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frxxxncx · 7 months

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happy birthday - c. seungcheol

»idol!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: It´s midnight and you´re alone in your apartment for your birthday.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (f. receiving), cunnilingus, pet names, establish relationship, idolau, fingering, countertop oral(?, body worship, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, reader is mention to have her ears pierced, seungcheol is strong af.

»Words: 1.4k (idk)

note: i feel like as much as Cheol likes people to congratulate him on his birthday, he would try his best to do the same for his partner, idk, it was my birthday like three days ago and i just miss him so much ;c

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your hair tickled on the back of your neck, the soft air of the night making it dance on your skin.

In this particularly cold night, you looked at the moon with a solemn expression in your face, you were sitting in the balcony... alone, with the big and shining sphere who has always been the witness of your bittersweet nights filled in loneliness, but also bystander of those you spent with company.

The memories of his warm body beside you, tugging you into a warm hug seem very distant, like they have been only a long and wonderful dream.

You closed your eyes trying to imagine your boyfriend being there, his hoarse voice congratulating you for your birthday as soon as the clock hits midnight like he always used to do.

Filling your face with kisses and caressing your body with softness, but he wasn't there.

It's been four months since the last time you saw him, his schedule always filled to the brim, presentations, concerts, interviews, flights, pre-recording, you didn't know what to do, you talk all the time, texts, calls, FaceTime, but it's not enough, it's just to little of him for you.

You hugged yourself and the clock rang announcing midnight.

"Happy birthday to me" you said while an uncontrollable tear slipped through your reddened cheek.

You got up, and palmed the dirt of your shirt to get inside the apartment. Dragging your feet, you threw yourself in your bed, crashing into the mattress, hurting your back with the tv controller that was laying there before.

You took the controller from behind your back, to settle in the bed hugging your pillow tightly, arching your back making your shirt -your boyfriend's shirt- lift.

"Fuck, what a nice view" the velvety yet masculine voice of your boyfriend rang in your ears, and startled you sat in your bed.

There he was, standing in the door frame, with a big box of chocolates, a bottle of wine and a cute bouquet of your favourite flowers. His pearly smile lighted the gloominess in the room, making your heart flutter.

"Happy birthday, baby" he said sweetly but with an apologetic smile, maybe thinking you were upset by his tardiness.

You wanted to cry big time, you were certain that he was extremely tired from his rehearsals, but yet you were so happy that he took the time to come.

Euphoric you got out of bed, running to him and jumping on his arms, pinning your legs on his hips and locking your arms in his neck. Seungcheol, was in a tough position, his arms were full with the gifts and now you were clinging onto him like a tick, he has to admit it, his core balance is pretty sick.

Your face rested in the crock of his neck and the woody smell stroke your nostrils, and with that you were sure that him being there was not a dream.

You raised your face, his eyes were like two shining stars and his sweet smile almost made you melt in his arms. With his hands still very occupied, he managed to hug you back and give a loud kiss on your temple.

"I missed you so much" he whispered in your ear, his soft lips caressing your earlobe sending shivers down your spine.

A chill ran down your body making you tighten your grip on his neck.

"I missed you too, Cheolie"

Seungcheol, who was somehow still lifting you, got out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, putting everything in place, the chocolates in the table, the flowers in the pot and the wine, well, the wine in the wine fridge. When his hands were free he decided to sit you in the aisle in the middle of the kitchen.

Your legs and arms untangled from his figure, but he didn't move an inch, with your legs on each side of his hips, he started to leave kisses in the soft skin of your neck, sweet kisses in the freckles of your shoulders, but biting and sucking your collarbone.

His black shirt which you were using was starting to get in the way and quickly he got rid of it. He admired your bare chest, your beautiful and delicate skin, your breasts that fit in his hands just perfectly.

He kept kissing your skin while his hands were now fondling your breast enjoying the soft moans that escaped your mouth. A loud whimper dance away from your mouth, when his lips started to give pecks at your breasts.

He missed you so much, he just wanted you to touch you, draw your whole body with his fingers, engrave every curve of your body in his memory.

The tips of his fingers were now caressing your thighs doing imaginary figures, stroking with care. His kisses got to the base of your stomach, your fingers were starting to curl thrilled.

"God, you're so perfect" he whispered against your belly, making you shiver.

Your hands squeezed tightly the edge of the isle, knuckles whitening at the action and almost losing feeling in your fingers. You laid, your body suddenly feeling heavy, a whine slipped from your lips as Seungcheol’s fingers ran over your clotted cunt, just a little caress over your clothes making you shiver, not even directly and still it felt so good.

He tugged with his thumbs in the elastic of your underwear, stroking faintly with his fingers the journey to your ankles, making your skin burn exquisitely.

Now with your underwear long forgotten in some dark corner of the kitchen, Seungcheol's fingers travelled through the inside of your thighs once again.

As his digits got closer and closer to your core, he stopped, gripping the soft flesh of your legs tightly, making you moan.

Seungcheol put his rough palms in your knees, and testing your flexibility he pushed as much as he could without hurting you, his eyes travelled from your eyes to your cunt, licking his lips at the stirring view, your core sopping in your arousal.

His breath was hot against your wet and puffy lips, how was it even possible for you to feel this worked up when you haven't even started yet?, you were eager to know what was about to come next.

Like two petals the kisses were soft and silky, lips dancing skilfully on your cunt, making you chant his name in an obscene mantra, he drank till the last drop of your arousal, like it was one of his favourite wines.

His tongue strokes over your sex, drawing fat strips with the hot muscle, enjoying your exquisite flavour like a starving man, but also pleased for being able to make you moan just like a porn star.

You could feel his hot tongue inside of you, his nose bumping with your clit, making your toes curl, you are not sure if it is because you love him so much, but Seungcheol is just so fucking good at giving you head, he knew where to touch, where to suck, he knows your body like the palm of his hand and that makes you even wetter.

And when he pressed his big hand onto your belly you felt how the coil that has been building up started to erupt, like firework exploiting inside of you, and when your orgasm washed you over, he drank it all, leaving you a trembling mess, receiving more pleasure from hearing you become such a mess just from giving you head, ignoring completely the hard on pressing painfully against his jeans.

His blonde hair felt soft against your thighs, when he lifted his face to looked at you, you could help but let a pathetic cry slip your mouth, his lips were bright red and glossy, chin covered in your arousal, he was panting, expression denoting adoration, making your heart melt in the spot.

His eyes looked at you lovingly, his tongue licking what it could from your excitement from his lips, his face got close to yours, lips kissing your earlobe feeling the cold metal of your piercing in his lips.

"I love you"

Your chest tightened, happiness overflowing your body, you stole a soft and innocent kiss from Seungcheol, making him laugh.

"I love you too"

"Happy birthday"

"Well now I'll go get your present" he got up and started to walk towards the door but you were confused.

"Wait" you said and he stopped in the door frame to look at you with a smile, head tilted to the side "My presents weren't the chocolates, the wine and the flowers?" the disorientation in your voice was obvious.

"No, that was just a small gift" he furrowed his eyebrows still smiling, yet his expression was showered in disbelief "Do you think I'm broke or something?"

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lolitakirstein · 2 months

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Hey Neighbor pt 6

Part 6

[Previous part]

a/n: Sorry this kind ends abruptly but the word count was getting high so I figured i'd split it up. it doesn't really move the story alone, but I had fun writing this part.

wc: ~1.1k

tags: @better-imagination-9

The sun slants through the curtains that normally you would have drawn. But as the piercing light stabs your retinas, the events of last night slowly come back to you. Albeit in bits and pieces. A drink, or two, maybe four? Walking. Ok, stumbling. Being on the ground, looking up at Toji. FUCK. You sit up and the sudden movement sends the room spinning. Toji saw me, drunk, on the ground.

That thought quickly unlocks more from last night: Toji carrying you to bed. You throw the blanket off, groaning both from the tilting of the room and your growing embarrassment.

Once dispensing a gracious amount of cat food to Mewsy as an apology for not feeding her the previous night, you sit at your kitchen table. Still trying to piece together the events of last night. Had you said anything stupid? Made more of a fool of yourself than what you think you already did? And more importantly, how do you ever face him again?

Ok, time for damage control. Let's see, he saw me drunk. That wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn’t also witnessed me rolling on the sidewalk like some kind of cat in heat and then carrying me like a child. Ok, the logical thing to do is to apologize. He saw me acting immature, so I’ll show him that I can be mature and own up to my mistakes.

After quick shower and a dusting of makeup to cover your dark circles, you check your reflection one more time in the hallway mirror and you open the front door. Before nerves can get the best of you, you stride next door.

You knock three times and pray that no one is home. I’ll count to five and if he doesn't answer I’ll—

The deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, revealing Toji in low-slung jeans and once again no shirt. His skin gleams with a thin layer of sweat. Smears of oil and dust coat his hands. His hair sticks to his sweaty brow and, once again your stomach clenches with a delicious warmth. Something about being around this man instantly kicks your body into overdrive. As if it’s in a perpetual state of ovulation when he’s near.

“Hey neighbor,” Toji greets you as he grabs a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands. The act is arousing. The thought of him working with his hands. Instead of working in his garage—which he had clearly been doing—you imagine what those hands you do to you. Would they be gentle? Or rough? Or would he alternate between soft touches and choking—-no, no, focus.

“Hey,” you clear your throat. “Is this a bad time?” Please let it be a bad time.

“Not at all,” he opens the door more. “C’mon in.” You step around him, trying not to brush against him.

“Hi y/n!” Megumi shouts as he runs down the hall towards you.His arms outstretched. The excited voice, normally adorable, pierces right into your skull causing you to grimace accidentally.

Megumi stops short, his arms falling to his side. “What’s wrong y/n.”

“Nothing, I’m just–”

“Y/n was out way past her bedtime son,” Toji interrupts behind you. He slams the door, hard. Another jolt of pain shoots inside your head. “Let's give her a round of applause for being able to stand upright today.”

Toji starts clapping his hands, Megumi following suit, jumping in place. More pain crackles behind your eyes. Asshole.

“I’m going to go,” you murmur, turning back, intending to run out the door. Toji's leaned against it, however, his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face. You’re blocked.

“Nonsense, we were just about to have lunch. Join us,” he coos, cupping and squeezing your face briefly before sauntering into the kitchen. You stare daggers at his bare back. Megumi grabs your hand pulling you to trail his father. “C’mon, y/n”

In the kitchen,Megumi climbs into a seat as Toji places a sandwich and some baby carrots in front of him. You remain standing, feeling out of place. Toji must notice because he pulls out a chair and gestures, albeit a bit dramatically. You roll your eyes before taking a seat.

“Here.” Toji places a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water in front of you. Your head spins from the thoughtful gesture, or it could just be the hangover. Nevertheless, a blush creeps into your cheeks.

“Are you sick,” Megs asks between bites of his sandwich.

“I—”

“Y/N was a bit of a party animal last night, fell down and dad had to carry her home,” Toji quips, pulling up a chair beside you with a sandwich of his own. HIs long legs stretched out. You whip your head towards him, intent on glaring him in the eye. You're then reminded that he is, still, shirtless. Your eyes betray you, drifting to his bare chest. Quickly you look away, focusing on pills and water.

“Isn’t that right, y/n” Toji presses. He's taunting you, wanting a reaction. Be mature be mature be mature. He nudges you with his leg. “Hmm??”

Taking a deep breath and gathering yourself, you look at Megumi. “Yes, I did have too much fun last night so I am a bit sick. And your father being shirtless and sweaty isn’t helping me feel any better.” So much for being mature.

Megumi giggles. Toji leans forward and places his forearms against the table. “Doesn’t seem to make you ill when you’re looking out your window at me,” he pretends to whisper, sending megumi into another fit of giggles

Shit! Did he know that you watched him? Now you look like a total creep. Fuck.

You try to think of something witty to say, but come up empty and embarrassed.

“Yeah didn’t think I would notice ya, staring out the window while i’m working out huh,” he prods.

“Can we talk?” you snap before he can say anything else humiliating.

“We are talking,” he gestures between the two of you.

“Alone,” you say softly, not wanting to hurt megumi’s feelings, excluding him.

After a few seconds of staring each other down, he finally yields. “Megs. take the rest of your lunch into the living room, Ok?”

Hanging his head, Megumi gathers the remainder of his meal and sulks out of the room.

“What?” Toji snarls.

“You always avoid adult conversations by using your child as a buffer,” you spit. Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Floors all yours, darling,” he gestures dramatically. “Let’s have an adult conversation.”

“First can you put on a shirt?” you ask

“Are you distracted?” he banters, a coy smile on his lips

You don’t take the bait. Instead scowl at him.

His smile falls as he sees you aren’t going to play his game. “Fine,” he grumbles, standing up and walking upstairs.

Now alone, you try to even remember why you came over here in the first place.

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 9 months

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The Brown Cat: A Modern Irish Fairytale | Moodboard & Wee Imagine

TH Masterlist

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I remember the stories my Nan used to tell me. Now, we Irish remember and especially those of the fílid, like my family. I especially liked the story, a local legend, about an Irish princess who fell in love with a Viking. She used to tell me that one over and over during rainy days, the ones on which it seems like the sky has a tear in it. Seated by the fire and enjoying tea with a sweet treat, she’d recount the tragic love story of the would-be king and queen of Waterford. Indeed, tragic, for, you see, the ancient Irish saw Love as a fatal affliction.

Their story didn’t end happily. The Viking was turned into a cat by the princess’s mother, feeling merciful enough to turn the man into her daughter’s favourite animal. However, after the transformation was completed, the pair heard a banshee howl.

And a few days after, the princess, mourning the loss of her love, thinking him dead on the battlefield, jumped off the cliffs. Some say you can see her at night, clutching an amulet of Thor. Others claim they’ve heard her wailing as they witnessed her fall or heard her laments on the wind.

The warrior-turned-cat has wandered the land ever since, desperately looking for his love because only true love’s kiss can break the curse. Nan used to say he looked like the fluffy yet gruff brown cat that wandered around the town in my youth. He was a gentle creature if a bit grumpy.

But surely too many years have passed for it to be the same cat who frequents my abode or the one that always seems to show up at the markets I participate in to promote my micro bakery.

Surely.

Then again, this is Ireland.

And she remembers.

Alfie

I used to be known by a different name. Alftun Bloodaxe, rumoured to be the spawn of Fenrir and I might very fucking well have been.

But the moment I saw the little dove we had captured as a hostage in the battle for Waterford, I was ready to put down my axe and become her guardian full time. Fucking hell, I was ready and craved the honour of becoming her man.

I brought her books, the thing she seemed to miss the most. There were nights she read some of them to me, either in her native tongue or in broken Norse. She soon got better at the latter, though. After all, she was a clever little bird.

She didn’t like the way I came by those books and scrolls, but I couldn’t exactly walk up to a monastery and simply expect them to hand over their best works. No, there was silver and gold to be had too.

Even back in the day, before becoming a quite literally damned cat, I was consumed by Greed.

Slowly but surely we started to understand each other. She taught me Gaeilge and how to read and I taught her Norse and told her the stories our skalds have told for ages. In turn, she told me those of her people.

She was an incredible storyteller. A proper fílid.

The similarities between some of those tales and sagas made us realise we weren’t so different.

She wasn’t meant to end up as my slave, a means to warm my bed.

And I hope she wished me to become something else other than a head on a pike or a very crispy corpse on a pire, cast out of Valhalla forever.

She was my equal.

She fucking was to be my queen.

Then Mommy dearest, some half-fairy witch from a powerful bloodline, swooped in and turned me into a ball of fluff when we marched on Waterford. I could console myself with knowledge my little dove had my amulet and that Freya would somehow let her know what happened.

But then came that horrible screech.

I’ll never forget that high-pitched wail, like a dying person’s last desperate attempt to call for help while dragging their iron nails over a blackboard.

That’s when I knew.

I knew I’d lose her.

And there was nothing I could do.

Nothing but hope I’d find her some day.

And now that I’ve finally have for the second time, having lost her once in her youth, I’m not letting her out of my sight.

Never again.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @mollybegger-blog @liliac-dreamer @hecatemoon87 @zablife @buttercupsandboys @wandawiccan60 @solomons-finest-rum @babaohhhriley @rose-like-the-phoenix @dreamlandcreations @vir-tual

Side note: I might turn this concept into a proper story once I've gotten over the massive writer's block I've been dealing with. If only because I can't get this off my mind and I need to nerd out over all things Irish, haha.

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Alfie Solomons x Reader

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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The Type You Save ~ T E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: N I N E

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Christian Grey is not a patient man. When he wants answers or results, his men know, he wants them yesterday. When he ordered for the search for Alex, he expected to find her right away. And three years later, he was at his limit. She was a ghost, completely off grid. Her boyfriend had remained in New York, making his life hell. When he put the hit on them, he got what he wanted: Barnes and Rogers out of New York.

Grey had moved operation to New York about a year after Alex had originally left, needed to move to make sure the feds were never on his tale. When they moved, Christian took all of Alex’s belongings with him. He never thought she would leave. And he sure as hell didn’t think she would have a problem with how he ran his business. Yes, ok, he tricked her into become ‘the Cat’ but at the time, she needed someone. Her brother fucked her over by stealing from him and then skipping out on the consequences. That little shit skipped town and disappeared same as her.

He looked at her picture he had when they were happy. He took a sip of the bourbon and wished he could have her back. The phone rang and Christian could see it was Walker.

“Boss I think I found them.”

“Are you certain?”

“We followed Barnes and Rogers out of New York, and they have found a place in San Francisco.  But sir, I think we have something bigger.”

“What could be bigger than ending those two fuckers who were ruining my life?”

“I think we found her as well.”

“Alexandra?” Christian’s heart stopped.

“Yeah, they have been seen with a woman who looks a lot like her.”

“I want confirmation in 24 hours Walker.”  He hung up the phone.  His pet, his sweetness. He smiled cruelly. God willing, it was her and he could work on getting her back, whether by force or not. He got up and went to the girl still lounging on his bed, a girl who looked like his. He kissed her, imagining her to be Alex. “Work me,” he ordered. She went to work, sucking him off as he dreamed it was Alex. Soon, I’ll have you back.

Sam Wilson has always been optimistic but pessimistic. Being a district attorney in New York shaped the way he saw the law. Being banished (in his mind) from New York after mobster Christian Grey put a hit on him, he would do anything to bring that bastard down. So when Bucky Barnes calls and says that one of his former lieutenants has information but needs immunity, he jumped at the chance.

Sam was now in private practice, no longer working for the government but he still had connections with every DA in almost every city. He was now based out of Los Angeles but jumped on the first flight to San Francisco. He was intrigued by the idea of information to bring Grey down. As he landed, he saw a familiar face. “Yo! Rogers!”

“Hey Sam!” They hugged and Steve led him to his car. “How have you been? I know you left New York six months before us.”

“Settle with the practice now, have a solid client base. Weird adjustment from New York. They are sue happy here.”

“I bet. San Francisco is so much slower paced than New York. But with all the changes we’ve been dealing with, we haven’t had any rest.”

“How is Alex? I missed her. How did you guys even find her?”

“Pure coincidence man. They were meant to be together. That has to be the only explanation.” Steve looked sideways. “She has a surprise.”

“What? Is she blonde now?” Sam cackled from his joke.

“No but I can’t wait to see your face,” Steve smirked. He pulled up to the apartment building and helped Sam with his bag. They chatted as they entered and saw all the boxes.

“What the- why is the apartment is a mess?”

“Its what happens when the wife moves back in,” Alex said with a smile coming into the room. Sam smiled and scooped her into a hug.

“Alexandra, it is so good to see you girl.” Sam pulled back. “Something’s different about you.”

“That I’m more fabulous than before? I know this Sam. You look good.”

“Thanks. Working out in California has its perks.”

“California?”

“Yeah, I left New York about six months before these clowns did. Grey,” he explained.

“That fucking bastard.” James walked in. “I didn’t realize that was the reason Sam,” as he shook his hand.

“Yeah, well Buck, didn’t think anyone needed to know the reason. But, I’m just glad you found our girl here. So, let’s sit and talk about this.” Sam took to the couch with Steve while Alex sat on James’s lap. “Alex, tell me what happened.”

Alex explained everything from those couple of weeks three years ago. As she was finishing, a knock came from the front door. As Steve went to answer, Sam turned back to Alex. “So, you never touched the painting?”

“Just to put the protective screen on it. But no, never touched it.”

“And Grey never figured it out.”

“No idea. I dumped my phone and drove out of town on my bike. I wore a wig for a few months before…”

“MAMA!” Drew raced in and launched himself at Alex. Alex caught him and hugged him tight.

“Did I miss something?” Sam looked wide eye at the kid. The boy stopped and looked at Sam. He went to James and climbed into his lap.

“Daddy? Who is that?”

“Daddy?” He looked at the little boy who looked like a duplicate of James. “Bucky? You’re a dad?”

James smiled. “Andrew, this is one of our friends, Uncle Sam. Sam, this is mine and Alex’s son, Andrew James Richards-Barnes.”

Drew inspected Sam. “Hi. Are you a police officer too?”

“No, I’m a lawyer. I work with the judge.”

“I dunno what that means.” Drew furrowed his brow and turned to James. “Daddy?”

“He helps police officers but he’s not one. Its ok Chief. He’s a good guy.”

“Okies.” Drew turned back to Sam. “You’re Uncle Sam?”

“Yeah buddy, Uncle Sam.”

“Okies. Did you want to play with my fire truck?” Drew smiled at his new friend.

“I would love too, Drew.” Drew ran to his room to find his truck. Sam looked up at James and Alex. “You guys have a kid.”

“We do,” Alex said. “So, you can see why its important to find out where I stand in the world.”

“Well, in my understanding, you are not wanted for anything. Therefore, you can move freely as a normal person. My only concern would be that you could be found by Grey. We could ask for a closed and sealed name change for you under the pretense of threat.”

“I could?” Alex looked at him with hope in her eyes. “I could change my name to Barnes?”

Sam smiled. “Absolutely. Technically you are married, a marriage certificate was issued and that’s enough to request a name change.”

Alex turned into James, crying softly. Her nightmare of not being with James was over. James kissed her head as he held tight to her hand. “What’s the next step?”

“I’ll get the paperwork together,” Sam replied. “Doing this in California will stall any search. I can help with transferring anything into your name. I assume your new name is Alexandra Barnes.”

“Yeah. Also for Drew. Need to drop the Richards.”

“I can handle that as well.” Sam smiled. “Congratulations Alex.” He looked down as a toy car hit his foot. He looked up to see Drew giggling. “Now Mr. Drew, what are we playing?”

“Bad guys. You chase the bad guy. Uncle Steve is the bad guy.”

“Why am I the bad guy?” Steve pouted.

“Wanted cha-co-late and you said no.”

Everyone chuckled. “He has a point punk.”

“Whatever jerk.”

A month later, Alex, Drew and James walked out of Superior Court, their new names listed officially. “You’re a free woman, doll. What do you want to do first?”

“A honeymoon.” Alex eyes sparkled. “We never got to go on our honeymoon.”

“We can’t go on a honeymoon; I just started my new job.” James thought for a moment. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go visit Uncle Sam in LA and go to Disneyland? A family vacation for a long weekend. And in a few months, I can take some time off, we can have Nat or Steve watch Drew for the week and then we can have our honeymoon.”

Alex pouted. “But…”

“Alexandra, you know I want to. But responsibilities come first for now.” He kissed her softly. “I promise doll, we’ll get to go. And I promise,” he dropped his voice, “I’ll play with you tonight.”

A smirk crossed Alex’s face. “You promise Inspector?”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much I’ll keep that promise,” he growled. “But first, c’mon Chief!” He lifted Drew to his shoulders with a squeal. “I promised my boy here the swings!”

“And ice cream!” Drew laughed.

As they walked away from the courthouse, a dark sedan remained parked. Walker peered through his binoculars. Ah, hello Kitty, he thought to himself. He started to take video of the family and snapped a few photos. He forwarded them to Grey as proof. This will complicate things, he thought. She has a husband and a child. The phone rang and Walker knew he was in for a hell of a phone call.

“SHE HAS A CHILD?!?”

“I know boss, I’m just as surprised.”

“My pet, my beloved Alex is a mother. And with that goody two shoes asshole!” Walker could just see that Grey was pacing in his office.

“I know sir. How would you like me to proceed?”

“Hang back. I don’t want to hurt her child. We need to plan on how to attack this. Get back to New York.”

“Yes sir.”

Twenty-four hours later had Walker sitting with Nate in front of Grey. Grey was pacing like a caged animal. “How could she do this to me? We were in love. I know, I know. We had our differences, but she was always meant to come back.”

“Boss, what should we do?”

Christian finally sat down at his desk and put his head in his hands. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt her child. He would be mine once we have her.”

“Are you sure you want to take on a child, especially one that is not yours?” Walker asked.

“Its hers. That’s all that matters.” Grey slammed his fist on the desk. “Archibald, start packing up the office.”

“Sir?”

“We are going to be moving our operations. We have to get out of New York anyways.”

Walker tilted his head. “And where are we going?”

“The West Coast.” Grey poured himself a drink. “We are going to be closer to Mrs. Barnes,” he spitted out.

Nate started to tap on his phone. “To the safe house in Los Angeles or…”

“No, not too close. Seattle.” Grey smirked. “We are moving to Seattle. We need to move as quietly as possible. Once we are settled and have the operations up and running again, I will have Nate visit with Alex.”

“To what end?” Walker asked. He looked pained. “Why do we need to have her boss? I get that Kitty is important to you but she’s not important to the business.”

“You really have no idea do you Walker? Can’t stand that I hold her above everyone else?” Grey got in Walker’s face. “Simply because I want her is enough of a reason to get her. Got it?”

Walker swallowed. “Yes Mr. Grey.”

“As I stated, I will have Nate visit her when the time is right. She trusted you, you helped her escape. You’re lucky I only beat you.” Grey threw back his drink. “Its time ‘Snake’ that you repay your debt to me.”

“What should I tell her?”

“That I will be offering an ultimatum. And my money is that she will take it.” Grey gave a big smile. “Have a surveillance team on the family until we are ready. Whether that is in six months or a year, I want to have every detail of her life noted. She won’t get away this time.”

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Please please please can you write a John Stones one based on last nights match maybe involve your kids just fluffy please

I had in mind of writing sth about last night but, due to the little time I have and all the requests I have to write, I worked on this short but sweet fic. Hope you like it! 💞

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy @johnstonesfc @prideofpd

Mr Man of the Match - John Stones

There was only one word to describe the way John played in that night game against Chelsea: perfection. He defended splendidly hence winning a well deserved Man of the Match award. You were literally buzzing at the sight of him so happy, hugging his teammates after the win.

Iris and Aidan, your babies, were really excited too and started jumping around the room the moment Riyadh scored the key goal for the result. Well, Iris would have liked to bounce around with her brother but she was still too little to be able to do that, so she just kept on babbling and looking around to see what was happening.

"Daddy's been amazing!" You encouraged them as he turned the volume of his joyful cheers even louder the moment their dad appeared in the screen to do the post march interview.

"Daddy!!" Aidan screamed pointing his finger at the tv.

You looked at the screen with a big grin plastered on your face as you were cradling baby Iris in your arms.

John himself had the biggest grin ever on his face, you were pretty sure he was on cloud nine after the amazing performance he just gave.

"When will dada come home?"

"Late baby, you can't wait for him awake"

"In an hour?"

"Nope, in 3 hours at least"

"Oh no!" He always said those two words holding the biggest grudgethat never failed to make you laugh. He really was such an adorable kid. "But I wanna see dad!"

"It's getting late, hun, and it's way past your bedtime" You said, glancing at the time the clock's hands were striking, past 11.

Aidan huffed as he wasn’t exactly happy with the decision you took for him but he still walked upstairs as you followed him to help get changed to go to bed.

John arrived a couple of hours later and of course he found you all asleep. He smiled when he saw you sleeping in Aidan’s tiny bed next to him with Iris breathing peacefully on your chest.

"Hi pretty lady" He cooed, brushing his forefinger against her blonde thin hair, her blue eyes fixed on him.

You stirred in your sleep and blurted your eyes put when your eyes recognised the tall figure before you.

"Hey"

He sat on the bed as you hugged him thighs, your lips pressed in his temple.

"Welcome home, Mr Man of the Match" You whispered before kissing him on the lips.

John got up, with Iris in his arms so you could get up too and go to your bigger bed.

"You played so brilliantly" You shared a quick chat about the game before going to bed as your eyes travelled on his movements as his was taking his clothes off.

"I'm so so proud of you" You whispered while snuggling against his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. "You deserve it"

"What do you want, Mrs Stones? You're being too nice for your own standards..."

"I can't say I'm proud of my man??"

"I know you want something in return..." John muttered, kissing your collarbone and following then in your neck.

"I want - Aidan?? Wh -"

"Daddy's here!" Your son screamed at the top of his lungs before throwing himself into your bed, making you and John laugh out loud.

"You were great!"

"Thanks buddy!" He ruffled his hair before kissing his head.

"You should be sleeping..."

He ignored you as he had already fallen asleep in his dad's arms, his own hero.

"Well, I guess I won't give you my reward tonight"

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Dreams in the Night - Stranger Things - Steddie, Chapter 2 of 9

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing!

a/n - posting early today because I actually have to leave the house! 😆

Summary: Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

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For: @lady-lostmind (lady_lostmind on AO3)

Relationships: steddie, platonic stobin

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: ~18600

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: vampire!Eddie, Kas!Eddie, hurt/comfort, bisexual!Steve, bisexual!Eddie, platonic stobin, steddie

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Chapter 2: In the Night

It had not been a quiet day at Family Video, nor a quiet couple of days since the day after his last dream. For some reason everyone seemed to have decided it was time to break out the Christmas movies and were angry and disappointed when the one they wanted to rent was already out.

Steve had made it home after his shift this time, grabbed something vaguely nutritious from the freezer, heated it in the microwave, forced himself to eat it, took a hot shower, and retreated to bed with painkillers and plenty of water. His head was killing him, and he was dog tired. Even without more nightmares, he hadn’t been sleeping well. Almost as if his brain was anticipating them and therefore not letting him sleep as deeply as he should have been.

This time, sleep came more as an inevitability than a gift.

When he opened his eyes and found himself looking down an alley towards someone stood under a streetlight at the other end, something felt different. It wasn’t quite like a dream. For a start, he recognised what was happening. Before he had always woken up and realised he had dreamed, but he hadn’t connected the facts in the moment. It occurred to him he might be lucid dreaming now.

He could feel the hunger of the vampire whose eyes he was seeing through. And there was more too. There was anger there as well. It was then Steve realised who he was seeing at the end of the alley. It was Andy from the basketball team. Last Steve had heard before everyone had graduated, Andy had been dropped by the coach after it came out what he had done to Erica, but apparently that wasn’t enough of a punishment for Steve’s subconscious.

Andy was talking to someone who had their back to the hunter and Steve could feel restlessness in his host. He hadn’t been in on anything this early in a hunt before. Always it had been just before the attack. This was new.

His host lifted his arm, placing a hand on the corner of the wall he was hiding behind. There was a soft clink of metal on brick. Steve was shocked when he saw a clear hand in his line of vision. Everything about his host had always been fuzzy in previous dreams, like it didn’t matter, but now he could see the vampire’s hand.

Only he knew that hand. The silver rings on each finger were as clear as day, and oh so very familiar. Shock lanced through him, cold and encompassing, and for a second, he felt it echoed.

Steve sat bolt upright in bed.

Eddie, it was Eddie. He was seeing through Eddie’s eyes.

Something about that fact made it real. For those first few seconds he had no doubt at all. He looked down at the scars on his side, touched his fingers to the one around his neck. There was only one thing he and Eddie had in common, they had both been attacked by the demobats. Robin’s question about rabies jumped into his mind. Maybe the bats hadn’t had rabies, but maybe they had had something else, something Upside Down crazy.

He was half out of bed reaching for the phone in the corner before he stopped.

The idea it could be some weird fantasy crept in. He couldn’t do that to Dustin, or to the others. And even if it was real, what if the government got wind that Eddie was alive because someone said something at the wrong time. There was no guarantee they would be able to find him before the men in suits did. The idea Eddie might vanish quietly was terrifying. With Owens back in charge things seemed to be on the level, but Steve didn’t fully trust anyone with government connections. Not after everything that had happened.

Steve was well aware he wasn’t usually the ideas man. He was more about instinct, so he followed it now. If he was connected to Eddie somehow, that suggested Eddie was also connected to him. The fact Eddie had been hunting people who had annoyed Steve in some way, plenty of whom Eddie could not have known about, gave weight to the idea. And he was almost sure Eddie had had some reaction to him before the connection broke tonight. Even if Eddie didn’t seem aware of him in the way he was aware of Eddie, there was something there. Which meant if might be possible for Steve to lure the other man to him.

Really not sure what he was doing, he climbed out of bed the rest of the way and went to the window. He threw it open, heedless of the cold, before heading back to sit on top of his comforter, only grabbing a shirt as an after thought. Closing his eyes, he did his best to calm his thudding heart and tumbling thoughts. As he brought up what he had been seeing in his “dream” he narrowed his focus to it. Concentrating as hard as he knew how, he called.

His skin prickled with goosebumps, the wind whipped through his open window full of winter chill, but he didn’t move. He refused to be swayed from his thoughts, lost in his need to be sure, to protect. Time lost meaning, until there was the scrape of shoes on concrete outside his window.

Eyes snapping open, he moved towards the window without thinking. It almost seemed like a dream as he took in the familiar figure standing below.

“Hello, Eddie,” he said, looking into the eyes of the friend he had barely had time to make.

Eddie wasn’t dressed as Steve remembered. He was all in black, but the clothes looked mismatched, as if he had taken what he could get. Eddie was also a lot cleaner. He had a silvery scar on his face, but not blood or dirt, and his hair was clean. Wherever Eddie had been hiding, he had not been living like an animal.

The only familiar thing about what Eddie was wearing were the rings that had finally given him away as Steve saw through his eyes.

Steve took all this in, eyes roving over the man before him, until he returned to Eddie’s face.

A black-on-black gaze stared back at him, pulling him in. It would have been easy to fall into it, but he blinked and broke the spell. A crease appeared between Eddie’s eyebrows at that.

“You shouldn’t be able to do that,” Eddie said, studying him as if trying to figure him out. “No one else has been able to do that. Why can you?”

“Because we’re linked,” Steve said, now they were so close, feeling the thrum of Eddie’s presence. “Do you know why you came here tonight?”

“I wanted to have dinner with an old friend,” Eddie said with a fangy smile, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

“I called you,” Steve said before Eddie could go on. “I’ve been seeing through your eyes. Needed to know you were real.”

“Oh, I’m real, Steve,” Eddie said, staring up at him. “Going to let me in?”

It was a taunt, but Steve had already made up his mind. After all his new nail bat, the one he had made even though it was all supposed to be over, was still safely in the back of his closet. He knew for a fact he couldn’t hurt Eddie, he didn’t have it in him.

“Of course,” he said, “come in, Eddie.”

The look of shock on Eddie’s face made him want to smile, even as spikes of adrenaline shot through his system as Eddie shifted into motion. Eddie had been strong before, the way he’d thrown Steve against the wall of the boathouse showing he was very capable, but the way he ran and jumped at the window, pulling himself up seemingly effortlessly was very different.

“Why, Steve,” Eddie asked, stepping into his room with a grace he had rarely shown before, “why did you call me if you know what I am?”

Steve couldn’t answer that, so he turned his back on his guest. He heard Eddie growl and suddenly there was a body flush with his, a hand on his chin and one on the side of his head holding him in a vice like grip.

“You expect mercy?” Eddie hissed in his ear.

“No,” Steve replied, because he had been in Eddie’s head, he knew that wasn’t something Eddie understood at the moment.

“You want to die?” Eddie asked, grip not loosening, but anger fading from his tone.

“No,” Steve said again, “but you haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“How do you know?” Eddie whispered, annoyance back in his voice.

“I told you, I’ve been seeing through your eyes,” he said, “since a couple of months after El put Vecna down. I’ve seen you hunt.”

Eddie growled at the name.

“He used me,” Eddie hissed. “I was an attack dog in his grand plan. Then … then he was dead.”

It sounded to Steve like Eddie wasn’t really clear what had happened.

“Took me so much time to remember,” Eddie went on. “Crawled out of there when I could.”

Steve wanted to ask how. The gates were supposed to be completely closed, but he didn’t have time.

“Do you want to use me too, Stevie?” Eddie snarled in his ear. “Is that what this plan of yours is all about?”

“No,” he said for a third time. “I want you back.”

“Even like this?” Eddie breathed more than spoke that question.

“Even like this,” he responded.

Eddie laughed, a quiet but derisive sound.

“Poor Steve,” Eddie said, tone singsong and mocking, “trying to save everyone, even little old me. There’s nothing left to save.”

Before he could reply to that, Steve’s head was yanked to one side and pain ripped through his neck. It was agonising and he couldn’t help the cry it pulled from his lips. But it did something else too, it smashed open the connection between them. Steve felt Eddie with a clarity he hadn’t before. Rather than pulling away from it, he stepped into it with all the desperation he was feeling.

Reality disappeared and he was looking at a hellscape of devastation. It was a fantasy landscape like he’d seen in some of Dustin’s books, only the echo of Vecna’s corruption was everywhere. Vines clinging to every part of what he was seeing, even as they decayed. Steve could feel Eddie everywhere, sense him in all he was seeing.

He came to a stunning realisation: he was in Eddie’s mind.

Not understanding anything, but sensing what he had to do, Steve took every memory he had, every tiny piece of knowledge he had gained from everyone else about Eddie and he threw it outwards. Seeing Eddie on tables at school, the boathouse, Skull rock, The Upside Down, The RV, The Upside Down the second time, what he had seen of Eddie’s home, vague imaginings of stories the boys had told him about their interactions with Eddie. He made it all manifest. Scenes appeared around him with ghostly versions of those he remembered. Only his memories of Eddie seemed solid as they faded into the fantasy landscape.

Moment after moment burst into being around him like an explosion. And where the memory version of Eddie touched the devastation in Eddie’s mind, it burst into flames.

He could feel Eddie’s shock as if it was his own, along with the pain of the purifying fire. Rotting vines turned to ash as the abstract landscape melted and twisted, becoming parts of real places. Fantasy burned as reality replaced it.

It was chaos.

As suddenly as he had been dragged in, Steve found himself thrown back into the real world, falling forward as Eddie pushed him away, howling in pain. He collapsed to the carpet, lying there dazed, only just able to turn to look at Eddie.

“What have you done?” Eddie snarled at him. “What have you done?”

He honestly couldn’t be sure as he watched Eddie fall to his knees, fists clutched to the side of his head. The howls had become horrible moans as Eddie curled in on himself.

Steve’s thoughts were sluggish, moving like molasses. The sense of Eddie was there in the back of his mind, a maelstrom, but it was remote now. Nothing was helping him focus.

It felt like an age before he could do more than lay there, completely useless as Eddie suffered. He didn’t know what to do. Couldn’t figure out if he had just made everything worse. He needed to help somehow. It was a desperate need, and finally, it was enough to make him move.

He crawled towards Eddie on his hands and knees, half collapsing beside his very much not dead friend. Eddie had stopped making any noise at all, just lying there shaking, so Steve did the only thing he could. He dragged Eddie into his arms, pulling him against his chest. Somehow, he couldn’t be sure of the exact method, he managed to drag himself and Eddie towards the bed, until he was leaning against it with the other man in his arms.

Then he did what he did best, he held on.

End of Chapter 2

On to Chapter 3

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EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 6 - Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing

TITLE: things that are lost (and the things still within reach)

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Fon & Hibari Kyoya

SUMMARY:

After they break the Curse and the Arcobaleno get back their adult bodies, Hibari seeks out Fon for a little talk.

TAGS: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Bonding, Character Study (a little), Arcobaleno Curse

WARNINGS: Light Angst, Grief/Mourning

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net

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EVENT: KHR Rare Pair Week 2023

PROMPT: Day 6 - Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing

TITLE: things that are lost (and the things still within reach)

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Fon & Hibari Kyoya

SUMMARY:

After they break the Curse and the Arcobaleno get back their adult bodies, Hibari seeks out Fon for a little talk.

TAGS: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Bonding, Character Study (a little), Arcobaleno Curse

WARNINGS: Light Angst, Grief/Mourning

LINKS: Ao3 & Ff.net /End PT]

Fon is fresh out of a shower, drying his hair with a towel when someone knocks on the door of his bedroom. He flicks his eyes higher up the door to the ceiling even when he was already at eye level with it, then catches himself and looks down again, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Yes?"

Kyoya opens the door, looking down before he catches himself too and looks up to meet his eye, and Fon smiles wider.

After the Curse, every little instance of him forgetting he was now stuck in an infant body as he got used to it sent him into a spiral of anger, bitterness and despair he forcefully smothered down lest he gave in to it. It was a small mercy when his mind finally caught up to his new cursed body, though it left him with an awful aftertaste of loss, but now, he's in no hurry to get used to his adult body again.

He startles when he sits up in bed to get up and his feet immediately touch the floor, has to constantly catch himself to not jump on chairs, tables and counters so the world won't loom down on him too much, doesn't need to constantly look up anymore to look at his surroundings, and it all always makes a burst of happiness rush through his veins.

"Strange, isn't it?" he asks.

Fon didn't think he'd ever get the chance to stand in this room again in his adult body. In his room, and left exactly as he last saw it all those decades ago, he could almost pretend all those decades of his life weren't taken away from him.

"Not to me," Kyoya says. "Mother never allowed anyone in here, and I've never seen you in here before either."

Fon's smile fades on his lips. He doesn't know if Kyoya meant it to sting, but it'd be only fair of him if that was the case. "I see."

Kyoya's never seen him in the mansion often altogether, and never for long whenever Fon brought himself to visit. It took him about a decade after the Curse to show his face again to his sister, and he could never bring himself to spend the night in their house either.

She left his room the exact same way he saw it last, maybe waiting for him to step foot in it again, maybe out of anger, resentment or loss for someone who could have as well been dead for how little he was in her life, but standing in his room again back in his adult body, he could never fool himself thinking no time has passed at all. If anything, that his room was left the exact same as the last time he saw it before he was cursed is only proof of how long he was gone from their lives, and no matter how accurately they might pretend everything is still the same, it's time they'll never get back again.

"Come on in," he says when Kyoya fails to do so on his own, noting the strangeness of it.

He walks to his desk, lowering the towel from his hair, Kyoya following after him.

"I'll do it."

Fon glances at him, almost pausing, but sits down and picks up the brush to give it to him.

Well, that's new. He's stalling. Should Fon worry?

Kyoya drapes his hair over the back of the chair first before silently brushing his hair, keeping his eyes down.

Should Fon try to lighten his mood first?

"Do you remember? When you were little—"

"No need for useless reminiscences."

"Why, are you embarrassed?" Kyoya catches his eye through the mirror on the desk, scowling and glaring, and how cute of him. Fon chuckles. "When you were little, you used to hate my long braid because I'd always purposefully smack it across your face whenever we played together. And when you thought me asleep, you'd try to sneak up close to me with a scissor. Remember?"

"So?" he asks, a slight smirk at the corner of his lips he doesn't try to hide because of course, he's entirely unrepentant for it to this day.

"You said this is why you'd never let yourself have long hair."

"I never said that."

Fon grins, holding back his laughter and hiding his mouth with his sleeve. "You very much did, and it was very endearing of you. I wish we had gotten it on camera or something."

"I would have broken it." Fon grins wider but keeps his mouth shut. Kyoya wouldn't have. "Long hair's a nuisance for fighting anyway."

"Only if your strength can't make up for it."

Kyoya doesn't take his comment personally, not even sparing him a glance. He has, of course, all the reasons in the world to be too self-assured for that, but Fon couldn't help but try teasing him anyway.

Kyoya brushes his hair with sure hands, using only the needed amount of strength to not hurt him as he untangles any knots he comes over, sometimes combing his hair with his fingers first to make it easier on the brush after. There's familiarity in the way he moves his hands, and Fon finds himself a little entranced by the sight of it.

This isn't a skill he knew Kyoya to have, nor would he be able to tell when or how he picked it up. More likely he learned it on his mother, and though the image of it makes him smile, his heart also clenches at the same time.

It's more likely the case, but he wouldn't know. He knows Kyoya, of course he does, but the little things about him like this aren't things he'd know unless he witnesses them by himself or someone fills him in.

And it's a bittersweet feeling to now know with certainty he has the time to learn all of it, but it'll never feel the same as if he was able to be there by Kyoya's side to learn them at the same time as Kyoya made it things that'd come to define him. It won't make it any less meaningful, but it's still hard to not taste loss heavy on his tongue.

"Kyoya," he says when he still keeps silent. Kyoya hates to feel like his hands are being forced, but... "You know you can always talk to me about anything, don't you?"

He tries to catch his eye through the mirror, but Kyoya firmly keeps his eyes down. His hands become stiff, his jaw clenching.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"About what?"

"About how I destroyed your boss watch on purpose."

Fon widens his eyes. Oh. Has it been troubling him all this time? "You destroyed it in anger. In frustration."

"I still destroyed it."

"What do you think I should say?"

Kyoya huffs, briefly glancing at him. "You're asking me? What about anger? Resentment."

"I could never resent you for anything, Kyoya."

"Anger then."

Fon smiles before shaking his head. "No, not anger. I doubt this will help you, but if you really need to hear it... " He marks a purposeful pause, but Kyoya doesn't stop him from saying more. "It was more like despair. We all had our doubts over whether Checker Face would truly keep his word, but if someone could free us from our Curse, it was him. So seeing you break the boss watch like that, it felt like I was back on top of that mountain in a body that wasn't mine, forced to realize my whole life burnt down to the ground before I could do anything about it. And at that moment, that it came from you of all people did make it hurtful. Felt a little like a betrayal." Kyoya clenches his jaw harder, a somber look on his face. "And then, in the very next instant, I realized how silly I was to not have seen it coming."

Kyoya pauses, frowning and catching his eye. "What?"

Fon chuckles. "I found it very amusing that I didn't once consider the possibility of this very scenario happening when I asked you to become my representative. It was a very you thing to do after all, wasn't it?"

"Are you saying this just to make me feel better?"

"Not at all. It was a joy to see, truly. If I were to keep being an Arcobaleno indefinitely, I would have wished for no other memories to make it more bearable but of you being well and living your life to the fullest no matter what anyone tells you. And..." he cranes his neck back to directly look him in the eye "... I realized how unfair it was to you for me to feel that way when I hadn't explained anything to you properly."

Kyoya purses his lips, glaring down at him. "I said, don't coddle me. You had. I knew exactly what it'd mean for you if I were to break your watch."

"But you didn't," he says, smiling. "All I said to you was that the Representative Battle was my chance to be free from the Curse that turned me into an infant and shackled me to a pacifier that constantly stole my flames from me. But that is the least painful thing the Curse costed us."

Oh, it was certainly painful, but standing on top of that mountain newly cursed, the world didn't stop turning, only theirs. The world didn't change in any way, the things they achieved and worked hard for all their lives still existing and attached to their names, and the things and people they cared about still alive and well and caring about them in turn.

They were the only ones who were changed so fundamentally, so irreversibly, they knew right there and then they'd never be able to hold onto what was theirs the same way as before. And being the only ones different from before, they wouldn't get any understanding or comfort from even the people closest to them, the ones who loved them the most.

To this day, Fon truly doesn't know how he managed to drag himself down that mountain knowing the world would look at him, would look at all he lost and at how broken it left him, and still see him as whole. That it'd tell him to go on as if it was the easiest thing to do because it wouldn't see any reason why it couldn't be.

And he knew that going back to his family before he managed to pick some pieces of himself off the floor—any one of them, only for them to also see him as whole and the same as before would have truly finished breaking him for good.

"You'd be dead right now if it wasn't for the little animal," Kyoya says, his voice quieter and his anger gone from it.

"You didn't know that at the time. None of us did."

"You seem to think I'd have chosen differently if I did."

Fon blinks, frowning, genuinely taken aback. He turns sideways to look at him more comfortably. "Of course you would have. Don't you know?"

"I'm well aware of what kind of person I am."

A smile pulls at Fon's lips, a little lost and incredulous. "Well, it seems we have a problem then, because I happen to also know exactly what kind of person you are."

What even...?

Kyoya, who's so fiercely caring and protective, who'd do anything to keep the things and people he cares about whole, safe and happy, who's always been that way, but this is...?

Kyoya averts his eyes, something like... like shame on his face. Like uncertainty, like doubts.

It hits Fon then, realization sinking in.

"Your taste for battles doesn't make you any less kind," he blurts out before he can think any better of it.

Kyoya predictably scowls, but it looks more like a pout, embarrassed as he's always been whenever someone points out his soft side. Fon simply smiles at him.

He is of a kind and caring nature, and it's something he chose to make part of him all on his own. He did need guidance when he was little, when he sometimes turned someone's face bloody at any perceived offense of theirs, but from the beginning Kyoya's never been interested in violence for the sake of violence. Not when his opponent can't hold his own against him.

Fon has no doubts that if he knew what the stakes truly were, it wouldn't even have ever crossed his mind to break the boss watch however angry and frustrated he was at the time. It wouldn't.

Yet, Fon can only understand where his doubts stem from.

He reaches for him, Kyoya halfheartedly raising his hand to smack his own away, but he ends up letting him hold his hand.

"You will not stray," he says, and he feels Kyoya's hand tense, as well as the aborted movement to tug it free. "You have yet to, too. But even if you were ever to stray, I'll find you and guide you back to the right path again."

Kyoya took to fighting as if it was second nature and he's always been among the strongs ever since. And then he's always made sure to be the strongest no matter who he was surrounded with.

But there comes a point when your strength so obviously surpasses anyone else's, to the point you know for a fact no one would ever be able to stop you from doing whatever you want where it makes it hard to not lose sight of why you became so strong to begin with. Of the lines you drew in the sand to hold yourself accountable to the ways you'll use that strength.

It makes it hard to justify why it is you shouldn't use your strength whenever you want and as freely as you want to take the easy path in making the world around you exactly what you want it to be, and even makes it feel like a waste to restrict it in any way.

Fon would know, and it isn't the proudest time of his life, to say the least.

Kyoya won't ever have to as long as he'll watch over him.

He squeezes his hand. "So don't limit yourself or hold yourself back, and keep growing as freely as you've ever been, all right?"

Kyoya holds his gaze a moment before his face lightens for the first time since he came in his room. "That was already my intention," he says, pulling his hand free. Fon smiles fondly at him. Of course. Hibari Kyoya is not one to let something like doubt stop him, or even so much as slow him down. "But it would have been annoying if you were still cursed or dead right now."

Fon bites the inside of his cheek to not burst out laughing, and there's a distinct pink tint dusting Kyoya's cheeks as they look at each other. "How can I possibly not tease you when you're so adorable like this?"

"Shut up." He roughly makes him face the mirror again, making him laugh. "I said, shut up," he says again, throwing the brush on the desk with more strength than necessary.

Fon obediently leans forwards to let him drape his hair over the back of the chair again, and bites on his laughter as he starts braiding them. He'd rather not upset him too much when the fate of his hair is in his hands like this.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice it was weighing on your mind," he says. "But it really just didn't occur to me to hold it against you."

"That makes you the weird one."

He huffs a laugh. "You think? I mean, you're a child, Kyoya. So sometimes you're impulsive, rash and selfish, and only care about the things you want. There's inevitably consequences to it at times, but it's only natural and I would never hold it against you." More likely he wasn't even thinking of the consequences of his actions at the time, entirely focused on the present moment and how he wanted to fight right then and there and not a second later. "Besides," he adds, teasing, "I did steal your preys from you that night, didn't I?"

Annoyance flickers across his face like Fon thought it might. "Which was still completely unnecessary of you. And I'm not a child."

"Yes, of course not. A teenager then. And one who's grown up beautifully from the child he was." Is it wrong of Fon to feel proud of him even knowing he purposefully missed much of that growth, even knowing he wasn't there nearly often enough or for long enough to take credit for any of it? "And what if you did know what the stakes truly were anyway? I'd have understood. I can only be more of a stranger to you than—"

Kyoya harshly tugs on his hair. "Says who?"

"Ow!" Fon cries out, more out of surprise than any real pain, bringing his hand to his hair to massage his scalp. "My apologies."

They don't seem to do anything to soothe Kyoya's anger, but the fierce glare he looks at him with, daring him to argue with him and warning him against it at the same time, makes warmth course through his body.

Yet, for all he knows Kyoya, he does, he's at the same time a stranger to him in too many ways for it not to hurt.

Fon was there for his sister's pregnancy and would have never allowed himself to miss Kyoya's birth either. But he wasn't there for Kyoya's first word, or for when he first learned to say his name. He wasn't there for his first steps, for his first tooth growing or the first one to fall, and he wasn't there either for his first day at school.

Fon was the one to gift him his first pair of tonfas, and he's loved him from the moment he learned of his existence, he has. Surely he's allowed to believe it means something, but years could still pass sometimes between his last visit and the next, and he'd have to catch up on all he missed and learn to know him all over again.

But catching up on all he missed was still going to feel like loss compared to if the Curse around his neck didn't make it too painful for him to constantly remain at his side.

Their infant bodies never worked like real infant bodies, but holding his newly born nephew in his arms while being the same size as him, while knowing he'd soon be bigger than him even when Fon should have had the certainty he'd be able to protect him against the entire world if need be, felt like someone was gouging his heart out of his chest. He held him with arms the same sizes as his, and the thought they could fail him now of all times, giving in under his weight and harming him for it terrified him.

It was so, so bitter knowing his cursed appearance was the only one Kyoya would know him with, so painful to know he was barely able to hug him as it was and soon wouldn't even be able to hold his hand, Fon cried over his beautiful, peaceful and sleeping form.

Ah. Free from the Curse at last, and yet there's so much left from what it took away from him for him to grieve and mourn over.

How bittersweet.

"Here," Kyoya says, flipping his braid over his shoulder.

Fon takes it in his hands, looking at it as he slides his hand down his braid. It looks good. "Thank you."

"I'm still growing, and you're not going anywhere this time." Fon pauses, holding his breath. "So stop looking at me like that, it's annoying."

It takes him another moment for him to dare look him in the eye. Kyoya raises his eyebrow at him, crossing his arms on his chest, daring him to argue with him again, yet obviously certain he won't, and helpless to stop it even if he wanted to, a laugh tumbles from Fon's lips. "So you are. Thank you, Kyoya," he breathes out.

"You promised me a spar."

This time, Fon is the one to raise his eyebrow at him. "Yes, but only in exchange for you winning the Representative Battle for me. Or was it not the agreement?"

"I did this for you," he says, gesturing with his head at his braid.

Fon raises his eyebrow higher up his forehead. "You offered to do it for me, and entirely unprompted at that."

"I never said it was for free."

"You cannot be—" His laugh cuts him off, a wide grin pulling at his lips. "You're the most shameless boy I know."

Kyoya smirks. "You should have thought about it before praising me for it."

"Fine," he says, standing up. "But I'm still getting used to my adult body, so don't cry on me if I end up wiping the floor with you."

Kyoya gives him a disdainful look before taking the lead out of his room. "I've never shed a single tear in my entire life."

"Shameless and a lying liar at that, I see. How saddening."

Kyoya laughs, cutting it short as he brings a hand to his mouth. Fon lightly runs his hand through his hair, leaning his forehead on top of his head a moment and breathing him in, smiling.

Yes, it's just as he said. The future he thought he lost forever is finally firmly in his grasp again, and so perhaps it's time to stop looking at the past to instead make the most of the present and look forwards to the future.

Kyoya is still growing and will keep growing beautifully too without a doubt, and this time Fon has every intention to make sure to be there to see every second of it.

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Entrapment

Chapter Seventeen: Interview

Mentions of: Survivor’s Guilt, Sleep Deprivation. Murder, Paranoia, and lots of Anger

A/N: Yeah, our dear reader isn’t very happy…

Tags: @mama-miya @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

You’ve barely slept since what happened at Mama Lucy’s. Too guilty and scared to do so. Every time you shut your eyes, you saw all the blood and their bodies…and their faces. You had nightmares of Jesse calling out to you, begging and asking you, why, why, did you do this?

It’s your fault, after all. You hung up on him. If you hadn’t done so, maybe they would be alive tonight. Maybe it would be you dead instead of them. Maybe Jesse could’ve graduated and made his parents proud and maybe Lucia could’ve raised Nate until he was old enough to be on his own, rather than having to bury her at such a young age.

Ghostface hasn’t called you since then, but every time you hear the phone ring, you jump and run over to answer it. You saw what happened when you didn’t, and you don’t want anymore of your friends getting hurt.

But then, there was also a small voice in the back of your head. The one that pushed you, that drove you. Your ambition.

It told you it’s not your fault. He would’ve killed them anyways, he just wanted to torture you. To get under your skin and make you break under guilt and fear. But you’re not going to let him see you break. You’re going to achieve your dreams, get the hell out of Roseville and go to Miami, but first, you’re going to make him pay.

And while you felt guilty for thinking such horrible thoughts about Jesse and Lucy, for being so selfish, you also feel thankful. Your ambition and grit is one of the few things that kept you going, and it kept you from breaking down completely, no matter how much what happened at Lucy’s had destroyed you.

It was the only thing to get you out of bed, when you were called into work just five days after what happened. Two of those days were from the weekend, so in reality, you only got three days off. Even though you just witnessed a double homicide.

You can’t say that you’re surprised though. Jamison is awfully stingy and you’re just a temp. You have horrible benefits.

So, you managed to go to work that morning and keep it together…mostly. Despite trying to cover it up with makeup, the dark rings around your eyes were still visible, and your clothes and hair were slightly ruffled from putting everything on in a rush.

The moment you walked inside, you could feel eyes on you. Everyone was staring, and you could even hear people murmuring about you, acting like you weren’t there.

Taking a breath, you ignored it, heading over to the breakroom to grab some coffee. You could use some coffee after yet another sleepless night. As you entered the breakroom, you spotted Jed and Rachel standing there.

“Hi guys.” You greeted, ignoring their stares. You focused on the coffee maker instead, pressing a few buttons and putting your mug underneath.

“_______, are you okay? We didn’t expect you to be back so soon.” Rachel admitted, heavy concern in her voice.

“I’m managing. I already have enough stuff going on right now, and the last thing I need is to be fired.” You told them, taking a sip from your coffee.

Working would be a welcome distraction from all the shit going on in your head. If you spent one more day home alone, you’d probably drive yourself crazy, if you hadn’t already.

“______, I just wanted to say I’m so sorry about what happened. And there’s no pressure to this, but Rachel and I would like to do an interview-”

“Jed!“ Rachel snapped, shutting him up. “Now’s not the time.”

“No, it’s fine. I’d like to talk about it, actually.” You told her. She seemed surprised at that. ��Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think talking about it could helpt.” You shrugged.

“Okay. I just….I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. So, I’m sorry, but I think you’ll have to do the interview with Jed for now.” She confessed, before walking out.

You watched as she left before looking back at Jed. She seemed more shaken up about this than you were. “Is she okay?”

“I think so. She’s just upset because she was pretty close with Lucia. Apparently, they went to High school together.” He told you.

You felt some guilt pang inside of you, biting the inside of your cheek. Just another consequence of your stupid selfish actions.

“We don’t have to do this today. I’m sorry, you just got back and I saw an opportunity and got ahead of myself. It was inconsiderate, and we can wait for as long as you need-”

“No, no, I’m okay. I want to do this. I need to.” You reassured him.

“Whatever you say. I’ll go get the conference room set up.”

–

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jed asked for what felt like the hundredth time. “Yes, I told you, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I was just making sure. If you want to stop or feel uncomfortable or anything, just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?” You nodded at his words.

“Alright, you ready?”

“Ready.” With that, Jed pressed play on the recorder, starting the tape. “So, tell me about that night.”

“Well, It seemed pretty normal at first and I was going in for my shift, like any other night. But then I started noticing things. The closed sign was flipped even though it was way too early, and the restaurant seemed like it was half cleaned. I called out to see if anyone was there but no one said anything. It was like the place was just abandoned. But then, I walked into the kitchen and I saw- I saw-”

You felt yourself get choked up, the words lodged in your throat. “What did you see?”

“I saw the blood. There was so much blood and the scent of it..it made me sick. And then I saw Lucia, dead, on the floor. She had been stabbed repeatedly, and she wasn’t moving. Then I heard a groaning and gurgling sound, and it was Jesse. His throat was being slit, and I watched as he died, watched the life drain from his eyes, and I saw him do it.”

Jed took notes rapidly, keeping up with your words with ease. He adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “Who’s him?”

“Ghostface. It was Ghostface. It was dark so I couldn’t see him. All I saw was the mask, and the glint of his knife. I was frozen and in shock. I just stood in place and watched it as it happened, taking it all in. I was scared at how easily he could kill. How a human could do it with little to no emotion. He did it so easily it was like muscle memory and he- he enjoyed it. I just- I don’t know. The next thing I knew, he was gone. I found Nate, he was hurt pretty bad, and was bleeding a lot, but he was alive, and that’s all that mattered. I called 911 and they rushed him to the hospital, and, yeah.”

“Did he say anything to you?” You shook your head. “It was like he disappeared into thin air. One second he was there, the next he was gone.”

“And how do you feel about losing these people that you were close with? About him taking them from you?”

“I feel horrible. Jesse and Lucia were such kind people and they were like family to me. They didn't deserve that. No one does. But I’m grateful to be alive, too. And I’m also…I’m also mad. Clearly, if a killer could get away with something like this, then the police aren’t doing enough. They need to do more, enforce the curfew, patrol around areas where he’s been. Make some sort of effort to find out who’s doing this. Honestly, I have little faith in them. And if they won’t do something about this- then- then I will. I’ll find out who this murderer is, and I’ll catch him and make sure that bastard gets the electric chair.”

Jed stopped the tape, staring at you. Yeah, you may have gotten a bit too carried away and let a bit too much anger out.

You took a couple deep breaths, calming yourself. “Sorry, was that too much?”

“No, it was perfect.”

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knuckles-junior · 10 months

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Epic Mickey Magic AU Chapter 10: Gremlin Prescott and the Gag Factory

What we have discovered in our story so far is about to get more intense as our heroes weren't taking Prescott very seriously. He is planning an attack to take over Wasteland by stealing the source of power from Mickey and Oswald, recreating his creation from long ago, and getting revenge on the people that he despises.

To make matters worse, he has captured some of those people and that was Ortensia and Gus, and neither of the heroes know that they're missing. Meanwhile, Mickey and Oswald decided to go back to Ortensia's house. They were sitting on the couch in the living room as soon as they got home.

"Prescott really is planning something."

Mickey scoot closer to Oswald. "Does he really want to get rid of Wasteland? What did we ever do to him..?"

Oswald gulped. "He really is a threat, and I made fun of him for it..."

Ollie flew up to the boys. "Don't worry about what he thinks. Focus on kicking him and their henchmen's butt!"

"Don't take them lightly, you two. I have a bad feeling that they're up to something." Oswald looked up and noticed that they have new sprites in his house. "Oops! Forgot we have Mikey's new friends with us."

Mikey flies to the sprites. "Hiya! My name's Mikey and these are my friends, Mickey, Oswald and Ollie-"

"Hey! Do you wanna play tag?" The green sprite suddenly asked.

"Uh...okay, but-"

Kyle tags Mikey. "Tag! You're it!" He started to fly around the house.

"Hey! I'm not finished here!" Mikey chases after the other sprites that were suddenly following the green one.

"It's good to have someone to play with right, Mikey?"

"You know me?" He asked.

The green sprite stopped to explain. "We've actually been looking for you all."

Mickey and Oswald gasped. "For real?!"

"When you wished for whatever you desired, we were also brought to life as well." The pink sprite explained.

"That's right. We flew all around this world to look for you guys." The green sprite said. "Good thing my flaming skills came in handy."

"Flaming skills? Wait! When we were at gremlin village, we saw fire. Did it come from you?" Mikey asked.

He shrugged. "I had to save you guys."

Oswald gasped. "You actually did that?? That's what I'm talking about! We could use some extra support. Thank you...uh...You don't have any names do ya?"

"Well...no." The pink sprite said.

"Well, Oswald, you know what that means! We gotta name those three!"

"You know what? Let's have our buddies pick this time."

Mikey gasps. "Us?"

They started to think. "Hmm. This might be a tough one."

The other sprites were confused.

Mikey snapped his finger. "I got it!" A lightbulb icon also appeared. "I'll call the green one...Kyle, and the pink one Camila."

"We can call the last one Kira." Ollie also added.

"Kira?"

"The yellow fur of hers really suits her for a name like that."

"Gosh, you're right, Ollie! You two came up with some cute names!" Mickey said.

"Then it settled. Well guys, what do you think?" Oswald asked the sprites.

"We approve!" Kyle and Camila jumped.

"Kira Kira!" Kira cheered out her name.

Camila gasped. "Kira's first word!"

"Whoa! Already?" Ollie was surprised.

Kyle huddled up with his two sisters Camila and Kira. "Then it settled! From now on we are Kyle, Camila and Kira!"

The toons and the sprites enjoyed themselves until the moon was risen. Kyle, Camila and Kira were now asleep in their commune.

"Wow. They passed out really fast." Mickey looked at the sleeping sprites as he gave out a smile. "To think there were five sprites born on the same day. That's crazy."

"We should get some sleep too." Oswald gave out a yawn.

The rest of the boys went to bed as well. All the lights were turned off in the house. While everyone was asleep, Oswald still couldn't get Ortensia out of his head. It's been a full day without her since he left to solve his own mystery.

"Ortensia...Where are you?" Oswald struggled just thinking about her, but he eventually got himself to sleep.

Later that night, Prescott was getting prepared as he made the finishing touches on his mech. He chuckled to himself as he was moving his wrench.

"With my creation almost complete, I will crush that rabbit out of its misery! Ha!"

Ortensia growled. "What do you want from him, Prescott?! You better explain yourself! Whatever you are planning to do, it won't work!"

"If I were to tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise." Prescott creates an electric cage. Ortensia and Gus gasped.

"I wouldn't touch those bars if I were you. Unless, you want to tell me what Gus is hiding."

"Never! You've gone too far, Prescott!" Gus yelled.

Prescott's mech suddenly malfunctions into making a kind wave. He growled and kicked his own creation.

"It looks like it still needs some time. But it doesn't matter. With Ivory's help, I will surely get my desires." Prescott does an evil chuckle as he leaves the room.

"Ivory? Don't tell me he has a sprite of his own too!" Ortensia exclaimed. Gus had a bad feeling about the fact that Prescott's sprite means that something terrible is near.

~~˚˚˚~~

The next morning, the sprites wake up feeling energetic as they wake up Mickey and Oswald.

They both chuckled as they said good morning to each other. After they got dressed, they ran out of the front door to enjoy their day. When they got to Mean Street, they noticed that people were spreading rumors around town. Not just Mean Street, but every other part of Wasteland.

"Hey, have you seen Ortensia lately?" A toon asked.

"No I haven't. In fact I haven't seen her in three days!" Another toon said.

"I heard rumors that she turned back into stone!"

"You mean when the Thinner Disaster happened?"

"Yeah, that's right. If that's true, then Oswald would be so upset."

Oswald scoffs. "Lies."

Mickey was confused. "Huh? What do they mean? Where did all these rumors come from?"

"They've been going around for three days. It still hasn't stopped yet, and it just...bugs me." He sighed. "I just hope she's okay."

The others couldn't help but feel bad for Oswald hearing all these rumors. They took a look at Horace's place, and thought of an idea.

"Let's go talk to Horace. Maybe he'll know how to solve this situation." Mickey suggested.

Oswald nods in agreement. They arrived at the front door and opened it not knowing that Horace was dealing with an angry Jamface.

"I'm sorry, Jamface! I have not heard a word from him for a while!"

The boys were just as puzzled as ever, but they just stood there and watched.

"What do you mean you don't know where Gus is?! You have no idea how many days I have been searching for him, and he's nowhere to be seen!" Jamface angrily exclaimed.

Oswald and MIckey were in shock! They both ran to Horace and Jamface.

"No way..! Gus is missing too?! Now that you've mentioned it, we haven't seen him in a while either." Mickey also started to worry.

"What's with these disappearances? First Ortensia, and now him? Something's wrong here."

There was a sudden static. It was coming from Horace's TV. It seemed to have interrupted the current network of a marathon of old Walt Disney cartoons.

"Why hello, boys. Can you hear me well enough?" Prescott chuckled.

Jamface gasped. "Prescott?! Did he interrupt the network?!"

Prescott has indeed used his power to interrupt the entirety of the network all across Wasteland. He grinned as he began to speak. It has caught multiple attention from everyone with worried looks.

"I can see that you're in need of answers about the rumored disappearance of some people that we know of. If you're wondering why all these pathetic people are worried about your precious friends, I may know where they are."

Mickey and Oswald glared at the screen. They had a bad feeling.

"They're right over here." The camera was facing Ortensia and Gus!

"No! Ortensia!" Oswald exclaimed.

"He has Gus too!" Mickey pointed at the TV.

Jamface gasped! "No...!"

"Oswald! Help us!" Ortensia cried.

"If you want to save them, you'll have to fight me. Enter the Gag Factory...if you dare." He does an evil laugh, along with the static interference of the signal. It caused everyone to gasp.

"Who was that?" Kyle asked.

"That was Prescott, and he has our friends!"

Kira noticed that Camila watched as well. She was still staring at the screen.

"Friends? That cat looked really cute. Maybe I can be friends with her!"

"Yeah, that's Ortensia. She's my lovely honeybunch and-"

"Oswald!" The others yelled.

"Oh, sorry. Now's not the time!" Oswald looked outside. "We need to get to the Gag Factory. Now."

"Let me assist you both." Jamface requested.

"But, Jamface...That's..."

"I won't let Prescott hurt you or my leader. Please, let me come with you!"

Mickey and Oswald thought of it. Jamface has known Gus and Prescott for the longest time. It really shows that he could do anything to save his leader.

"Okay. Then you better follow our lead." Oswald said.

The boys took the sprites and quickly ran off to Ostown where the Gag Factory was located. When they arrived, the first thing that they saw was the Gag Factory, however, the building looks a lot more distorted-looking with a purplish color.

Jamface gasped. "What's going on with the Gag Factory?!"

"I don't know, but it can't be good. Let's go!" Mickey took out his commune. Oswald joined in as well.

Mickey and Oswald both activated their communes with a card swipe and transformed. Jamface is amazed with the costumes that the heroes were wearing.

"Alright! Let's save our friends!"

The three toons entered the Gag Factory after the large door made its opening. Jamface looked down to the floor. It didn't seem as normal as usual.

"You two should be cautious. The floor might be-"

As they stepped foot into the Gag Factory, they felt the floor wobbling around. Mickey loses his balance and accidentally bumps into Oswald and they fall down together in a very long and deep slide.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Their scream made an echo as they slid further down.

"...Not normal." Jamface sighed as he teleported to the other side.

Everyone else continued to scream. However, Kira thought sliding was fun.

"Wheeeeeeeeee!!!"

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As they made it to the bottom, they both felt dizzy, along with the sprites.

"Oowww..." Oswald groaned and shook his head. "That hurt."

"Oswald! Look!" Mickey was pointing at something. It took awhile for Oswald to look in that direction.

Oswald looked up to Ortensia and Gus, and he made a surprised gasp. "Guys! You're okay! Don't worry I'll get you two out!"

Ortensia was excited to see Oswald running to her, but then she realized that the cage was still untouchable. "Oswald, no! Don't touch-"

It was too late! Oswald got electrocuted after he touched the cage bars, and screamed in pain, and the shock sent him back to the ground.

"Oswald!" They all cried in unison.

Prescott comes in with a teleportation, and the rest of the toons gasp. "Hm. So you did decide to show up after all. Hah. How foolish."

Kyle, Camila and Kira took a look at Prescott. They were all scared of how his appearance looked. He was wearing a blue suit, along with some metal armor for his top, helmet, gloves and boots. He also has a ribbon worn with a purple gem in the middle. The sprites saw him slowly grinning. They saw him turning his head to Jamface.

"Jamface. It's so nice to see you again after so many years." He sarcastically said.

"Prescott, I will never forgive you for this! Mickey and Oswald will definitely defeat you! I can guarantee that!"

"Yeah, you tell him Jamface!" Oswald stood up.

"We won against you once, and we can do it again!"

Prescott scoffs. "I can't stand how pathetic you all are. Let's see how many seconds you last." He grinned.

Mickey and Oswald looked at Prescott and sprinted to him. A dark aura suddenly appeared. Oswald made a light gasp, but it didn't stop him from running. Suddenly, Ivory made her appearance, which means the dark magic is her doing. Prescott suddenly vanished alongside Ivory!

Mickey gasped. "Huh?! What the-"

There was a sudden attack from behind, but it wasn't visible. Mickey and Oswald are now on the ground. Ivory has an ability to make Prescott invisible. She makes him visible again.

"What's the matter, Oswald? Why fight? All I want is some answers from your friend Gus over there. I want to know more about our powers. If you won't stop fighting me, then I'll force him to talk to me!"

Oswald growled. "We won't let you do that! Stand still so I can get a good punch outta ya!" He dashed. "I won't let you hurt my sweetheart!"

Mickey joined in with Oswald. "We'll save our friends! No matter what it takes!"

"The time has come. Witness my new power! Ivory!"

Prescott and Ivory are planning to attack. Ivory started to transform into something. Mickey and Oswald noticed that she turned into a dark light. They still proceeded to run to their enemy. Ivory has now turned into a sword! It was also one of Prescott's other abilities. The sword has a black color for the handle, and the blade was purple. It looked deadly by the sound of electricity. He ran to the heroes and shouted out the words needed for the sword's power.

"Phantom Strike!"

Purple lightning comes out as it forms into a ball of electrical light. He swung his sword and the light hit Mickey and Oswald and sent them flying. They hit the wall really badly and were seriously hurt.

"No! Oswald!" Ortensia cried. She started to tear up. "Oswald, get up! Please!"

Prescott laughed. "How do you like that? I'm much more powerful now!"

The heroes are on the ground. The sprites were all afraid of losing to the bad guy. At that point, hope is all lost for our heroes. Could this be the end?

The newer sprites were also crying. They had to do something. But what could they do? Kyle immediately started flying up.

Camila gasped. "Kyle, where are you going? Come back!"

"It looks like you two are weak for my power. Why not surrender right here?"

Oswald grunted. He was struggling to stand up. "I won't....lose..."

"Ozzie..."

Prescott grabbed Oswald's arm. "Oh, Oswald. I was expecting more from you. To be the strongest and luckiest hero to ever live. But it looks like I was wrong. Instead, you are the most pathetic, powerless, and dumbest loser." He chuckled. "Now your precious people won't see you as the heroic person after I destroy you."

"GET AWAY FROM THEM YOU BULLYYYYY!!!!!!!"

"Kyle...?"

The three colored lights, green, pink, and yellow were all shining brightly, and it covered up the entire Gag Factory. Prescott couldn't see anymore. He doesn't know that he let go of Oswald. Kyle, Camila and Kira have transformed into a strange looking device. It almost looked like some kind of computer. Of course, nobody knows what a computer even is in either of their worlds.

"I grant you your miracle!"

The sprites sent Mickey and Oswald a powerup. The objects were landing on their arms. They were given magical bracelets! It also seemed that the bracelet's power healed them as well. Camila and Kira weren't expecting this to happen, but they had courage inside their hearts.

"What the-" Oswald looked at his blue bracelet. "Are we...healed?"

Mickey also looked at his red bracelet. "How did we get stronger all of the sudden?"

"We have given you the power of the Miracle Bracelets!"

"Miracle Bracelets?" Mickey and Oswald both asked in unison.

"Like that will save you." Prescott laughed as he went to attack the boys, but they suddenly vanished.

"Too slow, chump!"

Prescott growled. "I dare you to say that again!" He dashed to Oswald but he dodged really quickly.

Oswald laughed. "Too slow, chump!"

"YOU BRAT!"

An unexpected surprise kick came from Mickey!

"YOU SON OF A-"

"Biscuit?" Oswald asked as if he was trying to finish Prescott's sentence.

Prescott growled again. "NO MORE GAMES!" He was about to attack with his sword again, but suddenly, Jamface pushed Prescott away from the heroes! Prescott accidentally let go of Ivory as she turned back to normal. She was now weak and coughing in pain.

"No! Ivory! You two will PAY FOR THIS!"

"You two! Hold each other's hands!" Kyle called out to get their attention.

"What? Why?"

"Don't ask questions! Just do it!"

Mickey and Oswald had no choice. They were running out of time. They held each other's hands tightly. Their bracelets started to glow.

"Star Sprites, hear us now! Grant us the power of our elements, magic and hope!"

Everyone watched Mickey and Oswald using their new powers. It was a miracle to all toons. Well, only for toons that have courage to keep moving forward. Ortensia mostly believed that her most loved one would come to her rescue.

"Miracle Magical Action!"

A ball of light formed with so many shining stars. It aimed for Prescott and Ivory.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Then, the stars destroyed the cage and set Ortensia and Gus free. It also reverted the Gag Factory to the way it originally was. It was once again another victory for the heroes. This new power that they have will indeed be very useful to them in the future, in case the villains ever become stronger one day, but they don't think it'll ever happen.

As the toons left the Gag Factory, there was a mysterious silhouette standing on the corner of the building. It may have heard the entirety of the battle that happened. Their silence might mean disappointment for Prescott's defeat. The form of the silhouette looked like it was a cartoon rabbit. But how? Oswald is the only rabbit of Wasteland, right? They make their exit.

Later, Mickey and Oswald transformed back. Everyone made it to Ortensia's house and talked about what had happened today. Thanks to their new sprite, the heroes were able to rescue their friends.

"Kyle, Camila, Kira, thank you for helping us get our pals back." Mickey hugged his new friends. They all giggled.

"Eh, It was nothin." Kyle chuckled.

"Prescott was really forcing Gus to talk about those costumes. But thankfully, you two came in." Ortensia said.

Oswald held Ortensia's hand. "Yeah, we did. With our new powers, we'll be unstoppable!"

"We mustn't get it too cocky. That mysterious power that they have is dangerous. You two have to keep a look-out from now on." Gus explained.

"Right. Mickey and I can go out for patrol, so that we'll get a good punch outta Prescott."

"That sounds like a good plan." Mickey smiled.

Mickey and Oswald's new sprite friends are thrilled to work with their heroes. However, it doesn't mean that they have to think that taking down Prescott was going to be easy. Back at Dark Beauty Castle, Prescott looked at the dark sky as he thought of Mickey and Oswald's power-ups.

"You two seem to have made this war interesting."

He gave out a grin as he slowly walked into the darkness. He stopped and stood in front of the same mysterious rabbit from Ostown.

"And you are just who I'm looking for...Fanny."

#disney #epic Mickey #mickey mouse #oswald the lucky rabbit #gremlin prescott #epic mickey au #my fanfic

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hellcatinnc · 3 months

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Fluffruary Day 5 - End Game

(Hugs)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, hugs, kisses, that time of the month, period talk, period blood, caring boyfriend, talk of sanitary pads/tampons, dance with devils, boyfriend comfort, lazy day, best boyfriend ever

Word Count: 1,651

Feature: Lindo Tachibana x Fem! Reader

Theme: Hugs

@fluffruaryprompts

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You and Lindo moved in with each other within the last month, he has been a great boyfriend in so many ways. You still remember back when you met him, he was at the local fair with his sister, her boyfriend Rem, and mom. You saw how he took care of them and you couldn't help but be a bit giddy around him as he came to the booth you were working at. You were still glad that day you decided to get his phone number although he seemed to be confused why someone wanted to get to know him. It was cute Ritsuka his sister well cousin was the one who pushed him to trade contact details. Its funny because in the last few months you have gotten close to his sister she is your best friend now. Its been now 6 months since you been with Lindo all because that special day. You both decided to move in with each other and found this cute little apartment. Its been great you both will sit up and have long talks, cuddle with movies, cook supper together. Yeah sure he is part vampire he was so upfront with you about that too. However all his training he does really good at supressing it so he doesn't lash out.

Then there is the fact he opened up telling you about how he was in love with his sister well cousin for so long but after she moved on with Rem he eventually had to heal himself by getting over her. They are still close but the way he looks at her now you can tell is more like a sibling than a lover. Your just glad all that happened before you met him so that he was capable of loving you. You two have yet to say I love you to each other yet however you fell for him months ago you just been waiting for him to say it first, Lindo is kind of slow with that it seems but it was his idea to move in together. Honestly he has been in love one other time with Ritsuki so its understandable why he doesn't want to say those words until he is 100% sure that its forever kind of love.

Now that you have moved in together you get to wake up every morning looking over at him and breathe in his scent. He really is a great guy he is the one that will cook and do dishes after, as well as helps with laundry and other chores. On busy days at work he makes sure you have a bubble bath and wine to relax in the tub with. He gives you massages to relax you before bed a few days a week, life with him is perfect until this morning. You put your feet on the floor, rubbed your eyes, then went to look back at him sleeping. He looked so precious then you looked down at the bed and realized they were stained red. You say out loud "No..no..no this can't be happening." He wakes up looking over at you then looks at the bed and of course being a vampire he can smell it even stronger but of course that side of him is under control. He jumps up runs around the bed and hugs you holding you tight.

You were surprised by his actions but he hugged you a little longer rubbing your head as he did. "Shhh its ok my love, we will get this cleaned up, as well as get you in a nice warm bath." He was so caring with his words, you were surprised because alot of guys are grossed out by period blood. Soon as you pulled away looking up at him he smiled at you. Then you had noticed he had period blood on his night shirt but he just pulled it off like it was no big deal. You get up to go to the bathroom while he strips the bed and heads to put it in the wash so the blood doesn't stain the sheet set. You head to the bathroom and look through your cabinets and realize your out of sanitary pads and tampons too. "Oh Crap!!" you yell it loud enough he comes running. "What happened, babe?" There was worry and care in his voice as he caught you on the floor looking in the cabinet.

"I'm out of pads and tampons." You said in a low voice because its still embarrassing telling him these things that you were used to only being between you and yourself or sometimes other friends and family that are women. He smiles at you grabbing your hand to pull you up. He walks you over to the tub and he starts pouring the water in as he helps you take off the blood stained clothing. He puts some bubbles in the tub and stops it when its full. He takes your hand and helps you into the tub kissing you on the forehead. "I will go get you some from the store, I will be back before you get out hopefully." You were so surprised in how he was handling this but you leaned back in the tub but you heard the front door shut, you realized you didn't tell him what kind. You reached over and grabbed your phone on the counter texting him the brand and what you needed. He sent back to you a heart, kiss, thumbs up, and heart eyes emoji.

You laid back in the tub relaxing with not a care in the world it seems. You had a man who loved you enough to want to care for you even on your most off day of the month. It wasn't too long before you heard the front door open as he come walking into the bathroom. "So I know you told me what you wanted but I went ahead and got you with wings and without as well as medium flow and super as well. Also picked you up some pantyliners the clerk suggested it. And can't forget got you a bottle of pamprin for cramps too." You felt tears lining your eyes no man has ever been this good to you. If you could marry him right now you would. He sees you tearing up and puts the bag down and comes over to you sits by the tub beside you and softly wipes the tears from your eyes. "Whats wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head "No! You are perfect baby, I-Its....just no one has ever been this good to me, especially since I bled on you." He chuckles then grabs the towel and helps you out of the tub, wrapping you in the warm towel he took from the towel warmer. You were surprised he made sure to turn it on before he left as well knowing the heat made you feel better. He hugs you tight after getting you wrapped into it and whispers "Anything for you my love, because I love you.!" He said those words and you jumped back as he looked at you with such love and compassion in his eyes. "Y-you Do?" It was an automatic response for you. He shook his head "Yes I have for awhile just wanted to make sure I felt the time was right, and what better time than when you need it the most to make you feel safe and loved."

"Oh Lindo I love you too I think I have since we first met you had me falling hard and fast." You couldn't hold it anymore after your words left your mouth you crashed your lips into his. Closing your eyes as you took in the taste of his lips like never before. Its funny how you have kissed hundreds of times but besides the first kiss you two had this was your favorite because it was deep and was smothered in the love you both felt for each other. He picked you up and carried you as you two still kissed to the bedroom and sat you down on the bed. He kissed you a few more times then went to the dresser and got you some pajama's out. He hand them to you and went back grabbing some panties and the pads he bought earlier. You got dressed and got your comfy pad on while he was in the kitchen getting you something to drink. You had cramps but its amazing at how nice and sweet he was to you it made it easy to forget in the moment.

Lindo came back from the kitchen with a cup of orange juice and some snacks he had also bought at the store. He helped you into bed gave you the pills and orange juice. He grabbed the tv controller turned it on to the lifetime channel where lots of romcom's play and turned it to one that he thought you might like. He pulled out the chips and the chocolate as well as candies and put them in front of you on the bed. He snuggled the covers up on you and then he got back into bed with you to snuggle. "Baby I hope I got everything you could need today to be as comfy and loved as you can be." His words so sweet and sincere. You look at him as you lean into him "I love you and this is perfect. You are the best boyfriend ever." It was not the best day because of your period but he ended up making it the best day you could have because you felt more love and care than you have in your whole life. You knew he was the one, no matter how long it takes you two will be end game.

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spidercrusadersworld · 5 months

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I guess we have plot line now, WHO ELSE IS READY FOR MORE

summary: Maya moves in with the Parker's, but feels like leaving the bus, would be leaving Jade. trauma resurfaces, and tears are cried.

tagging @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit

After a week of being with the Parker's, I know that I want to stay, but I'm not sure if i'm ready to leave. for the past week I've been sleeping in the spare bedroom. It's walls are a pale shade of blue and the bed is made with plain, flat colors. the mixture of grays, and off-whites made to please every guest that will enter. it's far from the cluttered, colorful bus that I had called home for all those years.

The question of "are you okay?" derails my train of thought. The unexpected noise makes me jump. I look over at the open doorway and Peter is there looking concerned.

"Sorry!" He says quickly "I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that!".

"oh it's totally fine!" I ensure him "I'm just not used to having other people around, that's all!" I tell him. the last thing I want to do is to be a bother to anyone. not after they'd been so kind to me.

"Well that explains the aimless wondering and inaudible muttering." he says. "I walked past and in the corner of my eyes I saw you staring at the wall!".

I realize that I am indeed in the middle of the room aimlessly pacing around.

"So, are you okay? Is the room not working out for you?".

"NO!" I blurt out a little louder than I should have. "I mean no!" I repeat myself more calmly "The room is great! It's just, different from what I'm used to back... well I guess not back home. this technically is home now, but..." I feel like I'm talking to much, why am I complaining? God I'm so ungrateful-

"You're not being Ungrateful kid!" Peter blurts out. "Hell last night when I said good night you responded with 'I'm sorry'!".

"Oh." I respond nervously. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did" peter says chuckling. "So what I'm getting from this is you like more of a hotel guest than a household member, am I correct?"

I nod quietly.

"So why don't you go bring your stuff here? I'm sure that would make it feel more homey!" He says cheerfully.

Then it all clicks.

"That's it!" I say ,"that"s exactly it!" For a second I feel myself about to run up and hug him, but I stop myself, and desperately pray he didn't notice.

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After collecting boxes, bins, and other helpful tools. I step through the portal and take in the familiar sent of the forest. The sage bushes, the royal blue pine needles, the cozy smell of the mist. I didn't realize how much I missed it until now. The city smells of cigarettes and street food and whatever else the citizens of New York bring around the city, so to be back here calms my soul.

Suddenly I realize why I have trouble sleeping too. A calm, isolated forest and the busy streets of New York are definitely two drastically different environments. And, well, blasting car horns are not what I would exactly call relaxing or soothing noises to drift asleep to.

I put all the clutter in boxes, and fold up the bedding, that I haven't used in months.

one of the last things I pack up are my clothes. the fashion in Peters universe, is, well different. for one, it's weird for men to wear dresses there. In my universe, Earth #1252008 It's normal for tailors to regularly make custom tailored dress for anyone. I look at the dresses in my very spacious, but hidden, out of the way closet. I haven't worn any of them since she... since the accident.

I haven't had the need to, plus, they probably don't fit anymore. after I got bit, i got a huge growth spurt and got a much more muscular build. i couldn't wear half of my wardrobe. next to my old dresses is my suit, I haven't worn it since I proposed, here in these same woods.

I look out the window, that shows her... memorial. I realize now how strange it'll be not seeing it first thing every morning. sometimes, when I wake up and open my eyes for the first time that day, for a split second, I can see her standing by mine. and then before you can blink, shes gone.

"She's gone". I say to myself, "stay focused".

something forces me to leave the formal wear here. I take whatever is left in the closet and close it firmly. To distract myself I take the decor off the walls. the last things I want to take. their mostly from shows I would force jade to watch with me. She-ra, The Owl house, and hours worth of movies with convoluted, over extended universes. after they are all taken down, I look at the empty walls, and the bare bus.

it feels wrong.

why does It feel wrong?

then a thought hits me. What If I forget all of this? what happens when our home becomes nothing but an empty abandoned bus?

What if I, by doing this, I lose her all over again. what we did. what I couldn't protect.

I look around the bus and I realize, that there's still most of the things inside. all of which are covered in thick layers of dust.

their Jades.

as I look at all her things, the memories attached to them come flooding back to me. the things that made her laugh, cry, happy, mad.

It's to much.

my breath gets hitched in my throat, tears come cascading down without warning. I run out of the bus away from the memories. she was here. she laughed here. she loved here. she cried here. those things meant something to her. and they still wait to mean something again. I back away from the bus until I bump into something behind me.

I turn around to see her name etched into a stone.

If I do this, does that mean that I leave her again, I leave behind the husk of our life, collecting dust on a shelf?

I look at the pictures on her grave. we look so young and happy. she deserved to see another day, to survive, to live.

But she didn't.

I did.

but I never lived after that, I survived.

is this my chance to live again?

I look up from her name, and i see her, in the bus.

she nods to me.

and I live.

#god I was just writting shit down with no plan.#I think it came out good?#Maybe?????#spider man #spider sona #spiderverse fanart #spider man oc #spiderman into the verse #into the spider verse #spidersona #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse

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xbennyx · 2 years

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¬ ･ﾟ:*♡ ` Though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am. `

¬ relationship : zhongli x gn!reader

¬ tags : angst... that's it no comfort just pain.

¬ word count : 1.7k

¬ description :

I saw a concept on TikTok of a Zhongli/Ningguang where the reason Zhongli likes her is because she resembles Quizhong and decided to write a Zhongli/Reader with the same concept.

Also posted this on ao3 and wattpad! so don't panic if you've already seen this <3

Zhongli was the perfect gentleman, everything you could ever want in a partner. He made sure you were comfortable, accustomed to any place he took you to and seemed to always prioritise you. You constantly questioned why he held you in such a high regard, you weren't anything special. You considered yourself quite average... Your bafflement was amplified when you learned of his actual status, the fact he was the Geo Archon, or used to be the Geo Archon at least. Why would an Archon treat you, a normal being, in such a way?

As time progressed, around a year into your relationship. Things seemed to being going smoothly. You slowly let go of your doubts and felt appreciated that such a man would treat you so well. You felt important, attractive, happy. That was till whilst on a date at your usual spot, listening to the tales of Rex Lapis which always amused you that he liked to listen to tales about himself as a pastime, everything was going as usual. Well, until he didn't call you by your name but called you 'Guizhong'. You choked on your tea and looked him in confused betrayal. His wide eyed shock worried you even more, he eventually regained composure and said he got his names muddled due to the tale we were listening to. Credit where its due the tale was about someone called Guizhong. You shook it off and reassured him but you didn't let it go.

One day whilst he was busy with the funeral parlour, Hu Tao had requested he do some obscure advertising again. You took the chance away to do some research on this 'Guizhong' the look in his eyes when he muddled up names seemed more panicked than what he explained it was. He also didn't seem the type to muddle names or lose composure much to do so.

Wanwen Bookhouse had always been a life saver for looking up old pasts about Zhongli, even if some where untrue you enjoyed laying in bed with Zhongli as he corrected all he wrong parts. It was an opportunity to learn more about him and his voice was so soothing it often sent you right to sleep and you always woke up disgruntled that you didn't get to hear much. He always chuckled at your disdain. Your hunt for information on Guizhong gave you a headache, part of you wished you'd actually listened to the tale on that date to at least find a place to start instead of being in a daze whilst looking at Zhongli. Yeah, he still had that effect on you annoyingly.

"Can I help you find what you're looking for?" Jifang's soft voice broke you out of your frustration.

"Ah yes, my apologies for taking so long. I uh wanted to learn more about Guizhong. I heard the name mentioned at a tale last night and wanted to know more but I'm not sure where to start..." You sighed.

Jifang chuckled softly.

"Not to worry, you aren't the only one to come looking about her. Here," She pointed to a shelf mostly about Rex Lapis and you gave her a confused look.

"The one about Rex Lapis's relations and comraderies has things about her. It has a concerning amount of detail about her, sadly Archons sure have no privacy" She chuckled again.

So she was a relation to Zhongli, your anxiety was not quelled as you hoped it would be... it increased and your chest felt tight. Okay let's not get ahead of ourselves maybe she was just family, let's not jump to conclusions you told yourself. Jifang seemed to sense your anxiety, maybe its because your breath caught when she said that and you hadn't breathed out since.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Her tone had softened and was no longer amused, you liked Jifang for this, whilst she was impatient she was still sweet and cared for those around her, she was an admirable person. Heaving a breath you shook off her worries and paid for the book, leaving swiftly. Your anxiety never quelled all the way home, mind racing, your inner council in a blazed panic.

Do we really want to know? We could just stay ignorant and not hurt ourselves... you debated internally looking at the book on the table in front of you. You had plenty of time Zhongli usually didn't come back till early morning if Hu Tao asked for something spectacular. You concluded that your curiosity would make you eventually read it in the end.

The explanation started off pretty normal, Guizhong was close with Zhongli, what worried you was the line about how 'they could have easily been mistaken for lovers'. The next part about her was in Rex Lapis's Close Relations: Relationships. You hoped, and prayed it wasn't what you thought it was. Alas your prayers were not heard, you read with tears in your eyes. Guizhong was once Rex Lapis's lover who is long dead. Whilst that was quite relieving in one sense there was a picture of her on the next page. She so closely resembled you, you were shocked, taken aback. Your heart constricted in pain. You connected the dots. This small piece of information made everything fall into place. Why he treated you so well whilst being a past Archon. Why he treat you with such high priority. Why he called you Guizhong by accident that day. He was only with you due the resemblance. To him you weren't Y/N, you were Guizhong. His loyalties didn't lie with you, they lay with her. Your heart constricted with pain. The idea of this amazing man you loved with every cell in your body, not loving you after all felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest. He loved someone else and used you to love them still. This entire year had been a lie, a hoax, a delusion. As the sobs ripped from your chest you felt like an idiot for ever believing someone so high out of your league could ever ever love you.

After the sadness came anger, unbridled agony filtered into petty frustration. You ripped the picture from the book. You'd already paid for it. You didn't care for it. All it brought you was pain. Zhongli should be on his way home now, you knew the route he took. It was early hours of the morning. No one was there to see your tear strewn disarray of a being storm their way down the detour he always took. It all made sense why he took that detour home by the cliffs now. You once questioned why he came home so late, he always said he just liked to reminisce on days of old. You used to take pity at his pained expression when he told you, always trying to comfort him every time he got upset over his long gone friends. Now the image of his face angered you, how dare he use you. Sacrifice your heart just to feel better. You regret ever taking pity. Ever sharing your love. You regret everything.

He saw your figure walking towards him as he heard the sound of footsteps on the leaves atop the cliff, he had a soft smile till he saw your face. His smile quickly faded to concern and anxiety.

"My love? What's wrong?" Voice laced with concern as he held your face. You didn't care for it. It didn't calm you anymore. He was a traitor. An asshole. He used you. You slapped his hands away from your face and shoved the picture roughly into his chest. His surprise was evident, you never acted like this. Never had he seen you angry at him in an entire year.

"I know everything you fucking asshole. How dare you use me? I was an idiot to ever think an Archon would care for a human so much." You spat through gritted teeth.

His eyes widen as he uncrumpled the image, regret and sympathy was the next emotion to trace his face. It infuriated you. This meant you were correct. A small part of you hoped that it wasn't the case and that he'd reassure you. You could go home. Forget this ever happened and live a peacefully ignorant life until you passed away and he moved to the next person who resembled her. Part of you yearned for that life, you were seething with anger but it didn't change the fact that you loved him. Unfortunately, he didn't speak. He just stared at the picture with pained, regretful eyes. A small part of you felt some sympathy for him, but your hurt and betrayal quickly pushed it away.

"I thought maybe I could ignore it, but even though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am." That was all you could muster, you just wanted to leave. Never ever see him again. You wanted to forget.

He reached for you, regret and sorry painted his face. You felt nothing. You just stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He didn't move. He didn't speak. Even as you stormed away and moved away from Liyue. He didn't come to you, he didn't even try. It was just another not so friendly reminder that he never cared for you, he didn't want to salvage what was left. You took that as your sign, your time had come to leave his life. As everyone would one day. You just left a little earlier, a little more hurt than the rest. He didn't deserve all the comfort he would get from his friends in Liyue, you weren't petty enough to go to them and complain. Reveal his secret. You just wanted to leave and forget this ever happened.

You never saw him again after that day. He was an asshole for what he did and you knew that, but as the anger subsided and the original hurt washed away. It was replaced with a new kind of hurt. You wished you could feel his warm, caring touch even if it was fake. You wished to feel it just one last time.

#genshin zhongli #zhongli/reader #genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli angst

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myveryownfanfiction · 11 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

Request: What if dan and the reader place a bet on who scores the most strikes and whoever wins gets to choose what the other person has to do later on that night. Whether it be sex or something else

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: swearing, friendly competition

AN: I know you mentioned sex, but I just think it would be so funny if reader did something to Dan. Hope you still enjoy it!

"Court adjourned!" Harry called. "It's bowling time people!" I looked around the courtroom at everyone else. Dan clutched his head and started screaming.

"OW! OW! My brain! It's hemorrhaging!" He jumped up in the air and landed on his back. I ran forward to check on Dan as Harry looked over the bench at him.

"Slap a band-aid on it and suit up, Dan! We start in 15 minutes!" I looked up at Harry as Dan sat up.

"Well shit." Dan muttered as he stood up. Looking at my face, he smiled at me. "I'm fine." Taking my hand, he kissed my cheek. "Seriously, I'm fine." Nodding slightly, I followed him to his office. "Since Harry is making us play, how about we make this game interesting?" He asked as he started to change. I shrugged and grabbed my spare clothes from the closet he had there.

"How would we do that?" I asked as I pulled a clean shirt over my head. Dan smiled at me.

"A bet. Whoever gets the most strikes, gets to choose what the other person is doing for the night." I rolled my eyes. Dan chuckled and came over to wrap his arms around my waist. "It can be sex or chores or making the other person your personal servant..." I perked up at the choices.

"And the other person can't say anything about it?" I asked. Dan nodded in confirmation.

"Not a word." I smiled and kissed him.

"Deal." I stepped out of his arms and took his hand. "May the best person win." Dan shook my hand before leading me out to his car. We were the last ones to arrive at the bowling alley but Harry had already gotten us shoes and set up the score card.

"Alright folks! Let the game begin!" Harry went first and Dan sat down next to me to put on the shoes.

"I hope you're ready to lose." He whispered as Harry got a strike.

"In your dreams Fielding." I whispered back. Dan kissed my cheek before going to sit next to Harry. I saw them whispering as we started the game. I rolled my eyes and moved over to sit next to Christine.

“what are you two going back and forth about?” She asked. I chuckled and smiled at her.

“A bet.” I shrugged. “Whoever gets the most strikes wins.” Christine laughed.

“he does know that when you hang out with Harry it’s bowling right?” I shook my head at her with a smile. “He’s so going to lose! What do you win?”

“he does anything I want.” I smiled. “Including making him my personal servant for the night.” Christine smiled at me and bumped my shoulder.

“why not the week?” I put my hand to my chin as if I was thinking.

“You know that doesn’t sound half bad.” I smiled as I got up to take my turn. I bowled a strike and turned around to cheers. Dan got up and squeezed my arm as he passed me to take his turn. The game kept going and eventually Dan took to muttering to Harry. Christine and i discreetly high fived as Dan got a gutter ball. By the end of the game, I had 8 strikes and Dan had 7.

“alright. I guess that means I do what you want.” Dan said as we got into the car. “What is your request?” I smiled as I leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“I’m making you my personal servant. What else would I do?” I laughed. “For the week.” Dans face fell and he sighed.

“Alright.” We drove to our apartment in silence. When we got into the building, Dan turned to me. “What is it you want me to do first?” I smiled at him.

“cuddle me.” I held my arms out to him. Dan laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up.

“I should have known.” He laughed as he walked me into our bedroom. Laying down on the bed, he held me close and ran his fingers through my hair. “What am I doing this week? More of this?” I shook my head and leaned up to kiss him.

“Carry my papers. Get me food. Drinks. That kind of stuff.” I shrugged as I cupped his cheek. “The usual personal servant kind of stuff.” Dan nodded and laughed.

“what do you think it means that I’m actually excited to be your servant for the week?” He asked as he turned to kiss my palm.

“I think it means you love me. And you trust me not to put you through anything too crazy.” I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

“I do love you.” He said with a smile. “A lot.” I giggled as he leaned over and rubbed his nose against mine.

“I love you too. Now let’s go to sleep.” I said as I untangled myself from him to get changed for bed. Dan nodded as he did the same.

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Fireflies Over The Wall - Chapter 12

Relationship: The Bell Keeper & Meiri (Original character)

Summary: "The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself.

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?"

An OC's origin story as well as a Bell Keeper character study, because this character is much more fascinating than I'd been giving him credit for.

Notes: Title from 'Enchanted' by Taylor Swift

Omg I can't believe we've reached the last chapter of this fic!! For everyone that has made it so far I'd like to give my biggest and most sincere THANK YOU!!!! I was very insecure coming into this because I adore Meiri but I wasn't sure I'd be able to write a story good enough to captivate people when centering it around an OC, especially since I don't do a lot of art for her and I feel like that's generally what makes people grow fond of original characters. But anyway, Thank you so much for giving me (and her!) a chance. I hope this has been fun to read, because I sure loved writing it <3

Oh and for everyone who not only read but also commented/left tags I'd like to offer my entire soul. It's yours now. You don't want it? Too bad. Not my problem anymore.

Chapter title: This was the very first page

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Edmund didn’t know how to handle children. That was a fact. Most parents also did not know how to handle children. That was also a fact. Yet a good deal of adults seemed to grow up without any major upbringing-related trauma. At least those raised by people who actively tried to not be manipulative and bigoted assholes; Edmund wouldn’t know anything about that, either. That train of thought had been circling around in his mind for the majority of his waking time since the last Meiri-related incident (the other part of the time it was filled with an annoying jingle he was cursed to listen every time he turned on the radio), yet it never led him to any conclusion. Edmund didn’t have the first clue if he had done something wrong, what it had been, and if he’d continue bringing the girl distress should she come back in the near future.

But certainly, he hadn’t been doing so bad that she wouldn’t show up ever again, had he? It wasn’t like she showed up every day religiously during normal times, but the fact that it had been almost a week since she showed up in his house lashing out and clearly hurt and he hadn’t seen hair nor hide of her since made him uneasy. Like too much had been left unresolved and unsaid and if that was the last he’d ever see of her, she’d always carry a thread of his being around, and he’d live every day with that empty feeling of something missing, something tied elsewhere.

Therefore, for all the thinking he had been doing on the matter, it should not have startled him so when he heard her voice behind himself while he was putting up clothes on his clothesline.

“Have you ever seen a bleeding tooth?” She asked, making him jump in surprise and turn around without even registering the movement, fully expecting to see her hurt with blood coming out of her mouth and ready to rush to whatever help he could provide.

Which would mostly consist of picking her up and running to the hospital, so it was very relieving to find her looking perfectly normal, if a little uncomfortable.

“Damn, kid, you startled me.” He said, as everyone does when a moment of fright’s worth of adrenaline stops them from forming any other sentence and doing anything else besides bringing their hand to their racing heart. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean it like a complaint, but he had to admit the wording was a little careless when she shifted her weight from her right foot to her left one and stopped trying to even look in his general vicinity. Great.

“Have you ever seen a bleeding tooth?” She repeated, this time adding context. “It’s a mushroom.”

Of course it was. Edmund rolled up his sleeves, a nervous habit of his own; they felt tight around his arms every now and then.

“Can’t say I have.”

“I found some nearby.” She gripped her backpack’s straps; she wasn’t wearing her school uniform, though, which struck him as odd. “Probably because it rained. Well, you know, they were already there, but because it was wet the mycelia must have soaked up all that moisture and made it actually look like a bleeding tooth. Wanna see?”

Mouth already open, Edmund’s answer changed before he even realized, as good sense overrode his instinct. He couldn’t say who was more surprised by his ‘no’, himself or the girl, but he could tell he had to do something immediately because he was quite certain it was tears he was seeing gathering in her eyes.

“You can show it to me later.” He added quickly, trying to convey that he wasn’t mad and nor had he stopped caring. That seemed to appease her some. “First I want ya to tell me if you’re okay.”

Meiri shrugged; she was looking at the general direction of his face now, which was good.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Very rarely did she crumble first when they were both standing their ground, but his crossed arms and single raised eyebrow were more efficient that day than they had been known to be, and a few seconds of it had her sighing and slumping her little shoulders.

“I’m sorry, okay?” She said, like she was desperate for it but dreaded having to do it at the same time. “I was rude, and shouldn’t have acted like that. Alright?”

She stared up at him defiantly, but so tense that the insecurity seemed to drip off of her like water when one was caught in a bout of rain. Her lip was wobbling; she wasn’t daring him to go back on what he’d said. The challenge she was proposing was much scarier – keep your stance and let me stay.

“That’s not what I asked.” He said unhelpfully much to the little girl’s annoyance. She huffed, not understanding why he couldn’t just take the apology and go back to normal. She’d already offered everything she had, the least he could do was spare her his weird meandering logic. They both knew they'd have to get to the apology, anyway, so why not cut straight to the point?

“I’m fine.” She crossed her arms, not only because at some point she’d taken to mimicking his stances but also to shield herself from the cool, damp air. He was an idiot to leave laundry out to dry when the weather was like this.

He was an idiot, period. And a particularly frustrating one when he did nothing but stare at her skeptically.

“Meiri.” He said, and she knew it was serious because he probably wouldn’t have used her name if it wasn’t. Her stomach sank and it was anyone’s guess if the feeling came from the cold or from her nerves. “We aren’t going anywhere unless you’re honest, kid. Are you doing okay?”

Meiri let her head drop back with a grunt. “I’m not! I feel awful, are you happy?”

“Of course I’m not happy.” She was going to murder him. She was actually going to murder him because what did this man even want from her? “I never want you to feel bad. But is there something I can do?”

“Well, obviously!” She snapped without any real heat behind it. “I wouldn’t have come here if there wasn’t.”

He didn’t bulge. “So…?”

“So I’m sorry!” She sounded pleading now, and was fully aware of it. “I was mean when I shouldn’t have been. Can we just do something else now?”

Edmund sighed, deciding to put down the basket of clothing pegs since this was probably something he would want to give his complete attention to. Not like he was going to continue hanging up clothes, anyway.

“We can, but I don’t think we should.”

“I think we should. Let’s go see the mushrooms.”

One look from him made it clear she wasn’t going to have it the easy way, and she shut up most unwillingly.

Edmund kneeled in front of her, making it harder for her to discreetly look away now that they were on the same level. His pants would be tainted with wet dirt, but he couldn’t care less. There was a reason why he insisted on sturdy clothing.

“I know you are sorry.” He said, half of his brain circling back to the earlier thought of I Don’t Know How To Children, and the other half having enough sense to figure that it was probably like dealing with a grown person, except you could scar them for life. No biggie. “And I’m glad you came to tell me this. But I want to understand what happened.”

“You know what happened. I screamed at you.”

Edmund sighed. “I know-”

“I know you know. That’s what I just said.”

Ignoring the interruption after a pointed look at her (though seeing how nervous the kid looked despite her efforts to sound exasperated didn’t help him), he continued.

“I know what happened after you arrived, but I also know you’re a very good kid.” Meiri grumbled something unintelligible, and he could sense the self-deprecation in it even though he couldn’t catch a single word. “That’s what I’m asking. If you’re okay. Because I figured it can’t have been nice if it upset you that much.”

Meiri kicked some dirt half heartedly; since it was moist not a lot was achieved beside making a small concavity in the soil. When she spoke, it was with a quiet voice, not looking at him. The sound of the wind on tree leaves and birds leaving their nests to hunt graced the air around them.

“It was silly.” She muttered, lacking her usual self-assurance. “Someone said something at school and I got angry. You don’t have to be worried about it.”

His hum of acknowledgement was loaded with skepticism; the bell keeper didn’t think she’d believe it if he said that nothing that hurt her should be considered silly. Nor did he miss the way she carefully avoided giving any details about it.

“But you just said you’ve been feeling awful.” He pointed out, choosing to not pry any further into what exactly, had happened. If she ever wanted to talk about it, it should be on her own time. That didn’t mean he couldn’t push her to stand up for herself if the situation called for it. “If I can’t do anything to help, isn’t there anything you could? People don’t get to just treat you however they want, kid.”

The suggestion had the not truly surprising effect of making her huff annoyedly.

“I don’t care about it. Not anymore. I was angry then but I can handle it.”

You shouldn’t need to, he thought to himself, you shouldn’t have had to learn how.

“But–”

“I feel awful because of you.” She interrupted him, knowing it was going to be his next question. When he froze, breath caught in his throat, she lifted her eyes at him and blinked as she realized what that must have sounded like.

“Not like that!” She remedied pleadingly. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m so bad at this. I feel bad because I was mean to you. You didn’t do anything wrong–”

Her lips were curled; She might have been making an effort not to cry, but it was equally likely that the girl might be holding back a sneer at herself.

“I messed up anyway. And it made me feel… bad for it?”

Edmund nodded, breathing again after his worst fear of having been the cause of her distress had been nearly confirmed and then fallen flat once more.

“Guilty?” He suggested gently, and Meiri nodded.

“Guilty.”

Neither of them seemed to know what to say next. Edmund remembered a conversation they’d had, a long time ago, when she’d said she’d only ever apologized to people when someone forced her to. How many times had she already apologized since then, without anyone, not even him, ever asking it of her?

The girl seemed to remember the reason why she’d come all the way here with a backpack, and put it down on the ground in front of her, caring about it getting dirty about as much as Edmund had cared about his pants. At least it gave her something to do with her hands.

It was the only way she’d been able to think of to prove she was being honest.

The metal zipper of it was a bit rusted and got stuck in some places, but she was used to it and managed to get it open. Meiri felt her face warm up as she reached inside, feeling stupid and not knowing how her peace offering would be received. She knew he wouldn’t laugh at her. She was afraid of it anyway.

The girl took out the safest gift first, making the bell keeper raise both eyebrows in surprise when he was presented with a cucumber sandwich wrapped in plastic film. She didn’t dare lock her gaze with his, knowing the temptation to snap at him would be too big. Opening herself up always made a weird and unpleasant feeling settle on her belly. It made it harder to think when all she wanted was to hide.

Next came something she thought at length about whether she should have brought or not, and even now she considered keeping it hidden. It was stupid. But maybe stupid would be what it took to show she really was sorry. Edmund frowned, confused, when she offered him a woff plush that looked very clearly handsewn, the eyes asymmetrical and the tail floppy.

“What… are these?”

“They’re things you like.” She stated, resisting the urge to add an uncertain ‘right?’ at the end of her answer. She knew he liked those things. That was why she’d brought them. If he refused them, it wouldn’t be because they weren’t his jam. It would be because he was refusing her. “I made them for you.”

He took the woff in his free hand. The stuffing inside was bumpy, and there wasn’t nearly enough of it to keep the tissue from creasing. The stitches holding the facial details together all had different lengths. Edmund hadn’t really cried since he’d been a teenager. Yet he felt the sting of tears in his eyes now.

“Why?”

Meiri gulped, and bit her lip. She seemed to be waging an internal battle when she looked at him pointedly and said with a choked up voice.

“Because you’re always doing nice things for me.” The immeasurable effort she was making to force herself to be still and look at him while very deliberately stating that was palpable. He wanted to tell her she didn’t need to, that he understood, but she had clearly practiced that. It was something she wanted to say, even if she’d avoided getting to that point. “You’re always letting me talk about the things I enjoy and… you teach me many interesting things too. You’re a good person. You are… the best person I know. And you talk to someone no one else wants to just because you’re kind. And I wanted to thank you for it. And to say that I’m sorry.”

Those last words were rung out of her throat hand in hand with a sob, and when she bowed her head down so he wouldn’t see it so plainly, Edmund was left no choice but to lean forward and hug her. It didn’t take half a second for her arms to be around him as well, grip impressively strong for someone so tiny.

He supposed all that climbing must have been worth something.

“It’s okay.” He cooed, rubbing her back as the Meiri allowed the tears to run freely, clinging to him like she was afraid he’d run away if she let go. “Firefly, it’s okay. I forgive you. I know we say things we don’t mean when we’re angry.”

She would have to learn how to not lash out, that was true. But at such a young age she was already holding herself accountable, maybe even more rigidly than she should, so forgive him if he wasn’t about to point out any of the things she could work on at that moment. Meiri whined into his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean what I said then. I mean it now.”

“I know.” He began swaying them back and forth gently. “I know.”

They stayed like that until her crying subsided, until he realized the sun’s stronger rays were winning over the barrier of clouds and their own early-morning shyness, casting a silver glow over the treetops.

“If that happened again.” Meiri began, still reluctant to let go of his torso. “If that happened again, do you think you could still forgive me?”

It should have been a given, Edmund thought morosely. She shouldn’t have felt like she had to ask.

“I meant what I said. What you say when you're upset won’t stop me from caring about you. I promise.”

He heard her sniffle before drawing back slightly, just enough to look at his face properly.

“Then I think I can do it.”

Edmund blinked at the statement, put so boldly with her little shoulders set like she was bravely heading into battle.

“Do what?”

“Choose you.” His heart skipped a beat. He would have wondered if he was misinterpreting her, but for all she was doing to keep a cool facade she looked just as nervous as he felt. “If you’d still choose me.”

He would. For all the fear he felt, all the uncertainty, all the bumps he was sure there would be in this road, he found that he’d still choose her any time.

And he told her as much.

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ghuleh-witch · 7 months

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Do Whatever You Need

Fandom: Ghost

Rating: Explict

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, angry sex

Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/OC

Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, OC

Additional Tags: Established Relationship

Words: 1,845

Summary: A rough tour cycle is weighing on Copia and Ivy just wants to help in any way she can.

Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose as the blank document on her computer screen mocked her. It was times like this when she wished she had never been promoted to handle the tour’s PR. She had been trying to write a statement to present to fans after the disaster of the day for the last hour. Between the weather and the rain-destroyed equipment, that night’s ritual had to be canceled. On top of that was the venue’s mishandling of communication between the banned and the fans. And that was all after having to release a statement about the cancellation of the two Florida rituals because of a hurricane. She couldn’t put into words how devastated everyone was.

The door to the tour bus was slammed open and then shut again. It made her jump, but she calmed herself when she saw Papa Emeritus IV brushing fat droplets of water from his black shirt. Copia’s once combed-back hair was messy and wet, and his skull paint was starting to run down his face. He looked ruinous and Ivy couldn’t blame him one bit. The day was a disaster.

“I told those motherfuckers to tell the fans we had to cancel the show,” he growled as he flopped down on the sofa opposite her. “They gave me the run around with the legal bullshit and left all those people standing in the rain.” He ran this hand over his face, smudging the pain even more. “Our fans deserve better.”

Ivy frowned. “This isn’t your fault. This isn’t the Ghost project’s fault. If anything it’s the venue’s fault. We voiced our concerns about the weather when we got here this morning. And the rituals in Florida? We didn’t know a hurricane would happen when we were working on the schedule.” She knew he was upset and frustrated over having to cancel three shows in a row. He had been in a mood for the last week, ever since they had to cut a show short because of weather and issues with a venue, and now after today, Ivy thought he might implode.

He looked up at her. “I know you are trying to be kind and help, but it isn’t helping so please stop,” he snapped and then immediately looked guilty. “I’m sorry, mi amore , you didn’t deserve that.”

Ivy let out a sigh and shrugged. “It’s fine. I get it. You’re furious. I’m furious. Today was a shit show.” She stood and walked the short distance to him, sitting next to him on the couch and running a hand up and down his back.

“I just can’t believe what a nightmare this tour is turning out to be,” he grumbled, his floured fingers curling into fists. “ Cazzo …”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked. She could feel his anger rolling off him in waves. She had never seen him so upset before. “Anything to make you feel better?”

He turned his head to her and for a second searched her eyes before taking her face between his hands and bringing her lips to his. The kiss was hard. Their teeth clashed and Ivy thought her lips might bruise. She didn’t stop him though. He needed this and she wanted to do anything she could to make him feel better.

“This won’t be gentle,” he all but growled against her lips when the kiss broke. “If it’s too much–”

“I’ll use my safeword,” Ivy finished looking into his eyes. “Do whatever you need. Take whatever you need. I’m yours.”

He let out a deep growl before standing and picking her up around the middle. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the back of the bus where their bed was. He wasn’t gentle about dumping her on the bed and she let out a squeak of surprise. She watched as he began to strip off his clothes and toss them aside. He was already hard and Ivy licked her lips as a flood of liquid heat went straight to her core. Her hands went to the button of her jeans but he batted them away.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, a hand slipping under her shirt. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it. “You don’t get to deprive me of this.” He removed his hands and roughly pulled her pants and panties off in one go. He then tried to take her shirt off but when he got frustrated with the buttons, he ended up ripping the shirt off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room and sending buttons flying everywhere

“I liked that shirt,” Ivy pouted.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he grumbled as he unhooked her bra. He tossed it onto the pile of clothing resting on the floor before pushing her flat onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed so that he was braced on his arms hovering over her. She looked up at him and trembled in delight at the look in his eyes.

Copia pressed another bruising kiss to her lips, biting her bottom lip before kissing down her jawline and neck. Ivy let out a soft gasp as he bit and sucked at her skin. She knew her neck would be marked up in the morning but she didn’t care. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close, but he pulled back and peeled her arms away. He took both her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms over her head.

His mouth went back to her neck, trailing kisses and bites down to her chest. Taking one of her nipples between his lips, his hand squeezed and massaged her other breast. She let out a low moan as his tongue flicked over the bud. Before Ivy could relish in the feeling, his mouth was moving further down her body. She could feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her thighs. She resisted the temptation to thread her fingers through his hair.

Just when she thought Copia would torture her with his tongue on clit, he sat back on his knees and looked down at her. She let out a small whimper at the devilish glint in his eyes. Her body ached for him.

He pushed her thighs open wider. “You’re so wet for your Papa,” he said, his hands rough on her skin as he moved to grip her hips, pulling her closer. He lined himself up and pushed into her. There was a pleasant burn as he stretched her and filled her. A moan left Ivy’s lips as she wrapped her legs around him tightly and pushed him deeper.

Copia said nothing and wasted no time as he thrust into her hard and fast. He hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t be gentle. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t the lovemaking she was used to with him. Ivy knew she would ache in the morning and the thought made her smile a little.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he pounded into her. Her head fell back and her mouth open as her moans slipped from her throat.

“Sì, è giusto la mia piccola puttana,” Copia growled as his cock pushed in and out of her. The sound of moans, grunts, and skin slapping together filled the sleeping area of the bus. His pace never faltered as one of his hands left her hips and came up to squeeze her breast. She let out a small whimper at his touch, causing him to smirk. “You make such pretty sounds for me.”

Ivy could feel her climax building as his cock continually hit into her. She felt the searing heat pooling in her, ready to release, but before she could, he pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss but didn’t have time to voice a complaint as he turned her over onto her stomach. He leaned over her, burying his face into her neck, kissing and biting before he nipped her earlobe.

“Get into position,” he growled, sending a shiver down her spine.

She eagerly lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, her fingers digging into the sheets of the bed as he positioned himself behind her. There was a sharp sting on her ass as he slapped it and began to knead it. A soft moan left her as she felt his lips leaving a trail of light kisses down her back before he slammed into her again, nearly pushing her forward into the headboard.

“Copia,” she moaned as he began his unrelenting pace once more. “Please…”

“Please what?” He grunted, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she thought there would be bruises.

“Need to cum.”

“Not yet,” Copia said, his cock burying into her as his hand left her hip and came to her front. He began to rub her swollen clit, making her gasp. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Ivy cried out, her knuckles turning white from how hard she gripped the sheets as he continued to pleasure her. “Papa, please, I can’t—” She needed release so bad it hurt.

“Then cum for me,” he commanded. “Cum on my cock.”

She felt herself tumbling over the edge, her walls squeezing his cock as his name left her lips over and over again. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm and it wasn’t long after did his thrust begin to slow and become erratic. She felt his cock pulse in her before a low moan left him and he was spilling himself into her, rope after rope. He lazily thrust into her a few more times, muttering praises in Italian she couldn’t make out, before slipping out and collapsing next to her on the bed.

Unable to hold herself up anymore on her trembling arms, Ivy dropped onto her stomach, turning her head to look at him. His hair was a mess and his paint was smeared and running worse than it was before. He got up and disappeared into the tiny bathroom before coming back with a warm damp washcloth. Copia helped her clean up before laying back down on the bed. He stared at her, his breathing still a little labored as he moved a strand of hair from her face.

“ Mi amore ,” he breathed. “I was not too rough?”

“You were wonderful. I enjoyed it,” she said softly with a smile. “How do you feel?” She turned onto her side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating hard and fast.

“Better,” he said an arm wrapping around her shoulders and holding her close to him. “I am still upset, but it’s not as bad as before.”

“That’s good,” she said. “Some sleep will help.”

“Ah, cara , there’s still work to be done. We haven’t finished drafting a statement.”

“It’s late, it can wait till morning,” she said, pressing her lips to the 666 tattoo on his peck. “Sleep, it’s been a long day.”

Copia’s lips pressed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes grew heavy and drooped closed.

mi amore-my love Cazzo-fuck Sì, è giusto la mia piccola puttana-yes that's right my little whore cara-darling

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