PHOBOS

Ok... I honestly hope you die really soon or leave Nevada really soon because good lord this dude is the WORST...

If its You that made this man obsessed with you, I need you leave Nevada and never come back!! But if it's someone else then your lucky...

Phobos is the type of yandere to force his obsession into a relationship even if means he has to break them...

Now remember Phobos has god-complex so this man well makes sure you worship him even if your different....

If your a scientist, agent, soldat, engineer, or an enemy to him... he doesn't give two shits he WILL make you worship him...

He is obsessed with you aswell as possessive with you...

Now he won't stalk you... but...will send his agents and soldats after you and his minions will be questioning there purpose after spying on you...

Poor minions have to deal with phobos stupid obsession and commands...anyway...

If he sees you with your friends, say bye bye because the moment phobos sees them they will be nothing more than food for the crows...

Phobos will send his minions to kill your friends. Oh wait is your friend one his minions...guess what BAM!! They're gone...

Now when phobos had enough of spying on you for too long, he will send his minions to kidnap you. But depending how you act...

...You might get beat up for trying to resist...and Phobos will be angry as fuck...

And yes he will punish them....

Now after the kidnapping, he will keep you very close to him where you belong...

remember Phobos has god complex...yeah he also wants you to give him all the attention and worship him like the God he is...

But if you dare to give one of his scientist like crackpot or other attention he will ruin the moment by just either sending them away or straight killed them right infront of you....

Yea you have no friends...but that o- yea that is not ok...

Anyway if you been a good girl/boy/grunt he will reward you with affection and cuddles, he will even spoil you and probably secretly worship but unnoticed by everyone including you...

Oh but if you don't act like one, he will punish you and punishments are horrible like God damn you won't survive...

Also I need you to kiss him before he grabs you head and kisses you roughly because it's fucking scary and I know it...

He likes to bite you on your shoulder because it's probably the best place for him to show that he owns you and no one else....NO ONE ELSE...

now threats is not even a threat...it's a FACT, if you ever disobeyed him and act like a "bitch" this man will threatened you saying he will punish you and actually will do it... so behave...

Now you be force to be his little goddess, pet, or servant... depending on how you act... but hey atleast he spoils you...if you behave

Ok he will do PDA... like literally... but I don't like to talk about that so were gonna skip it....

Now Manipulation is something else... because it depends on how things go

if he had kidnapped you first, Manipulation won't work on you that much but you being in harms away, his words might persuade you...

Now if it was before he kidnapped you, I believe he would have easily have you wrap around his fingers, even if you work for the enemy he still gonna have it is way why? Because his a G O D

"Don't disobey me... pet/servant, you don't wanna end up like the others...do you?...so be a good pet/servant and obey your god..."

Bonus player and Viewer:

Now you probably know about a few aus about player, except for viewer that a new au I made up...

For Player being a world of madness that has godly powers is too much so this is what I would think of player

Is player(aka you) would have some ability like able to control the main 4 and others like puppets and can use cheat codes...

but even that power can't save you from phobos obsession...

But lucky for player they can control the main 4 and others, making him struggle more and probably would die trying to get to you...

Phobos wouldn't worship you why? Because their can only be one true god here and thats... him

instead he would force you into a relationship even if you disagree... but the relationship his going to be violent one...

Player may be able to use cheat codes but phobos will always get them back

Now Viewer

Despite you being a "God" in their world, your still a fragile human and phobos knows...

He even might try to break the game rules if he has to...

Viewer(aka you, again) isn't from the game we all know but the cartoon series we all know, as their ability is to rewind or go forward like a viewer...

Viewer can pause and move around but can't move the characters in the series...

However, when player pauses the game they can't move only go on menu but, for viewer it's quite the opposite...

But unlike player being called a God, viewer is call a parasite or a unknown entity in their cartoon world...

Now phobos can easily take advantage of viewer because viewer can't fight back...

But phobos would also be enraged, because viewer can just rewind the video and basically not let phobos capture them...

But then again viewers are more weaker and fragile than player, and it takes them like a few minutes or more to pause or rewind the video...

Just like any other phobos he wants you to worship him and force you into a relationship but it would be more of a... crazier than the game version of phobos...

Both phobos are the same but cartoon would be the worst...trust me viewer can fight or do anything so if viewer is trapped and can't use their rewind ability...their fucked...

Yeah now it's time for me to work on one-shot Sanford. I hope you like it if not then sorry to disappoint you buddy... here have a gif:

#madness combat x reader #madness combat headcanons #madcom x reader #madness combat x player #madness combat x viewer #phobos x reader #yandere madness combat #yandere phobos x reader #madness combat phobos x reader #phobos x you #phobos x y/n

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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jakegooglyeyes · 6 months

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Emblem of Roses - 5

Hi, everyone, sorry for the radio silence. I have been dealing with a lot of issues in my life, with both my health and my job. I'm doing better now, so don't worry. I'll try to keep Emblem of Roses updated more regularly from now on. Thank you for everyone's support and patience. Your asks and messages meant a lot to me and they really pulled me through a tough time.

Special thanks to @gyllenhaalstories for countless encouragement and beautiful wishes.

Pairings: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader, Maggie Gyllenhaal x reader (Medieval AU)

Summary: You were content with your quiet life as an illegitimate daughter of the King, hanging out with the maids and learning your craft. All that ended when your father married you to Lord Gyllenhaal, the Usurper, as a peace offering and a hostage.

Word count: 5,400

Warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI , RPF, DUBCON, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, hate to pining, polyamory, slow burn with smut, political marriage, mean!Jake to pining!Jake, cunning!Maggie, kind!reader.

*** Your online experience is your responsibility. You have been warned. If any of these content upsets you, DO NOT READ!!! ***

Divider credit: @/firefly-graphics

"Who are you?"

Lady Maggie's voice turns cold and distant. An immense presence you have never felt corners you like a helpless animal. Your feet grow heavy as though they are chained to the ground. Thousands of thoughts race through your head as you contemplate how to respond to ensure your head will remain on your shoulders. Ultimately, there is no other way but to speak the truth.

"I am the bastard daughter of the King." You try to still yourself, preventing the cracking in your voice.

Relief. In a split moment, that is all you feel, relieved that you no longer have to carry the burden of a lie. You tell them your given name, at which the Lady doesn't seem surprised, leaving you to wonder how much she has learned about you. And for how long.

"It is never my intention to deceive you. The King ordered me to marry Lord Gyllenhaal in the princess' stead. I was not given a choice, my Lord, my Lady." You attempt to look at the Lady in the eyes but quickly avert your gaze.

Lady Maggie eyes you like a hawk, searching for any sign of deception. You don't even want to know what kind of expression is on the Lord's face right now. The silence suffocates you like tangling vines. You hang your head low, making yourself appear as humble as possible. Now, you have said all that you can. Only Gods know if the Lord and Lady Gyllenhaal believe you. If they do not find your answer satisfactory, well, you fear your fate has been sealed.

"And you have no nefarious intentions? Another order by the King, perhaps." The Lady asks, her voice calm but grim. The cold glint of the dagger and the King's command flash through your head. There was indeed another order. One you would never have the courage to obey.

"Never, my Lady. I swear on my life that I never had a single ill intention." You reply, struggling to keep your voice from shaking. Your ears are ringing from the dread so much that you cannot even hear yourself speaking, only your thundering heartbeat. What you said is not a lie. You have no intention of taking anyone's life. You can only hope your nervousness doesn't make you seem guilty.

"No? So you are not spying on us?" The Lady's eyes gleam as she looks upon you with a mocking expression. Or it could have been her disappointment, not that you can discern what she thinks. "Well, I wonder why the Lord's little wife has been dressing as a servant and running all over the place."

As you hear the Lady's inquiry, you feel the life force being sucked out of your limbs. Blood is drained from your knuckles as you tighten your grip on the fabric of your dress. Being cast aside by the Lord has made you careless. You have guessed that the Lady knew all about your activities but were too foolish to realize how incriminating they were.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Lord frowns. It's not just you who are caught off guard. He is also stunned by Lady Maggie's revelation.

"Oh, my dear brother. You truly ought to spend more time with your wife." The Lady's tone is nonchalant, with a drop of sarcasm pointing toward her brother. She is not entirely pleased that her brother sees you as her responsibility.

"Who gave you permission to act freely within our premises?" The Lord demands an answer. His sharp tone and piercing gaze reveal his apparent distrust toward you, making you almost jump from your chair. "Speak!"

"I... I was merely trying to be useful during my presence here. I swear my motives are without malice." Another attempt to diffuse the Lord's hostility seems to be in vain.

In a brief moment, your eyes met with his. The creases between his brows remind you of the first time you saw him. It is the same hatred he always has for the royal family. The Lord's hand never leaves the dagger by his side. And you know, just one wrong word could cost you your insignificant little life.

"Do you truly expect us to believe the words of someone sent here by the King? How can we trust that you are not here to do his bidding?" The Lord questions your pleas. The idea of letting a spy run amok inside these walls makes him regret not being able to just sever your head right now and end all doubts. A quick swing of his blade for peace of mind? It is very tempting.

Ever the diplomat, Lady Maggie interferes after sensing the Lord's mounting thirst for blood. Her hand raises with grace in a gesture of restraint. "Rest assured, my Lord. My people have kept a watchful eye on her since her arrival. The girl can do no harm... even if she wants to."

You are somewhat thankful for Lady Maggie's intervention. Even if the Lady's scorn is carefully concealed in her sophistication, at the very least, she is more level-headed than her brother. However, it makes you wonder why she didn't deal with you or inform her brother sooner. Why force you to face him now?

You open your mouth, wanting to say something, but soon are cut off.

"Before you say anything, I wish to remind you that lying will not benefit you nor us." Lady Maggie raises her hand to shush you.

As you wonder about the Lady's implication, a steady footstep draws everyone's attention. The steward comes carrying something in her hand. The middle-aged woman leers at you before approaching her mistress, presenting Lady Maggie with the objects she has brought. The Lady nods in acknowledgment before dismissing her loyal servant.

You freeze in place, and your heart cannot stop drumming as you notice the familiar roll in the Lady's hand. You recognize the yellow hue of the parchment, the dry ink, and your very own unfinished sentences.

Your body is quicker than your brain as your composure crumbles, lunging forward, trying to take the letter from the Lady's hand. An act you greatly regret as soon as a tremendous force blocks your airway. You only have enough time to cast your fearful gaze over the Lord, who is closing his fingers around your throat with the intent to kill.

"I wonder who this 'mother' could be. I am quite flattered you speak so highly of our House, princess."

Lady Maggie's slender fingers brush across the material, unbothered by your predicament. Her casual remarks obscure the threats bubbling underneath a peaceful facade. You struggle to draw a breath, starting to feel light-headed as you try to claw at the grip on your neck. Even as your chest burns and your vision blurs, your eyes fixate on the parchment as you mouth the phrase "give it back."

As suddenly as it has started, the chokehold is gone. The Lord huffs with disapproval. His fingers loosen after his sister's discreet hand gesture. You fall on the ground, choking on your own spit as your body becomes greedy for fresh air. Your hand reaches out for the letter as if it were a lifeline. In a delirious state, you can only make out the embroidered hem of the Lady's dress. The patterns swirl in front of your eyes, digging out old memories you thought you had forgotten. In a dreamlike trance, you crawl to the Lady's feet, the cold stone floor beneath reminiscent of another time.

You are back at the King's castle once more. A long time ago. Before Mother was there. Before you could fight back. Tiny hands and bare feet, riddled with blisters and scabs. Groveling at someone's shoes, pleading for them to give you little food scraps. You no longer know what you are begging for, only an echoing desperation to protect your little peace.

Lady Maggie's demeanor shifts. Her feigning smile disappears as she looks down at you. While she has anticipated a response, the depth of your emotional upheaval catches even a seasoned strategist like her off guard, though she swiftly conceals her surprise. A delicate touch brushes under your chin. Lady Maggie lifts your face with deceptive grace.

"Now, care to enlighten us about the intended recipient of this letter?"

The coolness of her fingers brings you back to the present. Something in your head is gnawing at you, warning you to keep your secret. You do not understand. It should not matter whether you tell the Lady about your mother. And yet, you cannot help but feel a sense of dread, as if you were curling up, fearing you would be disemboweled by a great bear.

"I... it's... it's no concern of yours." You catch yourself stammering.

The Lady's smile widens, seemingly unoffended by your refusal to cooperate. "Oh, but I am genuinely curious. I did not mean to frighten you, my dear. It's my duty to know more about those under my care, after all."

As you hesitate, the Lord, who has been observing silently, interjects, "Get to the point! What are you trying to hide?"

The Lady shoots him a glance, a mix of annoyance and amusement dancing in her eyes. Ignoring her brother's impatience, she refocuses on you. "I promise, no harm intended. Just a little explanation to satisfy my curiosity."

You finally relent under the pressure.

"She's just an old healer, my Lady. She took me in and treated me like her own flesh and blood. I only write to ease her mind about my well-being."

The Lady shoots you an inquisitive eye that you cannot decipher. "Ah, the blood of the covenant is always thicker, is it not. I can only surmise your father wasn't particularly benevolent toward an illegitimate child."

You lower your gaze in response, your silence serving as a confirmation of the Lady's assumption. As she speaks, the Lord notices a rare glimmer of empathy in his sister's eyes. Well, even he pities you a little, not for whatever misery you went through but for the road you are being led down by his sister. He knows her well, and he understands her convoluted games even better. She pokes and prods until she uncovers people's weaknesses, then uses them to either control or break those who cross her path. But her showing guileless compassion? This is an unfamiliar territory even for him.

The silence lingers until a sudden knock echoes through the door, with the steward's voice soon following suit, announcing the arrival of the royal delegates. The Lord grimaces, a flicker of frustration crossing his features as he is not amused by the abrupt conclusion. He exchanges a secretive look with his sister before shifting his focus to you.

Lady Maggie nods at her brother, who maintains his ever-present frown. "Please escort your Lady to the Great Hall, my Lord. Let's not make our prestigious guests wait. I will join you later." Then, she turns to face you. Her words carry an unwavering seriousness, no pleasantries, no pretense.

"We'll resume this conversation when the timing is more fitting. However, bear in mind that whatever you were before, right now, you are Lord Gyllenhaal's wife. And every step you take will be subjected to scrutiny."

Your head lowers as you can only muster a quiet "Yes, my Lady" before the steward enters the chamber to help you back up on your feet. The Lady orders the woman to aid you in fixing your appearance into a more presentable state. Afterward, the steward leads you to the Lord, who awaits you in the hallway, seemingly lost in contemplation.

A swift glance is all he affords you before turning on his heel and taking long strides toward the Great Hall. That is your cue to follow. You make your best effort to keep up with the Lord's unforgiving pace but deliberately trail a few steps behind him, mindful not to stay too close. For whatever it's worth, you are grateful that he stays silent throughout the trip. His thoughts remain unknown to you while you take the time to admire the impressive breadth of his shoulders and his steadfast posture, reminiscent of a warrior marching to the battlefield.

On the way, you notice quite an unusual presence of heavily armed guards, roses insignia carved into their armor plates. The air is stagnant, and the festive mood of the previous days is replaced by caution. As the Lord and you approach the towering double doors of the Great Hall, your pulse quickens with the palpable uneasiness permeating the stone walls.

"Raise your head." A voice, as measured as it is unexpected, cuts through the silence. The Lord's command disrupts your thoughts, momentarily catching you off guard. It is the first time he has ever addressed you in such a manner, devoid of either contempt or revulsion. Instead, it reminds you of the words Lady Maggie told you last night.

Do not let anyone think that House Gyllenhaal is to be trifled with.

You are a lady of the House.

The Lord and Lady are indeed kin, you observe. They are different from each other in every way, and yet, at times, they are almost the same person.

As the heavy doors swing open and the servant loudly announces the Lord and his wife's arrival, you step into the grand chamber where the esteemed guests are waiting. Your eyes lock onto the royal delegates seated at the long table, their opulent attire embroidered in gold threads, contrasting the austere clothes worn by House Gyllenhaal's people. Two sides greet each other with false flattery, an intricate interplay of feigned courtesy and veiled intent.

The Lord leads you to the front, reserved for the heads of the family. His presence makes heads turn, though you can tell many of those gazes fall on you. This is only the second time you walk next to him as his wedded wife. You focus, keeping your posture poised and expression composed, trying to mirror the image he presents to his people and guests.

The delegates, sent by the King, rise from their seats and bow to the Lord in an exaggerated display of etiquette. Honeyed words drip from their lips, laden with poisonous insincerity. The Lord reciprocates with polite nods and faint smiles. You are somewhat surprised to see this stone wall of a man can be such a diplomat. Now that you think about it, he used to be a respected general in the King's court before the rebellion. He must have been no stranger to court intrigues.

Among the delegates, you catch the subtlest of glances, fleeting stares that linger for a heartbeat too long. You don't recognize anyone, but you have no doubt that a few of these nobles know your true identity as the King's bastard, a pathetic replacement for the real princess. Some of them can't even hide the condescension on their face. Even as they address you with the princess title, a trace of mockery flickers in their eyes.

"Your Highness, rest assured that we shall bring the news of your well-being to your father, the King. The magnificence of Goldenhall undoubtedly befits your greatness." One of the delegates gives praise, a middle-aged man whose smile, though broad, carries an underlying tone of sarcasm towards both you and House Gyllenhaal.

You hold your head high. Compared to the things you've heard, this is next to nothing compared to the spiteful words you heard. You reply with humility and ambiguity, avoiding saying too much as you have never had to participate in diplomatic affairs. It feels surreal to stand here on the same footing as the people who see your whole existence as a disgrace. Within these walls, they will not be so foolish to bare their fangs at you. You do not want to admit it, but you feel almost invulnerable with the Lord by your side, as strange as the idea is.

"Indeed, my wife is doing well. We are not the treacherous monsters who imprison and torture the guests coming into their homes." The Lord sneers with an edge to his voice, his words masking a touch of disgust. A wry smile appears as he raises his cup toward the delegate. The man returns the Lord's gesture with the same broad smile.

Before long, the musicians begin to play their songs, signaling that the feast has started. You finally get to see with your own eyes how the Lord and his people enjoy the festivity. Unlike the servants, whose idea of celebration is basically an abundance of food and drink, for the nobles, it involves people presenting their gifts and good wishes to the Lord's family. That, and the endless praises being thrown back and forth.

The whole event is exhausting. Your face and neck go stiff after having to smile and nod every other second. Even the Lord himself appears to be weary of the constant pleasantries. With the royal delegates' presence, he cannot allow himself to be reckless for even just a moment. One can tell Lady Maggie is definitely the more adept navigator of these delicate interactions.

Nonetheless, seeing how the Lord puts on such a courteous mask is very eye-opening. He appears to be much less threatening than he was during your wedding, that, or the wedding was much more miserable for him than practically anything else.

An old couple whose clothes are embellished with House Gyllenhaal symbols approaches, bearing a modest wooden box. With respect, they place the container before you, emitting a subtle fragrance of herbs. Inside the box are three rare flowers that exclusively grow far up north. The plants immediately pique your interest as you have only ever seen drawings in your mother's book.

"Milady, we hope you accept our humble offering. May you soon be blessed with the Lord's sweet fruit." The elderly woman speaks, her smile radiating warmth and kindness.

"Allow this old man to offer a piece of wisdom." Her husband, who seems to have had one too many drinks, turns to the Lord. "Children are important, yes, and hardly any pleasure in life can beat a woman's embrace. But please do not exert your wife. For the soil must be well tilted before the seeds can thrive." After his slight jest, the man holds his drink up to the Lord, provoking a chorus of laughter among the guests and a scolding from his elderly wife.

The words of the wife and husband send warmth surging to your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. Surprisingly, the Lord appears unbothered, raising his cup to thank the couple for the gift. Instead, he leans over to you with his elbow on the armrest and his face resting lazily on his hand.

"My sister's handy work," He murmurs, his voice a hushed undertone meant only for your ears. You cast a quizzical glance in his direction, perplexed by his unexpected initiation of casual conversation. "I do not know what tall tales she has spun about you, but it seems to give the elders strange ideas," the Lord elaborates. "Whatever puts our elders at ease."

You don't know what to say, nor do you think the Lord wants your input. You have undoubtedly noticed a subtle shift in how you are regarded by House Gyllenhaal. Their caution around you still lingers, yet hatred has given way to a more neutral stance. You even receive the occasion curtsy from the lower-ranked members of the House.

The light of day in the winter is fleeting. Soon, the Hall begins to bask in the fuchsia hues of dusk. With a polite request, you ask permission to leave the chamber for fresh air, earning a nonchalant dismissive wave from the Lord.

As the chattering of the guests is left behind you, a moment of respite envelops your body and mind. In the crispness of the outside air, you finally find solace, and the pent-up breath you have been holding is released in a gentle exhale.

Without a destination in mind, you wander through the courtyard, feeling the chilling night air seeping through your clothes. In your solitude, your mind wrestles with your current situation. You have not forgotten the King's order to assassinate the Lord nor the threat hanging above your mother's life. But you have never had the gut or heart to commit such an act. You have no intention of taking anyone's life. And even if you did, getting the chance to do so would be an entirely different problem.

The mere thought of obeying the King's command sends shivers down your spine. The memories of your miserable life are hard to ignore. You want nothing but to stay far from this power struggle between House Gyllenhaal and the King, and to live your life in peace. But you understand with your circumstances right now, it is a luxury you know you cannot afford.

The letter is still in Lady Maggie's possession. Neither she nor her brother are going to simply trust your words. Your life under the King was pathetic, but people treated you with disregard, allowing you to just disappear. Here? You are, at best, a useless captive and, at worst, a threat. The only silver lining is when you are not playing the unwilling role of a princess, your life here is fine, good even.

A daring idea flashes through your mind. One doesn't have to be well-versed in politics to know that the peace between the King and House Gyllenhaal is incredibly fragile. This uneasy balance can shatter at any moment. When things come to that, you need to find a stable ground to stand on, and you know you will never achieve that by the King's side. Not that there was ever a place for you. If, and this is a big if, you are able to secure favor with House Gyllenhaal, it could guarantee your safety here and dispel a little bit of their ill will against you. Such an endeavor might improve your situation considerably. And then, maybe, just maybe, you can find a way to bring your mother here with you.

The problem? It's one thing to put on the servant's garb and duck your head to avoid being seen. It's another thing to actively support the King's enemy. Your sense of self-preservation keeps tugging at your soul. What terrible fate awaits you and your mother were the Gyllenhaal to fail? At times like this, you wish the old healer were here to tell you the right thing to do.

The biting cold reminds you that you must return to the feast soon. At least there is a large fire in there, you tell yourself. Looking around, you find yourself having wandered to the servants' quarter. The guards are spread thin in this part, and most servants are busy tending to the guests. You cup your hands over your mouth to warm them up before making your way back, not noticing a group of people wearing the King's symbols approaching.

"You are late, lady Maggie."

The Lord snorts, displaying his displeasure of being left alone fending against these diplomats. Lady Maggie lets out a hearty laugh, apologizing to the guests with a socially acceptable excuse. She then takes the seat beside the Lord, positioned opposite your now vacant chair. The Lord leans closer to his sister as the music and revelry shield their conversation from prying ears.

"What is it that you're scheming, sister?" The Lord inquires.

"Ah, is this about the girl?" The Lady lifts the cup to her lips, musing at her brother's annoyance. She takes a small sip, allowing the aromatic liquid to warm her from the inside. "Have you frightened her off, my Lord?"

The Lord scoffs at his sister's evasion of his question. "I am curious as to why you seem to take pity on her? Has House Gyllenhaal's ruthless strategist suddenly grown a conscience?"

The Lord expects his sister to retort with her usual witty remarks, but they are nowhere to be found. Instead, she falls into silence, pondering ideas only she herself knows of. After taking another sip of her drink, the Lady speaks in a soft voice while watching her distorted reflection within the ripples of the wine.

"Brother, I have been wondering. Would it not be easier to throw away something you do not want?" The Lady doesn't look up from her drink. She speaks as if to herself.

The Lord knows full well that she is speaking of you. He has not really given much thought about you unless he has to. However, his sister's question gives him pause. That's right. It should have been far simpler for the King to consign you to a family of peasants or abandon you in the forest. Why did he keep an illegitimate daughter all these years?

He glances at his sister, who is exchanging courtesies with several guests. He has so many questions but this place is not suitable for them. Well, he suspects Lady Maggie has already sent out her little ravens searching for information. This is not his domain to worry about, anyway. He never doubted his sister. When has she ever led him astray?

After all the ordeals you have gone through today, the last face you want to see is the one standing before you. You recognize this woman - the Head Maid from the King's castle, undoubtedly bringing back many unsavory memories.

"Oh my, isn't this our princess? Thriving, I see, unlike us humble servants." She stands at the forefront of a dozen servants brought here to serve the needs of the delegates, effectively blocking your path. You haven't seen them with their masters as they are not allowed in the Great Hall.

Wishing to avoid confrontation, you maintain a stoic expression, refusing to acknowledge her jibe, and press on, determined to walk past the group. However, a vicious force yanks on your arm, almost making you lose your balance. You glare at the Head Maid's chilling face. It reminds you of the past when her authority and cruelty loomed over you like a shadow.

"Why the rush, princess? Forgot your manners?" She sneers. The mockery in her voice sounds unpleasantly familiar.

Resisting the urge to retaliate and risk tarnishing the image of the Lord, you fume in silence, baffled by her audacity to assert power over you even beyond the castle walls. You are no longer the lowly bastard subjected to her whims.

You wince as she pinches your arm, something she often used to do any time she believed you were out of line, which is every time. As you attempt to push her away, a sinister grin twists the Head Maid's features as she deliberately invokes your mother's name.

"Well, well, princess. Perhaps you've forgotten the lessons I taught you." Her words are full of malicious intent, and her fingers dig into your arm like a crab's pincers. "I may be unable to teach you another lesson here, but mark my words. If you don't learn to behave, your mother will pay the price for your insolence."

Like a spark to dry hay, the threat ignites a torrent of anger within you. The frustrations of the day, the weight of your struggles, and the danger your mother has to face because of you all converge into an explosive outburst. You can no longer contain the seething rage that boils in your blood. Everyone wants something. You just want to be left alone.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you push the Head Maid away with a force that sends her tumbling into a freezing puddle. The unexpected defiance leaves the other servants stunned with disbelief. Clearly, the Head Maid's distasteful tales of your supposed powerlessness have given them the idea that you are underneath, and they never anticipated such resistance.

Some of them rush to help the sputtering woman up from the icy water, while others cautiously encircle you, uncertain what they should do. They look at each other with hesitation, for this place is not their territory, and your status is not exactly their equal.

"Make the bitch pay!" The Head Maid, shrieking at the other servants, declares that you must pay for your transgressions. The notion that even within the Gyllenhaal's fortress, the King's authority still holds sway takes root among royal servants. Tentatively, one of them reaches out to subdue you just as the guards arrive, alerted by the escalating commotion. However, they are not the only ones to have come.

The guards soon part to make the way for the Lord and the head of the delegates. You don't know how much of the unruly display the Lord has seen, but he has a look on his face you can only describe as "heads will roll tonight." You look down, fumbling with your dress, unsure what will befall you now.

The Head Maid, soaked and enraged, scurries to the delegate, seizing the opportunity to blame the altercation on you. She launches into a mad tirade, claiming the incident was an unprovoked attack when she was simply trying to greet you. A knot of anxiety tightens inside you as you can only stand there, unable to meet the Lord's gaze, grappling with the fear that your actions may have brought shame upon him.

"Come here." The Lord's voice cut through the wailing. Indeed, he sounds angry, but the anger is not directed at you. Furthermore, there is an underlying assurance in his words that steadies your racing heart. The chaos seems to recede as you approach him. His presence should be apprehensive but now oddly comforting.

"Tell me what happened?" He offers you a chance to defend your name, a gesture you did not expect. The residual rage clears your head, and the threat the Head Maid had made about your mother still rings fresh in your mind.

Rolling up your sleeves, you reveal the vivid red marks inflicted by the Head Maid, some even breaking the skin. "This woman attacked and threatened me. I had no choice but to defend myself,"

The Lord's brows knit together as he examines your injury. It seems his sister was right about your miserable life at the castle. He turns to the delegate, his voice grim. "Handle your people swiftly, or I'll deal with the perpetrator myself. I assure you, you will not like my methods."

Sensing the gravity of the situation, the delegate acts decisively. The delegate detests House Gyllenhaal, but he is not keen on upsetting them, at least not for the sake of a mere servant. The Head Maid's eyes widen at the turning tides. She opens her mouth to spew more of her venom but is immediately cut short with a resounding slap that almost causes her to fall again.

"Beg for the Lady's forgiveness, NOW!" The middle-aged nobleman orders.

The woman is flabbergasted. It finally clicks in her head that her master will not be on her side. The Head Maid reluctantly takes a step forward and bends her knees. Her usual arrogance crumbles, replaced by a forced submission. With a hesitating voice, she never imagined she would have to say to you, unwillingness evident in every syllable.

"I... I apologize, my Lady. I beg you to forgive my impudence." She mumbles insincere words.

"I want you gone." The words escape your mouth before you can rein them in. The metallic sound of a sword being unsheathed echoes, accompanied by the Head Maid's fearful cry. The Lord has drawn his sword and is aiming for the woman's neck. Realizing your sentence has been taken the wrong way, you catch the Lord's hand to prevent any more escalation.

"I... I mean, I want her out of my sight. I want her to leave the Keep." Desperation colors your voice as you tightly cling to the Lord's arm. He exhales sharply before sheathing his weapon in disappointment. The delegates had given him the urge to spill blood the whole evening, and he was really looking for an excuse, any excuse.

"I'll make sure this maid departs before dawn." The delegate rubs his hands together, relieved that this matter is finally resolved.

"Before midnight." The Lord commands.

One of Lady Maggie's servants comes forward, bringing a cape made of soft fur, and hands it to the Lord. He accepts the cape and drapes it over your shoulders, shielding you against the lingering chill. Of course, he completely ignores your sheer bewilderment. The unexpected gesture and the weight of the fur leave you awestruck.

"Return to your chamber. I'll have the physician look at your arm." The Lord instructs you. You are still so speechless that you can only nod. He then turns to the delegate and his servants, issuing a warning to those who even think about overstepping their boundaries.

"The moment she crosses those gates, she is no longer a princess or whatever she once was. She belongs to House Gyllenhaal and is under my protection. Tell your people to remember that."

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effervescentdragon · 6 months

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trick or treat 🎃👻

thank youuuuu! here is an excerpt from the sewis spy au for you ela 🥰😘💞

"Hello. I think your martini needs a refill," someone said from his left, in accented English. Lewis' hackles rose immediately, but he acted unaffected as he turned to look at the newcomer.

The first thing he noticed were the stranger's eyes. They were blue, too blue, and too clear. He was smiling at Lewis, and he looked young, deceptively so. His smile was wide, and had too many teeth, but it wasn't threatening. His dirty blond hair was curled, and it looked soft.

Lewis blinked.

"Excuse me?" He said suavely, smiling his distracted smile.

The man chuckled.

"Oh, you're excused." His eyes twinkled. "I think you should either get a refill, or, even better, finish your drink and then maybe go somewhere else."

'Achilles, stand by. Play along. We don't know who he is, but we're checking.'

Lewis couldn't reply, so he obeyed and played along, even though every nerve in his body was on alert.

"Why would I do that? I like the atmosphere here," he said with his flirtiest smile.

The man blinked, his eyes darting to Lewis' lips in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second. His smile didn't falter.

"That may be so, although I wouldn't agree. The music is atrocious," he said, and Lewis placed his accent as German. "But, and I say this with all the respect due, you would be better being anywhere else tonight."

That sounded - ominous.

"Oh? And why is that?" Lewis asked, and even though his tone was unchanged and he never looked away from the stranger, his whole body was already coiled for a fight.

The stranger tapped his fingers on the bar, looking at Lewis and biting his lip. That damn smile was still on his face, but there was something in his eyes, something that Lewis couldn't read, and yet, whatever it was, it felt honest.

The stranger leaned closer to him, and Lewis could smell the fresh pine scent of him. Up close, his eyes were even bluer, and as tempestuous as the ocean.

"Because," he said in an almost-whisper, and Lewis could feel the echo of his breath on his own lips. "You are out of your depth here. This is a trap, Achilles."

Lewis' mouth went dry. He couldn't help the widening of his eyes, nor the pounding of adrenaline that coursed through his body in an instant.

'Fuck!' Bono shouted through the comms, his voice frazzled. 'Get out, Achilles, get out! Whoever he is, he's right - our data shows three vehicles filled with Bull mercenaries just arriving at the club's back entrance!'

Lewis knew he should start running immediately, but he couldn't look away from the stranger's eyes.

"Who are you?" He whispered, feeling like an amateur the instant the words left his lips. The stranger's gaze softened imperceptibly for a second. He licked his lips, and Lewis couldn't help but look. They were pink, and full, and the moisture on them shone brightly in the club lights.

"Someone who doesn't want you to die."

#trick or treat asks #akira answers asks #ela tag <3 #sewis #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites

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the-owl-tree · 5 months

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ahshghhrheh oh my god ivy and dove as cinderholly kits is rotting my brain hdhehshhshs please talk about this au more my brain is literally rotting

tumblr just. deleted the big thang i wrote. so now i gotta just…..write it all over again. hell site

Ivypaw, above all, is angry. Angry at Hollyleaf for leaving, angry at the way the Clan whispers about her sister- about her, angry about how Cinderheart just lays there and won’t fight back, angry at the world. She’s short-tempered and quick to pick a fight, unafraid to spit in the face of anyone she even perceives is taking a jab at her. It feels like the entire world is against her, and Ivypaw puts on a facade to fight it. Inside she’s a scared kid, vulnerable and bitter and so so lonely, and in turn she chooses to keep Dovepaw as close as she can. Ivypaw tells herself she’s protecting her, that she’s keeping her sister safe, but it’s a guise made out of fear. Ivypaw’s so afraid that if she lets go, Dovepaw will never come back to her and she’ll be truly alone. So she clings on, digging her claws into her sister, unafraid of drawing blood if it means that they’ll be together.

Of course, the inevitable happens, Dovepaw is ripped away from her. Not just by her mentor, but by their uncle Jayfeather and grandfather, Firestar. Eating together becomes less and less, Dovepaw becomes more standoffish- she starts keeping secrets. It’s a stab in the back for Ivypaw, who had assumed that they’d cling to one another no matter what. It makes it all the more easier for Hawkfrost to swoop in and appeal to Ivypaw’s loneliness. It takes a few meetings, Ivypaw isn’t quick to trust, but he appeals to her anger, her sense of betrayal (“I had a brother who abandoned me, you know”). It’s not the promise of being a better warrior that draws her in, it’s the promise of connection, of kinship. So she throws herself into her training, to get better and ends up connecting not just with the Dark Forest cats, but with her own Clanmates who are training there.

Then there’s Dovepaw, timid and quiet. She knows why her Clanmates gawk at her, she knows why her own mother looks at her with such a pained expression. Her powers are suffocating, she can hear everything they whisper, everything they say. She can hear them whispering about how her mother barely moves some days, how Ivypaw can’t go a second without picking a fight, and…about her. It’s suffocating…so she tries to find comfort in Clan ideals. Maybe, just maybe, if she’s a good warrior, not great, just…good, things will change. She’ll find normalcy. Of course, that’s promptly ripped away by the prophecy. Lionblaze and Jayfeather are suffocating, they want so much from her, so much she can’t give. But she persists, if she does what they want, if she plays by the book, maybe things will change…right?

Then she meets Tigerpaw (who for my comfort is going to be Tawnypelt’s second litter, the sole survivor), and she’s everything that Dovepaw isn’t. She’s vibrant and fun, she’s always quick with a retort, and most importantly, she gets it. For a moment, Dovepaw almost feels comfort in how she doesn’t have to carry the burden of legacy that Tigerpaw does. The two get along quickly, and I like the idea that Tigerpaw is a “bad” influence. Dovepaw’s not so quick to immediately obey whenever Jayfeather and Lionblaze insist she drop what she’s doing and come with them. She doesn’t reluctantly bow to their demands when they ask her to spy on the Clans. She gets angrier, sharper, and she stops caring what her Clanmates think more and more.

By the time they receive their Warrior names, they’ve swapped. Ivystrike is a budding Warrior of ThunderClan, and while she still carries her temper, her fierce demeanor during battle and the almost impressive way she’s able to battle in pairs with (certain) Clanmates earns her the respect of her Clanmates. Dovefall, on the other hand, earned herself a reputation for being standoffish and snappish. She’s rarely around camp, often sneaking out to meet with her friends from other Clans at the abandoned twolegplace and even happier to sneak around with Tigerheart.

The two begin building a life, though far different from each other’s…until Hollyleaf comes back and everything comes crashing down, especially with the revelation that Hollyleaf killed Ashfur.

#warrior cats #deer rambles #cinderholly!dovewing & ivypool

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yandere-daydreams · 10 months

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♥ Piss/Scat.

♥ Snuff.

♥ Necro.

♥ Incest.

♥ Explicit Scenes For Under-Age Characters (Aged-Up Is Fine).

#grab bag commissions #personal

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running-with-the-feels · 4 months

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Okay someone else on tumblr already did this but I wanna know what your take on Satoshi is being resurrected by Quan Chi as a revenant?

oooooooooooooo I need to see that post bc that is an amazing idea

I think that ultimately Quan Chi would do it, but he'd keep it a secret from them both, so Satoshi thinks Hanzo is dead, Hanzo thinks Satoshi is dead and everything proceeds like it does in canon.

Until, that is, Hanzo steps out of line. Maybe in this AU he actually doesn't kill Bi-Han, so instead of showing him a vision, Quan Chi brings out revenant Satoshi who is still like 8 bc revenants don't age (I'm pulling that out of my ass) and says that if Hanzo doesn't do it, he'll kill Satoshi.

So Hanzo is gonna do it (bc ofc) but Bi-han manages to escape before he can, leading Quan Chi to tell Hanzo that if he obeys and serves well, Quan Chi will free Satoshi of his magic and return him to his mortal life. Hanzo instantly agrees bc that's his kid and he'll take any chance he can get to save him.

That would give him more of a reason to side with the netherrealm in the netherrealm war, and also could lead to some interesting dynamics between him and the Sub-Zero brothers bc you could have Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, and also Tomáš escaping the cyber Lin Kuei and running into Hanzo, eventually learning the full story and promising to help him (bc they all know that Quan Chi won't keep to his word so they've gotta find another way)

ofc subscorp bc they have me in a chokehold

especially if Kuai Liang still dies and becomes a revenant but somehow manages to retain some of his autonomy or humanity (maybe a spell or help from Raiden?) so he becomes a spy for them, sticking close to Quan Chi and trying to find a way to get Satoshi out and restored while Hanzo covers their tracks.

I'm not sure what Satoshi would be like as a revenant tho, especially when he's still a kid (it's implied that the massacre was like, a couple years before the tournament MAX, so even if revenants did age, he'd still be quite young) And I don't think Quan Chi would use him as a warrior, at least not yet, more like a fail safe to control Hanzo.

idk, but I love that idea and it now lives rent free in my brain

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #satoshi hasashi #Revenant Satoshi AU #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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thislucagirl · 9 months

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INFORMATION

Hello, to the people who are reading this.

I'm Eri, I go by LUCA. I'm still new to this, so it will take some time for me to get comfortable around here.

What I write may not be to your "liking", or according to your request. Have my condolences. I'll try better next time.

I will get some inspiration from some blogs that I find fun in reading their work, i won't steal them. I repeat, I won't steal their work.

With that cleared up, let's start.

FANDOMS

creepypasta

south park

eddsworld

FNaF / afton family

into/across the spider-verse

gravity falls

dead plate

omori

hazbin hotel / helluva boss

undertale / AUs

dreamSMP

obey me

bungo stray dogs / demon slayer / haikyuu / blue lock / chainsaw man / spy X family / deadtube

RULES

=> I can make any gender of reader.

=> I won't do: kinks, bullying, OCs. On another note; SH, S/A, and body shaming. If you are suffering from one or both of them please reach out for help. You are loved.

=> I will do: angst, fluff, yandere, gore content, headcanons, poly relationships etc.

=> Please do not request smut. I'm not comfortable with writing any type of sexual thing.

=> I won't write romantic things about kids in the fandoms I mentioned.

HOW TO REQUEST

You can request from my profile. While requesting please include:

• character(s)

• gender and detail of the Y/N.

• the genre (angst, fluff, yandere etc.)

• the style (headcanon, oneshot, scenario etc.)

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Have a great day.

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vickyvicarious · 6 months

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very little spying time left

ohhhh I forgot about this. what was the other queer sound?

AGH CREEPY I hate when she is super cheerful after these it's so creepy

although I do love Mina's "haha you're so silly. no." reaction to Van Helsing yelling at her to obey him lmao

I choose to reject monolingual Quincey, sorry. Let him speak Spanish

if things didn't go at such a rapid pace in this section, the Consul and Vice-Consul both being absent could seem mighty suspicious/be a big issue. But that doesn't really seem to make much of a difference, as they're able to get the information they need pretty quickly anyway

Everyone being kind and helpful <3

(in large part thanks to Arthur's money/status but still)

I do love the way this Captain is just like "well, it was the devil's wind but at least it was going the way we wanted so better to just go alone with it rather than make the devil mad" it's so funny

"he know when he meet his match!" making the skipper happy... buddy that's not truly a compliment for you it's Mina he's running from

"The Roumanians were wild, and wanted me right or wrong to take out the box and fling it in the river." another absolutely hilarious Ignominous End AU. I have a whole collection of funny ways this could happen but this is the closest to canon

"his arguments were pointed with specie - we doing the punctuation - and with a little bargaining he told us what he knew." again with the silly wordplay around bribery. Jonathan I love you

"telling him to receive, if possible before sunrise so as to avoid customs," I know they're bribing him right now to track down someone else's stuff but it's still very funny to me how blatantly this guy is just like 'yeah so I was asked to smuggle this giant box ashore'

Everything with Skinsky as well feels like it could have been a longer slower detective section. They keep getting sent to various people who might not be found or might not be willing to talk or turns out to be dead when you do find him, and maybe our heroes could get arrested/involved in the official investigation - but no, we have no time for that, everyone is in a huge hurry and this whole minimystery is resolved in less than a day while they head off

"As a preliminary step, I was released from my promise to her." Ohhhh he sounds so relieved <3

the way Mina complains about if she'd had to write with a pen is so funny. Very Jack of her.

this is such a big hero moment for Mina once again. they did all the legwork running down the clues, now it is Mina's job to look at the pieces and connect them together to figure out a plan. Not that anyone has assigned her that job precisely but she chooses to try and of course succeeds, now that she's once again caught up on Dracula Daily

the way Mina describes Jonathan.... I'm so soft about it, but also another instance of him not mentioning how badly off her is/downplaying it.

the line "can only summon fog and storm and snow and his wolves" is so funny. Like it makes sense in context but imagine complaining about such limited magical powers :( can only summon three weather phenomenons and a bunch of predators :(

Mina laying everything out logically is so sexy. Love the way her mind works

^ Jonathan right before he makes out with her in front of everyone

ART IS SO DETERMINED

also both of them playing to their strengths and quickly volunteering

Jack telling Art "we shall not rest until the Count's head and body have been separated" and looking at Jonathan... who later pushes himself too hard and isn't willing to rest until Art knows better and makes him

Mina's hesitation to say Vampire is so well done. so creepy

Jonathan is torn here between his two desires, to stay with and protect Mina, and to hunt and kill Dracula. I do love the way he and Arthur are the ones who get to go on the most likely direct route after him

the way Van Helsing says "I can die, if need be" is so solemn. So good

"your so swift little steamboat" awww it sounds so cute

Mina following in Jonathan's footsteps from the beginning of the novel....

I love the rousing music during this speech

oh godd the way Jonathan almost chokes up on "death-trap". How rough his voice gets, how thick with horrified emotion and breathing hard, and it feels like he is back there again, seeing it before his eyes (the moonlight, the shapes whirling in dust), feeling it again (the Vampire's lips on his throat-)

It's SO GOOD. that last line like such a fierce demand, and then utter agony when he sees Mina's scar

the intention is not for Mina to ever enter the castle

Jonathan's sob :(

Mina's glowing praise of the rich boys spreading around their wealth is a nice moodlifter

Mina's got a gun! Jonathan insisted!

ohhh god the little shaky breaths when Mina says she may never meet Jonathan again. The way her voice trembles on almost crying. Oh god, that farewell must have been so intense

I love Jonathan and Art's boat trip so much. But ESPECIALLY Art taking care of Jonathan and looking after him. It's so damn sweet.

the way Jonathan fears for her. how he calls her "my darling" <3

the looong pause after "her going out into that awful place..." and then the short little scoff. it has done terrible things to me.

the DELIVERY "of dark and... dreadful things" was SO OMINOUS

especially with the music and then ending the episode on that furnace door shutting...!

#dracula daily #mina murray #jonathan harker #arthur holmwood #re: dracula

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uwukillmenowowo · 11 months

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Welcome to my Paradise~! [Requests are Open!]

Hello~! My name is Kumon but feel free to call me Kumo or K.

My pronouns are She/Her + They/Them I do drawings, stories, and X Reader requests [Mostly Drawings lol]

Others if requested~

Rules/Information on this blog:

I Will write/Draw for✔️

Anything SFW

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Yandere

Male/Female/Gendernutral [Mc]

Headcanons

I WILL NOT write for❌

ANYTHING NSFW

Pregnancy

Blood/Gore [Depending in the request]

Wattpad Account: Kumon

Quotev Account: Kumon

Instagram Account: thatartist_Kumon

Twitter/X Account: Kumon_Tracer

Below here are fandoms that I will be willing to write/draw for :D

[Warning: It will be a long list ._.]

[Games]

Disney Twisted Wonderland

Ensemble Stars Music

Cookie Run Kingdom

No Straight Roads

Hollow Knight

Just Shapes and Beats

Undertale and Au's

Deltarune

Little Nightmares/2/Very Little Nightmares

FNAF

Friday Night Funkin' and mods

Cuphead

BATIM

Soul Knight [Characters will be based on my OC’s]

Yandere Simulator

Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All

Elsword

Danganronpa THH/DR2:GD/DR:KH

Ayakashi: Romance Reborn

Just Shapes and Beats

Hatsune Miku: CS

Poppy Playtime-

DDLC

Subnautica

Pokemon [Any game]

TLOZ and others

Andy's Apple Farm

[Anime/Manga]

Land of the Lustrous

Puella Magi: Madoka Magica

Madoka Magica: Rebellion

Death Parade

Spy X Family

The Aristocrat's Otherworldly Adventure: Serving Gods Who Go Too Far

Nanbaka

To Your Eternity

No Game No Life

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kimetsu No Yaiba

Vampire Knight

Magical Girl Site

The Devil is a Part-Timer

Assassination Classroom

Danganronpa

Hunter X Hunter

Black Butler

Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

Fairytail

Attack On Titan

My Hero Academia

Ouran High School Host Club

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba

One Punch Man

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Death Note

SAO/SAO2/GGO/GGOA/SAOA

Oshi No Ko

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss But I'm No tthe Demon Lord

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

[Manhwa/Webtoon]

Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sowrd Hound

Unordinary

I'm the Grim Reaper

Return of The 8th Class Mage

The max-level player's 100th regression

[T.V Series]

Yokai Watch

Digimon: Digital Monsters

Beyblade Metal Fusion

Lego Legends of Chima

Yu-Gi-Oh

Lego Ninjago

South park

Lego Nexo Knights

Transformers/Prime

[Others]

Dream SMP

Countryhumans

Vocaloid

Disney movies??

Splatoon [Coroika]

The Amazing Digital Circus

#random #request #requests are open #oneshot #original story #fandom #fanart #fanfiction #writing fanfiction #writing #drawing #digital art #traditional drawing #welcome to paradise #Anime #anime and manga #manhwa

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otakuworks · 2 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

[ ⭐ ] — My Fav to Write

[ 🌞 ] — Newly Added

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 & 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓

Maximum of 4 Characters per request.

Characters can be in different fandoms too.

GN!Reader by default unless you specified the gender.

If you are able to come up with a title with your request then feel free to suggest (I suck at making titles)

I'll try to write all characters in each fandom, but if I don't like the character I have the right to ignore it.

My inbox is always open for suggestions, memes or simply to chat. I'm down with it.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

ANIME

Naruto Shippuden ⭐

Bleach

Fairytail ⭐

Inuyasha

Death Note ⭐

Attack On Titan ⭐

One Piece

Bungou Stray Dogs ⭐

Jujutsu Kaisen

Demon Slayer

BNHA/MHA

SPY x FAMILY

Haikyuu! ⭐

Hunter X Hunter ⭐

Assassination Classroom

Classroom of the Elites ⭐

Tokyo Revengers ⭐

High Rise Invasion

Owari no Seraph

Balance Unlimited

Dr. Stone

Toilet Bound Hanako

Black Clover ⭐

SK8 Infinity

Tokyo Ghoul

Code Geass

Vanitas no Carte

Blue Exorcist

Black Butler ⭐

Danganropa

Fruits Basket

The Seven Deadly Sins

Darling on the Franxx

Angel of Death ⭐

God of High School

Kakegurui

Yuri! On Ice

Vampire Knight

Noblesse

Howl's Moving Castle

Norn 9

Chainsaw Man

Blue Lock

Moriarty the Patriot ⭐

Record of Ragnarok 🌞

MANHWA

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married ⭐

Who Made Me A Princess ⭐

Into the Light Once Again ⭐

How to Get My Husband on my Side

The Villainess Is A Marionette ⭐

Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess ⭐

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Brother ⭐

Beware of the Villainess

Of All Things, I Have Become A Crow

Heart Throbbing Conqueror

Survive as the Hero's Wife

Under the Oak Tree ⭐

A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Black Panther and A Rabbit

Elixir of the Sun

Inso's Law

Wake Up, Warrior ⭐

I've Become the Wife of the Male Lead / Author of my Life

The Song of Theodor / The Lady and The Lion ⭐

I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Prince ⭐

Three Brothers / Kim Brothers

A Way to Protect the Lovable You ⭐

The Princess Imprints A Traitor / Revolutionary Princess Eve

My Husband Hides His Beauty

Lady Baby

The Young Miss I Serve Became A Young Master

Cinderella Wasn't Me

The Newlywed Diary of A Witch and A Dragon

Actually, I Was The Real One

Trash of the Count's Family ⭐

I Have Become The Hero's Rival

A Night With the Emperor

My Three Tyrant Brothers

Honey, I'm Going On A Strike

WEBTOON

Omniscient Reader

Unholy Blood ⭐

Tower of God

To You, Who Swallowed A Star

Lookism ⭐

Eleceed ⭐

The World After the Fall

Weak Hero

Jungle Juice

Teenage Mercenary ⭐

The Remarried Empress

Eaternal Nocturnal

Viral Hit / How To Fight ⭐

Study Group

Villain to Kill

Doom Breaker

Your Throne ⭐

Get Schooled

When Jasy Whistles

Academy's Undercover Professor

Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

Nice to Meet You

Seasons Of Blossom ⭐

Purple Hyacinth

See You in My 19th Life ⭐

My Gently Raised Beast

Men of The Harem

Secret Playlist

Shadow Bride

Mystic Prince / Prince of Myolyeong ⭐

VIDEO GAMES

Mystic Messenger

Genshin Impact ⭐

Twisted Wonderland

Tears of Themis ⭐

Obey Me ⭐

Wizardess Heart

Resident Evil

Detroit: Become Human

Ensemble Stars

Honkai: Star Rail ⭐

Baldur's Gate 3 🌞

MISCELLANEOUS

Dream SMP

BTS

Harry Potter

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Star Wars ⭐

LOTR / The Hobbits

Hazbin Hotel ☀️

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

HEADCANONS

ONE-SHOT

DRABBLE

SERIES ⭐

CROSSOVER ⭐

FLUFF

HURT to FLUFF ⭐

ANGST ⭐

SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE

AU / ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ⭐

𝐍𝐎, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

NSFW

TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

PEDOPHILE

EXTREME YANDERE

ABUSIVE THEMES

@otakuworks

#rules #anime #anime gif #webtoon #manhwa #navigation

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Nothing More Difficult than Love

An AU where my OC, Eva Smith, finds herself arranged to marry Thomas Shelby

Chapter 1

(this is a new fic, if you want to be added tell me)

@whitejuliana1204 @lovemesomevesey

He comes home to find Polly waiting for him, not just Polly and Arthur, but Jack Smith, one of the few people to make it out of Small Heath.

“If this is regarding the protection of your warehouses, Jack, I suggest we talk it tomorrow at the Pub.” Tommy said hanging his hat and coat by the door.

“Sit, Tom.” Polly orders him and he obeys. Only person he allows to order him around. “Jack has a business proposal he wishes to make, a very lucrative one that could help the family.”

Jack was son of two settled gypsies with incredible luck. Jack’s father had taken his narrowboat, the Marigold, down to London and met with none other than the Irishman and his Mexican wife who would change his life for the better, Mr. And Mrs. Patrick Riley.

Alan Smith had then been given an exclusive contract with Mr. and Mrs. Riley to deliver their Mexican limes to the Monserrat Company here in Birmingham. Before the year was up, they had bought 71 Watery Lane and hired their relations as business expanded.

Eventually, Jack and his elder brother,Harry, traded the narrowboats for steamships and the Riley and Arambula Shipping company became the Smith, Riley and Arambula Company.

If a Smith knocked on your door it was considered bad luck not to answer it.

“As you have no doubt heard, my brother Henry, his wife Isabel, and three of their children died almost three years ago. Only their youngest, a girl about the same age as Ada, survived the revolution and has become their sole inheritor.

She used to live in Mexico City once her mother’s family was able to ransom her back to them and now I am told, was smuggled out of the country because the current President believes her to be a threat.”

Thomas knows what he will ask for, protection. The Rileys were the equivalent of peers in their country, a country that’s gone through more presidents in the past decade than it had in thirty years.

“She’s a girl of twenty-three, what sort of damage could she do?” he asked wondering what was so serious the girl had to be taken out of the country.

“Eva and her brothers fought for the rebels, and then kept fighting even after the current president was instated. I was told she had given up on the cause, but they have evidence she was spying on President Carranza for the past two years.” He sighed and drank his whiskey. “She was supposed to join other exiled members of her family in New York, but the Americans refuse to grant her asylum for somethings she did when she was fighting with the rebels.”

“We have contacts in Belfast, Jack, they can keep her safe. Even if she decided to join the IRA.” Thomas said, uninterested and hoping this was the end of it.

Polly loses her patience and tells him how it is. “The Crown is willing to shelter her here and allow her to keep trade between their countries if she marries an Englishman. Comes with a dowry of a fifty thousand pounds which has been gathering interest since 1910. Jack reckons it might be up to one hundred thousand now that Harry's accounts have been merged with it.”

Polly slides a photograph of the girl in question.

She’s a beauty, dark haired, dark eyed like her mother. Looks like Isabel Riley, he thinks, remembering the woman who stepped off the Marigold when he was ten years old.

It’s the eyes that make him want to say no. All knowing gaze of a true witch. Hers show no malice, as if searching his soul for goodness he doubts exists.

“John needs a wife to take care of his children, good with money and will have a betting license in a few months.” Tom suggested. “If she can’t be bothered with children that aren’t hers, there’s Arthur.”

Arthur shakes his head. “its got to be you, Tom. Her people know I’m the leader of a gang.” His brother lies. There had to be a reason Arthur refused the girl.

“What’s wrong with her? Simple like Curly, mute or insane?” Thomas asked no longer bothering to disguise his annoyance.

“If you don’t remember, I won’t hold it against you, boys.” Jack takes a file with a list of investments waiting for him in the city. They had dates, dates that were in the future months.

“Eva has the second sight, like Isabel did. Like Mrs. Riley still does. Your brother refuses to marry a witch and doesn’t want John’s children under the same roof as her.” Jack voiced his displeasure at the prejudice held against his only niece.

Arthur had been relieved when Polly lost her sight. Believed it was their mother’s sight that got her to step into the canal and leave them all behind.

He could make it work, have them out of Small Heath by the end of the year, oust Kimber and expand to London. Thomas knew the Rileys had the Solomons in their payroll and had enough connections to take him further than he thought possible.

The girl from Chinatown would be out of work, once word spread out that the Peaky Blinders had their own witch everyone would flock at them for a bit of luck. Especially if it becomes known she’s a Smith.

“I’ll marry the girl, give me a month to woo her. If I find something off about her I’m calling off the wedding.” The last part is said in jest, but Jack narrows his eyes.

“She’ll arrive in the second week of February,I suggest you marry her in April 4th, its on a Friday and gives us enough time to prepare for it.” Polly advises, more like orders him. She was already planning for the wedding, why else would Ada have a magazine with wedding dresses amongst her books?

Tommy spits on his hand and Jack dies the same, “We have a deal then.”

The engagement is kept a secret. A secret only Finn doesn’t know and one that remains a secret until Arthur gets drunk at the Garrison and tells the whole of Small Heath his brother is marrying a witch who can see the future. Coming on a boat from New York.

Ada gets a letter from her soon to be sister-in-law and he gets a telegram from some island her ship had stopped in. He gets his proof she’s a witch with the words: Monogham Boy will win.

“Poor girl, she’ll be the goose that lays the golden eggs.” Ada shook her head and helped him finish for the day. They had needed all hands on deck after he let it slip Miss. Smith had said his horse would win.

“Aye, but she gets to live and run her company through me. We’ll buy a house in the country, and some houses in respectable neighborhoods.” Tommy closed the doors between the shop and the house. “I get a month to see if it's all going to be worth it.”

“And if she hates you?” Ada asks the question he has been asking himself.

She’s dressed to the nines in a warm black clothing, black hat tipped to the side with her dark hair pinned underneath it.

She has freckles and a pretty smile, Eva Smith’s eyes are worse in person. Warm brown eyes that know things they shouldn’t, but don’t hold it against him.

Eva Smith is beautiful, with an hourglass figure that will make monogamy easy for him. She came with nearly one hundred thousand pounds and a promise of more if he lets her guide him into the world of legitimate business.

Fidelity seems like a very low price to pay for it all, he thinks.

From her letter to Ada and what Jack has told him, he won’t have a difficult time liking her. Witty, sharp and practical.

The Marigold carries the rest of her belongings and he can feel the stares of people who want to know the mysterious Smith girl engaged to him.

“I hope you aren’t disappointed in me, Mr. Shelby.” She says, voice clear and pleasant. There is a lilt to it that makes people want to hear it again.

“I think no man could ever be disappointed with a lady like you, Miss Smith.” He helps her off the boat, and she takes his hand even if getting off the boat didn’t seem like a difficulty for her.

“Call me Eva.” Her smiles are shy, but there is a thing about her that tells him it won’t belong before he sees the real her. “Miss Smith feels like I’m back in that gilded hell.”

Gilded Hell, never did he think luxury could be considered hell.

“Then call me, Tommy, you’ll be Mrs. Shelby in five weeks anyways.” He gives he a smile. This will be easy, he tells himself, Eva was pleasing to the eye, educated and didn’t appear to be a cunt.

Eva has seen him, has seen their life together and her old and wrinkled as she lights the Vardo his dead body is in.

But still, meeting him is quite something.

He is about an inch taller, looked more alive than he did in his photograph and Eva thinks his piercing blue eyes would look wonderful in an oil painting.

Thomas commands more authority than most Heads of State she’s met. Reminds her of Pancho Villa who with his person had won over many people and the many women in his harem.

Her eyes glaze over and sees him in some sort of legislative chamber, Thomas Shelby MP.

Yes, Jack had been right about him.

Eva almost trips on thin air and he steadies her.

“Sorry, I should warn you that I can’t always control my visions. They come as they please.” Eva wonders when would it be socially acceptable to explain her prophetic night terrors.

“My aunt ,Polly Gray, used to have the Sight. It won’t bother me.” He assures her as they walk to his motorcar.

“You say this now, but you’ll be regretting it when the night terrors show up. I can’t promise I won’t scream.” There is no nervousness, she talks to him like he’s an old friend. Like she knows him.

She really doesn’t, but this is the man she’ll love for the rest of her life. Familiarity is encouraged.

“I have mine, you help me get through mine, I’ll help you with yours.” He proposed and she finds herself agreeing to it.

“It’s a deal then, Tommy.” They don’t shake on it, she’d die before ruining her kid leather gloves with spit.

He opens the car door like a gentleman and Eva decides Thomas Shelby was worth signing over half her fortune.

Chapter 2

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #oc fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #same characters slightly different story #nothing more difficult than love #arranged marriage #love triangle #eva x tommy #grace x tommy x eva

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