#sits back and waits for my follower count to slowly die out because of this

[mockingbirdshymn]

rating camp camp pairings

because i ran out of ideas for posts and saw someone else do this a few years ago so swoop the idea is mine now

nerriston - 10000000/10

i love them. ok. i really do theyre super cool. it make sense like. they have a perfect dynamic. theyre cute. we have magician who has anxiety, cocky loud theatre kid who does not give a shit, and short dnd nerd who would beat your ass and probably carries in all the groceries at once. LIKE. its perfect. it literally is the best

im equally as loving of presner/harriston/nerrison but nerriston is my main otp

presnurf - fuck you/10

hacks gags dies

presmax - 1/10

personally i dont see this? and its not because they havent interacted, mostly because their personalities don't mesh well imo? not to say that opposites don't attract, thats the building ground for so many good ships, but with them its just. kind of just pure annoyance any time they interact. and unlike nerrison, it's not a continuing thing that makes it a rivalry and has layers to it (ex. background interactions, like at the lake lilac summer social), with max and preston its just general annoyance any time they bump into each other.

plus i hc preston to be 14 and max is canonically 10 and while my headcanons arent canon, that interpretation of mine makes it a very much no go for me

neil x harrison - 3/10

not for me, but i can 100% see it

again though, i hc harrison to be 14 and neil is canonically 11, so,,, another dealbreaker for my bc of this headcanon

nerikki - 3/10

definitely compatible, and if it werent for the fact i have a sturdy hc on cc campers' ages, i feel i could like it?

but 14yo x 10yo is a big nono for me

ered x nikki - 1/10

for me it feels like nikki has a crush on ered in the same way kids tend to have crushes and idolize people older than them. like how someone may like their friend's way older brother, even though hes like 6 years older, but it dies out once they mature and stop idolizing him.

ered is either 15 or 16 in my headcanons, and nikki is canonically 10, so,, nikki can have a crush on ered in the same way kids have crushes on celebrities, but for ered to act on that would be very very bad

ered x nerris - 6/10

can see it, not my favorite, but i can definitely enjoy content from it (like fanart or fics) if its not the main focus.

ered x dolph - 1/10

sir, dolph is like literally the youngest. ered is the oldest pls stop (ik the eggs benefits episode was what started a lot of ships but. but cmon)

honestly though i rlly like the idea of them as older sister younger brother type of dynamic, tho ive not seen many people hc that if any

space kid x dolph - 8/10

i like them as friends more but i can definitely see it and enjoy it!! either romantic or platonic, i really love their (imagined bc they never interact lmfao) dynamic, and theyd mesh together very well personality-wise. both are clueless (dolph because he doesnt pick up on things well/holds a very positive view on everything, and space kid because his brain is like a pinball machine), and both have no friends/are generally excluded from everyone else due to their differences.

makki - 9/10

at first didnt like it at all, i like it now though!! dont have much of a reason for this, just think it's cute. angsty boy and feral girl. max would be moping and nikki would bring him a cool rock and he would not understand why but keep it anyway

maxneil - 10/10

"mandatory gay pairing for every main characters" is what someone from a random youtube video from like 4 years ago would say

though i rlly like it. guy who doesnt care at all and guy who overexplains absolutely everything/cares too much. max would ask a retoric question and neil would go into a ramble. max annoying the absolute shit out of neil and neil just. loudly sighing

neil x nikki - 1/10

i headcanon them as stepsiblings after parents day!! before i used to like it, but the fact their parents boned and nikki discussed being siblings killed that for me

nurf x a cactus - 10/10

he deserves to be prickled

neil x tabii - 1/10

i dont like fics where they're together as adults if im honest. as much as i adore tabii, her borderline obsession with neil makes him uncomfortble and i dont think it'd really be healthy at all. hes made it clear he doesnt like her

max x sasha - 7/10

can def see it! two bitchy assholes, though i dont like the idea all too much. would need someone else in the relationship to balance it out, or else its just kind of two dicks doing back and forth

pikeman x sasha - 8/10

it would not be healthy but by fucking christ it would be hilarious

sasha would be the gold digger and pikeman wouldnt know how to speak to a woman and it would be great

nikki x sasha - 5 to 8/10

nikki was bullied by sasha a lot, also sasha is kind of a dick, but they could be cute if sasha got over herself and started to be actually decent. with care put into it, it would be cute in a storyline of "girl forced to be perfect her entire life and externalizes this onto others, learns to embrace her true self through realizing that girl who is messy and doesnt care about how she looks is happy"

or maybe i just really like mabel x pacifica. its one or the other

tabii x erin - 8/10

very cute!! i liked how they acted at the end of the lake lilac summer social, but they work more as best friends in my opinion? badass besties who would wingman each other and tell each other everything in sleepovers. but at the same time, i do love gay people.

erin x neil - 7/10

SIGH if only erin got more character development. it could have been very cute. mostly because erin deserved someone who liked her for something other than her loks, which shed been pressured to prioritize just all of the time. also neil and erin could bounce ideas off each other?? and once more, pathetic bf x badass gf

erin x snake - 2/10

there wasnt much between them outside of "omg hes cute" without much emotion put into it, yk? which is funny because i like snake x tabii which wasnt too different but whatever

snake x tabii - 8/10

TABII WAS A DICK TO HIM BUT OH MY GOD IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

forever crying about that. they would go so well together????? tabii deserves someone who thinks shes pretty i really like tabii and she and snake would be badasses together and i and i and i

pikeman x snake - 3/10

do not like it personally. mostly because pikeman's an asshole but yk

camper x counselor - wtf/10

daniel x david - 4/10

definitely not for me!! can be cute i guess, especially in aus where daniel isnt a cultist, but i dont think david would ever fall for a child murderer

david x gwen - 20/10

i love them. i love them so much. goes into my favorite trope of badass wife x too scared to ask for katchup at a ristraunt husband

david x jasper - 10/10

pre-jasper death only. post-jasper death and thats creepy because jasper is literally still a child

pre-jasper death and in aus where jasper lives, i will gobble that shit up like a starving turkey. i literally love it so much. like??? i cant explain why. plus ive read so many good fics with it that i am unable to hate it.

gwen x jen - 3/10

jen has appeared a total of one time for exactly 5 seconds. but in aus where shes given a character and isnt a murderer then i think it could work

daniel x jen - 5/10

never interacted (as if im one to talk with my nerriston bullshit) but cultist x cultist can be made interesting

cameron x priss - 9/10

could either be 1 of 2 things

your grandparents that keep fighting all of the time but love each other

two irresponsible grandparents that teach the child how to make an explosive

they seemed to have a sort of romantic connection and it wasnt all sexual attraction, and cameron's fear of comitment was the only thing really stopping them from enjoying a presumably happy and healthy marriage

platypus x food - 10/10

a match made in heaven

#camp camp #rating ships #sits back and waits for my follower count to slowly die out because of this #as you can see my headcanons on ages are interfering with a lot of popular ships #i apologize my good friends #my headcanons arent yours #do whatever #cc harrison #cc nerris #cc preston #cc dolph #cc space kid #cc max #cc neil #cc nikki #cc nurf #cc ered #cc david #cc daniel #cc jen #cc gwen #cc penelope priss #cc cameron campbell #cc flowerscouts #cc woodscouts #not tagging the ships #because im not a masochist #camp camp ships #headcanons #???

[starsxblazing]

Die Of A Broken Heart

Ask and you shall receive. Here is some pure heartbreaking angst to feed us masochists.

Summary: Azriel goes on a mission that should have been simple only for it to end in one of the worst ways possible.

Azriel x Reader

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? You just got back last night and you’re exhausted.”

You watched your husband as he continued to get ready for his mission. It wasn’t really a mission at all unless one thought of the Hewn City that way. There were many that would call it such but to each their own. Azriel stopped his task of lacing his buckles together to give you a smile but when that didn’t seem to satisfy you, he pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace. 

“As soon as Cassian and I return, you will have me all to yourself,” he assured gently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Try not to worry so much, love.”

You both admired and hated his work ethic. He was so loving, loyal, and devoted that he spread himself so thin but he was slowly making progress. Very, very slow progress but progress, nonetheless. The two of you had only been married for a few decades and it was as blissful as it could possibly be.

There had been an internal war within you when he had first started courting you. It was no secret that he wanted a mate, that all of the males wanted a mate. You had been hesitant in giving your heart to him because you knew that he had someone wonderful out there that the Mother had made just for him. 

What you hadn’t expected was a one sided mating bond. You had known since the night of your wedding but hadn’t been able to bring yourself to tell him. Azriel was always so loving and devoted to you that you didn’t have to question him. He assured you more times than you could count that even if his mate did miraculously appear, that he would still choose you. Since you knew that he was your mate, all of those worries had left your mind.

“But you still have to train your new spy for Spring Court,” you huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from him as he continued preparing.

“I have already told Rhys that it will have to wait.” He shot you a playful grin. “You are my priority. The female will still be there in another two weeks.”

“You, the amazing spymaster, are going to take an entire two weeks off?” you asked skeptically. “You are going to go insane with that much time off of work.”

“Actually,” he began, his voice dropping into that delicious seductiveness while he pushed you back into the wall. “I had every intention of keeping myself occupied in much more pleasurable ways.”

The hard length of him pressed into you, earning him a playful giggle. He simply pulled you into a deep kiss that left you both breathless only to do it again before he finally left with one last ‘I love you.’ You always hated to watch him go but knowing that he would be back later that night made it better. It also helped that you had a day planned with Nesta at the bookstore. 

“Did Cassian let anything slip about what they’re supposed to be doing?” you asked the female as you walked down the street.

“He was able to withstand my questioning, surprisingly,” Nesta huffed. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“Probably not,” you agreed.

You simply followed your friend throughout the stores, grabbing a few items for yourself before making your way to a nearby cafe. Nesta was relentless in getting you back into training so to appease her, you agreed. It was mostly because you missed the three females that you had made friends with but also because it would keep your mind busy once Azriel left again to train his new spy.

It was hours past time when your husband had promised that he would be home and it had you pacing a hole in the floor of your sitting room. This was the absolute worst part of being committed to someone with such an important job. Each time he was away from you, you prayed for his safety. That was exactly why you fell into a panicked frenzy when Rhys entered your mind to let you know that you were needed at Madja’s.

“What happened?” you demanded breathlessly, bursting into one of the healing rooms only to see a grumbling Azriel sitting up in the bed and holding his head.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Cassian waved it off dismissively despite the serious worry in his eyes. “He just took a hit to the head.”

“The culprit will have a fitting punishment,” Rhys assured when you went to open your mouth. “Take him home and watch over him.”

And so you did. It didn’t help that your husband was grumpier than usual, fussing and ensuring you that he could take care of himself. You weren’t convinced due to his slight stumble and how he continued to hold his bandage wrapped head. He all but fell face first into the bed and there was no way that you could leave him alone.

You awoke the next morning only to find Azriel’s side of the bed cold. It caused a deep frown to form on your face because he should be there. He was injured on top of promising to stay home. The very least that you had expected was for him to still be cuddled up to you since the sun could barely be seen in the sky. Even after searching the entire house, he was nowhere to be seen and not even his scent lingered in the air. 

In a sigh of defeat, you made your way to the House of Wind in hopes to find some answers. It was also empty up until you made it up to the training ring. Cassian, Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn were already there and beginning their warmups for the session.

“Finally come back to join us?” Cassian asked in a teasing voice but his eyes were wary.

“I was actually hoping to find my husband.” You almost tripped over the last word, almost revealing the secret that nobody else knew. “He promised that he would be home for the next two weeks.”

“He said something came up and training that new female was extremely important.” 

You eyed Cassian skeptically, noting that the general appeared uneasy with the topic of conversation. Something wasn’t right and your hand instinctively rubbed against your heart as if the bond was trying to tell you something. It was always there, always lingering and glowing brightly within you but it was dim today. Nesta, who seemed extremely in tune with you, pulled you into the ring with them, insisting that training would help but that dim light wouldn’t change your worry. There was something wrong if the strange new tug was any indication of it.

With nothing better to do, you relented and after warmups, you had a sword in hand. All three females had been training hard and it was a task to keep up with the high spirited Gwyn. You had always loved the priestess and the upbeat, determined energy that always buzzed around her.

You felt it just as soon as you blocked Gwyn’s attack. There was pain that tugged at your heart that caused you to stumble, earning a nice cut on your arm as you hit your knees. You were certain that a scream of pain, one that didn’t come from the new physical injury, left you but you were unaware of anything but the pain in your chest. It was sharp, as if a thousand daggers were piercing you all at once. 

A blinding heat then enveloped that same pain that had your head swimming. The bond that was there slowly dimmed further and you could almost see it. You could almost see the cord rip and shred, the feeling going straight into your chest. The burning paired with the sharpness continued until you could feel it through every fibre of your being where it settled into your very soul. It raged with an intensity that you knew had never been experienced by the world before.

Your heart stopped just as the last pieces of the bond shredded and broke before the blissful darkness took you.

Even in unconsciousness the pain didn’t stop. It felt like being tied to a spit and being turned over an open, blazing fire. The extreme heat didn’t stop and even after your mind began to clear, you were unable to open your eyes. It felt like you were dying from the inside out but muffled voices hit your ears, thankfully giving you something else to focus on.

“So you are telling me that your new spy is your mate?”

Rhys. That voice that was unmistakable and laced with frustration.

“It just happened, Rhys.”

Your husband. The one that was your mate that somehow had another mate. You searched inside of you and all that was left of the one sided bond were shredding sharp threads blowing in an openness of an unfamiliar void. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. You couldn’t understand.

“What do you plan to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Those three whispered words felt like another knife to the heart, continuing to slice into your already shredded soul.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You have a wife that loves you! A wife that you have been happily in love with for decades!”

The quiet words of the High Lord were nearly a growl, obviously angry with his spymaster.

“She’s my mate, Rhys!” 

Your husband was attempting to defend himself as if the mating bond had finally taken over him completely.

“You just met this female. She is supposed to be your apprentice. Your student. Nothing more.”

Azriel truly had left you, while he was injured, only to find his mate. You wanted to cry but the pain, the heat, kept you from doing anything. 

“Well that’s not what happened.” 

“What is more, your wife fell in training and has been unconscious for days while in a pain that none of us can figure out while you have refused to come back because you have been with your mate!”

It was all that you needed to hear. Your worst fears that had been present before the bond had happened. He had been spending time with his mate all while you had been unconscious and in immense pain and hadn’t bothered to answer his High Lord’s attempts to reach him. You must have finally been able to move because you heard quick footsteps just before a familiar set of hands were wrapped around yours.

“Y/n.” Azriel’s pleading voice barely registered in your mind. “Please look at me.”

It felt wrong to do so but you did. You loved him with all that you were and it was now your downfall. There was such worry on his face and his eyes went wide at whatever he found or didn’t find on your face. Even through the blazing haze, you barely registered the deep concern and made you wondered why he cared all of a sudden.

“Are you alright?” It was Rhysand’s voice this time as he pushed the shadowsinger away from you. “How can I help?”

“I’ll be fine,” you rasped, your throat raw as if you had been screaming.

“You have been screaming,” Rhys confirmed in a gentle but quiet voice. “Let me help you.”

A growl came from behind you but you focused on those violet eyes that made you feel just the tiniest bit better.

“I just need my bed and some time.”

He nodded, seemingly determined to give you whatever you wanted.

It took two weeks for you to pull yourself together enough to present yourself somewhat normally. Azriel had stayed with you for a week before leaving for his next mission, leaving you at the House with Nesta and Cassian. You knew that it wasn’t a mission. They didn’t know that you had overheard the conversation and knew that your husband had a mate that wasn’t you. 

By the time that the third week had passed, Azriel came into your room and watched you cautiously. It had taken you that long since the bond broke to act like your normal self but the pain, the burning of your soul never stopped. The broken threads cut into you over and over with no way to stop it. You were sure that you were going mad and you only allowed yourself to succumb to it whenever you knew that you would be alone for a while.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He sat on the edge of the bed but didn’t move closer. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” you asked as casually as you could even though a piece of you knew what was coming.

“I found my mate,” he whispered.

“Oh.”

This time it came out as a broken whisper, your fear only fueling the flame inside of you. Your heart picked up a rapid pace in your chest and you were sure that it was going to explode if it didn’t stop.

“I need-” He swallowed hard, his eyes lining with tears. “I need to at least get to know her.”

“You promised me, Azriel,” you croaked. “Please.”

“Just give me three weeks, y/n. Please.”

“Az…” Your voice trailed off and you realized that there was no point in arguing. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

Despite his voice sounding thick and desperate, he simply brushed a light kiss against your lips. Your heart continued to race in panic and that pain raged blindingly until it was dark once again.

Azriel felt horrible for leaving you because he had promised you for decades that he would never leave you. He promised that he would love you and only you for the rest of eternity and even though that would always be true, he had to be sure. No sooner than he was in the sky after leaping off of the balcony on the House of Wind, a pair of hands were around him and he was suddenly in his dungeon.

“What the hell, Rhysand?” he growled, frustrated and annoyed and Cassian and the two fae in the chairs barely caught his eye.

“I came back here with Cassian to continue the work that you should have done after being attacked and learned a great deal of information.”

“Like what?” he snapped, his feet shifting while he debated on winnowing away.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.” the High Lord growled. “As it turns out, that blast of power that sent you flying into the wall and causing your concussion cursed you.”

That caused him a pause and he eyed the two males that he had met with.

“Your ‘mating bond’ is fake.”

“But-”

“Tell him,” Rhysand ordered the males, refusing to let him speak.

“The female- your wife- is your mate,” one bit out. “You are holding us back in this horrid place so we cursed you to be chained to another female so that you would move courts.”

Because he would. If his mate didn’t want to live in Night Court, he would follow her. He looked between his brothers who didn’t appear to have the first bit of sympathy for him. Rhysand obviously knew that he had just left you for his mate and didn’t care about his wishes any longer.

In his desperation to get back to you, to right his wrong and beg for your forgiveness, he began his methods. It didn’t take much to get them to break and the curse cured. In an instant, he no longer felt that fake mating bond but when he looked to his High Lord, he was pale and frozen in place.

“Let’s go.”

Rhysand grabbed both him and Cassian, winnowing them back into the House. They sprinted towards your room only to find Madja hovering over you, her face pale and grave when she looked at them.

“What’s happening?” he asked in a panic, running to your side and pulling your freezing cold hand into his.

“She’s dying.” Madja’s voice was just as grave as her face. “Her body is shutting down.”

“Y/n!” Azriel yelled, shaking you as much as he dared to try to get you to open your eyes.

Madja’s hand was over your heart, looking as if she was focusing extra hard on it.

“Her heart is beating too fast,” the female murmured. “I have no way to slow it.”

Panic overtook him entirely and he continued to shake you in desperation. Your lips had turned blue and there was no color to your face even though your chest rose and fell in an unhealthy rhythm. Finally, finally, you opened your eyes. There was no life there and the quick flicker of recognition was all that it took. A dim light simmered within him, a light wrapped around a simple thread that should have been tied to you. 

He followed it to the end only to find an endless void. That quick flicker of remembering him only lasted a second before your eyes closed again. 

Just as you closed your eyes and your chest came to a stop, the thin thread within him shredded apart.

He thought he heard himself scream, a scream of desperation and pain, as he felt like he had been set on fire. It was a heat that far surpassed the flames that had ruined the hands that you loved so much and he didn’t know if he could handle it. His wife, his mate, his true mate was gone and left shattered threads blowing in a new void in its wake. He couldn’t breathe as it felt like his heart was being shredded into pieces and it picked up its pace in his chest. It felt like he was about to implode.

And as the darkness pulled him closer, he realized what had been your fate and what would now be his. He realized what it was like to die of a broken heart.

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I Think He Knows

pairing: remus lupin x reader

warnings: slight angst, fluff, remus being stupid, the marauders being the marauders

wc: 1.9k

a/n: when i come out of hibernation and post a fic 🫣

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Lily to be gossiping late at night in your dorm, however, it was uncommon for Remus to be stopping by to borrow a book this late at night. Usually he would wait until the morning, but something pulled him towards your dorm.

Your dorm room door was slightly ajar and he could hear the soft whispers and giggles coming from yours and Lily’s side of the room. He knew he should’ve knocked, but he couldn’t help himself from overhearing your conversation.

“Lily stop!” A string of giggles followed your comment. He listened in closer at the sudden remark from you.

“Okay, okay! But I know you have a thing for him!!” Remus’s heart sunk to his feet, of course you’d like someone else.

“Of course I do! You know I do! He’s just *so* perfect, Lily, not to mention gorgeous,” he just barely heard the last part, but if Remus’s heart could sink any further than it had, then it would. Even though he’d hoped that you would have any kind of romantic feelings for him, he didn’t count on it.

Now here he was, standing outside of your dorm like a creep, just trying to get some kind of contact with you.

He did not end up seeing you, in fact he doesn’t really want to see you right now.

He turned around to leave when he heard another shrill giggle.

“You think his pranks are funny?!”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I do. But how can you not??”

“It’s so childish!!”

Pranks. It’s James. You’re in love with James. Why wouldn’t you be? Captain of the quidditch team, prefect, gorgeous, and apparently show stopping hilarious.

Remus knew coming to your dorm was a bad idea in the first place and now he really regrets doing so.

His book can wait until tomorrow or quite literally never. How is he honestly going to talk to you ever again? He walked back to his dorm with his head sunken and his heart even more.

He walks slowly to his bed, now in a pissed mood.

“D’you get your book, mate?” Peter asks innocently from his side of the room, while arranging his blankets, however he seemed to have caught Remus in a funk, because Remus sends a pillow flying, hitting him in the head.

Remus lays down and covers his head with a blanket, not speaking another word to anyone.

Back in your dorm, only seconds after Remus booked it out of there, you and Lily are still gossiping, “Lily, I know he doesn’t feel the same way,”

“Remus is just shy, that’s all, I’m not sure he would be too confident to tell you about he feels, that’s why you need to say something.”

You huffed at her, “But I don’t want to, he’s just so amazing and perfect, I don’t know, just talking about this makes me want to die of embarrassment.”

“Stop, it’s not embarrassing,”

Marlene, from across the room, chips in to the conversation, “It is embarrassing how loud you lot are being right now, shut up and go to sleep.”

You and Lily rolled your eyes and shrugged her off before beginning to get ready for bed.

As you slipped under the covers, Lily whispered one more thing to you, “Tell him!”

It’s safe to say you would be overthinking until you fell asleep.

The next morning you knew something was up. Remus wouldn’t look at you or even stay near you anytime you came up to him.

He knows. He has to know. And now you’ve ruined your friendship with him because of a silly crush.

At dinner later that night, you walked into the Great Hall to where you normally sit. Remus was sitting across from James and Sirius and next to Peter. You sat down next to Remus, trying to rekindle your relationship with him.

Unfortunately this was also a spot across from James.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all day,” James said through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, I was running around school trying to figure out this potions project,”

Remus stands abruptly and storms out of the Great Hall.

James, Sirius, and Peter all share a confused look.

“What was all that about?” Peter looks at you.

“I don’t know, I think he’s upset with me, he’s been like this all day,” you shrug your shoulders and hang your head a little.

“Oh don’t I believe it, I’ve been caught on the wrong end of his attitude. ‘Bout chopped my head off over me asking to borrow a quill,” Sirius rolls his eyes.

James thinks, “Are we missing a full moon?”

“No, it was only 2 weeks ago,”

“I think he knows, you know, about my thing for him, why else would he be avoiding me?”

“I promise you he doesn’t know,” Peter comforts you, “He’s too oblivious to know, you could have your tongue down his throat and he would still think you lot are just friends.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” you put your head in your hands.

“You’re fine, he doesn’t know,”

“I don’t know, I should go after him. Should I go after him?”

“Maybe we should just let him be for a minute.”

A minute turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned into a week, and any of you barely had any contact with Remus.

Until Friday night before the quidditch match, Remus hadn’t spoken a word to anyone and avoided you at all costs.

Before the game he stopped James as he headed into the team’s tent.

“James,”

“Hey, mate, see you’ve finally come to your senses and came to talk to me,” James said with a tinge of sass. To say James was upset at Remus was an understatement, James hated to be shut out by his friends.

“Just shut up and listen. She has this huge thing for you and you should know that, just in case she tries something tonight at the party, just be gentle with her,” Remus shoots out quickly, talking about you.

James looks at him like he’s batshit crazy.

“…What?”

“James I know you’re smarter than you look, you know who I’m talking about,”

“Yeah, I do, but there’s no way,”

“Yes there is, I heard her and Lily talking about you when I went to borrow that book,”

“Okay… are you sure?”

“As sure as the day is long.”

James pulled a face at him, “Okay, mate, yeah. Whatever you say.” He patted Remus on the shoulder as he walked into the tent.

Why was James being so sarcastic with him? Remus would do anything for your attention and affection. Remus brushed off James’ attitude and went to find a seat in the stands

He watched as the Gryffindor team came out of the tunnel and began the match against Hufflepuff.

Both you and James were chasers, Remus sat slumped in between Lily and Mary as he watched you and James fly close together.

In the air, far from the stands, James absolutely unloaded to you about what Remus had said to him before the match.

“I’m serious, I think he’s actually dense,”

“James be nice, he’s probably just not thinking straight,”

“I’m serious, he held me at the tent, telling me how much you are in love with me and how he overheard you and Lily,”

“Oh? What?”

“Yes when he came to borrow that book or whatever,”

“When? I haven’t even seen him all week?”

“It was Sunday night I think.”

Sunday? Sunday. You were talking about Remus. Not James. Merlin, he really is dense.

Neither of your attentions were really on the game anymore and the two of you had just been circling around the pitch passing around the quaffle.

You had Remus stressed. Why were you and James just talking? What are you talking about? This is the worst match he’s ever been to, he should’ve just stayed in his dorm.

Marlene circled around you and took the quaffle, “If you’re going to fly circles around the Hufflepuff players, at least score us some points. Talk about your gossip shit on the ground,” she shouted out.

Finally snapped back into it, you centered your focus on the game around you. How are you going to make this right?

The game ran longer than normal because of the close score, but Gryffindor had ended up catching the snitch, abruptly ending the match.

You and the rest of the team showered and headed to the Gryffindor common room, just ready to conk out on the couches, but alas, the Gryffindor common room never sleeps.

When you arrived, there was a bustling party. James, Sirius, and Marlene jumped right in, some of the other players went up to their dorms, but what could it hurt if you stayed down a bit longer?

You scanned the party for your close friends, mostly Lily. When you had found her, you dragged her off to a quieter part of the room and told her everything James had said on the pitch.

“I agree with James, he’s actually dense,” Lily rolled her eyes.

“Why would he think I have a thing for James? That’s outrageous!!”

“I don’t know, maybe you should talk to him,” she pointed over to where Remus was sitting on the stairs alone, only observing the party, swirling a cup of who knows what.

You approach him, but he didn’t seem to register it; he was lost in his own world.

“I heard you’ve been spying on me,” you say gently, but loud enough he could hear you over the music. He looks up at you and then down at his cup, his cheeks flushed.

“May I?” you point to the spot next to him and he nods.

“You know I think you really are dense,” he snaps his head at you.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. How could you possibly think I like James?”

“You said- you said he was gorgeous and perfect and his pranks-“

“Yeah, I did say he was, but I didn’t say James was,”

“So it’s Sirius or Peter then?” He thought hard next to you, everything you said applies to all his friends.

“Merlin, you really are stupid.”

You roll your eyes at him and grab his shirt pulling him in closer to you. Your lips collide with his softly and he’s shocked, but gives in.

You pull away and he looks at you dumbfounded, “So you said all those things about me?”

“Do I need to make myself clear again?”

“Actually, I do think so,” he says with a smug grin.

You pull him in for another kiss, it’s safe to say he doesn’t think you like James anymore.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Title: I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Warnings: barely any 60s references so if you were looking for that I'm sorry, incorrect table manners, a little bit of Daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v because these are fictional characters

A/N: The title is taken from the song “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl” by Nina Simone. Literally the naughtiest and sweetest title at the exact same time. A very sexy song, if you have never heard it, do yourself a favor!!! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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“What is a lovely little rose like you doing all alone in a place like this?” 

The voice startles you as you sip your espresso at the corner cafe. Of course, being alone in a cafe had its downsides. This wasn’t the first time you were approached here. This wasn’t the first time you were approached today, even. You look up to see who the voice belongs to and you almost drop your teeny cup.

The jawline alone had your panties in a cinch. But the eyes, those are what draw you in. The blue of his eyes was like out of a painting, and you could hardly say you’d ever seen anyone with a tiny golden-brown spot in their left eye. Was that his only flaw? From here, it appeared so. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored. His shoes were shiny like a new penny. You were shaken from your ogling by his voice again.

“Have I passed inspection, Miss…?” You give your name and he tests it out on his tongue. “A beautiful name for a beautiful rose,” With a flick of his wrist, a gorgeous and very real rose appears in his hands and he hands it to you.

You sputter out a laugh as you reach for the rose. He tilts his head as he watches you lift the flower to your nose, inhaling its sweet scent. He walks around the table and sits across from you, almost daring you to tell him to get lost. But, of course, you don’t. You are delighted to see where this may lead.

“So, what is a man dressed so well doing talking to a girl like me? Surely, you must be on your way to some type of important, or at least, fancy meeting?” You sit back, eyeing the man whose name you still haven’t caught.

“I’ll let you in a little secret. I’ve seen you here before. I know you go to the local college and after class, you like to stop here for an espresso before boarding a train back to wherever it is that you live. You’ll be happy to know I have not followed you back to your home. But, sometimes you get a sweet treat. A cinnamon roll on Mondays, perhaps a cherry and cheese danish on Wednesdays, but on Fridays? You spring for something devilish.” He ends his sentence just as your slice of devil’s food cake is set in front of you by the waiter.

“You really have been watching me. A girl with a different head on her shoulders may be nervous knowing she’s being watched. But, you don’t scare me,” you smile at him and start to dig into your cake, “If anything, I’d love to know why you find me so interesting. I mean, there are girls here with shorter skirts than mine.”

“The skirt wasn’t exactly what I was after,” his eyes linger on your mouth as your fork slowly glides back out of it, “Company. That’s mostly what I’m after. Your company. Not theirs.”

“I don’t even know your name, Mr…” You eagerly wait to hear the mysterious man’s name.

“I’ll give you my name, but I’ll need a promise that I may cook you dinner. No dinner, no name. And we act like this little conversation never happened,” he licks his lips, watching you watching him, “So, what do you say, my little rose? Will I introduce myself or will I walk off, doomed to enjoy dinner alone?”

You set down your fork, suddenly uninterested in the last bite of your cake. But instead of pushing the plate to the side, you run your pointer finger through a bit of the icing left behind. Raising your hand and pushing your chair back, you saunter over to the man’s chair. Sitting in his lap, much to the chagrin of the other couples on the terrace. You wipe the icing on his bottom lip. Leaning in while keeping eye contact, you lick away the chocolate until you take his bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes close for but a second and the slightest grunt escapes between his lips and into your mouth.

“I believe I’ve made my intentions clear but I’ll make sure they are crystal. I’m not some delicate flower, I can handle myself. And as handsome and mysterious as you are, if you try anything I don’t feel comfortable with, I’ll handle you as well. We have an understanding, I presume?” 

“You presume correctly. And please, I didn’t call you a poppy or a tulip. You’re a rose. A beautiful flower, but the thorns are treacherous. I’ll make sure you keep those at bay.”

“You owe me a name, pretty boy.” You insist, adjusting your seating in his lap and feeling a hefty bulge underneath you.

“Napoleon Solo.”

“Let’s go, then, Napoleon. I’m famished and I could use something a bit more substantial than that tiny slice of cake.”

Napoleon rises, his hands on your hips as he sets you on your feet. He waits for you to pick up your belongings, walks around the table, and grabs your hand to lead you off the terrace. He walks you to his car, opening the door for you to get in. This was your last chance to change your mind, but, you were having way too much fun.

You ride to his apartment building, and a valet takes the keys to his car before he opens the door for you to exit. A swanky place where it looks like the only people who can afford to stay here must have Esquire or some kind of title attached to their name. You decide to toss caution to the wind because it isn’t like you are staying here. It’s Napoleon who is, and you are is his guest.

You take the elevator up, making out with the tall and gorgeous stranger. The elevator rises as well as his hand up your skirt. Just as his hand reaches the top of your thigh, the elevator signals your arrival on the fourth floor. Napoleon takes your hand and leads you to Apartment 412. He unlocks the door and lets you enter first.

“So, my little rose, I was thinking for dinner I will make us Beef Bourguignon. And for dessert, what say we make it up as we go along?”

“As long as you don’t expect me to do all the cooking, I’m happy to sit back and eat and be merry, Napoleon.”

“Perfect, my little rose. Feel free to make yourself a drink, and do turn on some music. I do better with a bit of background noise.” 

You busy yourself with making an Old Fashioned, finding everything at your fingertips and ready to go. You take a sip and groan inwardly as the bourbon warms your insides. You walk from the little makeshift bar into the kitchen and offer Napoleon a sip. He applauds your drink-making skills and ushers you back out to the record player as he dons an apron and begins to cook.  

You busy yourself with looking at records while soon the smells of sauteed beef reach your nostrils. You only refresh your drink once while listening to Nina Simone Sing the Blues. Her dulcet tones woo you as the bourbon in your drink loosens you up. You don’t notice that you are being watched as Napoleon walks over and fixes himself a White Russian.

He watches as you sway and sing along with Nina. It’s only a matter of time before the timer in the kitchen sounds and he leaves you to your enjoyment of the music. He makes your plates, sets the table, and lights the few candles that sit therein. He pours you both a glass of pinot noir. His last step is to come and beckon you to your dinner. He does so by sidling up behind you and placing his hands gently on your shoulders as his lips dip down to your ears.

“Dinner’s ready, my little rose.” He takes your hand and leads you to the table, pulling your chair out for you in a gesture that wasn’t necessary but is quite romantic. If you weren’t already a bit light-headed from the Old Fashioned, that would have done it!

“Napoleon, this smells amazing. Are you sure you didn’t have some minions in the kitchen helping you to prepare this?”

“I promise, it was just me. Try it, tell me if it needs anything.”

You take a bite of the aromatic beef stew and it melts in your mouth. You can’t exactly help the satisfied groan that escapes your lips, much to the enjoyment of Napoleon.

“I take it you like it then?” The smug smile looks good on him, damn that man.

“Oh, I like it, Mr. Solo. You sure know your way to this woman’s heart. And that is through her stomach.”

He raises his glass of wine, and you raise yours as well. “To my little rose, may she only leave here satisfied. In every which way she chooses to be.”

You clink your glass against his and take a sip, knowing full well that you are going to sleep with this man before the night is over. Or at least, you hope to. You’d like to see what his face looks like in the throes of passion. And there is nothing sexier than a man who knows how to engage all of your senses in one meal.

You finish dinner and wipe your mouth, feeling for all the world like a stuffed pig. You were happy and you were tipsy and you wanted Napoleon to know just how grateful you were. But weren’t you promised dessert?

“So, dessert then?” You ask. 

“You stay seated, I’ll get these out of the way before we start on dessert.” Napoleon wipes his own mouth and comes to collect your plates and take them to the kitchen. When he comes back to the table, he easily pulls your chair back and lifts you easily onto the dining room table. At your look of confusion, he smirks yet again. “Did I not tell you that I would be enjoying you as dessert, my little rose?”

“No, I don’t believe you mentioned that. But, I do believe we both will enjoy that. Do your worst,  Mr. Solo.” You position your thighs for Napoleon to remove your panties. He sits in your chair, pulling himself up to the table and setting your legs over his shoulders. 

He kisses your thighs slowly until you are whimpering for him to take you out of your misery. He obliges by pulling your ass to the very edge of the table and using the flat of his tongue to lick a strip up your sex. An inhuman sound exits your mouth and you have absolutely no fucks to give at this point. 

“You taste like Heaven, my little rose,” he kisses your swollen nub and looks up at you, “but how do you feel?” He uses a single finger to circle your button a couple of times before drawing a line to your entrance. He enters your core slowly and his finger is a perfect fit. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to start to open you up. He starts to kiss and suck at your clit until your hand finds purchase in his chestnut locks. He lets you pull him down into your pussy, savoring every little spasm of your canal. 

Before long, a second and a third finger join the first and your moans bounce off of the walls. With one curve of his fingers, he finds your inner bundle of nerves and you reward him with a squeezing of your cunt and the melody of your orgasm. He licks up every drop of your nectar off you, and as he pulls out his fingers, he sucks them dry as well.

He stands, unbuttoning his slacks and fisting his cock while looking at your sweet blissed-out little face. “Can my little rose take some more dessert?”

“Yes, Daddy, please?” You whine, wrapping your legs around Napoleon’s waist and drawing him closer.

“That’s my good little rose,” he praised, lining himself up and entering you swiftly, “Ohhhhh, you take me so well. Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

He leans down to kiss you as he pulls out slightly and slams back in, swallowing your moans. Holding your face in his hands, he begins a steady rhythm inside you and hits your spots as if you had created his dick in a lab in some odd science experiment.

Soon, he drags orgasm after orgasm out of you until all you can say is Daddy and Yes. An endless stream of nonsensical noises comes out as well, but Napoleon is all too happy to commit those to memory while not commenting on them. He just continues to pound into you mercilessly, chasing his own release now that your juices cover the front of his slacks.

“Are you ready for Daddy to fill you?” He asks, a bruising hold on your hips as he plows into you.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” You gasp, tears falling down your cheeks as you are overstimulated.

“Fuuuuuck, such a good little rose!” He exclaims as his hips settle flush against yours. 

You can feel every twitch of his dick as he empties inside you. You watch as the sweat from his brow drips down his temple as his eyes close. You hear his breathing pick up as he tries to steady himself. The heady scent of sex in the air intoxicates you. You grab him by the tie and pull him down to kiss you. All five senses are ablaze with Napoleon Solo.

Your hand through his hair is what allows him the strength to open his eyes again. He looks at you as though you hung the moon. He remains inside you as he slots his lips against yours before resting in the crook of your neck.

“Gotta love a man that cooks. You can always stuff me twice.” You laugh, not being able to stop yourself from accidentally pushing Napoleon out of you.

“Really? A joke right now?” He laughs, standing to his full height and looking down to see his spend leaking out of you.

“I couldn’t help myself, Mr. Solo. It just…came to me.”

“I bet, my little rose.” He helps you down from the table and ushers you to the bathroom as he cleans the rest of the table up.

You clean yourself up and meet Napoleon back in the living room as he sits on the couch. You enjoy listening to some more music and having a few more drinks with him, forgetting all about your train home. 

You wanted a little sugar in your bowl, after all. And you got it and then some. This man was sweet enough to give you cavities ten times over and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Deep below the surface

Pairing: Namor/ K’uk’ulkan x reader

Warnings: smut without plot, +18, spit, dominant namor, oral, p in v

Word count: +2700

The massive crafted stone doors are pushed shut behind you, confining you from the stern looks of the Talokanil guards.

The underwater cave is massive, spacious enough to be carved into a formidable palace, the place continues to amaze you each passing day as you explore it through your assigned chores. 

This room, however, you have never been privy to. The majestic throne room that has witnessed uncountable meetings and hearings over the centuries. And, in the center of the blue-illuminated salon is him. K’uk’ulkan. The name his people chant in reverent prayers, dancing salons and upcoming battles. 

The feathered serpent god is sitting proudly on his throne, the halo of sharp teeth at his back adding a literal extra edge to his posture.  

He's wearing that attire. The ceremonial helmet that has excitement running through your veins. You had only caught glimpses of it before, the mesmerizing movement of the colored feathers, the vivid red, green and blue contrasting against the dark gold and the soft glinting of the encrusted jewels. 

Vibrant colors, brown golden skin and rich brown eyes as exhilarating as fresh coffee beans.

No soul is immune to such beauty, especially not yours. But this? Looking at him feels like looking at the sun without glasses. His burning rays weaken your steps so much so that you almost end up toppling over when your knees meet the cold floor.

" My king " you greet with a soft voice and your head lowering in respect. 

" Come closer, surface dweller " 

Feeling a little bold, you decide to crawl to him until your hands reach the step where his feet rest. Your body is perfectly aligned with his middle.

Namor reaches down to cradle your face in his large hand. The gesture is almost sweet until the rough skin of his thumb taps your chin, directing your eyes up to his and sending a shiver to travel down your spine. 

" You have kept me waiting. Tell me, have you forgotten your place?" 

"I'm so-" your apology is cut out short by his tsk of disapproval.

Without speaking, Namor spreads his legs even wider for you to accommodate between them. A silent message that you get straight away: actions speak louder than words.

Instantly, your hands move up his legs, adoring the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your fingers, his skin wet yet still so warm.. exactly like that day.

That day, when the storm clouds had crushed the sky, the thunder struck in a deafening blast and freed the rain to flood. He had appeared among the waves, cloaked as another part of the wreck.  Then surfaced again, on the other side of the tattered board you had been sustaining yourself on. The tempest in his eyes, a mirror of the one surrounding you.

The offer was simple: die to become seafood or live to never come back. While the ship drowned behind your back, you were holding your arms out, surrendering to the cold angry waves to be caught and carried away by warm arms.  

Warm spreads all over your body just like that day as you slide your hands up his thighs slowly. Your fingers toy with the fraying edges of the loincloth he's wearing and then flick it to the side revealing his barely concealed bulge. A sight that never fails to have you licking your lips, those tight and short shorts are as much of a menace as he is. 

You palm his cock through the green fabric, feeling it stir at your touch. You can almost feel his fingers twitching with impatience, the need to fist your hair and urge you on. You continue to tease him, this time with your tongue darting out to lick the straining fabric around his half-hard-on, then nuzzling your nose along the way, following its shape. 

It isn't wise to provoke a god but the truth is that he needn't be demanding because a moment after your own desire to please him has you freeing his thick cock and fisting it almost urgently.  

As precum escapes its head, the tip of your tongue rushes out to taste it, swirling it in your mouth and spitting it right out, the mixed fluids dripping down his shaft as he hisses. You keep your tongue pressing slightly on the leaking slit, opening your lips to bring his head inside your mouth, sucking on it lightly. His large girth already sets an uncomfortable sting in your lower jaw. Your eyes climb up to his, finding two black pools of burning lust that make you squeeze your legs together looking for some kind of release from the kick of arousal in your stomach.

"Is that all you can take?" he mocks " You disappoint me, surface dweller" 

Oh, he knew you could take much much more, he was just being cruel.

Working him down your throat was always a challenge, a challenge you were gladly accepting each time.

So you renew your efforts to fit more of him, setting a pace that has saliva rolling down your chin, willing your throat to reach as far as you can while your tongue continues to trace each vein and ridge of his hard cock, leaving no trace of skin unexplored. Even when you gag and sputter around him you keep going, jerking off what you can't fit in your mouth.

You can see he's close, his chest is heaving, betraying his agitated state, his knuckles clutching the rudimental armrests while his legs part widely, twitching with the need to thrust up and choke you even more. 

To imagine that he wants this almost as much as you do, to think that he needs this, he needs you.. is … intoxicating. 

Having one goal in mind, you start to suck harder, bobbing up and down until tears fall from your eyes and your throat burns. His hand shoots out to fist your hair, catching you mid bob and pushing you even further down when he cums, filling your mouth and throat with his spend and groaning his release while you moan messily around his length, the vibration adding an extra stimulation that prolongs his orgasm, spilling even more cum into your awaiting throat.

Your pussy throbs needily while you clean him off, swallowing audibly any drop that could have escaped your mouth. 

After you have finished, his hand drops down to cradle the side of your face as you catch your breath against his thigh.

His thumb is drawing the line of your jaw when he commands huskily "Open", your mouth obeys him immediately showing that you have dutifully swallowed everything he gave you "Good. You did so good. Now, you think you deserve a reward ?" the rough pad of his thumb pulls down your lower lip admiring the soft pillowy skin as he continues to taunt you seductively "Think your pretty little body can take it?" 

You nod, waiting at his feet for doing it all over again. At least it was what you expected from that very first time. That time (not so far from your arrival to Talokan) when you had hunted Namor, fell to your knees before him and begged to release him from those hideously tempting shorts to please him with your mouth. Since then, he has never been satisfied with cumming once nor seeing you once a day and the sentiment was mutual. You have become insatiable, your desire to touch more of him, to elicit groans or any kind of unrestrictedly lustful reaction from him growing each passing day.

That's why a surprised yet pleased gasp escapes you when he joists you up into his lap.

Namor chuckles and bares you unceremoniously, untying the knot at your neck that holds your dress up. His eyes devour you as his large hands trace your body starting by your neck, following your pulse point down to your collarbone and lower to the sides of your breasts, touching every erogenous zone delicately. He stops at the top of your thighs to spread his fingers, thumbs moving up and down the line of your venus, digging into the flesh where your legs and pelvis meet and sending electric thrills to your core. 

"So soft and warm" his murmur is barely audible, almost as if his words aren't destined for your ears

You feel his hand cupping your heat next, the heel pressing against your bundle of nerves as his fingers easily slide down your slit and press at your sopping entrance.

Your hole clenches and sucks them in greedily, your entire body curling into the abyss of early ecstasy. He must realize this at the same time as you do because his smirk turns devilish.

"Haven't even touched you yet and you've already made a mess of yourself" his fingers sink into your heat, steadily coaxing you open "What's caught you so excited huh?" 

Swift as the snake he's been compared to over the centuries, he catches your eyes rising to his headdress and hears the erratic flutter of your beating heart. 

"Oh, you like this mmm.."- the torture of his fingers dragging languidly over your walls never stopping "Go on, tell me what you think"

"It's so..." you extend your hand tracing the curves of the golden beast up to the feathers and green aquatic leaves, not daring to touch any of it, afraid you will tarnish them somehow just by being so close " magnificent.." your eyes turning back to the god facing you, watching closely and unexpectedly quiet. Sometimes, he can even read your thoughts, but right now you're sure he can read your eyes. He sees through the praise, the amazement and reverence that lie beyond are not purely directed to what sits above his head.

He kisses you then. Pulling from your hair, he connects his lips with yours to capture you in a voracious kiss. His kisses used to be angry, long but measured. Now, they have morphed into life-consuming spells. One kiss was enough to have you drowning in desire, your body invaded by a thirst that could only be quenched by him: his lips, his hands, his cock.

His tongue breaches the seam of your lips, tasting them as he does so, then invades your mouth to fight and defeat yours. Each breath you take against his open mouth burns, the scrape of his teeth on your lower lip adding another log to the pyre. It's enough to make you lose your mind, shamelessly mewling while your hips move up and down, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. He parts his mouth from yours and your moans fill the room unobstructedly.

"Hold it" the warning is whispered into your ear, his dark voice electric like the thunder before a storm.

The single tear that falls from your eye at the effort is snatched by his finger, the pearly bubble dissolving in his skin.

"Poor, desperate surface dweller." the chocolate in his eyes is now completely melted "You're so lucky you taste so sweet."

The world seems to fold upside down when you're lifted and turned around, your butt landing on the throne with your legs parted wide open by strong hands.

Next thing you know Namor kneels and plunges his tongue inside you, then drags it out, licking up your slit once, twice and finally, his entire mouth takes as much flesh as he can and sucks, pulling deliciously on your clit and slurping your essence as if he was eating his favorite fruit. You completely forget how to breathe, as your legs start to shake uncontrollably around him and your head hits his throne. 

The mere image of him sucking on your pussy like a maniac at the feet of his own throne is enough to send you over the edge. Your hands wildly reach out to hold onto something as the pleasure turns unbearable. Denied of his lush hair they land instead on the gold shoulder plates, scraping needily on the metal as you cum, crying silently in shock at the suddenness of the white burning bliss that crushes you. He sucks your abused folds one more time and raises.

His hand brings you back to consciousness, squeezing your cheeks and prying your lips open only to spit in your mouth. He doesn't have to say a word, you swallow it all instinctively. 

"You're so dirty " he chuckles satisfied "and you're about to get dirtier, surface dweller"

He engulfs your lips yet again, sharing the remnants of your taste on his tongue as he manhandles you into a position he likes, yanking you down and pushing your knees up your chest with firm arms.

Moaning into the kiss, you feel the blunt tip of his already hard cock rubbing on your sensitive folds, parting them to push against your entrance. Slowly, he eases his head inside allowing you some reprieve before his mercy runs thin and he continues on, burying himself in one powerful thrust, reaching your limit and knocking all of the air from your lungs. The stretch overwhelms you with stinging pleasure, like thorns pricking on your nerves with shocks of bliss.

"Always so warm" he groans, his words fueling the heat in your belly as his lips part from yours moving down to mark your throat.

He drives his hips into yours, setting an unforgiving pace while searching and finding that spongy spot behind your front wall. Guided by your lewd moans he rams his cock into it fascinated by your body fitting more and more of his large cock and squeezing so hard around him. 

He makes you cum for the second and third time of the day, driving into you with such fervor and precision that scrambles your brain and rattles your bones. Slick drips down your cunt and soaks his lower abdomen as wet sloshing sounds fill the room. 

You feel utterly delirious, your gaze dropping to where your bodies are joined, the wide base of his cock splitting you open eliciting another wave of arousal, pushing another horizon of unbridled gratification. 

"Look at me " the pressure of his hand wrapped around your throat snaps your attention back up. His jawline is tense almost as if it was carved on stone, his lips look swollen and biteable and his eyes are so dark you feel like you're falling, your stomach trembling once more as he thrusts hard.

The golden face of the roaring beast seems to goad your febrile state.

"It is said that if you look too much, its eyes can trap your soul for eternity." the playful warning falls from his lips like honey when he notices you're staring "Tell me, is yours mine already?" his final chuckle earning another pained moan from you.

You can't even fathom how to answer that. You hope he doesn't expect a coherent response because the truth is, you haven't been able to think rationally since you had set foot in this room.  

Your walls cling to him and your back arches as you drink every sinful word he keeps bombarding you with. Every taunt, every smile, every chuckle, every hitched breath and moan between you both is vitally consumed as water in the desert. 

The grip on your throat tenses, your pulse point deliciously stroked by his fingers, causing your hand to shoot up grasping his wrist as the pressure in your lower belly starts to rise. Your chest touches his muscular one, your knees getting squished between your chests as he drives his cock even deeper inside you. 

He keeps pounding into you relentlessly until you feel him throbbing, the muscles in his lower abdomen tensing and you're choking on feverish words, the desire for him to fill you up once again maddening.

"That's it" he praises, his voice pierced by want "Keep begging for my cum. How much do you need it?"

You can't control yourself, the pleas that fall from your lips are intelligible, your voice breaking between moans. It only takes two more thrusts for him to reach his peak, his cock swelling and stretching you impossibly, pumping you full of his cum. As he groans his euphoria, his other hand reaches down to draw circles around your sensitive nub. The crease of the wave starts to fall on you too as he's still spilling generously inside you. The orgasm rips you apart. You come so hard you think your soul leaves your body, the only thing it remains is his name on your lips. 

He examines the image before him with voracious yet pleased eyes. Eyes closed, shallow breaths, skin shining with sweat and still stretched around him. You're a fucked senseless mess, just how he liked it.

Thoroughly ruined, a fleeting thought of quiet complaint stuck in your mind: how is it fair that he looks like he hasn't broken a sweat in his entire life when you feel so completely undone, the post-orgasmic haze gripping your mind and body with exhaustion.

He plays with what has leaked out of you, smearing it, making more of a mess and earning a raspy whine from you. 

"You look so good beneath me" Namor whispers while leaning forward, nuzzling your nose with his " This might be your new place. Would you like that? To have me holding you down, filling this greedy pussy forever?"

Your wrecked moan is answering enough.

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#namor x reader #namor fanfiction #king namor #namor smut #mysweetpoisonsmasterlist

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter sixteen

close to home | chapter sixteen

plot: the reader is on the mend when the governor attacks the prison, leaving her found family scattered

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,742 Warnings: violence, blood, loss A/N: thanks for reading!

Daryl was sitting on the floor of your quarantine cell block when you started to stir. It had been about eight hours since the medicine was administrated into your veins, and he hadn’t left your side during that time, save for when Rick had told him that he’d banished Carol after murdering Karen and David. 

He swallowed his anger and went for a walk but ended up at your cell. He grabbed a few of your personal items, like the book you always said you were reading but never seemed to finish, your water bottle, and even double-backed to grab your bow and arrow because it would make you laugh when you woke up. Then he returned to your quarantine cell and waited for you to wake. 

When he noticed you were starting to wake up, he grabbed the metal chair Hershel had left and sat down next to the cot. Slowly your eyes opened, and he watched you look around before focusing on him. 

“That would’ve been one hell of a way to die,” You croaked out. Your voice was hoarse and full of exhaustion. 

But your first words were a joke, and Daryl shook his head in relief. “Nah, wouldn’ have been cool at all,”

You sighed heavily and tried to look around. “How is everybody?”

“They’re fine… you?” He asked. 

You shrugged your shoulders and pulled the scratchy blanket up. “Tired, but okay.”

“You should sleep some ‘ore. You nearly died last night.” Daryl said, chewing on his thumbnail. The image of you choking to death was still fresh on his mind, and even though he had tried to clean the blood off your face, it still lingered. 

“Normally, I would argue, but I’m so tired,” You said. “Where’s Tora?”

“With Carl in the office building. He got her, don’ you worry.”

You smiled up at Daryl tiredly, “I wasn’t worried,” You took a tired glance around the room and tried to laugh when you saw the bow and arrow in the corner, but it came out in coughs. “You brought my bow,”

“Figured you might miss seein’ it around since you never use it anyway,”

But you were too far gone to respond, and Daryl watched as you started to fall back asleep. Your hand unclenched around the blanket, and your mouth parted, breaths deepening. You were asleep. He sighed happily. Sleeping meant you were healing. Soon you’d be out of the cell block and back home in yours, and things would be okay again. He would make sure something like this never happened again. 

Daryl slowly reached out to you, running his fingers along the curve of your cheek. He had no idea how someone he’s only known for a few months managed to creep her way into his heart. He cared about you deeply; you were his best friend. He honestly didn’t know how much he cared about you. He knew it ran deep, and he didn’t have the words to explain it. 

“Daryl,” 

He jumped at the sound of his name and turned back to see Rick. With flushed cheeks, he followed Rick out of the cell block. They had plans to tell Tyreese about what happened with Carol and how Rick had handled it. Daryl was a bit nervous about how it would go--especially after the last time that they had any type of discussion. 

But when they reached Tyreese, they followed him into the tombs, and he showed them a rabbit pinned to a board and picked apart. Daryl was still trying to understand what happened when a loud explosion happened, and the prison shook. 

***

You didn’t wake up when the first explosion sounded. You were too far gone in your slumber to notice that at all. It wasn’t until your shoulder shook ferociously that you were pulled from sleep and your eyes shot open. 

You could smell the fire in the air, gunshots echoing outside, and the sound of people screaming. You felt like you were in a nightmare. 

“(Y/N), wake up!” 

When you came to, Lizzie was standing above you. Her eyes were frightful, and she was a few seconds away from crying. “What’s going on?” You asked. 

“Someone attacked us. We have to go now.” She said. 

The young girl helped you to your feet, and you looked around the room, grabbing your weapons and layering on them. You paused at the bow and arrow before stringing it over your shoulders. Your hands were shaking as you tried to think where your family was. But with the chaos, they could be anywhere. 

Lizzie grabbed your hand and helped you walk the few steps it took you to balance out, and despite the lingering sickness, you were steady. You led the way out of the cell block and into the courtyard, where a full-on warzone was taking place. 

“Over there!” Lizzie yelled suddenly, pointing to where Mika and a few other children were running. “We followed the plan but I went back for you.” 

You wanted to cry with relief when you saw one of the kids carrying Tora, who looked absolutely frightened. She had been with Judith in the office buildings, and of course, the kids wouldn’t have left them behind.

“Okay, let’s go,” You said, ushering the young girl forward. You took a second to look around, but you couldn’t see anyone. You could hear gunshots, though. They were close. You told the kids to stay where they were and followed the gunshots, watching as a few people cornered Tyreese. You were just about to launch your attack when Lizzie stepped before you, pulling the trigger and killing the people. 

You and Tyreese stared at each other momentarily before Lizzie took off. 

“They have Judith. We need to get them out of here,” You said, looking around. “Have you seen Maggie or Beth? Uncle Hershel?”

Tyreese shook his head, and you didn’t need to exchange other words. You both turned back to where Lizzie and the other kids were, but only Lizzie and Mika were. Both Tora and Judith were still there. You scooped up your cat and shoved her into Lizzie’s arms, taking her gun while Tyreese grabbed the baby. 

“Daryl? Did Daryl get out?” You asked as you and Tyreese led the girls to the other side of the courtyard. 

“We were shooting at them,” Tyreese said, checking back to ensure the girls followed. “I got cornered, and that’s when you came up. I don’t know. Did you see Sasha?”

You shook your head and ran through the broken fence. You weren’t sure how it was broken on this side, but you didn’t question it. You had to get them out of here, and you had to protect them. 

***

The four of you had been walking for what seemed like hours when you finally stopped. With barely any supplies, you knew you needed to regroup. They had managed to grab Judith’s go bag, and at least they didn’t have to worry about her. But it was everyone else you had to worry about. 

Dusk was nearly settled, and it would be dark soon. You were thankful it was still summer, and you wouldn’t have to worry about cold temperatures. 

Lizzie and Mika were exhausted and collapsed as soon as you found a spot to settle in. Tyreese laid out Judith and worked on starting a fire. You checked the area to make sure it was okay and finally took a deep breath. 

“I’m going to go out a little bit. Try and see what I can see,” You told Tyreese, fiddling with the string of your bow. “We barely got any weapons and I wanna see if I can catch us something to eat.”

Tyreese looked at the girls and then you, “Don’t go far. Shouting distance.”

You nodded and then set out, whistling for Tora. You could use her senses in the dark, and hopefully, she’d be able to catch something for you. 

***

An hour later, you were sitting by the fire, eating the last few bites of an owl you managed to bring down. Tora sat between your legs, purring loudly while munching on a few bites. Both the girls were eating with tired eyes, and Tyreese was feeding Judith. 

The fire was getting low, and you both decided to let it die. After having dinner and boiling some water you found at a nearby creak, there was no other use. 

Another twenty minutes later, the girls seemed to have fallen asleep, and you were leaning against a fallen tree, holding a sleeping baby. Tyreese was discarding the animal bones and checking around again. 

You sat in the dark, silent, and watched the last remaining fire embers go out. When they finally did, your breath shook, and you felt tears prick your eyes. You couldn’t stop them from falling, and you bit down on your free hand to keep yourself from sobbing. 

Tyreese came into view and hesitated when he saw you crying. But he walked over and sat down, taking Judith from your arms and bringing you under an arm. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” He told you quietly. 

That only made you cry harder, and you hid by his side, trying not to wake the girls as you mourned everything you lost. Your mind raced with images of your family, of your friends, and of your precious life. Maggie, Beth, and Uncle Hershel were all lost. You had no idea how even to begin looking for them. The prison was so overrun that you couldn’t look for a roaming body. And Carl, Rick, and Michonne… Carol and Sasha. They were all gone. 

But somehow, Daryl’s face was the one that kept reappearing in your mind, and it made an unfathomable amount of pain and panic rise in your chest until it bubbled over and strangled the breath out of you. You didn’t know if he was alive or not, and you would never know. You could barely remember the feverish conversation you had with him this morning, and your last memory of them was that look of panic when he realized you were sick. 

Tyreese gripped your shoulder and held you tightly, offering comfort in a way that you so desperately needed. You tried your hardest to stay quiet for the girls. Not that it mattered; too soon, walkers could be heard, and you woke the girls, scooped up Tora, and were on the run again.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

[wooahaes]

you’re my savior (and it’s a pleasure)

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan/vernon & gn!reader, background non-idol!dino x gn!reader

prompt: ive never seen an episode of ITS but ive seen that gifsest of seungkwan + vernon being scared of a moth. relatable tbh but also i could save them bc its a moth... i will gently trap it and release it outside

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: moths & bad writing. also maybe excessive profanity? idk its more than usual. intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: i forgot about this tbh. honestly u could also potentially interpret this as a poly relationship if u want. im not even gonna tag anyone on this one, its just silly silly bad writing i finished up after having to catch and free a moth from inside my own house.

anyway google play savior by shinee--

this was probably the worst moment in seungkwan’s entire life.

all he meant to do was come back inside to get utensils for the four of you. this was meant to be a small trip between the four of you out of the city, and yet he was pretty positive he might die if that fucking moth moved. he had backed up, shoulder bumping into the edge of the door. he let out a gasp of pain, carefully keeping his attention pinned to the huge moth that had been sitting across the room.

he sat there for a moment, watching it carefully. if he moved, it might move. all he wanted was to get utensils, and he knew the three of you were sitting outside waiting on him...

“dude--”

seungkwan let out a yelp as he turned, immediately shoving vernon when he laughed. “it’s not funny! there’s a moth!”

“dude, it’s just a moth--” vernon leaned in, looking to where seungkwan was pointing. “oh, shit, that thing’s huge.”

“i know!” seungkwan pouted, tucking himself closer to the wall again. “kill it.”

“dude, i’m not gonna kill it.”

“someone has to get rid of it and i can’t do it!” seungkwan pouted, slowly moving so that he could hide behind vernon. “the window’s open! it should just go out!”

the moth, clearly with an agenda, took off from the coffee machine toward one of the overhead lights. seungkwan immediately took off with another scream, vernon following closely behind as they looked back into the kitchen. seungkwan pressed his hands onto the dinner table, letting out a sigh as he looked back inside with a frown.

“it’s huge,” seungkwan mumbled. “what are we gonna do?”

vernon had drifted away, heading back to the open doorway to see where the moth had landed. it’d continued flying around one of the hanging lights, landing and flying over and over. “you could just... go for it. it probably won’t kill you.”

“probably?!”

“it’s a moth,” he shrugged. “just grab the utensils and my drink and come back--”

“then you go!”

the pair slowly edged their way back toward the open door, seungkwan trying to locate the moth again. vernon continued toward the fridge, glancing around as he went to grab his drink. he watched where seungkwan was making his way toward a drawer, and slowly made his way over to him.

and then the moth flew in again, and both screamed before booking it back out of the room. the two regrouped again outside the kitchen, watching inside as the moth continued its reign of terror.

“we need the utensils.”

vernon had nodded along, watching. “right.”

“so...” seungkwan looked back toward the door outside, where he could see you and chan idly talking (flirting, he and vernon both think, but he was doing badly at it--not that you’d think the same because you laughed anyway). you were leaning toward him with this sappy look on your face, only to laugh again at something chan must have said.

flirt later. save them from moth now.

immediately, the two of you looked up when both of them yelled for chan. the two of you shared a confused glance, and chan rose to come to them--telling you to stay behind. yet you followed after him a moment later, the concern too clear on your face that something was wrong.

“there’s a moth,” seungkwan said, “go get it.”

chan looked between the two of them, “you’re... stuck out here because of a moth.”

“dude. we might literally have mothman spawn in there,” vernon said with a nod back toward the kitchen. “it’s big.”

with a roll of his eyes, chan turned back to you. “i’ll take care of it,” he said, before heading into the kitchen.

the three of you came to the edge of the doorway, watching as chan grabbed the shopping list from earlier and began to slowly make his way around the kitchen in search of it. he turned back to the rest of you, raising his brows as he gestured a little around the room. where the hell is it?

he waved an arm around to see if the motion would spook the moth out of hiding. when it did nothing, he sighed, throwing his hands up, “it must have left--”

the moth, clearly with its own motives, bolted from the lamp it’d been perched on. chan let out a yelp, immediately bolting out of the kitchen and into vernon as he looked back inside.

“what the fuck is wrong with that thing?!” he held onto vernon’s shoulders, using him as his own shield, “it’s fucking huge!”

you rolled your eyes. “oh my god. i hate all of you,” you stole the paper from chan, heading into the kitchen. you had narrowly missed seungkwan reaching for the back of your shirt to stop you, ready to throw in the towel and just leave it for the night. maybe it would just fly out during the night if you all left it alone.

they watched the way you walked into the kitchen, shoulders back in confidence as you found a dry glass from the rack next to the sink. you looked around, scanning to see where it had landed this time, only to see it was tucked close to the wall near another lamp. wordlessly, you inched closer and closer to it, encasing it in the glass quickly. slipping the paper between the glass and the wall, you carefully pulled it back to reveal you had successfully trapped the moth. inching toward the window, you nodded for one of them to come over to it with you. chan shoved vernon forward, and soon enough he was by your side, one hand on the window in order to close it as soon as possible.

you lifted the glass, the moth took off outside, and the window was slammed shut. easy as could be.

you sighed, setting aside the glass. “it’s not that hard--”

only to get cut off by seungkwan tackling you, arms wrapping around you tight. “thank you,” he mumbled over and over. “if it wasn’t so big, i could have done that--���

“don’t lie to them,” chan rolled his eyes. “you would have shut the kitchen doors and let it have the house if it wanted.”

“it’s a moth!” seungkwan countered.

you pulled yourself free from seungkwan, heading over to the utensils drawer. “all of you,” you said, pointing chopsticks at them, “are going on a dessert run after this.”

for you? they’d go anywhere if you’d continue to be the one saving them from huge moths.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #dino x reader

[itjazzbicch]

The Charming Hex

Pairing:  Grayson Waller x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is very shy going to her first real party at a resort with her best friend Indi, with all of their fellow members of NXT being there. After getting a drink alone to help die down some anxiety after locking eyes with Grayson Waller, she ends up learning that she likes him afterall, not letting anyone ruin their night..

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, unprotected sex, throatpie)

(Also! My first time writing for him! I'm just now getting back into NXT and I really like him so, I hope I did well!)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 2.8k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Indi insisted, holding the door for me, “You look beautiful as always!”

I always got nervous in social settings and being in this bikini with damn near everyone we knew at work partying like animals at the pool? Nervous wasn’t the word.

Indi came storming back over, taking my sun gown and tossing it, “First, it’s too hot for that and second, you’re even hotter. Let’s go have some fun. Please?”

She was the greatest friend, always knowing how to put a smile on my face, making me giggle when she tapped my butt and I finally gave in:

“Okay. I’m keeping my sunglasses though.”

“Perfectly fine,” She smiled, taking my hand and skipping down to the party.

Finally going and seeing it all for myself proved that this had to have been the biggest party I’ve been too. Spring break was really no joke.

The pool was full of guys being goofs and flipping inside, cold drinks via a loaded bar, sun blinding me even with sunglasses on.

“Hey Indi,” I anxious stepped closer, “Just want to find some chairs and tan a little?”

“Sure, love,” She agreed, noticing how I felt and found us some chairs not too far off from the pool, throwing our towels over them.

Getting to sit back and soak up the sun, soak up the atmosphere around me truly helped. I could feel myself breaking in, attention being diverted to the party when a beach ball landed perfectly in my lap.

“Sorry about that!” Zoey yelled from the pull, waving her hand up.

“All good!” I smiled, tossing back the ball so they could continue and when I sat back slowly in my chair, something caught my eye.

A long but muscular frame, perfect biceps highlighted by the sun shining against wet skin, gold chain glistening and a great compliment to those gorgeous blue eyes, a smile so fine it should be sinful; especially considering it was Grayson Waller, timing as if it stopped when his gaze locked into my eyes, even through my sunglasses.

“Earth to Y/N!” Indi shook me and made me realize that I was frozen in place, completely deaf to her voice.

I jumped, sliding up my sunglasses, trying to play it off, “Yeah?”

“Wanna come play ball?” Zoey was next to her, smiling, “You two need to have some fun already!”

“Yeah, come on!” Indi agreed, jumping out of her seat, but after what I just saw, I needed a moment, offering:

“You guys play around while I go get a drink first? The heat’s starting to get to me.”

“You know where we’ll be!” Zoey ran off back to the pool with Indi, jumping right in while I took myself to the bar.

Deep breaths while I took slow steps, telling myself that Grayson only looked at me by coincidence. Besides, if Indi saw me locking eyes with him, she’d kill us both maybe. The bar was a little crowded when I slipped in, waiting patiently for the bartender to come around, till I felt someone pushing up against me.

“Whoops,” My eyes followed the giggle that I heard above me, finding that same charming smile from earlier, “Didn’t see ya there, short stuff.”

“It’s,” I swallowed a lump of nervousness, “It’s okay.”

Was my anxiety that noticeable? Because even he noticed, but unlike me, he wasn’t afraid, leaning down with his arm around my shoulder:

“And don’t worry, I don’t bite. Unless ya into that kind of stuff.”

There was something about him that gave me butterflies, giggles trying to ease them, but his smile only intensified it:

“What do ya want to drink? On me.”

God, his accent really topped the cake, but I shook my head softly: “I was only going to get a margarita. Don’t sw-“

Before I could even finish my sentence, he was whistling at the bartender, “Two margaritas over this way, lad!”

No one ever put a smile on my face like he did. I never talked to guys much, but him? He could change that, a magnetism between us that was unexpectedly strong.

“Can’t even let me finish?” I teased, unable to stop smiling; Grayson noticing:

“Ya don’t party much, huh? I can tell no one’s ever bought ya a drink.”

“Parties aren’t really my scene,” I admitted, looking him up and down, then locking gazes, “But I think I may come around more often.”

Everything came to a sudden halt. I had to have been under a spell because I had no intentions of saying such a thing. The gears just started turning and he made them turn more when he smiled back:

“Remind me to come along.”

Hopeful that my smile would hide the anxiety, I was trying to process everything. Typically at NXT, he was basically a douchebag, but here with me? He was truly that charming or he put some kind of hex on me.

“Two margaritas,” The bartender smiled, setting them in front of us.

“Cheers?” His eyebrow cocked, raising up his glass, smiling bright when I raised mine, clanking our glasses:

“Cheers.”

We stayed at the bar, talking and goofing around while drinking, getting a second round, and when we got to the third, the bar was even more crowded. Grayson didn’t have a seat to begin with and so, he stood behind me, arms next to mine on the bar.

“Don’t want ya getting squashed in here, short stuff,” He chuckled, whistling to the bartender one more time, then leaning down to smile at me, “One more round?”

“Let’s do it,” I smiled back, the liquor making my cheeks heat up, feeling like I was on fire when he kissed my cheek, cheering:

“That’s what I love to hear.”

My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest, trying to distract myself by listening to the music, naturally swaying my hips, not noticing at first how I was brushing against him; not till I felt his hand cover my hip, pulling me back against him and swaying along. I looked back and up to him with a blushy smile, about melting as his he whispered my ear, hips still swirling:

“Ya know how to move those hips too? I need to learn more about ya.”

“Be my guest,” I smirked, tired of being afraid and rubbing against his growing bulge, “I could learn more about you too.”

“I’d say I have room for one more upstairs,” His eyebrows wiggled, glancing to our drinks being served, “Wanna down these and come along?”

His hand was squeezing all over my hip, down into my thigh, having me bite my lip while nodding, ready to chug that drink just to get out of there, till a ball flew around and hit him in the back of the head.

“Aye!” He turned yelling, slapping the ball back into the crowd, “Watch where the hell ya throwin’ that damn thing!”

I didn’t mean to laugh, but I couldn’t help it while taking a sip of my drink, downing it hard when he tapped my ass softly, playing:

“What are ya laughing at?”

“I’m sorry! It was funny!” I laughed, gaze turning serious though when he picked up his drink and finished it in about three gulps, growling playfully:

“Ya in for it, now.”

“Oh yeah?” I did the same, throwing my head back and finishing my drink in three gulps, wiping my mouth softly, “Let me go grab my stuff.”

“I’ll be by the door,” He wink, heading off and I went the opposite direction, going to my chair and getting my towel and bag with my phone, ready to go till I heard:

“What the hell, Y/N!”

Indi was pissed, scoffing at me more: “What happened to come and playing ball?”

“Sorry! I just had a drink and it lead to another,” I began to ramble, “Then a BUNCH of people came over and we all just started bullshitting.”

“Oh, is that right?” Indi threw her hands on her hips, clearly pissed, “Then why did a BUNCH of people tell me that ya were over there flirting with Grayson?”

I froze with a heaving chest, in disbelief that I was so distracted with Grayson, I had no clue other people were watching us in shock, just to run off and tell Indi.

“How many drinks did ya have that would make you flirt with that douche?!” She spat, throwing her hands up in frustration.

As much as she wouldn’t believe it, it was hard for me to believe too, but I couldn’t help the way I felt, the feelings I kept getting every time I looked into his eyes or heard his voice.

“You know what Indi, the one time I actually come and party-“ I was ready to start yelling back, but I knew with high emotions, this liquor in my system, it wouldn’t end well; grabbing my phone and leaving our bag, “I’m not doing this!”

I stormed off with a strut, making my way back inside to find Grayson, just like he said, a smile on his face at first till he noticed how pissed off I was.

“Hey, Y/N-“ He hurried to take my hand, looking to see if anyone was around then pulling me into the stairwell, “What happened? Ya look like ya wanna take someone’s head off.”

“People just really make me angry sometimes,” I huffed, taking a deep breath while he was thinking then he whispered:

“I did see Indi marching ya way.”

I just looked into his eyes, sure my look explained it all, and it did when he reconfirmed:

“Let me guess, someone told her about us just having a fun time?”

“Yeah, and she’s livid,” I sighed, holding my head, “God forbid people just mind their own business.”

“No kiddin’, but aye,” He smiled, pulling my hand softly and holding it, “Ya were having a fun time right?”

I simply nodded, getting that smile from earlier back when he pulled me a little closer, tilting my head up and kissing me softly. There was a slight swirl in my head, feeling his smile against mine, truly feeling a hex that was way too damn good, wanting so much more, air stuck in my chest when his tongue slipped in a little.

“Let’s keep having fun,” He kissed once more, “Fuck what people think.”

“Amen to that,” I chuckled softly, returning that kiss.

“And we ain’t got a far trip so,” He laughed, throwing me over his shoulder, running up the stairs to the second floor, keeping me laughing the whole time when he kicked the door open, sending me squealing and tossing me on the bed.

I knew I was really in for it like he said earlier, seeing such a sexy but devilish smirk that knocked the wind out of me along with a hard, tongueful kiss, crawling on top of me and letting me feel how hard he was with a slow grind.

Beginning to kiss at my neck, two fingers toyed at my top strap, seeing the thin tan like, looking up to me when he cupped my breast softly.

“What? Afraid to take it off?” I began to untie the strings around my neck, really firing him up as he laughed:

“Afraid?!”

His hands went right after the second set, tossing my top and mouth immediately latching to my breast, sucking my nipple hard, nibbling softly before flicking at it; his hands still working and untying my bottoms.

“Should’ve known I’d be getting ya naked the second ya were rubbing on me like that,” His fingers ran through my folds and slick, not even me noticing how immense the heat between my legs were, cunt soaked already, hips jerking at his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“I know,” I hummed, a hand running through his hair when he bit at my breast, leaving marks, “That’s why I kept doing it.”

He breathed out a chuckle, keeping his bite and letting a digit slip into me, pumping slow then finding my sweet spot, curling up and nudging it quickly, noticing while looking at his bite mark:

“Ya are into that after all.”

“Fuck,” I whimpered softly, nodding as a response, grinding my hips toward his hand which made him slip in another digit, biting up to my neck and kissing:

“And I’m about to be inside something.”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” I kissed back, looking down as he kicked off his trunks, kneeling between my legs holding himself, flaunting his size:

“Think ya can take all of this?”

“Won’t know unless we try,” I blew a kiss, grinding against him, making it slow when I brushed against his tip and he grew impatient again, gripping my thigh hard while positioning himself, pushing in and giving inch after inch, watching to see my reaction, having me gasp:

“Holy hell.”

“Because that makes sense,” He laughed, biting his lip then slamming his hips into mine, earning an even bigger gasp and sharp moan, closing my eyes tight and pushing my head back into the mattress.

“Keep fucking me like that,” I moaned, rolling my hips softly and moaning harder when I felt all of cock, as deep as possible, “That’s so fucking good.”

“I don’t even think I’ve heard ya swear,” He recalled, giving me exactly what I wanted, bottoming me out with quick thrusts, smiling, “A naughty girl, aren’t ya?”

“You’re about to find out,” My body got this sudden burst of energy, making him smile more when I shot up, latching around his neck and hanging on, rolling my hips fast, bouncing on all of his cock as he settled back on his heels.

“Ya sure are,” He looked down, having to watch how I bounced and took all of him, two handfuls of my ass and squeezing hard while I pulled him by the chain, kissing him hard, following down his jawline and returning some of those bites along his neck, making sure my hips didn’t slow down for even a second.

“There’s something about you that just makes me wanna go crazy,” I admitted, purring in his ear with some moans, “Think I know why now.”

“Because I’m that damn good,” He smiled proudly, thrusting his hips up to make his cock shoot even deeper, body jumping a little at the jolting feeling.

It immediately made my walls clench hard and he sure felt it, making sure he did it again, and again; faster and faster, sending my head back with nasty moans, both hands around his neck and holding on for dear life, crying out:

“Grayson! Fuck, that’s gonna-“

“Ready to cum?” He held my head up to stare into his eyes, wanting to hear me say it.

“Yeah!” I whined, making myself bounce along a little harder, “I’m about cum!”

He knew exactly how to push me over the edge, my head falling back again when he took a bite at it, spanking my ass hard, and pushing me down on his cock, making his thrusts even stronger, the fast pace having all the pressure smack my clit too, friction nearly unbreakable when I started crying out his name, overtaken by my orgasm, a wet mess all over us.

“Holy hell,” He unintentionally mocked, resting me down and spreading my legs to get a view, pushing in deep one last time as his cock started throbbing, and I took the opportunity to really show him the other side of me.

Rolling onto my knees, I fixed myself right in front of him on all fours, perking up my backside, lustful eyes looking up through my eyelashes, loving his reaction, jaw dropping a little with a gasp when my lips closed around the tip of his cock, slowly taking all of him down to the back of my throat.

A few bobs of my head made him throb even harder, both his hands on the back of my head, gripping at my hair and keeping my head at his lower core, cock throat deep and throbbing harder than before, humming at the feeling of his warmth flooding my throat, trying not to let him notice how it had me choking a little, feeling some ooze out.

“Y/N, my sweet girl,” He panted with a smile, hand sliding down my back and spanking me again, “Really are a naughty one.”

I batted my eyelashes with a smirk, feeling his seed trickling down then swallowing when he sat back and released himself, finger slowly taking the small bit from my chin and sucking it clean.

“You wanted to learn more about me,” I purred, “There’s one thing.”

He agreed with a nod, tilting my head up and kissing softly, “And we’re not done, either.”

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8. In The Stars

Summary: “I know that gods roam the earth because I used to walk with them”, Haneul is an immortal being with powers that most humans would kill for. When Haneul gambles with the gods, she loses her powers and without her powers she’s cursed to die by the next full moon. She hurries to get her powers back with the help from the last person Haneul wants to be around: a demon.

Pairing: Demon!Hongjoong X Fem!O/c

Word count: 3,434

Warnings: mythical creatures, mentions of getting cursed, spiritual messages, mentions of religions, cussing, allusions to smut, mentions of loss of blood and drinking blood, mentions of possession, mentions of magic usage, mentions of death, death, violence, drinking, gambling, other idols are mentioned, pet names (darling, babe, baby, my dear), deals, misogyny, mentions of illness and postpartum depression.

Author’s Note: hey I’m back, finally! These past few weeks have been so hectic for me and I haven’t been able to write, but now I’ve finally had the chance. It’s gonna be kind of a slow start for me but thank you for waiting :)

The heavens didn’t just contain the Gods and Goddesses but also the stars and constellations. Those constellations held storied about the world Haneul knew and every night she found herself stargazing. Watching the constellations change and move through the sky always calmed the woman when the nights became restless.

The day slowly turned into night, Haneul stayed put in her spot listening to the sounds of nature and the babbling brook as she stared up into the sky. Her hand reached up towards the sky as if she just reached high enough she would be able to touch the stars. They twinkled in the sky as if they were responding to Haneul’s touch, it seemed like they were laughing and waving back to the girl. The star shone their light down onto the clearing, illuminating the clearing just enough for the girl.

“What are you doing here, my lady?” The voice startled Haneul

The girl jumped and gasped, looking over at the person who was there with her. Jongho walked into the starlight smiling at the woman who was still reeling from the scare. A small smile covered her face as a laugh escaped her lips.

“Don’t scare me like that Young Master.” She answered

He laughed as well. “I didn’t mean to startle you my lady, I was just wondering what you were doing out here so late.”

Haneul met the man in the middle of the clearing, trying to hide her smile. The Young Master smiled back down at her, before she looked up at the sky. The stars twinkling brightly in the sky as if they were telling Haneul something. Jongho smiled watching as she watched the sky with her mouth agape.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked breathily, off almost in a dream

“They are, just like someone I know.” He said and Haneul giggled pulling him onto to the rock she had been on

A small blanket was laid on the ground, and Haneul sat motioning for Jongho to sit as well. They both sat there, Jongho looked over at the woman and Haneul stared up at the sky holding her hand up and started tracing the constellation.

“What are you doing.”

“Some people say that the stars are gods, or myths. Like that one-“ Haneul said pointing over to a constellation, she started at three stars close to each other. “That is Orion the Hunter, the Hunter that was killed by a Scorpion and put into the stars.”

Jongho looked up at where she was pointing, following her fingers as she traced lines. She moved her fingers up and down then to the sides tracing the lines of what looked like a man holding a bow. Her hand moved across the sky before tracing out another constellation.

“That is Leo, the lion Hercules killed during his Twelve Labors.” Haneul explains, the more Jongho stared up at the star the more and less he could see what she was talking about. “And where did you get this from?”

Haneul shrugged her shoulders, “the travelers.”

“You really listen to those people?” Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at Haneul. The woman looked over smiling. “They came all this way, why shouldn’t I? They bring wonderful stories about the world.”

“Really? Like what stories?”

“Of the guiding star and of the men of myths. Most of these constellations come from one story, Hercules and his Twelve Labors. These stories are amazing, why shouldn’t I listen to them?”

Jongho laughed, “I’ve never met anyone like you Haneul.”

“That’s because I’m from the stars.”

The two laughed as Haneul rested her head on Jongho’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and took in a breath not wanting to forget this moment.

“Jongho.” She mumbled out in her sleep, resting her head on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

The man groaned and pushed Haneul more onto his back. Hongjoong had offered to give her a piggyback and Haneul had fallen asleep almost immediately. The alcohol had caught up to her and the woman was barely able to stand let alone walk to her apartment.

“The stars.” She kept on mumbling, as she snuggled into him. “Are beautiful.”

“They are.” Hongjoong replied to her rambling as he slowly walked down the street. Haneul moved, her hands wrapped around his neck and held on tightly. “Don’t leave me.”

The Demon stopped almost frozen in his tracks, Haneul’s arm held on harder. Hongjoong looked over at his shoulder to see if she was still asleep and even though she was, a smile covered Hongjoong’s face.

“I won’t.” He answered and started walking again, finally making it to her apartment building

He slowly walked out of the elevator, shushing the woman as she groaned. he waved his hand in front of Haneul’s door, it opened and the lights turned on. Hongjoong walked into her apartment, making his way to her bed and slowly laying the sleeping woman down.

“Hongjoong.” She groaned calling out

“Shh, go to sleep.” He said back stroking Haneul’s head as he pulled the blanket over her

The Demon sat on the edge of the bed for a little bit, smiling at the sleeping woman before his phone started ringing. Hongjoong got up and walked into her kitchen leaning against the counter as he pulled his phone out, seeing the werewolf’s number.

“What’s up?” Hongjoong asked

San immediately asked, “did you find her?” Hongjoong smiled and nodded. “Yes I did, I’ll stay with her just in case.”

“How is she?”

“She’s okay, definitely gonna be hungover tomorrow. I think she’s taking it pretty hard.” Hongjoonng sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and San furrowed his eyebrows. “Why what happened?”

“She tried to drink Nectar.” San went quiet at Hongjoong’s words, he knew what that would bring. Human’s couldn’t drink Nectar, it was the food of the gods and one taste would make all human foods taste like sawdust.

Hongjoong had seen and heard stories of many of those who had died due to starvation. He’d have to keep a closer eye on Haneul but right now all he could do is wait.

“How’s it going with Wooyoung?” Hongjoong changed the subject and he smiled hearing the werewolf groan. “I feel like he’s just leading me on a wild goose chase.”

“I bet, Yeosang always told me that Goblins weren’t easy to work with.” Hongjoong said as he snapped his fingers and the light turned off

He walked around the kitchen island and up to the coach. The two hung up the phone soon after but Hongjoong couldn’t seem to fall asleep, his mind seemed to wander back to the woman. His body moved and pulled him up from the coach, his feet shuffled back to the bed and he sat down right there. Only then did his mind calm down, and his eyes closed, drifting off to sleep.

The bright light sent Haneul’s head into a constant pounding pain. She let out a groan and tried shutting her eyes tightly to keep out the light out. The smell of food confused Haneul, she was sure that she hadn’t cooked last night and if she did Haneul was sure that it wouldn’t smell this good. The girl opened her eyes, groaning at the light that seemed blinding. She looked out into the kitchen to see the Demon hard at work making breakfast but then threw the blanket over her head and groaned. She didn’t want to wake up, her head hurt too much.

Haneul groaned and turned under her covers, she didn’t feel good but wasn’t able to sleep. Haneul was stuck in a limbo state between being awake and asleep. It felt like the woman could sense everything, she heard every small movement out in the kitchen and even through her blanket she could still see the light.

Hongjoong finished what he was cooking, his eyes looked over at the bed and the Demon smiled seeing the girl hiding under the covers. He moved to the other side of the kitchen and pulled a glass and a bowl out of the cabinet before moving back to the pot of soup he had made, Hongjoon ladled some of the soup into the bowl before filling the glass with some cold water.

Hongjoong started moving, he turned and walked towards Haneul’s bedroom. He chuckled a bit seeing the pile of blankets that covered the hungover woman, some of her long hair spilled out onto her pillow. The Demon reached over and placed the water on the side table before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Haneul.” Hongjoong said softly, all he got in return was a muffled groan. “Could you pull back the blanket?”

“No, just leave me alone. I feel like death.” Haneul replied and pulled the blanket closer to her body. Hongjoong’s hand ran up her side before finding the edge of the blanket and pulling it just enough so that he could see her face.

Haneul’s eyes squinted at the light before looking at Hongjoong, she groaned and buried her head into the bed. “Well you need to eat something or you’ll feel like that for the rest of the day.”

The woman groaned again and pulled herself out of her blanket fort. Haneul pressed her back against the headboard and looked at Hongjoong, she yawned before she saw the bowl in his hand.

“What are you giving me now?” She asked suspiciously as Hongjoong stirred up the soup. “It’s hangover soup and there’s some water on your nightstand.”

She reached out and grabbed the bowl from his hands, Haneul was confused and a little suspicious of the Demon. He got up but motioned for her to drink the water. Haneul slowly picked up the glass and brought it to her lips, she took a small sip but Hongjoong reached forward and tipped the glass. He smiled and moved away when the glass was half empty, Haneul placed the water glass on her nightstand. It didn’t seem like Hongjoong had done anything to the water but he still was acting suspicious. Haneul didn’t remember much about last night but she remembered rejecting him so why then did he seem different.

Haneul had met many Demons and had succumbed to their tricks, and every time they acted the same. They acted sweet at first, whispered sweet nothings to the woman but when they had gotten what they wanted they treated her like nothing and left. Maybe it was because he couldn’t leave like they could and maybe he was bidding his time but no Demon would ever make hangover soup for some woman, Haneul gave a curious glance over at Hongjoong.

He was off in his own world as he diligently cleaned the kitchen, Haneul slowly brought a spoonful of the soup up to her mouth and the smell of it alone made her mouth water. The taste of it was amazing, the woman had never tasted anything as rich or as savory as this and she almost forgot that it was made by a Demon.

“I hope that helps with your head. You defiantly had an eventful night last night.” Hongjoong’s words brought memories to Haneul’s mind, the spoon clattered in the bowl and the woman gasped. “I’m so sorry about last night”

Hongjoong just laughed, “eat up, it’ll make you feel better.”

The woman felt her face heat up from embarrassment and she looked down as she scooped soup into her mouth. She hoped that Hongjoong would get distracted by something or that he wouldn’t talk anymore about last night. She finished the bowl of soup quicker than she expected and moved to pull off the covers, Haneul moved into the kitchen to clean her dish. She wasn’t looking at where she was going and almost ran into Hongjoong, he smiled and took the dish from her hands. Haneul stood there almost in a trance as she stared up at the Demon.

The woman looked away and cleared her throat finally turning around and headed back into her room, she pressed her hand against her cheeks. Haneul wasn’t sure why she was feeling so flustered around him, she didn’t like the man he was a Demon after all, Haneul fell onto her bed and shook her head. Just then she realized that her head felt clearer, and the lights didn’t seem to be absolutely blinding. Her head picked up as she looked back out into the kitchen, Hongjoong stood in the kitchen wiping the counters with a smirk on his face.

“What was in that soup?”

“My special blend of spices.”

Haneul giggled, and pushed up from her bed. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes before she headed towards the bathroom. Haneul pulled on her outfit, she had never seen these clothes before, she wore shirt with the planets on it and some jean shorts. When she left the bathroom, Hongjoong seemed to be waiting for her.

He looked suspicious as he asked. “Is there anything you wanted to do as a human?”

A smile covered her face, she had a whole list. “Where do I start?”

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Haneul stared out the window staring at the moving scenery. They had been driving for hours and Haneul had been staring out of the window like a puppy, excited about going to the park. Hongjoong had asked that simple question and Haneul had answered it almost immediately, that answer was that she wanted to go to the beach. So they got into the car and headed off to the beach. Of course Hongjoong could’ve teleported them but he wanted it to feel like a roadtrip, he wanted to fulfill Haneul’s fantasy about being human and so he would endure the entire trip there.

“Be careful, don’t slobber all over my window.” Hongjoong told the woman jokingly and Haneul pulled from the window and glared at the Demon who just laughed

The car finally pulled up to the beach, a few other cars were there but it was basically empty. Haneul threw open the door and jumped out, Hongjoong quickly got out and walked around the car meeting Haneul frozen in her spot. The woman stood there, her mouth hung open as she stared out at the sea. It had been thousands of years since the woman had seen the ocean and it was just as beautiful as she remembered, along with the salty smell.

“What are you waiting for?” Hongjoong said as he took a couple steps forward

She nodded and took a step before realizing, Haneul pouted as she looked down. “I forgot my swimsuit. maybe another day.”

“What are you talking about?” Haneul looked back up confused but she gasped as she saw Hongjoong who was now in some swim trunks. They were blue and covered in cute little sharks and on his nose sat some sunglasses. “Nice swimming suit.”

He smiled and turned back around, Haneul looked down and she found that instead of the t-shirt and jeans she was wearing, she had on a swim suit. the shorts were high waisted and a pretty shade of yellow, the top was ruffled and was covered with moons and suns and stars. Haneul smiled and reached up to touch her head, as she did she felt a large sun hat. On her arm was a bag full of stuff for the beach.

“Hongjoong you sly devil.” The woman chuckled and chased after him. Finally she caught up to him as Hongjoong stared out at the ocean.

She put down the bag and laid out the towels, Hongjoong looked back at Hnaeul as a smile crept onto his face. The Demon turned to her and opened his mouth.

“Race you to the water.”

“You’re going down.”

The two started running, Haneul laughed as she raced against Hongjoong. He looked over at her, his heart raced as he looked at Haneul. The Demon stopped as he reached the water, Haneul let out a groan reaching the water just a second too late. The woman pouted as Hongjoong boasted his win.

“Ooh too late. Maybe next time.” He scrunched up his nose

Haneul crossed her arms and started to turn around, Hongjoong continued to talk. A devilish idea crossed her head, the woman looked back at the distracted man and slowly leaned down. She dipped her hand into the slightly cold water before splashing Hongjoong. He immediately stopped feeling the cold water on his back and hearing the laughter of the woman behind him.

Hongjoong scoffed as he turned to face the woman. “That’s how you want to play?”

He slowly moved towards the girl as she continued to laugh and back away, she shook her head and chanted ‘no’ over and over again. He picked up his pace until he was chasing after Haneul, he finally caught her and scooped Haneul up into his arms. Haneul held onto him still laughing as she begged for him to put her down.

“Hongjoong please.”

“Please what?”

“Put me down.”

He walked farther into the ocean before smiling and throwing her into the sea. He watched as she disappeared under the waves before her head popped up, Haneul quickly stood and grabbed the Demon pulling him into the water. They laughed as their heads popped up out of the water. the two continued to have fun, running around and swimming in the water. Haneul forgot her worries and her dislike for the Demon.

Hongjoong had retired to the beach, laying on the towel as he watched Haneul as she swam in the ocean. She continued out farther, the waves crashed around her until she disappeared in one. Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed but when the wave dispersed and Haneul didn’t appear, he jumped up and ran forward into the ocean. He dove into a wave and started swimming towards the drowning girl.

He saw Haneul thrashing in the water before the water went calm, Hongjoong dove under the water and grabbed the sinking woman. She grabbed onto his shoulder as he turned and started kicking upwards, he broke the surface pulling Haneul’s head out of the water. She gasps and held onto Hongjoong, he swam towards the beach and helped her onto land.

He helped her sit on the towel. “Here sit down.”

Haneul nodded as she coughed and gasped, Hongjoong sat down next to her still worried as she coughed up water.

“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t swim?” Hongjoong’s voice was filled with worry, he snapped his fingers and another towel appeared. He slowly placed it over her shoulders as she shrugged. “I just forgot. It wasn’t a problem when I was immortal, if anything happened I could just snap my fingers.

Haneul looked off, she couldn’t look at the Demon. She hated not having her powers, being human was exhausting and it sucked. She brought her hand up to head and ran her hand through her wet tangled hair as she sighed.

“I miss my powers, I miss being immortal and not having to be scared about anything. I feel like I can’t do anything right and there are so many emotions I feel, everything hurts and I hate that I only have 26 days left.” Haneul paused as she placed with her fingers. Her mouth turned into a frown as she mumbled out the next part. “I wish I could Yeonjun again. I’d apologize to him and tell him that he was right for worrying about me.”

Hongjoong nodded as he scooted closer to the woman, he through his arm around the woman and rubbed her back. “But hey if you didn’t become human, you would never of had seen Yeosong’s woods or this beautiful sight.”

Haneul looked over her shoulder at Hongjoong, before he pointed out at the horizon. she smiled and nodded, he was right. Although being human was hard, Haneul had never seen the world like this. Somehow it seemed so brighter and just fantastic, scenes like this took Haneul’s breath away. Hongjoong had snapped for some change in clothes and some different items including blankets and some snacks. The sun began to set filling the sky with the most beautiful colors of pink and purple, and the stars began to poke out. They twinkled as if saying hi to the two and as the night got darker the stars started to tell them their stories.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haneul asked staring up at the stars. Hongjoong nodded and let out a hum of approval.

“Why do you care for me so much?”

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[bi-bard]

Would You? - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Would You?

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 928 words

Warning(s): Will's self-image problems

Summary: (Y/n) confronts Will about something very serious. More becomes realized than they thought possible.

Author's Note: This is such a self-indulgent fic.

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I don't remember when I first realized how I felt for Will.

I just kind of knew.

After he started working with Jack, I felt like we were just kind of drawn to each other. I was his first call when there was a question about a case. I had tried to protect him from all of it. It all just felt like it had fallen into place. Like we had found a dynamic that worked for us.

I had tried to respect every boundary he had. It wasn't my place to push him into something he wasn't ready for. But there was only so long I could sit in the unknown.

All I wanted was to know where I stood.

I walked into the lecture hall as the students walked out. I grinned and nodded at a few.

"How'd it go," I asked as I walked over to Will's desk.

"Fine," he replied. "They didn't clap this time, which was nice."

"You don't like when they applaud you?"

"Overwhelming," he explained. "It makes this feel like a performance instead of a lecture. Inappropriate."

I nodded, "I see."

We stood in silence for a moment as he packed his bag.

"Will, can we talk about something," I asked.

"What is it," he replied.

"Um, well," I very suddenly was regretting every decision that had led me to that moment. "It's about... us."

"Us?"

"Yeah," I nodded. I felt like I was going to vomit as I walked closer to the desk. "Do you like me, Will?"

"Have I given you the impression that I didn't," he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Not in general, Will," I muttered. "I meant... do you have feelings for me?"

He froze, looking up from his bag.

Will cleared his throat. He started muttering out some response. It was messy. It was not well put together. He didn't know what he was saying or what the right way to explain himself was. I couldn't tell what he was trying to say.

"Will," I cut him off.

He looked at me.

"If I asked you to kiss me, would you," I asked.

A yes or no question. Simple answer. No rambling required. No explanations. At least, that's what I thought.

Will walked out from around the desk. I leaned back against his desk when I saw that he was glaring at me. This was the one and only occasion where I had second-guessed my relationship with Will. He looked pissed at the mere suggestion. At the time, I didn't know why. I just saw the man I love glare at me as he stood in front of me. Our bodies almost touching as he just stood in silence.

"Why would you ask me that," Will replied after a minute. I didn't have a real answer beyond the obvious.

"Because I like you," I said slowly. "A lot. I have for a while, Will. I think you're amazing."

"And what happens when you leave?"

"When I leave," I asked, pushing at the use of that word.

"One day, I'll go too far," he explained. His hands touched the desk on either side of me. "Hurt you somehow. I'll get stuck in a killer's head, I'll wake up from a nightmare and hurt you, or I'll just end up becoming a burden."

I felt any response I had get stuck in my throat and die on my tongue. How do I pull someone away from that mindset? Who had convinced him that he was so broken that anyone would leave?

"I don't think I could ever see you as a burden," I said after a minute. "I trust you with my life, Will. No matter what."

He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.

I leaned toward him, stopping before my lips touched his, "Will?"

His eyes opened.

"Can I...?"

I waited for him to nod before I pressed my lips to him. My hands landed on his shoulders. His arms moved to pull me closer to him.

When I pulled back, he leaned forward, trying to follow me for a moment. His eyes opened after a moment. We were just looking at each other for a while. It was like we were trying to silently figure out where we stood.

"Give this a chance," I begged. "Please."

"Okay," he muttered. I started smiling.

"Really?"

"Yes," he grinned back. "Yeah, really."

I leaned in and kissed him again. It was quick. More of a peck than anything.

"You are an amazing man, Will Graham," I said.

He froze up for a moment. He looked away, chuckling and shaking his head.

"You are," I pushed. "And I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

He looked back at me.

"And because watching you blush is very cute."

He just stepped away from me and started walking to grab his bag, an amused grin on his face.

"I'm sorry, but it is," I explained as he started walking out of the room.

"Jack needs to talk to me-"

"You get this little grin-"

"I'm leaving-"

"And you chuckle and try to shrug it off-"

He stopped by the door, turning to face me, "Please stop."

"Absolutely not," I shook my head before leaning in and kissing him again.

I walked around him to head to Jack's office.

"How much trouble are you going to cause me," Will asked as he caught up with me.

"Oh, a healthy amount," I shrugged before smiling at him again.

He smiled back.

This was going to be good. I could feel it.

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[ultrastarbee]

Bee, you are really back?!!! AMAZING AND PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT about Bonten!Sanzu. He sees a clown working for a toy shop and the clown's makeup is just like his scars

I AM BACK! Slowly, but I am. I will be real: even if a big part of the fandom is absolutely hating Sanzu right now, I still like him. Send help please.

Title: Clown reader / The Juggler Request: yes 💚💛 Couple: Bonten!Sanzu x reader Category: funny Content Warning: none Word Count: 756 Summary: Bonten trio deciding if they need to kill a clown before Sanzu comes with a new idea A/N: this one went kinda shitty, but i did my best

CUPID IS A DUMB B! event

MASTERLIST ……. RULES ……. SERIES LIST

As our young cupid watches Sanzu walking down the street, he thinks to himself that this man is a fucking problem. There's no way he will allow love in his life if it's not for divine intervention, so he shot.

You work on a toy store and your boss promised you a pay rise if you worked as the shop attraction. At first it was a hero costume, but now is a clown. It's a clown, your boss said, because it draws more attention becuse of the colors. Yeah, it sure does. That will remember you to never trust an employer again. At least you have a coffee break to rest a little before coming back to be the main attraction.

"Is that a strawberry cupcake? I want two and a strong coffee, please" you order at the same bakery across the stret.

"The fuck you are doing, man?" Rindou follows Sanzu inside. The three man look like hell after a mission.

"Mikey wants dorayaki" Ran explains as the third man went straight to the counter. All your colours suddenly getting his attention "Hey, Sanzu, I found your sibling".

"I'm an only child" Sanzu is still looking the food before paying for it.

"But look, they look like you. Pink hair and all" Rindou points to your face as you sip your coffee.

"Are you kidding me?" Sanzu stops in front of you. Your wig is the exactly same colour as his hair, your clown makeup looks so much like the diamond scars on his cheeks and even the purple on your clothes match his "Who paid you to do it?"

You are really trying to keep your cool even if it's the most funny shit ever. You know that if you laugh, you are dead. These men can't be good thing. Two of them are laughing as hyenas and the third, well, your doppelganger is staring at you with a pissed look on his face.

"Must have been Kakucho. Hate that bitch".

"I work at the shop across the street".

"Across the street, you said?" Ran, the older one, stopped laughing "Then we should end you too?".

"What? Why? If you are pissed about my clothes you should just go see my boss. He is the real clown around. All his idea, I swear".

"Done that" Ran keeps going "but why the fuck do you look like Sanzu?".

"They don't look like me".

"Fuck, Sanzu, they got even the shoes right" Rindou points at your feet.

"It was a pleasure, gentlemen, but I need to go back to work now" trying to escape the three devils, you wonder why no one is as scared as you are. Maybe they all are, that's why no one can look at the trio.

"No, no, you stay quiet there" Sanzu makes you sit back "need to know if we need to finish you too".

"Why? Don't even know you".

"You see, your boss wasn't paying us the protection fee anymore. We can't have that, can we?" Ran starts to talk again "And we need the store as a facade".

"Stop telling them" Sanzu cuts the chat.

"They ain't gonna last anyway" Rindou shrugs taking one of your cupcakes.

"Wait, is my boss dead?"

"All the fuckers inside are dead now"

"I DON'T NEED TO BE A FUCKING CLOWN ANYMORE?" your loud voice makes people look at you.

"Switched priorities" Ran smirks at your energy. Just like a children out of punishment.

"Wait, who's gonna pay me for this shit now?"

"Don't worry, you are going to die anyway" Rindou cuts your happiness.

"I don't think so" Sanzu is looking at you with new plans "we need a new manager for the toy shop. Are you up for the job or rather die?"

"I'm up" of course you are.

"Why?" Rindou frowns.

"Bonten need the store for money laundering".

"Bonten? Like the Bonten? Nice"

"You didn't even knew?" Rindou still thinks they should kill you.

"You two can go ahead, I'm explaining y/n here the way we do business" Sanzu has his eyes on you hoping you will behave being one of Bonten's puppets.

"Why don't you take a coffee with me right now? I'm still on my break"

"My pleasure"

The cupid doesn't know how it went this way, but maybe it will be okay. Sanzu likes the way you talk about Bonten as it's a salvation from your minimum wage job. You may be a little nuts to think like that. If so, you both match.

#tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcannons #tokyorev #tokyo rev x reader #bee!writing #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #sanzu headcanons #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu imagines #sanzu haruchiyo #bonten sanzu #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x you #sanzu bonten #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo headcanons

[strawberrisoulmate]

Confrontation

repost of an old fic i wrote back in march of last year. i'm still super proud of it and wanted it on my new blog ♡ word count: ~5k ship: n/a (implied sigma x hannah) warnings: major spoilers for the ending of zero escape: virtue’s last reward. like. BIG SPOILERS. 

It had been a few hours since the conclusion of the Nonary Game. Everyone had made it to 9 points and escaped. But the joy and relief they’d felt upon opening the number 9 door was short-lived. Their delusional victory had been cut short, only to be met with a horrible truth about the world as they knew it. The deadly virus — Radical-6 — had spread across the entire world, causing what could only be described as the apocalypse. Complete and utter chaos filled the streets, piles of corpses around every turn, plant and animal life began to die out. 

Madness.

That’s what she thought when she heard it all. She didn’t believe it was possible for the world to just end like that. Last thing she remembered, she was on her way to school in a perfectly normal world. But to be told that the year was 2074, a full forty-five years after her last waking memory before she was brought to this place, it seemed impossible. 

But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, no matter how impossible it seemed, this was reality.

Now here she stood, in front of the closed door to the Director’s Office, fists gripping at her sleeves as she nervously bit her lip. Sigma, alongside Phi, had already left them all to travel back to the past in order to fulfill the mission set in stone by Zero Sr. and Akane Kurashiki. They’d said their bittersweet goodbyes, and as much as she knew why he had to go, it didn’t stop the tightening of her heart in her chest. Despite the plan being explained in great detail, and knowing full well that it had good intentions at its core, she couldn’t help but feel acrimonious to those who’d put them in this horrible situation. She blinked away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes and slowly raised her hand to the door.

The knock that followed was almost timid — more so than she’d intended. Her initial aim was to march straight into the office, stare Zero in the face, and demand to know why he had forced them all to suffer through this hell. Although she’d already received the basic explanation for why everyone had been brought to this facility, the answers had left her feeling unsatisfied, especially her own. Because of that, her resolve had solidified. She needed to hear it directly from Zero’s — from Sigma’s — mouth. 

The door opened silently, without waiting for a verbal cue from the other side allowing her to enter. But as she stepped inside, her eyes focused immediately onto the figure sitting alone at the desk. His back was turned to her, but she knew who he was. 

“Doctor Klim?”

The name felt foreign on her lips and addressing him as such made the hairs on her neck stand up. Even if this was Sigma, she knew that this wasn’t the same Sigma she’d gotten to know so well. Even if he shared the name, the Sigma sitting in front of her was virtually an entirely different person. 

The man’s position didn’t change when she entered the room, but he seemed to be listening, waiting for her to give her reason for wanting to speak with him. “Yes? What is it, Hannah?”

She frowned slightly when he didn’t stop his work to turn and look at her. His mannerisms felt cold and unfamiliar. “I… wanted to talk with you.” The hesitation was apparent in her voice, but even still, she continued nonetheless. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” the man replied. “You came to discuss the results of the Nonary Game, is that correct? What do you plan to do now that it has ended?”

Hannah paused. Her eyes fell to the ground and wandered off to the side. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” She sighed, bringing her hands together in front of her as she thought briefly about all of the events preceding the present moment. “I can’t go home, because there isn’t a home for me to go back to. The only thing I can do is stay here, but what’s the point in doing that? Am I just supposed to live here and be miserable for the rest of my life?” She felt the tears that she’d previously brushed away returning, stinging her eyes as she did her best to keep them from falling. 

“Why did you even bring me here in the first place?” the girl asked with a bite in her tone. “Almost everyone else has some important reason for being here, but why me? I’m not an esper with weird telepathic abilities. I’m not a part of some secret government organization. And I’m not a clone or a robot or whatever the fuck else!” Her attempt to hold back the tears had failed despite her best effort to hide them, and she felt her face grow hot. “I’m just… me. I’m just an art student trying to get by living on her own in a shitty apartment. I don’t have anything to do with the AB Project, or the Nonary Game, or Akane Kurashiki. So…” Her voice trailed off. “So… why…?”

There was a long silence. Hannah sniffled a bit, and quickly wiped her eyes, but even so, the tears kept coming no matter how much she tried to dry them. The doctor’s hand had stopped writing, but he remained quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he slowly placed his pen onto the desk and turned his chair towards her. She didn’t look up to meet his eyes, but his expression was grim and he appeared tired. His hands folded gingerly in his lap and he took a long, slow inhale before speaking. 

“I’m uncertain that the answer I can provide you will be satisfactory,” Zero began. “But in simplest terms, I can only say that I wished to protect you.”

The girl’s shoulders stiffened a bit. “Protect me?”

“You are correct that every person was brought here to serve a purpose. Of course, Phi and the younger version of myself were the main contenders of this project. Their involvement was inevitable. Clover and Tenmyouji were included because of their unique abilities as espers to access the fourth dimension. Alice, because of her connections to the SOIS and knowledge of how to deactivate the bombs placed by Dio. Dio, even if he was unaware, because of his involvement with Free the Soul and the facility attempting to shut down the AB Project. K — or Kyle, in this case — because I needed to make sure that someone would be able to take over my work in the event that something happened to me. And Luna, a GAULEM of my own creation, to observe the actions of the players and to steer them in the right direction. She was included to make sure the game ran smoothly. Every participant had a role to play.

“Now, you may have noticed that a couple participants were left out of my explanation. Quark, for instance, had no connection to the AB Project either, as you mentioned. Why was someone so young and innocent brought into such a cruel environment? Simple. He was brought along for Tenmyouji’s sake. And not only that, he volunteered to come willingly. If Quark had been abandoned on Earth, Tenmyouji certainly wouldn’t have been able to focus on the game. His judgment would have been clouded, and he wouldn’t have been in the proper mindset to play his role in the game. And that would have drastically skewed the results, don’t you think? Not only that, Quark would most likely have died, had he been left alone on a dying planet. He may have been taken into a shelter to protect him from the virus, but the odds would have been stacked against him. The likelihood he would’ve survived is close to zero. As such, he was brought alongside Tenmyouji, in order to increase the chance of success of the game, and in turn, the AB Project as a whole. Does that all make sense?”

Hannah had stood there silently, listening to him speak, but even after such a long-winded explanation, her question had yet to be answered. She understood all of what he’d said, but she still didn’t understand why she had also been included. “It makes sense, but you didn’t answer my question. That explains why Quark is here, and the others too, but you still haven’t told me why I’m here.”

“For the same reason.”

“What do you mean?”

Zero sighed and turned back to his desk, but he didn’t pick up the pen to continue his work. Instead, he gazed up at the wall in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. He opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it again. Hannah could see the wheels turning in his head, as if he were trying to come up with a better way of answering her in a manner she’d understand. After a few moments, he spoke.

“Do you remember what you were doing on December 25, 2028?”

The girl paused. “You mean the day I was kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

She frowned, thinking back to the day that started it all. “I was running late to class. I had stayed up late the night before, studying for a test, and I overslept. I finally made it to school, and was about to run to class, but I didn’t get the chance.” She remembered how terrified she’d been, and how she had tried to fight and scream for help, but to no avail. She had been knocked out with the white gas, just like the other participants, and when she woke up, she was in the AB Room. The memory still haunted her. 

“Correct. You were marked absent for that class, and nobody had heard from you for the rest of the day. Your parents called the school after you didn’t come home. It was Christmas, after all.”

Her lip curled and her eyebrows knitted together. “Did you— er… the other version of you, notice that I was gone from class that day?”

“Not in the moment, no,” he said frankly. “I must admit I wasn’t the most observant in my younger days.” He leaned back in his chair, keeping his gaze locked in front of him. “My past self realized it after the fact, but in retrospect, it was ultimately my fault that you were taken to begin with.”

“So then, what does that have to do with why I was forced to play the Nonary Game?”

“You were brought here for the same reason that Quark was. Quark needed to be here for Tenmyuoji’s sake, while you needed to be here for Sigma’s.” The man stopped for only a second before continuing. “Or, I suppose you could say it was for my younger self’s sake.”

“For your sake…?” Hannah could only stare at the old man, trying desperately to decipher what he was thinking or feeling. She was kidnapped and brought to this hellhole and forced to play a cruel death game… for Sigma? She couldn’t figure out what that was supposed to mean.

Zero turned to look back at her. “You still don’t understand? Sigma — my younger self — wouldn’t have been able to complete his mission without you here. You needed to be a part of the game in order for him to fully awaken his abilities and reach his full potential. It’s because of your presence in the game that he is able to jump through time as frequently, and as freely, as he can.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! Why would my being here affect his ability to travel through time? I don’t have anything to do with that, so why would I have changed anything?” the girl snapped at him. “Clearly, you knew he had the ability in the first place, right? So he would’ve figured it out just fine without me!”

“That isn’t true.”

“What?”

“You are correct that he has always had the potential to awaken this ability; I realized this over the course of my studies. With the help of Akane Kurashiki, I was able to fully research the power to jump through worlds and how I could use that ability to prevent the spread of Radical-6 and the antimatter explosions that would throw the Earth into chaos. I spent decades pouring myself into that research, so that I would be able to one day save the world. 

“But I realized something else during that time. Over the course of those forty-five years, as I got further and further into my research, I began to have visions of the past and of the future. Flashes of memories from timelines that I had not visited began to appear in my brain, and then disappear as quickly as they’d come. As I studied more, these short bursts of memories became more frequent and some were slightly more long-lasting than others. I had determined that these were glimpses of the different worlds that my younger self had traveled to. I made note of them whenever they appeared, writing down whatever information I could remember before the memory faded away. It wasn’t long before I began to notice a pattern.

“In many of the sporadic memories that surfaced, you were almost always present.”

Those words hit her like a truck. She wasn’t exactly sure why they made her chest feel so heavy, but Hannah couldn’t ignore the feeling of her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t even tell what emotion the feeling represented. Without waiting for her reaction, Zero continued. 

“I wondered, at first, what made you so important, and extended my research to finding out whatever I could about you. I speculated that you might’ve had a connection to the espers who’d participated in the past Nonary Games, or that you had been involved with the SOIS alongside Alice and were seeking to take down the Myrmidons. I sorted through every possibility of why you had shown up in all of my past self’s memories despite not having known much about you beforehand. It was odd. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find any important connections that would link you to the project in any way. From what I could tell, you were just an average college student, or you were when the two of us first met. As such, I brushed it aside and resumed the development of the AB Project. 

“The glimpses of other timelines continued as well, and I continued to make note of them. What intrigued me most was that, even though most of the memories I had received revolved around the Nonary Game and the future of the AB Project, there were few that didn’t seem to fit in anywhere with my plans. Visions of my life having taken a completely different path entirely, as if Radical-6 never existed. Memories from worlds where I had continued my college life, gotten married, and had children of my own. Memories that seem so foreign to me now after all these years, but even still, they were memories of a life that I never got to live.”

The old man stopped to exhale, an expression of what Hannah could only interpret as regret read in his eyes, even if the rest of his mannerisms seemed stoic. She debated if she should say something to prompt him to keep going, or if she should wait for him to continue on his own. She decided on the latter, although it didn’t take him long to recover.

“Regardless, it was at that point that I knew there had to be something important about you. And when I pieced together other fragments of memories I had received, I determined that it would be in my, or rather, his best interest to have you participate in the game. That was my reason.”

Hannah blinked. The sudden ending of his explanation gave her a sense of whiplash. After so much buildup, she’d expected more to the answer than just “you seemed important”. In a quiet voice, she asked, “That’s it?”

He raised an eyebrow at her question. “I feel that was a quite thorough explanation, wasn’t it?” The man sighed, “I expected you might not be happy with the answer, but I’m not sure what else there is for me to tell you. I hoped that much would suffice.”

She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t. Why did I show up in your past self’s memories in the first place? And what about that suddenly turned me from some invisible nobody in your college class to a special guest contestant in your fucked up game?”

“You tell me why,” he snapped back. The sudden change in his tone made her jump back a bit, as if she were being scolded, but she recovered quickly enough. “You spent a great deal of time with my younger self in this Nonary Game, didn’t you? So why is it, do you think, that you were such an important piece of this puzzle? You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure that out.”

Hannah thought through the events of the game. Of course, she knew that she and Sigma had spent a lot of time together, and that her feelings for him had only grown over that time. She remembered what he had told her right before he jumped back to the past and her heart ached.

Sigma, when you go back… promise you won’t forget about me?

Come on, don’t talk like that. There’s no way I would forget. I’m going back to fix all of this so that we can all live a better, happier life. And then, I’m gonna take you out on a real date, okay?

She brought a limp hand to her chest and held it over her heart. Her fingers loosely gripped at the fabric of her shirt and her eyes stung once more. It pained her to think about the fact that he was gone, and that she wouldn’t get to see the happier future that he’d hoped for. Maybe in another timeline, he had fixed everything and saved the world. Maybe in that world, they were together right now, living a happy life just like he’d promised her. But even if that were the case, she wouldn’t know it. She was stuck here, in this reality, trapped in a high-tech space station on the moon with no means of escape. She’d never know how things might’ve turned out had everything been different.

“Do you get it now?” Zero’s voice broke the silence, and the slew of thoughts swimming in her head. She nodded slowly, but didn’t give any indication that she was satisfied with that outcome. “He cared about you, more than either of you realized.. Your presence in this Nonary Game was crucial because that was his strongest motivator. Because he had seen countless timelines, with thousands of different outcomes, he understood that this was the only path that he could take in order to protect you. And so, you were brought here, so he could awaken his power to its highest potential. All so he could keep you safe.”

Regardless of if she understood the reason or not, it didn’t fix the hole in her chest. “What am I supposed to do now…?” the girl muttered, her eyes stuck on the floor. Her voice was barely over a whisper, and her expression had grown dark. 

“That is up to you. Whether you want to live your life here or return back to Earth is not my decision to make.”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair…?”

“Hm?”

Her hands tightened into fists. “If your past self really cared so much about me, then why did he abandon me here? Even if he does stop the spread of Radical-6 and save the world or whatever, where does that leave us? All of us here, in this timeline, don’t get that luxury. We’re stuck here forever. We don’t get to go back and try again. We don’t get a do-over. If he knew that was the case, then why did he leave me here to suffer this hell by myself?”

Hannah felt like they were just talking in circles at this point, and it wouldn’t change anything to cry and complain about their situation, but she couldn’t help feeling lonely and helpless. She knew it was selfish, but after everything they’d been through, she just wanted Sigma back. Even if they were trapped in this facility forever, with no hope of returning to their homes on Earth, she thought that maybe it would be bearable if he were here with her. If Sigma had stayed behind, then she wouldn’t have to live with this gaping hole in her chest. Even if the situation were dire and desperate, at least then, she could lean on him and he would tell her that they’d get through it together. She pulled her shaking arms around herself in a last-ditch attempt to console herself. Just as she was about to see herself out of the office, to run and hide in a corner somewhere where no one would see her cry, Zero spoke up again. 

“Do you know why I created Kyle?” he asked. The question seemed to be out of nowhere, and Hannah shook her head, still unable to look at him through her tears. “Kyle Klim, as you were made aware, is a clone of my younger self. His purpose was to serve as my spare, had anything happened to me in the process of developing the AB Project. Of course, he is a clone, but I did raise the boy from childhood, so I suppose his personality may differ quite significantly from my own. But physically, and genetically, we are identical. 

“Kyle was brought into the Nonary Game as a back-up, had Akane ended up murdered by Dio. If that happened, he was to take her place as a participant in the game. There were many timelines where that did indeed happen, and the one you all referred to as “K” was actually Kyle; however, because of my past self’s jumps through time, he was able to prevent that outcome in this timeline, and Akane’s life was spared. Because of that, Akane continued to be a participant in the game, under the guise of “K”, and Kyle was set aside, almost like he was put into storage, in case we needed him.” Zero turned his chair to face the crying girl once again. “Now, in this timeline, where Akane remains alive, we didn’t need Kyle to act as her stand-in. In that case, we could have just brought him back behind-the-scenes, along with Lagomorph — that’s Zero Jr. to you all — in order to observe the game. But there was another reason that we kept him sleeping in the treatment pod. Do you know what that other reason is?”

Hannah wiped her eyes and brought her gaze up to meet his. “N-No… I don’t.”

“You see, I anticipated the results of this timeline. After all, it was exactly what I needed to happen in order for our plan to be successful. I knew that, even if Phi and myself were able to awaken their abilities and jump back to the designated date, that the rest of you would be stuck here. It was, unfortunately, a necessary sacrifice if the project was to succeed. I’m aware that it leaves the rest of you in an undesirable position, and that there’s no way you all would be content with that, but even so, we needed to proceed this way. I knew you, in particular, would be unhappy with this outcome, and so, I kept Kyle on the sidelines as a means of… atoning, in a way.”

“Atoning…?”

“I was always aware that once my younger self’s powers fully awakened that he would have to abandon this timeline, and when that happened, he and my current self would switch places. That’s why, after he made the jump, I appeared here. Akane briefly explained the process to you all in the garden, didn’t she? Once Sigma or Phi makes a jump to the past or future, their consciousness is swapped with the version of themselves that they are jumping to. I made the first jump, once the details of the AB Project were finalized, bringing my younger self here. He and I switched places, essentially. And once the time had come for him to jump back, he and I switched once again.”

“That part, I understand… mostly. But, how is it ‘atonement’ to include Kyle in all of this?”

“As I mentioned before, Kyle and I are genetically identical. While I understand that it isn’t quite the same, I had postulated that if Kyle were here, it would make losing Sigma easier on you.”

“What?” The girl froze, confusion plastered clearly on her face. “You… brought him here… for me?” 

“That was only a partial reason overall, but essentially, yes.”

Hannah took a moment to process the information he’d just hit her with. It felt like she’d been punched in the gut with a sack of bricks. “You…” The concept itself was so simple, but for some reason, his easy explanation didn’t make it any easier to swallow. “Did you think I would just be fine with anyone as long as he had your face?” The words were out before she could stop them.

He sighed. “No, I didn’t think you would be. But it was all I could do to cushion the blow, so to speak. I know that you’re far more faithful than that, and that you wouldn’t come to accept my gesture so easily. Still, it was the only solution I could come up with. You can take it or leave it, of course, I wouldn’t force you to go along with such an idea. I only wanted to provide the option.”

She didn’t even know what to say. While, yes, Kyle had Sigma’s face, she didn’t know anything about him. When she looked at Kyle, she was only reminded of the time she’d spent with Sigma. Even if they looked the same, she could never bring it in herself to leave behind her memories of Sigma. And even if she were willing to do so, would that even be something that Kyle would want? Or would he just be ordered by Zero to fall in love with her, even if he objected? She dismissed the thought with a brush of her hand. That wasn’t an option. To think that he had even considered that she would do such a thing felt wrong; it made her stomach turn. 

But even still, she couldn’t bring herself to be mad about the suggestion. The man sitting in front of her was Zero Sr, that was an undeniable fact, but he was still Sigma. He had been the mastermind of this entire Nonary Game, had kidnapped them all, and forced them to compete in a game that would put all of their lives at risk. She should hate him. She should be enraged that this bastard was just living among them now as if nothing had happened. But despite all of that, she couldn’t feel angry; she simply felt defeated. Despite everything he had put them through, put her through, this old man was Sigma. And he had taken the time to not only figure out the best way to keep her safe through the literal end of the world, but also implemented a solution that would, in theory, soothe her loneliness and make living in this wasteland for the rest of her life somewhat bearable. He didn’t have to do so, but he did, out of consideration for her feelings, because he was Sigma. 

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma she’d met in passing so many years ago on her college campus and since felt her heart race at the sight of him.

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma that sat in front of her in class and got in trouble for cracking stupid jokes to his friend next to him while she doodled silly little love notes and daydreamed about what it’d be like if he asked her on a date.

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma who she recognized immediately upon waking up in this horrible Nonary Game and that she’d been paired up with to solve and escape multiple locked room puzzles with. 

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma who had made her heart shoot out of her chest when he kissed her in the AB Room and swore to her that he would never let anything happen to her, no matter what.

Even if this man wasn’t the same Sigma that she’d gotten to know over all this time, he still cared enough about her to do whatever he could to make sure she would be comfortable with this life. How could she be angry about that? 

She couldn’t find it in herself to say anything more to him. The girl quietly stumbled towards the door and placed a weak hand against the cold, metal frame. Her body felt drained, and it hit her that she hadn’t slept for over 36 hours. The adrenaline of the game had kept her going until now, but now that the game was over, all of her emotions, as well as her lack of sleep, caught up to her and weighed on her limbs like sandbags. She didn’t have the energy to argue or process any new information anymore. 

Right now, all she wanted to do was rest. 

And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t wake up.

#🌸 my writing #the future we create ⏳ #🌸 self insert | zero escape #this is still one of my favorite fics i've ever written #i know it's long but it'd make me happy if y'all read it <3

[amorevolousfaith]

Chapter 9: Breaking Of A Mountain

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,

Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.

I sit in my chair out of the sun, smirking as I glide my hands over my best silk dress. The silk dyed the color of fire and decorated with golden snakes. “If you drink that wine I’ll gladly let Morizuka fight in your stead.” I hum out as I hold the stare of Tywin Lannister, “Forgive me dearest (y/n), a habit from the fighting pits.” He chuckles. “Men of the fighting pits did not know their chances of death, so they drank as if it was their last. You, however, know your chances. There will be plenty of wine after this, some I will gladly serve you myself in my quarters should you actually decide to follow the plan.” I tease tearing my eyes away from the old man’s to his. Oberyn pauses on the edge of his cup, quirking his eyebrow at me, “I thought you only fuck those you keep?” He questions, “I do.” I chime sweetly.

Oberyn rawers with laughter as a large grin spreads across his face, “I do hope there’s room for me.” Ellaria smirks. “Should you reject Morizuka’s invitation to his own chamber there is.” I smirk looking back to the crowds, “Oh?” She prompts walking closer. “He came to me and Oberyn last night for permission to invite you to his chambers. After Oberyn was done laughing at the poor boy, Mori explained he wished to learn from you. That he wished to learn to be a good lover for his wife.” I sigh out, sending a pointed look to the man, Oberyn grins shamelessly as Ellaria playfully slaps his chest. “Speaking of.” Oberyn announces as Mori and Trion come from around the corner.

“Looks like very light armor.” Tyrion points out worriedly, “I like to move around.” He shrugs, “At least put on a helmet.” Tyrion huffs. “He won’t need it if he follows the plan.” I hum looking over as Mori takes the rag from the servant and dips it into the vial of poison. “I can’t wait to see the look on their face.” I laugh, “They all expect the mountain to fall in such flare should he die, but he’ll die slowly, painfully, experiencing the fear that he’s rightfully due.” I croon out. “Mother, you're scaring people.” Mori calls as he rubs the rag along the blade of Oberyn’s spear. I let out a sigh, “Remember Oberyn, strike him three times before you allow your emotions to surface.” I remind. “Of course Empress.” He chimes as the shaman takes to the ring.

I listen the man drone on about his gods, until the Lannisters have enough sense to hurry him along. When the bell is rung Oberyn presses a fierce kiss to Ellaria, “Do not leave me alone in this world.” She speaks softly, “Never,” He promises in return. Oberyn pressed his forehead to Mori’s as he took his spear, “Take care of your mother for me.” He chuckles, Mori’s eyes waver at the demand. “Of course, father.” He nods, Oberyn then moves to me, kissing the back of my hand. “Should you leave this world Oberyn, may we meet in the next life, because this one wasn’t enough.” I whisper weakly, Oberyn says nothing as he then turns to take to the arena.

I watch him twirl his spear in a great show of his skill, I sink into my chair, watching as the mountain simply stands waiting for the man to finish his show. I close my eyes and listen to Oberyn demand a confession on the promise to make his death quick, only I hear a yell as his answer. I listen to the clash of weapons and my heart thumps like thunder, “One,” Mori calls softly. There's more clashing and a demand for a confession, “Two.” Mori breathes. Then there was more clashing, and more clashing, then laughter. My blood sparks and I don’t catch it fast enough, “Finish him!” I demand standing from my chair, there’s a loud clash to the sky at the boom of my voice. The air goes quiet as all heads turn to me, even the fighters. But my eyes meet Oberyn’s, a silent demand to do it. Without falter he thrusts his spear forward and into the stomach of the beast, leaving it to rest there and soak, “Three.” Mori exhales sharply.

I watch as Mountain grunt and reach to push the spear from his gut only for his movements to sputter. He lets out a cry as he tries to force himself to move only he can't, the crowd murmuring softly as Oberyn looks at the Mountain in awe of his state, from there Oberyn screams. Letting years of pent of grief unleash on the man, I don’t hear what the beast says through his cries of fear. A man born the biggest in the land, so used to throwing men as far as he wanted, chopping off heads in one swing, doing what he pleased because he simply could. Now reduced to standing there unable to do anything.

My eyes turn to Tywin and his daughter, both wide eyed and standing from their seats. They feel my gaze and turn to me and I stare them down with my head tall. A look that told them I’ve warned them, I’ve warned them and now they pay the price for it all. I only break away when the screams stop, looking to the arena where Oberyn stood over the beast’s body looking down on him like even he can’t believe it. Then he lifts his head looking to Lannisters, then to me, before wordlessly he draws out his spear and makes one heavy slice. Cutting off the head of the beast, the crowd gasps in horror as Oberyn rips the head away from what still remains attached to the body before taking the head by it’s hair. He carries it across the arena before kneeling in front of me holding it out, “For you dearest (y/n).” He purrs, “So it seems.” I coo back.

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Keep your mouth closed

Warnings: Reader is a witch and she is over 200 years old, secret relationship, a bit of internalized homophobia, fluff.

You have to watch "Doom Patrol" because it is the best series IN THE WORLD

Word count: 2.2 K

Pairing: Rita Farr x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Rita and Reader have a secret relationship, but Reader is tired of hiding her beautiful girlfriend from her best friends, it all ends in an ugly argument.

Requests: OPEN

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My alarm clock rang, reminding me that I had to train with Victor at exactly 6:00 AM. 

So, I got up, went to the bathroom to relieve myself, brush my teeth, brush my face, braid my hair, put on some leggings, a sports top, my tennis shoes and left my room, meeting Victor who was already warming up on the stairs 

"Good morning, Y/N" I only replied with a grunt "wow, someone got up with the left foot" 

“Is it really necessary to go out and exercise today?” 

"Of course it's necessary, do you want to be a great hero?" 

"Is this where I have to say 'Yes'?" 

"Forget it, just follow me, today is a hot day and the later we start, the hotter it will be" 

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Going to exercise with Victor was synonymous with torture; sit-ups, squats, running long distances, carrying large amounts of weight, fighting each other, so no matter the weather, we always arrived at the mansion full of sweat, but, on a day like today, with 84.2 ° F, it was logical that we were going to arrive, sweating and wanting to have a big glass of ice water. 

When we arrived, everyone was already awake, Larry was making breakfast, while Dorothy and Rita were sitting at the table, having breakfast, Cliff was in the living room, watching as Jane finished painting a picture. 

“Good morning” Victor greeted, letting Larry, Rita and Dorothy know of our arrival. 

"They're drenched in sweat, Ewww !" speak Dorothy 

"I want to die" I let myself fall into a chair, in front of Rita 

“Do you want a smoothie?” asked Victor 

"Yes, but, I'll take a shower first" I got up slowly, until I was behind little Dorothy "but, first, I want to hug my favorite person" 

I hugged the girl, causing her to burst out laughing and did her best to get out of my arms, until I looked at Rita, who was laughing. 

"What's up, red, do you want a little hug from the sweaty lady?" I let go of Dorothy and started walking towards Rita 

"Don't even think about it Y/N" he stopped me just raising his index finger, so I stopped, but I ruffled his hair a bit 

“I leave you alone, because I want to, not because you ask me to” 

I walked to the stairs and went up to my room to take a shower. 

I opened the door and realized I hadn't brought my cell phone up so I wouldn't be able to listen to music, so it had to be a quick shower. Just wash my hair, my body and wait a bit for my body temperature to drop, so I can go out. 

Outside, I brushed my teeth, put on my face creams, dressed in a cute skirt and little crop top, put a towel on my head, and went back downstairs to the kitchen to find Larry, Cliff and Rita sitting while Victor I finished preparing the smoothies 

"Here you go" Victor handed me my glass and I gave him a small drink, thanking with a grunt "by the way, while you were taking a bath, someone called you, a certain Monica" 

I spit out some of the milkshake 

"Monica?" 

"Yes, the same" Victor started patting me on the back with a strange look "who is this Monica?" 

"Yes, Y/N, explain us, who is Monica?" speak Rita, not taking my eyes off of me 

"She's a friend, but I haven't heard from her in years." 

"Come on, Y/N, you don't react like that if it's just a friend" Cliff spoke "and tell us, are you fucking her?" 

“ Clif !” shouted Larry. 

“Come on guys, are we going to pretend we don't hear the strange noises coming from the bottom of the hall? Literally the only 2 people in there are you and Rita, and I'll bet Victor's dick that the one having fun at night is you, Y/N." 

Without giving me time to protest, Rita got up and walked to her room, while Cliff just looked, Larry looked down, shaking his head and Victor was more confused than at first. 

"You're a fucking asshole, Cliff." 

I got up to go after Rita, while listening to some reproaches from Cliff himself. I stood in front of the redhead's door and knocked repeatedly. 

"Rita, open me please" 

I was ready for some warning and to insist again, but to my surprise Rita just opened me up and sat on her bed, coming face to face with me. 

"Who is Monica?" 

"No one relevant" I sat next to she, but looking at the ground "but, something relevant was your attitude, what kind of scene of jealousy was that?, you're not being very discreet to say" 

"I'm sorry" now I turned to see her profile, and his eyes that looked at nothing "you know what my insecurities are, and my biggest fear is that…"

“I know love, I know. Hey, look at me” I took her chin between my fingers and forced her to look at me “Honey, I understand your fears, insecurities, traumas and all the pain you carry, and guess what? I love you, in spite of everything; but it seems a bit incongruous to me that you ask me to keep silent about our relationship, when you make those comments in front of everyone- I started kissing her neck tickling her and making her laugh a little- that's why I thought we should tell them now "

"Y/N, you know I can't…"

I walked away, tired of this conversation

"Rita, I understand, but I'm tired of having to hide, I hid for more than two centuries, I don't want to do it anymore" Rita didn't even deign to look at me "Is it because you're ashamed of me?"

"What? Of course not, I'm very lucky to be your girlfriend" Rita kissed my cheek "I just... I don't want them to know that I'm... this" 

That's when I started to feel my anger going to my head, so I stood up to face her fully. 

"Aren't you what?" 

“Like...Larry” 

"Come on, Rita, say the word" I started to raise my voice 

"I can't" I saw how her eyes began to fill with tears, but the fury took over me, so I ignored them 

“Yes you can, SAY IT!” 

"I'm not...g...a..." 

“Yes, you are gay, Rita, say it, you are gay, you are a fucking homosexual woman, where is the harm in that?” she didn't answer, she just tried to dry her tears "sure, do you think that of me?" My voice also began to break "Do I disgust you for saying that I am homosexual?" 

Rita just kept quiet 

"Oh, thank you. Your silence calms me down a lot” I felt my throat begin to close, as a warning of my violent crying, so I turned my back on her and started to walk to the door “you know what, Gertrude?, all this time you were right, You don't deserve even an ounce of love." 

Without more I left his room, going to mine, where I threw myself to start crying, I felt bad for that last comment I made, but anger was stronger than my reasoning. I can't believe I've been in love with such a...so...a person like Rita for a year. 

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Without realizing it I fell asleep and after many hours Victor woke me up.

"Hey, you went up and didn't come back down"

"Sorry, I came here really wanting to sleep and went straight to it" I tried to laugh, but that didn't calm my friend.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes do not worry"

"Okay, get ready, because Maura and I are going to have a big party here at the mansion" I raised an eyebrow at that last one "you know, things have been a little tense regarding Niles, so we wanted to relax and have Dorothy It feels better"

“Well, it's perfect. I'll start getting ready." Victor started to leave my room. "Hey, Victor, can I call someone?"

I saw how Victor's mouth began to form a flirtatious smile "of course, you can bring your girlfriend"

"She is not my girlfriend"

He came out of my room and yelled "whatever you say captain baba"

I took out my phone and started to dial the number, while a hand went to my mouth, to realize that, indeed, I had drooled in my sleep.

"Hello? Monica? It's me, Y/N…"

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The party came faster than I thought, so I simply shaped my long hair, I put on a cute black dress with straps, short, barely covering my butt, which molds my figure perfectly, with black stockings and a pair of classic red heels, with a simple but cute makeup, and I went downstairs, just in time to see my friend Monica walk in the door

"Hello beautiful" I greeted her kissing both cheeks

"My goodness Y/N, you are just as beautiful as you were years ago" she intertwined her arm with mine and we began to walk to the living room

"Of course, I'm still a murderous woman in bed" we both let out a big laugh

"Hey, now yes, tell me, what is the problem you have?"

"It is a long story…"

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Narrates Rita

The party had started, and much to my regret and thanks to Larry's constant insistence, I went downstairs, trying to enjoy myself, and of course, with the intention of fixing things with Y/N, but, I didn't know how to fix things, So I plucked up the courage and told Larry the truth. 

"I already knew" he commented while trying to remove trash from his shirt 

"What? How did you already know?" 

“Rita, you are not the most discreet person on the planet, not to mention that you LITERALLY have the word lesbian written, tattooed on your forehead” he pointed to her own forehead “in fact, you were late. But I'm very happy for you, for both of us. you guys make a nice couple” 

"We were a nice couple" I corrected

"Rita, you're exaggerating, clearly Y/N still loves you" 

"How do you know?" 

"Look, I don't think they'll end up like me and John," he sighed, "but if you don't change that attitude you might." 

"So what should I do?" 

"Rita, come out, shout out to the world your love for Y/N, what's the worst that can happen? We are in the 21st century, no one says anything about homosexuals anymore, see Maura and her friends" 

Look how Maura danced, happy, despite everything she has lived 

“I remind you that homosexuality is no longer illegal. You can't get married in Ohio, but in Pennsylvania you can." 

"Do I have to work things out with Y/N?" 

"Of course, I don't want to see you alone, like me" 

"Yeah, I'm going to work things out with Y/N." 

I got up from my seat, ready to walk towards Y/N's room, when suddenly, I saw her come down, holding the arm of another girl. A blonde girl, with short hair, tall and wearing a very nice dress, with a fairly pronounced neckline, and with nice shoes, very matching with the sexy dress that Y/N was wearing, making me feel uncomfortable with my choice of clothing. 

I saw how Y/N didn't even notice my presence, and just followed her friend to the kitchen, so I sat back, staring blankly, and seeing how Victor approached us. 

"How are you doing?"

"Who is the woman with Y/N?" I asked , as I snatched his drink from him and downed it in one gulp.

“ Wow , watch out Rita, it's not water. it's her old friend Monica, why do you want to know?" I got up again, now much more determined and angry than before

"Because I'm not going to let any woman get close to my girlfriend"

"Your girlfriend?"

I didn't even answer he, I just walked across the makeshift dance floor and had another 2 drinks in one shot, until I reached the kitchen, finding Y/N hugging her friend, until the friend patted her and left. walked away, making Y/N look at me

"Rita, I want…"

I didn't let her finish her sentence, I just took her hand, making her follow me to the dance floor, and making her dance with me, to the rhythm of 'Teenage Dream', Y/N's favorite song. Without giving her time to answer, I gave her a big kiss, a deep one, and showing her how much I love her 

"I love you" I kissed her cheek "I'm sorry my fear has driven us away" 

"Don't apologize love" she also kissed me, my nose and my chin "sorry for what I told you, I didn't mean to hurt you" 

“There is no need to apologize. I just want to dance with you all night and kiss you all night." 

"Regardless if anyone sees us?" 

"I just want people to see the beautiful girlfriend I have" 

And we kissed again, feeling the happy looks of all our friends, knowing that we would be completely happy, finally. 

Note:

Maybe I'll write a little more about Rita and the Doom Patrol.

I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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The Quiet Babysitter // Mike Schmidt x Reader

(This is a one shot I wrote a week ago on my ao3. Also I'm literally in love with Josh Hutcherson. My Hunger Game's obsession is coming back and I am definitely not upset)

**SMUTT**

SUMMARY: Y/n regularity babysits Abby Schmidt and has had a crush on her older brother mike for MONTHS. So when Abby shares some interesting information about him she decides to shoot her shot.

WORD COUNT: 3,175

As I walked up to his door I felt a ping of anxiousness flow through me, which I wasn’t sure why because I had babysat Abby multiple times. “Hey Y/n!” Mike smiled as he opened the door, letting me in. He was already in his work clothes and almost ready to leave. Abby rushed to the living room with an excited smile, happy to have another girl in the house for once. “Hi Abby. I brought some board games to play” I tried to engage with the small child. She was more than willing to play some games while her older brother went to work. “I’ll be back no later than 5” Mike said, as he said goodbye to Abby and headed out the door.

While Abby and I played some games like Monopoly and Candy Land she went on and on about school and..Mike. “He does not stop talking about you Y/n. He always says you’re really pretty and nice” she said this as though it meant nothing to me. Inside I was screaming at the sound of him taking an interest in me and other than how his sister slept and etcetera etcetera. Later that night we made some popcorn and watched a movie, her favorite movie. It was a bunch of clueless nonsense so naturally she and I both fell asleep on the couch. Nothing but the sound of breathing and movie credits playing.

When I awoke Abby was still asleep and my head throbbed. I checked the time and it was four thirty am. So Mike would be home any minute and that made my heart thud in my chest. I paced the hallway waiting for the door to creak open. I thought I was going to die of anticipation but low and behold the door opened, shining the car headlights through the house. Mike’s shoes squeaked against the floorboards as he stepped further in. “Oh hey mike” I smiled softly, walking up to him. “Shit right I have to pay you” he cursed, obviously exhausted as he put down his bag.

“No it’s okay, I love doing charity work” I joke trying to cheer him up, which definitely worked by the low chuckle ripping from his throat. “Nice Y/n” Mike shook his head, still trying to muffle his laughs. “So how was work?” I asked awkwardly, attempting to make small talk as we sat at the table. “Boring as always. How’s Abby?” Mike sighed, resting his head in his hand. “Passed out” I chuckled, fiddling with my nail beds. “She told me something about you and I wanted to know if it was true” I added, shooting my shot. Hoping and praying this works, I waited for his response.

“What did she say?” Mike asked, sitting up straight, suddenly very curious. “She said that you called me pretty and nice?” I mumbled, too embarrassed to speak up. Mike’s face flushed red making it abundantly clear that it was true. “Yeah I did say that” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. The silence was absolutely killing me. I was thinking of a way to leave and go home when he added “does it bother you?” the words left his lips softly while he stared at me. The words sat with me for a few seconds before I shook my head eagerly, my body lighting up like a cat in heat. We stared at each other for what felt like eternity when his face slowly inched towards mine and I knew that I did the right thing by shooting my shot.

Our lips collided with tangled web of stringy saliva and lustful kisses, my hands grasped his face while he tangled his fingers in my hair. I needed him way more than ever before and he did too, the feeling was so mutual he practically started undressing in the kitchen. His lips left mine so he could mumble breathlessly “follow me.” I obviously obliged, following him down the hallway to what I assumed was his room. When I was right he closed his bedroom door fast enough for me to barely take in where he slept. “This feeling…is mutual right?” Mike asked, edging towards me like I was his prey in the wild. He was way more intimidating now than when I saw him before and after babysitting Abby.

“Fuck yes” I muttered, pulling him by his collar to shove my tongue down his throat some more. Mike’s lips curled into a smirk against mine while his hands were preoccupied with removing his clothes. Getting the hint I shimmied my hips to get off my jeans, pooling at my ankles. He pulled away to catch his breath and take off his shirt to reveal his toned abs I had no idea he had. Eyeing me up and down as I took off my tank top, revealing me in just my underwear and bare chest. “I always wondered what you’d look like without a shirt on” Mike smugly smirked, pulling me by my wrist to start kissing my neck. My mouth fell open in shock but before I could say anything, his mouth sucked on the smooth and thinly tender skin below my ear.

A small moan fell loose off my lips which I tried desperately to leave closed but all this kissing made my insides slicker by the second. I mean I have literally imagined this moment before bed with my fingers buried inside me and now it was actually happening. “Mike..” I let out a breathy whisper just before he stopped and looked right into my eyes. “What is it, Y/n?” Mike asked with a sly grin plastered on his face with his arms crossed, waiting for my answer patiently. “Can you please fuck me already” I managed to let out, shocked at my own words he just snickered “you’re so needy, it’s adorable.” I didn’t think I was being needy. I think he was just taking his sweet ass time with me which is not what I wanted.

Before long, he backed me up against the edge of his bed and lightly pushed me back, laying flat on his mattress. I was so nervous and scared for some reason of him seeing all of me naked but those thoughts disappeared when his fingers lingered around the elastic of my polka dot underwear. Somehow Mike noticed my uneasiness, “just relax, you don’t have to be nervous. I really like you and I just wanna make you feel good, okay?” His words definitely soothed my tense body and I let myself relax and have him work on me. “Can I hear an okay?” he asked with his head cocked to the side waiting for me to respond otherwise he wouldn’t do anything else.

“Okay” I smiled, just before his body hovered over mine and I could feel the bulge in his boxers against my fleshy thigh. Instead of getting right to the good part he made me boil within, with more kissing. He kissed every inch of my body, soothing me and making me feel calmer. Mike quickly took off his underwear and spit in his hand, making his cock more slick to enter inside my aching cunt that was needing him. Me being incredibly horny I made the process quicker by tossing my underwear to the side. My thighs were clenched together in an attempt to keep the obvious wetness a secret but like all secrets, they get exposed soon enough.

“Spread your legs okay?” Mike whispered soothingly, which I happily agreed to and slowly pried them open to the side. Exposing all of my horniness to him, which was good because it got things going quicker. “Wider” he said as I spread my legs as far as they could before I felt my limbs stretching apart. With a grasp, Mike pulled my body by my hips towards him so he could guide his clearly erect dick into my pussy. The tip slowly pushed past my lips and my mouth fell agape at the sudden contact. The farther he pushed inside of me the more full I became, my walls softening around his cock was an indescribable feeling that I’ve never had with anyone else.

“Almost in beautiful” he sighed in pure pleasure as his hips had met mine, filling me completely up with his pulsing dick. Apparently I had been holding my breath because when he began rocking his hips slowly I let out a huge exasperated sigh. My legs trembled under the weight of his body and the slow but harsh thrusts inside of me. Squelch after squelch made me have to muffle my moans with my hand since Abby had been sleeping just in the living room. “You’re doing so good. Just take deep breaths..god you feel so good” Mike praised, gripping my thighs, making ghostly white fingerprints in my skin.

Slowly he began quickening his pace, his hip bone slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern that made my stomach clench and knot. “I’m so close” I gasped, trying to control myself in an odd manner. “Come for me, pretty girl. I know you want to” Mike moaned, his head tilting back just before he released exasperatedly inside of me, shooting cum from his tip. That was my tipping point and I too came for once in my life with a man. After some heavy panting and cleaning up, I gathered my clothes up and put them back on. “You wanna spend the night?” Mike asked, scooting over in his bed for me to crawl in. Defeated, I smiled and snuck under the covers and slept peacefully next to Mike.

AHHH OKAY GOODBYE.

xx liv

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I just realized that Felix is going to talk mad shit during his initial fight with Margit and then have to eat crow about it when trying to do diplomacy.

Because Kenneth Height can totally get a letter to King Morgott. It’ll go through like four layers of advisors and several intelligence people looking for any foul play first, but he could get one there through the few official channels that exist. Meaning the few sane members of Godrick’s--now Nepheli’s--army would have to deliver it. Or flag down the Night’s Calvary and say its urgent, since they can get to the capitol literally in the span of daybreak.

Which means Margit deffo gets eyes on it before it goes through the channels properly, and knows damn well that the Tarnished are making a go of... stabilizing Limgrave and using it as a haven for tarnished. And like, sure, he could take his whole Calvary down there and kill Nepheli, but like. Part of his main problem with the tarnished is to do with the fact they’re unaccountable, inexperienced, largely bloodthirsty, and too ambitious for their own good. While this certainly doesn’t help the ambition thing, it shows that there are at least some tarnished with the skills to at least start getting shit in line. And the letter is asking for a diplomatic meeting--with an envoy of the king of Lyndell. He counts and is curious. If nothing else he just kills as many as he can before his illusion breaks and things go back to status quo.

But then he turns up with a letter saying HE is the envoy and Felix, head of this little “lets make the lands between peaceful” project, gets to be the one saying hi. Because Nepheli isn’t... she likes him well enough. She respects his abilities in combat, though his magic feels odd to her. Not bad, just odd. She, after the Albinuric village, would rather die than listen to her-- to gideon saying what he wants to do is hopeless. So she’s putting her weight behind him after he went and got her made Storm Queen of Limgrave. But she isn’t a diplomacy person. He is. Rogier is down to try fighting if need be from a wheelchair, but no one really wants to make him. Diallos offered, but was legitimately shaking at the sight of Margit from a window, so that was out.

So Felix swaggers his way into the audience hall and grins. “Ah, Margit the Fell! Good to see you come in from the rain. Been keeping busy, have you?” Margit is less than amused by the friendly tone. “Aye. As, it appears, have thou, Tarnished.” He eyes the other man over and notes the lack of weaponry or armor. Either foolish or foolhardy. “I didst warn thou about ambition, i believe.” “Oh, yes you did. Several times. With a hammer.” The hero grins and crosses his arms behind his back. “But enough reminiscing on the good old days-- Working for his majesty, King Morgott? That is a surprise.” “And how is that, tarnished?” “Nothing really, i had just taken you for a particularly overzealous gatekeeper. Imagine my surprise!” He gave a wave to a doorway leading off the audience chamber. “Come, we can discuss business in the sitting room over something to eat.” A pause as they both waited for the other to move. Felix, his smile tightening a touch, turned and started off first in a show of goodwill. Margit followed with every single thing about his posture reading as alert. The sitting room was warm, compared to the drafty travel to the castle, and the offered seating was comfortable. He waited until Felix sat to pick a spot and do so, looking around the room for any others that might pop up and stab him. “Where art thine advisors?” “Well, this is going to sound awkward.” Felix clasped his hands before him and pursed his lips. “But they’re rather convinced you’re going to try to kill them.” “I am here,” Margit spoke slowly, and with pronounced each word like he was trying to explain it to a particularly stubborn child. “On behalf of his majesty. Not to kill tarnished.” “That’s what I told them, but you’ve made quite the reputation for yourself--something about you brooking no quarter.” His good eye narrowed at the other man’s very carefully projected look of ease. Felix waved a hand. “They’ll join us after about an hour of you not trying to pop my head off. Until then, we can always chat.” Margit was starting to get a headache, a surprising feat given the projection generally didn’t do that. “About what would thou speak? Thine desire for the throne? I’ve no need to hear of it, i can surmise.” The hero had the nerve to look hurt. “I’ll have you know i have a wonderful personality.” At his unconvinced look, Felix sighed. “I don’t want the throne. If i did, I could very well have just fought my way through gods know what to the Erd tree and... done whatever you do to actually become Lord. Don’t give me that look, the on-boarding information for Tarnished is basically ‘you died, we need a lord, go get runes and good luck’. Not exactly a compelling reason to take on all that responsibility.” Margit scoffed at that. “And what know you of responsibility?” Felix settled back into the plush of the couch and raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever heard of a place called Albion? No? Thought not, i had to get teleported here. I imagine the usual routs would take ages. Well, back there i’m a prince. Well, was. Probably the strange great-great-grand uncle that went missing in the desert once, now. My point being, I had to sit through every lesson my mother could think up on how to run the kingdom should something happen to my older brother. I was also expected to oversee the oversight of the education system.” At his rather blank look, Felix clicked his tongue. “I keep forgetting that’s not... common. My mother, the queen, instituted this thing called required education--everyone had to learn their letters and basic mathematics by age ten. Proper schooling, like history and advanced arithmetic and the sciences were the business of smaller academies you could attend during the winter, so farming villages didn’t have to feed their children during the lean months. And i could hardly make sure everything was running smoothly without having gone and seen it on the inside, and then I spent years at--” Margit couldn’t tell if he was interested in what the other man was saying or if he was simply speaking too quickly for him to do anything but pay attention. He wondered, idly, if he’d managed to be trapped in a room with the one tarnished that seemed to actually have been in charge of something, while also being incapable of shutting up about it. Felix had jumped topics to going on about some place called Brightwall when Margit’s tail betray his annoyance by thumping against the floor. He froze as the other man trailed off, flushing a deep red. The hero cleared his throat. “Right, pardon me. I’ve not let you talk.” They stared at one another in silence before he tried again. “We could talk about magic. It’s the holy energy of the Erd tree that you use, yes? For your knives and hammer? How do you do it?” Margit let out a sigh and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tis simply incantation.” “Incantation? But you hardly spoke during our fight!” He stroked at his beard and hummed. “Fascinating.... Didn’t know that could be silent.” “Tis what is needed.” He glanced at the other man’s hands, noting the deep red gauntlets that covered them. “Thine magic is strange as well. I’ve not seen its kin before.” “Oh it’s nothing special, just will magic.” He waved the hand not toying with his facial hair. “I want there to be fire or lightning and there it is. The gloves help, though. Mother could do blades, quite like your knives. Hers were blue, though.” He reserved comment on the gloves, content to let the other man give him far more information. “Glintstone, then?” “Oh no, it was will in her blood.” He flexed his fingers and eyed Margit over for a second. “Knowing i can will these things doesn’t help, you know. By the fifth time we fought you’d already worked out how i fought and i still won.” “Hm.” “I do want to apologize for killing you, by the way.” This got Margit to tilt his head. His tone was genuine, though he looked more bemused than particularly sorrowful. “Had i known we’d be working together now, i’d have tried talking a bit more.” “I was not of the mind to listen.” Margit shifted his grip on his walking stick and sniffed. “And that remains to be seen, tarnished.” “Felix.” “What?” “My name. It’s Felix. Pleasure to formally meet you.” He gave a jaunty wave and grinned at Margit’s lack of reaction. “And i think we can manage to put our differences aside long enough to work something out. We’re both negotiating on the behalf of someone else, after all.” “We shall see.”

#elden hero #mok fic