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bruhstories · 3 years

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Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

tagging @starrynightlys @stolemyheart12

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deliriousbug · 2 years

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OKAY!! This has been in my head for awhile now, what about Mtmte megatron finding out that his lover is one of the original gladiators for cybertron, and the FIRST champion gladiator for all of cybertron? Maybe they won their freedom after a fight the senate had made to be 100% fatal??

Good lord this just kept getting longer and longer xD I hope you like it!

Gender neutral s/o

Rated T, sfw

It was all Ultra Magnus’ fault. He just had to be ridiculously insistent on completing background checks for every single bot aboard the Lost Light. Having traveled so much and picking up stragglers at practically every stop they made, it seemed redundant now. Especially when the Scavengers, Megatron, and Drift were aboard, all obvious outliers to Magnus’ history-based approval rate. Later, Megatron would discover that the ex-Enforcer had managed to retrieve a biometric sample from the current bot under suspicion. After nearly two years of trying to uncover their past, that’s how Ultra Magnus finally figured it out. And from there, it only took a simple distraction for Rodimus to get his sticky hands on the newfound information. The sneaky brat was so in awe that he didn’t think twice before skipping over to Swerve’s and projecting some choice footage for all to see.

An emergency ping from his partner and a panicked run later, Megatron stood just inside the door of Swerve’s, cycling quick invents to calm his old war-frame. His optics came into focus on the drop-down screen behind the bar. The footage was near ancient: grainy and unsteady, it panned across a scene Megatron knew too well. Two bots, scuffling in the dirt, caged in by looming colosseum walls and a stadium overflowing with spectators all shouting and clapping and whistling and booing as the gladiators fought to the death. Their sounds echoed around the bar, but not a single mech in the bar made a sound, all transfixed, faces twisted with disgust and anger and confusion. It was like they were frozen, caught up in this scene from so long in the past, so long forgotten. Even Rodimus was still, Swerve the only one fumbling to try and shut the video off.

As he looked around, Megatron’s gaze landed on the familiar frame of his lover. They were glued to the spot, standing halfway between the door and the bar like they’d only just arrived. Their fists were balled by their sides and their optics locked on the screen. Stuck, like everyone else.

His gaze returned to the video when the picture on the screen shifted, changing angles to capture the faces of the bloodied gladiators, and Megatron’s spark caught in his throat. Those optics, wild yet calculating, one of them cracked and filling with energon, were unmistakable. How many times had he laid in berth, peering into those exact eyes, waiting for sleep to come? The longer he watched the fight, the more attention he paid to the smallest intricacies of the one gladiator: how they couldn’t raise their right arm over their head: how they balanced on the tip of their toes: how they favored their left ankle: how they seemed to glide around their opponent. Every motion was smart and succinct, yet executed gracefully.

Megatron’s jaw ached from the hard clench of his dentae. He tore his gaze away from the old video and rushed to his partner’s side, taking their elbow in his grasp and shaking them slightly. They stared past him, through him, optics glazed over and dark, and did not react. Did not react when he called their name or pinched their arm. Megatron snarled and marched to the bar where Swerve was still struggling. Megatron reached over the counter and slammed his fist down on the projector. He ignored Swerve’s startled yelp and whirled on Rodimus who threw his servos up in the face of Megatron’s rage.

“The fuck is wrong with you,” Megatron bellowed, “showing that like just another placant gawping senator? Is this entertaining to—” A servo on his chassis stopped him short and he looked down and found the exhausted, pained optics of his lover. He all but growled up at Rodimus and shouted, “Get out of my face! All of you!”

The bar cleared in a matter of seconds.

Megatron took in the sight of his darling as they dropped into a recently vacated barstool. “That was you,” he stated with little doubt in his mind.

“A very long time ago.” They sipped at a forgotten drink. “I should have told you, but I spent so long hiding, from the Senate, from Cybertron, and that’s not the kind of habit that breaks easily.”

Megatron was no stranger to trust issues, and although it did hurt to hear them admit it, he could do the same with a list of things he still hid. To some extent, it was all self preservation. He and they had only recently begun properly courting, but had been intimate long before that, and still, Megatron wondered how he could not have known they were a gladiator. And not just any gladiator: Cybertron’s very first Champion Gladiator. Clearly they’d had all the extra armor stripped from their frame and were left tall and lithe compared to the thick-shouldered and bulky image they used to sport. He had never asked what part they played in the war because he saw no value in knowing. What point was there when Megatron —currently co-captaining an Autobot ship— was proof of the past’s seeming mediocrity? But now the horrors that he’d witnessed and committed in the arena bubbled to the front of his mind, bathed in energon and desperation. It was a bloody, awful part of his rise from miner to revolutionary and yet his partner had withstood the same and worse and for ten times as long as he had.

“I never thought,” they muttered, “that I would see that fight again. It looks so different from another perspective. I saw it and I just couldn’t do anything but watch.” They paused and cast him an apologetic glance. “The Senate tried to rig that fight against me. Hundred to none odds.”

Megatron gaped at them for a moment. “Why?” He suspected he already knew the answer, but he thought talking about it might help them to further process it. As if they hadn’t already had millenia to do just that.

They grinned but it was humorless. “I was taking out too many of their high earning gladiators so they gave me a choice; One last fight for my freedom or train newbies for the rest of my sorry life. The night before, someone broke into my room and attacked me, fucked up my wrist. Day of; all of my weapons were cheap scrap or already half broken.” They snorted. “The other mech was doped out of his mind and —Primus— I don’t even remember everything else.”

And yet, despite the countless odds stacked against them, they won their freedom that day. Megatron sat in the stool next to them and placed his servo over theirs where it rested on the countertop. It was smaller than his but undoubtedly more powerful and he could hardly hide his disbelief. There had been moments, during their berthtime proclivities, when he’d caught hints of a carefully guarded strength but he had never thought much of it. Now, to learn that an insurmountable amount of perfectly tempered strength and violence were all contained in their gracefully carried frame was astonishing. His lover was so easily hidden among a crowd and their voice so quiet that they were always being spoken over. Their optics caught everything yet never judged. Megatron would never have imagined such mannerisms and qualities to belong to the Champion Gladiator. In fact, they often avoided confrontation and Megatron wondered if they had managed to evolve so far beyond who they had been forced to become that they were now exactly who they wished to be.

“You amaze me,” Megatron said, earnest. “To have survived a world pitted against you and not been poisoned by the violence. . .” Like me, he thought.

They swiveled in their seat. “I was poisoned. It took centuries to overcome the impulses, and I hurt people along the way, Megatron. They still linger, those thoughts that are thick with hate and rage, the thoughts that scream for spilt energon. . . But we’re here now.”

“Are you insinuating that we could be each others’ antidote?”

“Maybe.” They smiled at him now, small and stunning with a hint of happiness. “I hope my age isn’t a deal breaker though.”

Megatron was more than happy to let a low laugh escape him. “I wouldn’t care if you were older than Primus himself.” It felt good to break through the dangerous murk of the past to exist solely in the present with his love. He leaned over and captured their lips with his, slow and tender and every bit as affectionate as he’d intended.

#mtmte megatron #megatron #megatron x gender neutral bot #transformers #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #oneshot #sfw

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May I ask — if you’re okay with it — for some baby Luca content?!?!? I keep rereading all your past stuff with him :):):):) If it’s alright, can i ask if you have any hcs with Luca and mama Reyes?!?!? Maybe with Vale and Sofia and Lola? I had a thought a little while ago where maybe after they take him home, and Carlos goes to work first, TK freaks out when Luca won’t stop crying and calls carlotta in a panic and carlotta comes over and hears all of tks insecurities while holding little Luca and she just holds them both rocking back and forth in comfort :):) I love your Reyes family so so much XD

You’re asking for headcanons of my favorite family and baby boy? Twist my arm, why don’t you, nonnie, lol.

Okay, so at first, Carlota and the girls don’t meet Luca right away. At the time, TK and Carlos are fostering the little boy with the hopes of adoption, so everyone is tentative about it, especially cause they don’t want to overwhelm Luca with too many people.

But after a few weeks, and Luca is settling in with them, they introduce Luca to the extended family. They all obviously fall in love with the little boy with waves of brown hair and big doe eyes.

Carlota swears he looks like Carlos even though obviously, Luca is not biologically his son, TK completely agrees and admits it’s one of the many reasons he fell in love with Luca at first sight.

Luca is timid for about 2.5 seconds around everyone until Mari (Sofía daughter) and Adrian (Valentina’s son, he’s almost a year older than Luca) come and ask him to play.

Mari decides by the end of the first meeting that little Luca is her baby.

As always, Carlota shows her love through food and tries to figure out what Luca likes best. Like with her other grandchildren, she keeps sweets in her purse that she sneaks to him when she thinks TK and Carlos aren’t looking.

They notice, of course, and tell her to stop cause they’re the ones who have to deal with the sugar crash, but Luca smart boy that he is, has learned that all he has to do is look up at her with his big brown eyes and say ‘Mas?’ for him to have a handful of candies. He has the power, and he knows how to use it.

You mentioned TK being stressed when Luca’s cries for Carlos and Carlota helping is 100% accurate. From the beginning, Luca and Carlos have a special relationship. TK knows Luca loves and depends on him too, but one week Carlos has to go out of town for work, and it’s hell, he misses his husband, and Luca misses his papa. At his wit’s end, TK calls his mother in law.

She holds Luca, murmuring to him reassurance in Spanish until he calms down, and then talks TK through his fears of not being a good enough dad.

She tells him it’s normal; she raised four kids thinking she was messing up at every turn, and sometimes she did, but her kids loved her anyway, and Luca loves him too. She turns to Luca in her arms and asks him if he wants dada now. Luca doesn’t answer. Instead, he slips from her lap over to TK, asking to be picked up.

TK feels the tears fall when Luca slips his little arms around his neck, holding him as tight as his little body lets him.

Speaking of tears, Carlota cries like a baby the first time Luca calls her Abuelita. The girls tease her cause she didn’t cry as much when their kids called her grandma, but they’re no better. The first time Luca says ‘hi titi Vale, titi Sofía or titi Lola’ they all but flood the house with happy tears.

Carlos, the brat that he is, laughs at all of them until TK reminds him of the first time Luca called him papa and he shuts right up.

All in all, the Reyes clan embraces Luca just like they embraced TK – as one of their own and the reason Carlos (their baby) is so happy.

That’s all I got for now, nonnie, hope you liked it.

#911 lone star #head canons #tarlos #baby luca #stef writes #Anonymous #it takes a village series

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mermaid--bride · 2 years

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What if the Diaboys were Disney songs?

So... This was harder than I thought it would be XD

I have changed Shu’s song so many times! For Reiji I was gonna give Mulan’s “Man out of you”, but the one in the list seemed to fit him better. I struggled A LOT with Carla and Azusa and, in the end, had to go with the “Good enough” options, since I simply couldn’t find the right songs for them.

Of course this is all based on my own opinion about each character. If there’s a song you think works best for anyone here, I would love to hear your thoughts on it.

Shu: Out there (The hunchback of Notredame)

The eldest Sakamaki always felt like a prisioner at the castle and wanted more than anything to be free and meet the world beyond those walls and rules surrounding him. He had a taste of that freedom when he met Edgar and I feel like this song portrays that deep desire flawlessly.

Reiji: Queen of mean (Descendants III)

I believe the biggest issue with Reiji is that he was always neglected due to Shu’s “perfection”. Such thing caused him to envy his brother and resulted on a superiority complex in relation to everyone around him in a desperate attempt to show what he’s worth. That’s why I think this song suits him, since it is also about someone who got neglected despite being always the perfect type.

Ayato: Perfect world (The Emperor's New Groove)

Do I need to explain this one? It’s literally a song praising this guy who is supposed to be the ruler of a nation despite being so full of himself. Just chance “Kuzco” to “Ayato” and you have the perfect song for our Ore-sama.

Kanato: In a world of my own (Alice in wonderland)

This guy wants everything his way. So much, anything can be a reason for him to freak out. The biggest evidence could be how he constantly tries (and succeeds on some endings) to turn his s/o into a living/literal doll so that they would never oppose or resist him. He is hardly open for talking, which is why I picked this song. Always in a world of his own.

Laito: Can you feel the love tonight (Lion King)

I couldn’t think of a better song for Laito and, to be honest, I’m not totally happy with this one. While “Love is an open door”, from Frozen, might better portray his manipulative side, I feel like this one shows best the duality of his character, where although he gives himself to “love” (pleasure) every night, he also can’t seem to get rid of his past, which he always keeps to himself.

Subaru: Trashin the camp (Tarzan) Evermore (Beauty and the beast Live action)

This man is always called a brat by his brothers. He constantly isolates, believing always the worst about himself and trying to accept he is better alone. Deep inside, though, he craves to be loved and to have this pain and guilt taken away from him. I don’t think any other song can better portray those feelings.

Ruki: Almost there (The princess and the frog)

After searching for a long time, I finally found this song (don’t know why I didn’t remember it). It’s just the perfect fit for Ruki, who is always focused on his mission to please the man who saved his life to the point he barely has the time to enjoy himself.

Kou: If only (Descendants)

I intended on giving Kou the song Shiny, from Moana, since he’s so focused on his looks all the time. Still, I wanted to go deeper than that, which is why I chose this song. Kou is always struggling to understand feeling, rather it’s other people’s or his own. His own eye, while blessing him with the hability to see people’s true emotions, becomes a curse if he can’t understand said feelings.

Yuma: I’ve got a dream (Tangled)

In him MB route, Yuma talks many times about his dream of reencountering his gang friends, specially his leader. He also asks Yui about her own dreams and the two together fight to keep those dreams alive throughout the route. That being said, I think this song is the one that better captures that essence that got me so in love with his character.

Azusa: I Can Go The Distance (Hercules)

Now hear me out... We all know about Azusa’s fixation for knives and pain, but we also know the origin to that. As a child he was a lonely child and would only get attention when someone decided to hurt him, which made him believe the only way he would ever be accepted would be through his own pain and suffering. I think this song represents him well in that regard.

Carla: My Lullaby (The Lion King 2)

This young king treasures his kind and it’s superiority in relation to the other races more than anything in the world. That’s why I chose this song. Like Zira, he will stop at nothing to restore the glory of the founders and will resort to the most sadistic and cruel methods to ensure his dominance and get rid of anyone who crosses his path.

Shin: You’re only second rate (Return of Jafar)

Well, about Shin. He is always looking down on people around him and wishes to be better than his brother more than anything in this world. Sadistic and violent to an extreme that most time gets him in more trouble than actually getting him somewhere. I think this is the best song for him as Jafar uses his magic to humiliate and play around with the Genie, even though he was the one who gave those powers to the villain in the first place.

Kino: I’m still here (Treasure planet)

Although Show yourself would be a great song about when Kino’s powers awakened and all, I think this song better suits his deep desire to be remembered. He wants to do something of significance in the world to get back on everyone who turned his back on him in the past and so I chose this beautiful song for him.

#agree or disagree #any other songs you'd choose?#disney #Diabolik lovers #disney songs #dialovers as disney songs

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Bookends [3k, ongoing; AO3 link here]

book·end [ ˈbu̇k-ˌend ] n. a support, one of two usually similar things that begin and end something.

Summary: Kakashi Hatake is no stranger to taking in strays. But when his former comrade and friend mysteriously disappears after the murder of his entire family, leaving behind his little brother, Kakashi learns that there's more to getting lost on the path of life when you pick up an Uchiha brat along the way.

A modern adoption AU exploring various moments in the life of Kakashi, Sasuke, eight dogs, and one vengeful cat.

a/n: Did I expect to become obsessed with Naruto in my 30s? Short answer: no. I guess you could say I got lost on the path of life. XD

It’s the same thing almost every night lately.

“I picked up dinner on the way home. Hope you don’t mind.”

He doesn’t. Kakashi knows this by now. The passive hn of acknowledgement that greets him when he steps through the door and into their apartment tells him as much. If it really bothered him, he’d have made it known by now. What Sasuke lacks in words he more than makes up for in opinions - something he’s never short of.

The dogs, at the very least, are happy to see him.

“Yes, yes, I missed you too,” Kakashi says a little exasperatedly, holding the takeout bags out of reach for their overly excitable noses and trying to return their enthusiastic welcome without the use of his hands. Sasuke stays seated at the table, pouring over a textbook, and decidedly choosing not to offer any assistance. Beside him, Pakkun, the oldest and most loyal of his four-legged companions, raises his head from his crossed front paws. Sleepy eyes meet Kakashi’s for a moment, blink, then slip shut as he lowers his head and goes back to his nap.

Loyal, indeed.

It takes Kakashi a minute to break through the wall of dogs barricading him against the door after slipping off his shoes. They follow at his heels as he crosses over to the kitchen, tossing the keys onto the counter island that overlooks the living room before setting down the bags of food.

“I thought we’d go a little greasy tonight,” Kakashi continues, starting to unpack the bags. The small apartment is quickly filled with the sinful smell of fried food and seasoned vegetables. The dogs eagerly circling his feet quickly devolve into a panting mess.

“We’ve talked about this,” Kakashi chastises Biscuit, who is not nearly tall enough to reach the counter but nevertheless tries, standing on his short hind legs and nose snuffling frantically back and forth along the edge of the counter like it's being pulled by an invisible fishing line. He’s going to have to deal with them first if there’s to be any chance of getting the food safety to the table.

“Hey, give me a hand, will ya?” he calls to Sasuke as he wades through the dogs to get to the cabinet with the cups and plates. They get impossibly more hysterical at the sound of the clinking dishes, a tell-tale sign that they’re almost close to the main event. This isn’t the first time it’s occurred to Kakashi that this apartment is too small for two people, let alone eight dogs.

“Oh, for the love of- Sasuke.”

Sasuke, it turns out, isn’t listening - or so it would appear given that Kakashi’s appearance hasn’t prompted anything but deafening nothing since he walked through the door. However, Kakashi has lived with Sasuke for a couple years and observed him for longer. He’s learned to read the subtle shifts in the boy's silences. Sasuke has so much to say if one takes the time to listen.

Sating his (and the dogs’) appetite suddenly doesn’t seem so pressing.

“Alright, have at it,” Kakashi relents, dumping the contents of one of the take-out cartons onto the plate and setting it down at his feet for the dogs to fight over. He’ll clean up the mess later. For now, he grabs the carton of udon, a pair of chopsticks, and leaves the dogs to their feast, carefully stepping over them and making his way out to Sasuke.

He sits down, looking far more relaxed than his much younger counterpart. Sasuke’s eyes remain downturned and concentrated on his homework. Kakashi lets him be and turns his attention to his food. He can multi-task after all. He breaks apart his chopsticks and opens the carton, then picks at the noodles a bit before twirling them around and raising a helping into his mouth. It doesn’t quite pack the punch he’d been fantasizing about on his walk home from the shop.

“Trouble with homework?” Kakashi eventually asks, his tone light.

The pen in Sasuke’s hand stills. Then, after a moment - and without meeting his gaze - Sasuke slides a folder across the table with his free hand.

Kakashi’s chewing slows and he looks over his carton. Sasuke is content with providing no further explanation, already pursuing his assignment like nothing happened.

Kakashi doesn’t need to read past the over-the-top swirly cursive heading to know what’s soured Sasuke’s mood. The pink and read hearts dotting the top of the single sheet of paper tucked neatly in the folder’s pocket are a dead giveaway. He shuts the folder, then picks up the carton and digs into his noodles a little more enthusiastically than before.

“So… it’s that time of year, huh?”

Sasuke makes no indication that he’s heard his question. Kakashi understands. He would have had a similar reaction at his age. But he’d like Sasuke to be different.

“Should be simple enough,” he goes on, surreptitiously glancing up from his carton, but Sasuke is stubborn. And naive. Because Sasuke has already given himself up.

In some ways, Sasuke is exceptionally mature for his age. But at the end of the day, he is still a twelve-year-old boy and not immune to acting as such. He’s not above shutting himself up in his room and blaring his music at some wholly unnecessary volume until neighbors get involved (“This is the only apartment complex in Konoha that will take 8 dogs,” Kakashi is reduced to shouting through the door in his bathrobe and slippers at 1 in the morning. “Are you trying to get us kicked out?”), or staying out much too late roaming the streets and only slipping through his bedroom window when he thinks Kakashi is in bed (He’s not. He’s (once again) in his bathrobe and slippers waiting outside his bedroom door and prepping a lecture that is sure to be ill-received.)

In other words, if he truly wanted to avoid facing Kakashi, he wouldn’t be here.

So Kakashi waits.

And waits.

Until…

“Look, Sasuke-”

“It’s so- annoying.”

Sasuke glowers at the space in front of him, refusing to look at Kakashi. It was a slip, one he quickly recovers from, however. The grip around his pen tightens and he attacks the page in front of him with conviction. He’s clearly annoyed. With himself, with the predicament Iruka has so unjustly put him in. Kakashi allows him a couple sentences to take his frustration out on his assignment before moving forward.

“I think it’s nice.”

Sasuke drops his pen and his head snaps up.

“Nice?” He says the word with such fierce disdain that Kakashi can’t help but chuckle. He merely picks at his noodles with amusement.

“Nice??” Sasuke repeats, eyes narrowing incredulously. “As if you would have ever lowered yourself to something so meaningless.”

Kakashi chews thoughtfully. He’s not wrong. Still, he simply shrugs.

“Sure, it’s a little silly. But there are very few things in life that are truly meaningless. What holds no value to one person could mean the world to another.” He pauses. The intensity of Sasuke’s stare doesn’t waver. “There’s nothing wrong with building relationships among your peers and having a little fun. A hard word for you, I know,” he adds dryly, poking at a mushroom, “But give it a shot. These opportunities won’t be around forever.”

“I don’t even like these people,” Sasuke mutters with a bitterness that most adults would find unnerving coming from a 12-year-old.

(He knows; his colleagues have told him as much.)

“That’s not true. You have Naruto and Sakura-”

“Annoying and annoying-er.”

Kakashi frowns a little at that. He sets the carton aside. “Look, I’m going to tell you what I told you last year. If you really don’t want to do this, I’m not going to make you. I’ll understand… but your friends might not. And despite what you say, when your classmates come to you with their cards, I think you’re going to realize too late that you might like to give them something in return.”

Kakashi lets the words sink in. Sasuke’s expression is unreadable. It takes some time - a long time, really - but eventually, his shoulders slump forward, and after a tense moment, he relents.

“Fine.”

“Good,” Kakashi says, satisfaction evident in his tone. “I think we still have supplies leftover from last year somewhere in here,” he muses aloud, rising from the table and disappearing into the hall that leads to their respective bedrooms. The sound of him rummaging around in the hall closet fills the air until eventually a pleased Ah interrupts the silence. When Kakashi returns cradling an assortment of craft supplies in his arms, Sasuke looks as though he’s already regretting his decision.

“Here, I’ll even do it with you,” Kakashi says in a show of solidarity once he spreads out his findings on the table. There’s still several paper heart cut-outs leftover from the previous year. Kakashi’s hand hovers thoughtfully over the pile before making his selection and pulling them towards his end of the table.

A sharp, derisive snort comes from the seat next to him. Kakashi looks up.

“Yes?”

“There’s no way you have that many people to give valentines to,” Sasuke retorts with all the bluntness of a kunai knife.

Kakashi blinks at him, then peers down at the pile, a puzzled frown tugging at his brow underneath his silver fringe like Sasuke’s right. That he’s made some sort of horrible mistake. A split-second later, his expression clears.

“Actually,” he replies, reaching across the table and grabbing an additional heart, “I missed one. How could I forget my most cherished pup?” He shakes his head somberly, giving Sasuke a meaningful look.

It takes Sasuke a moment to understand.

“You’re making valentines for the dogs.” It’s not a question, and there’s no mistaking what he thinks about that.

“Well,” Kakashi acquiesces, eyes crinkling, “I can’t play favorites.”

They hold each other’s gaze. Despite the pleasant smile Kakashi puts forward, Sasuke’s eyes remain cold and unfeeling.

In the end, Kakashi exhales a patient breath.

“Go get dinner, Sasuke.”

It's going to be a long night.

* * *

It’s when he’s sorting through his mail on Valentine’s Day that Kakashi runs into Iruka.

“Yo.” The word is barely out of his mouth before being promptly met with an angry grunt, after which Iruka slams his apartment door shut so violently that the decorative Cupid hanging there falls to the floor.

Kakashi slow-blinks down the empty hallway, hand halfway raised in greeting. With a small shake of his head, he sticks the mail under his arm and digs into his pocket for his keys.

The dogs are on him the instant he opens the door. Unfazed, he glances around the apartment expecting to hear the sounds of Sasuke’s self-imposed banishment to his room, the kind that expressly tells him that under no circumstances is he to be disturbed. Only there’s no pulsating bass. It’s quiet. And Sasuke’s not in his room but on the couch by the open sliding glass door, back propped against a slumbering Bull and a book open in his lap. He surprises Kakashi further when he deigns to look up.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Kakashi greets back, closing the door behind him. It should be a welcomed sight, but he can’t help but feel a little wary. It’s not often that he sees Sasuke so... at peace.

He walks over to the kitchen and drops the mail on the counter beside what can only be the fruits of his and Sasuke’s labor. He smiles to himself.

Popular as ever, I see.

With a sense of satisfaction, he sifts through the sizable pile of valentines, familiar names popping out at him. He pauses on one in particular. Sakura’s careful craftsmanship stands out from the rest, the evidence of her feelings clear as day. Kakashi only hopes that Sasuke didn’t say anything unkind.

Naruto’s stands out too - though, for entirely different reasons.

“I see Naruto’s scissor skills haven’t improved.” With two fingers, Kakashi picks up the pitiful thing and gives it a good once over. He can only assume that it was supposed to be a heart, though he can’t be sure. It’s a sharp contrast to Sakura’s, which Kakashi knows she probably spent days laboring over. A glob of glitter glue drips from Naruto’s abstract creation pinched between his fingers and drops onto the counter. He shakes his head and hangs it up on the fridge anyway, Sakura’s joining soon after. He lingers on them for a moment, eyes crinkling with a familiar fondness before he turns away to join Sasuke in the living room.

“I take it everything went well today,” he says, plopping down onto the adjoining couch and humming contentedly when he props his feet on the coffee table and leans back. Pakkun leaps up and settles himself next to him, a low, warm growl rumbling underneath his hand when he begins to massage his wrinkled head.

“You could say that.” Sasuke has his back to him, but Kakashi detects something in his voice.

“Meaning?”

There’s a pause before Sasuke shuts his book and looks over his shoulder at Kakashi. “Let’s just say I got what I wanted for Valentine’s Day.”

What Sasuke wanted for Valentine’s Day was for all its practices to be dismantled and done away with for the greater good of humanity - or so he claimed in a rare moment of awakeness on their way to the academy that morning. Somehow Kakashi doesn’t think exchanging a couple valentines with his classmates is responsible for this drastic - some may say, miraculous - shift in perspective.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Iruka, would it?” He jerks his thumb at the door. “I just ran into him in the hallway and he didn’t look too happy.”

The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitches, but he only shrugs, facing forward and cracking open his book once more.

Kakashi exchanges a look with Pakkun whose doleful eyes stare up at him, equally suspicious and, if he’s not mistaken, wholeheartedly unimpressed. With some reluctance, Kakashi swings his legs off the coffee table and gets to his feet in one languid motion. He crosses the short distance to where Sasuke sits, plucking the book out of his hands as he comes up behind him.

“Hey!”

“I’d like your undivided attention for this if you don’t mind,” Kakashi says calmly, perching himself on the arm of the couch, one foot on the ground, the other propped on the seat cushion. Sasuke glares at him resentfully, but keeps his mouth shut, albeit with the air of one whose time is being profoundly wasted.

“Ok,” Kakashi starts, folding his arms across his chest. “What happened at school today?”

“Nothing.”

“Sasuke.”

“Nothing,” Sasuke repeats, drawing out the word. When Kakashi continues to stare at him, he huffs in irritation. “Tch, I didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t say you did,” Kakashi replies smoothly. “However, it’s not like you to take pleasure at Iruka’s expense. I thought you liked Iruka.”

There’s a pause. Sasuke averts his eyes out the window, uncomfortable. A gentle breeze rustles the overgrown jungle habitating the balcony.

“Yeah, I do,” he confirms grudgingly.

“Ok,” Kakashi continues ever so patiently, “so what’s got you in such a good mood?”

There’s another long pause. However, this time it’s Kakashi who breaks the silence. The answer hits him over the head and leaves him feeling - if he’s perfectly honest - like a fool.

“What did Naruto do this time?”

Sasuke hasn’t looked away from the window, but Kakashi sees a flicker of something cross his face.

“Well?”

Sasuke mulls it over, then simply relies, “Naruto was very generous with his valentines this year."

An image of the limp heart dripping with barely dried glue on their fridge comes to Kakashi’s mind. “How generous are we talking?”

“500 ryō worth.”

Kakashi can see where this is going. He suppresses a sigh.

“And where on earth did Naruto get the money for such a selfless gesture?”

Sasuke’s eyes slide to meet Kakashi’s. “Iruka.”

“Knowingly?”

A flash of annoyance flares in Sasuke’s dark eyes, again, like he’s wasting his time. In fairness, he is; the answer is obvious.

Kakashi leans his head back against the bookshelf behind him and briefly closes his eyes. A sigh falls heavily from his lips.

“Well, as long as he doesn’t come knocking on our door looking for money…” He glances down at Sasuke. “Was it worth it, at least?”

“Was what worth it?”

“Whatever it was that constituted stealing 500 ryō?”

Sasuke’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, but his reply is void of any feeling. “How should I know? I’m not Sakura. Now, do you mind? I was in the middle of something.” He holds out his hand then, waiting.

Kakashi regards him with patience, not entirely content to end the conversation there. It’s the familiar way in which Sasuke holds his hand out to him that cautions him to hold back. Patience, it whispers. Remember how you found him. Reading. At peace. At home.

He hands the book to Sasuke, who takes it without thanks, and thinks as he watches him leaf through its pages and settle against Bull that he could do with some light reading too.

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innocentsshounenjuujigun · 3 years

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Ok! So this is your first NSFW ask…. (I think?) But,,,,, do you have any headcanons for which of the characters are dominant, submissive or switches? Aged up ofc! :3c

.......what do you think my answers are going to be, anon? XD Knowing me, will I really make any of them doms? I’ll do some headcanons here anyway, but uhhhhh.... we all know what to expect of me, at this point.

. . .

Etienne — Surprisingly, somewhat switch, but in a weird way. Whether he’s more dominant or submissive, he’s always focused on doing things right for his partner and being what they want. His “dominant” side is a very loose definition, and really, he’s just sweet and shy no matter what... though oddly capable of taking the lead when with a more submissive partner. Christie.

Nicolas — A completely eager to please sub. Despite how brash and tough he acts, that all falls apart the second someone calls him a “good boy”. He can top just fine and prefers to have a more active role during nsfw things (not a pillow prince in the slightest), but he bends to his partner’s every whim and spends most of his time just trying to please them enough to be praised.

Henri — The subbiest sweetheart ever. There’s not a shred of dominance in this boy’s body. He needs to be coddled and treated sweetly during sex, especially because of how shy and anxious he gets. Calling him “baby boy”, holding him in your lap, and spoiling the life out of him like he’s your little prince is what Henri’s the most comfortable with— though he’ll try to deny it.

Luc — Probably the best at being dominant out of the group. Honestly, he’s comfortable either way. If someone wants him to take a more dominant role, he’ll handle it (albeit as a very sweet, happy, relaxed dom), and if someone would rather he submit, Luc is still perfectly okay with that. He’s secure enough with himself that he doesn’t really care what kind of role he takes.

Marc — Almost always submissive, at least to some degree. He has his moments, but he’s much better at being a cute, needy sub than even trying to take control. Marc is much more comfortable being taken care of and having clear directions when it comes to what his partner expects of him, and he’d rather that than attempt to figure things out on his own or lead the scene.

Christian — It depends on who she’s with. If the relationship is more aggressive or somewhat confrontational, she can dom fairly well out of pure spite, but if it’s a happy coupling where there’s nothing but sweet feelings between her and her partner... she’s a total sub. And very, very shy/tsun about it. It’s hard to admit, but she likes to be reduced to a whimpering mess.

Remy — Like Henri, he’s a complete sub. Remy is too shy and nervous to do anything in the means of domming. He needs to be coached/comforted through most things, especially because of how scared he is about his health issues. Babying him and treating him gently is for the better, especially because he can get overwhelmed enough to wind up in tears pretty often.

Laurent — He has a small dominant streak, but is overall highly submissive. Because he’s used to taking on a protective/caretaking role, Laurent is capable of being a very, very soft dom if he needs to. That said, he’d much rather be the one submitting to someone who will take care of him. It feels safer that way, and he’s overall more comfortable with surrendering control for once.

Lillian — Unlike his brother, he couldn’t dom if he tried. Lillian might be able to play at being dominant or pretend like he’s tough, but the second his partner tries to put him in his place, he crumbles. Just the same as Laurent, he wants to be the one being taken care of. It feels safe to be completely owned and spoiled— and not have to think about much of anything during the act.

Guillaume — He’ll act like he’s a cruel, aggressive dom... but if his partner rebels against that, he’s shockingly easy to push around. In reality, Guillaume is a total pillow prince who’s happiest lying back and being spoiled. He can dom if his partner doesn’t do anything to stop him, but at that point, it’s just clumsy and kind of embarrassing to watch. He does not know what he’s doing.

Pierre — Similar to Guillaume, he’ll try to act like he can be dominant, but that act collapses even faster and is replaced with the behavior of a needy, spoiled sub who needs a lot of attention and a lot of training. Pierre is very much brat-training territory, and he needs a firm hand not to turn into a total demanding pest. That said, he also really likes to be babied and taken care of.

Guy — Fairly switch. He’s capable of being more dominant if he needs to be, and isn’t entirely uncomfortable with it. Even rougher domming isn’t beyond him, although it’s not his favorite thing at all. In most cases, though, Guy is the most comfortable with being something of a service sub. He likes proving that he’s good and kind to his partner, and that can be through pleasing them.

Michael — He’s a bratty sub who simultaneously whines and throws fits over everything and has no idea what he’s doing. He wouldn’t know how to take the lead even if he tried, so there’s really no choice but for him to be the submissive one and get told what to do. And... he’s never going to admit it, but being put in his place is what turns him on the most. That and lots of affection.

Isabelle — Second best at being dominant out of the group. Because of trauma, it can be kind of tough for her to work up the courage, but Isabelle’s natural personality works with it just fine. She’s okay with being submissive too (although it can scare her if it’s with the wrong person), but what really matters is how safe and comfortable she feels around the person she’s with.

#Innocents Shounen Juujigun #Etienne #Nicolas #Henri #Luc #Marc #Christian #Remy #Laurent #Lillian #Guillaume #Pierre #Guy #Michael #Isabelle #Headcanon #Aged Up Au #Lemon

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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The bullies with an S/O that’s just completely off the board? Like no matter how much they look the bullies can’t find /anything/ on them, all their school papers are forged and their home just isn’t able to be found no matter how hard they look? Maybe due to the S/O changing their identity after doing something bad?

That's hella specific and I love it?? XD

Sure thing boo, let me see what I can do.

Also, I'll change the ocs profiles to be paper drawings with digital coloring because believe me boo, I'm tired of redrawing them (and I believe y'all are tired of always seeing these new drawings).

I noticed that my paper art is a lot better than my digital art, and although I'm kinda proud of them I still feel a little petty because I wish to do cool stuff on the computer ;-;.

Anyway, just a heads-up if you see something off with the oc's bios.

TW/Tags: I have no idea what to tag this lmao // identity theft // illegal/unauthorized inscription // not an accurate representation of university/how universities work lol // abusive household/abusive parents // I may or may not have changed your concept a little, I'm sorry for it 😔

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Suspicion (fuck yeah, I don't know what to title this) [Yandere!Bully OC x Reader - Headcanon]:

→Adrien Coldwell:

For a person that prides themselves as the "know it all" when it comes to people's social media and reputation, he doesn't know anything about you.

This is a first for him, which is both annoying and honestly so intriguing. You didn't strike him as a person who would hide any secrets, and he had a hunch this was about to be good.

He searched for social media first, not finding anything about Avery Remington. Well, at least nothing with your face on it.

However, he did find something very, very interesting while looking at the school's documents, specifically the archives of all the students that have already studied here. He honestly didn't think he would find anything about you in these old papers, he was probably doing all this stupid work for nothing.

However, he was half right and half wrong. He didn't find anything about you, but this whole search wasn't completely lost, as he did find "you", Avery.

"- Student name Avery Remington, average grades and apparently no history of wrong doings or any bad behavior in general. Their registration to the Academy dates to 1980."

Oh. Ooooh, this was rich.

"- Huh." He said closing the documents and letting it where he found it. He was at least kind enough to let the palace a little organize after going through each paper trying to find your name.

Well, "your name". The only things that he kept for himself was photos of both the old documents about Avery Remington, and the earlier documents about Avery Remington. It was clear that you did something probably really, really bad, and you know he'll take advantage of it.

He had built his own theory about this, as in: you somehow found the paperwork of Avery's registration and their previous school's records so you could somehow impersonate them and get a free entrance to this institution.

He knew that you had something to hide, no one can be so perfect. But knowing the action itself wasn't enough for him, he needed to know the motive behind it.

For someone that is lazy and doesn't bother to care about important things, he sure spent a lot of time trying to scoop some dirt on you. When he finds the perfect opportunity, without any witness around, he'll take the chance to use this information against you.

"- Well, hello "Avery"." His tone was already suspicious, his voice not hiding anything from you. He came here to belittle you for his own entertainment.

"- H-Hi Adrien." You said shyly, hoping that your anxious mind was wrong and that this was all just a misunderstanding. You were hoping that the growing feeling of him possibly knowing about your fraud, was wrong.

"- Ya know, I'm kinda jealous of whatever plastic surgery you went through to look so young, maybe you should ask the faculty to correct your age tho." He said while showing the pictures he took of the documents.

"- Wait! I-I can-"

"- Honestly, I didn't think you were over 60 years old! Could have fooled me." His smug face was the selling point. You knew that you wouldn't find any form to convince him that what was on his phone was false.

He had a victorious smile on his face. Ever since you entered this school you always acted a little too paranoid and almost too friendly for his liking, and to confess to himself that he has fallen for you would be the bottom of the pit to him.

Still, he wanted to know why you did it. Why didn't you pay to get in if you wanted the scholarship so badly? What, you were too poor for it?

And what about a talent, or the test? Obviously, the university hasn't gone out of their way to pick a loser like you and insert you inside their classes on a whim, as they thought you were Avery Remington, a student that is already registered in school's documents (yet, of course, their system haven't verified the date of the registration, either by incompetence or by a "small mistake"). So you didn't do the test too, simply pathetic honestly.

Your sad dramatic story explaining how you managed to get into the academy. You did your best to get into the academy by legal means, but they always rejected you. Apparently you thought it would be a good idea to use your grandparent's documents to squeeze yourself into the institution.

"- But why in hell would you do such a thing? Are you that pathetic dearest?"

"- I… I wanted somewhere to go. Somewhere I could grow into a better person, a-away from-" You cut yourself short when the memories of your old home started to come into view.

For some reason, your parents couldn't stand the idea of you getting into a decent university, if anything, they thought you weren't capable of even washing some dishes at the local pizzeria. In their eyes, you were worthless.

When you found out your grandparent used to frequent this institution, and that they managed to disattached themselves from their familial routes and thrive as a musician you got instantly inspired! Determined to follow their steps and prove your family that you're just as worth ass-

"- Urghhhh- Boring! I don't care about all of that. Are you serious? You committed a crime just so you could stick it up to your shitty parents?"

"- …. Yes?"

"- Huh. Geez you're cooler than I thought. Listen, how about we make a deal?"

The deal was simple, he would not tell anyone about your little secret, and he would even help you keep your scholarship and help you reach your ambitions as long as you started spending more time with him. Which, at first you thought it sounded absurd, this man is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give him attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Adrien was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Come on now, after this we can go eat something okay? Where would you like to go this time? Our last date I chose the best restaurant I know, so you better choose something of equal value."

…. Date?

→Alexandra Coldwell:

You were suspicious from the very start. Overly friendly and too- Ugh! Too cute?!

You were always skittish whenever someone called you. What, you had a problem with your name or something?

And the worst part was how no one seemed to know where you lived. Every group project with you was considered annoying by most of your classmates, as you never called people in your house or never let anyone have your address, not even your phone number??

You didn't have any social media, what are you, a weirdo? What the hell??!

She is not even pissed about you being a loser, she is pissed that she has fallen for someone like you! A complete weirdo that was always panicking over nothing.

She started stalking you with the intention of finding at least one thing that she could hate on you so she wouldn't feel so- Lovey dovey towards you!

But what she really found was something worth an entire gold mine.

A private phone call between you and someone who was losing their shit. She couldn't understand too much of the conversation as she didn't have any context, yet she could hear a lot of things that you and the person were discussing.

The person yelled [Y/N] multiple times while in the phone call, saying how you were absolutely the worst mistake of their lives (which by the way, rude much? Who is this asshole?), that you were a selfish brat that needed to learn to appreciate their hard work.

Oh… Oh. She now knows who you're talking with. She decided to record the entire thing the moment she saw you taking your cellphone to have a private call.

She was planning on recording your voice for her own hearing pleasure, but this? This was so… Interesting.

"- [Y/N]?" She called your attention after the conversation ended, and because you haven't been accustomed to people calling you "Avery", you turned around saying "what" instinctively.

And when you noticed Alexandra smirk for a split second, you regretted answering your parents call. Not that you needed anymore reason to regret it, but this was certainly the last nail in the coffin.

You begged for her to understand that you couldn't go back, you simply can't go back to them, ever again! You told her the whole sob story about how your grandparent had decided to run away from home and fulfil their own dreams as a musician, even if people didn't really hear their music all that much, and now that you think about it, that's probably the reason why no one have recognized their name at all.

Your grandparent had a really small fanbase, and you knew that because you were part of them. They weren't popular at all compared to Amaryllis Academy standards, yet they were happy singing their songs to the world.

You kinda wish your family hasn't broken the old recorder that belonged to your grandparent. Their first album was in there, it was cheesy and filled with errors, yet they sounded so happy when doing what they loved, and you wanted something like that for yourself!

You needed to live that hell hole and so you did. You rented a small apartment that was falling apart, the reason why you never gave people your address was because you knew they would bully the hell out of you because of how poor you are.

After finishing your story you noticed Alexandra snoring beside you. You thought she was only exaggerating, but then you saw her drooling and acting really dizzy after you woke her up.

"- Oh my God, so… That was it? You ran away to follow your dreams and stuff?" She asked, still kinda sleepy.

"- What? Of course it was-" You were fuming with anger, how dare she-

"- And I thought you only looked cool because I liked you! You're pretty strong for sticking up for yourself." She interrupted you, looking at you with admiration in her eyes.

She proposed to you a deal. How about you two keep this secret together, and, if anything does happen she'll still help you stay inside the institution. However, you'll need to work your ass out to become the best you can be, and you'll let her guide you through, because you're too much of a dummy to do it all by yourself. You'll have to spend time with her and let her help you out.

At first, you thought it sounded absurd, this woman is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give her attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Alexandra was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Why you never hold my hand? Come on, "Avery", won't you hold the hand of your dearest girlfriend?" She asked playfully while taking your hand anyway.

…. Girlfriend?

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#sheep stuff #yandere oc #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere twins #yandere oc headcanons #yandere oc x reader #yandere bully x reader #yandere bullying #yandere headcanon #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request #yandere

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merakiui · 4 years

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Wow! An imagines blog for afterlife! First one as far as I can see... I wish you lots of fun with this! I wonder what your favourite characters from the game are? For me it's going to be Sian and Quincy (I first think I was going to hate this little devil brat but here I am XD). If you don't mind you can do relationship hc's with them and characters of your choice if you don't mind. I don't really have anything specific in mind, just something fluffy, sorry for that! Welcome and have a nice day!

(Is it really the first? Whoa! My favorites so far would have to be Ell and Verine! There’s something refreshing about Ell’s optimistic energy, and Verine seems so soft uwu But Sian and Quincy are also growing on me too. Either way, you’ve got good taste~ Please enjoy these hcs and thank you for being the first request, anon! :D)

Relationship HCs (Sian, Quincy, Ell, and Verine)

🎤 Sian 🎤

He refuses to admit to his feelings in the beginning. Why, you may ask? Simple: It’s embarrassing.

So he does what any normal tsundere would do in that sort of situation. He pushes you away by feigning his disinterest.

Naturally, his behavior comes off as rude and abrupt, but you’re able to see past that cold exterior.

Whenever you send a smile his way or compliment him for his good work, he’s quick to deny it. Though the bright blush on his cheeks always contradicts whatever he might say.

Sometimes he thinks you just enjoy messing with him, if only to see him turn red. It’s quite cute, and you can’t help but giggle when he starts to yell.

“It’s not adorable, so stop laughing! And don’t call me cute either!”

Once you’re together, Sian drops his rude act and becomes very affectionate. He still gets shy over small aspects of your relationship, such as holding hands in public or even mustering the courage to kiss you whenever he feels like it.

Kati will definitely tease Sian whenever he talks about his wonderful, loving manager, and Cyrille will provide him with all sorts of scientific facts about the prospect of being in love, how long it exactly lasts, and why relationships are so important in terms of social interaction.

Sian does his best to ignore them, but he always finds himself getting embarrassed. “Stay out of my personal life! I don’t need your help!” Yes, he’s also blushing while he says this.

Underneath that tsundere behavior is a sweet boy who does his best to give you a perfect relationship.

He’ll take you to his favorite places to eat, claiming that you have to try some of the foods he normally gets. In return, you’ll open his horizons to the things you enjoy eating.

Definitely goes to karaoke with you! The two of you sing to your hearts’ content, sharing a few laughs at the impossible-to-hit high notes. Sian manages to surprise you the first time you hear him sing, and when you make a comment he gets extremely flustered.

On days where the weather isn’t the best, the two of you might stay inside to play card games, making small bets every now and then. Most of these bets are about the number of kisses or hugs the other will receive, and when that’s on the line Sian plays exceptionally better.

He’s written songs before, and now that the two of you are in a relationship some of these are about you. You wouldn’t have known about this had you not found a journal detailing different lyrics and song titles.

Waiting for a Sian x [insert utaite name here] collaboration.

When you confronted Sian about it, he became a mess.

Sian’s never let anyone see any of his creative work before, so this was enough to bring him close to tearing up out of pure embarrassment. He feels as though he could just die on the spot.

You understand his reaction, so you’re quick to close the journal, assuring him that you won’t pry further unless he willingly tells you more.

It takes a bit before he’s confident to actually show you and explain his thought process behind certain lyrics, but he trusts you enough and he knows you won’t laugh at him.

You’re his biggest muse when it comes to songwriting. (You’re also his biggest supporter.)

You’ll catch him humming under his breath to certain songs, and he’ll even start to mumble lyrics he’s made up on the spot. You’ll chime in with your own input, and he’ll be quick to write it down if it strikes a chord in his inspiration.

Unfortunately, his memory isn’t the best, so he often forgets things like anniversaries and special dates. He’ll always apologize with his head bowed whenever this happens, but you never seem too bothered. How can you be upset with someone as affectionate and caring as him?

In times of need, he’ll be there to assist you, as he doesn’t want you to stress yourself out. After all, it isn’t fair for his precious lover to carry overwhelming burdens all on their own.

You’ll always find yourself waking up beside the best boyfriend in the world, who will do absolutely anything for you. At the start of the relationship, he tried to do so many things to impress you. He cooked, cleaned, and made sure to always message you when you’re apart. Eventually, you had to tell him to just be himself and to stop taking advice from relationship blogs.

Please give this boy all the love in the world, and he’ll return it tenfold—albeit with a flustered stutter and pink cheeks.

🔥 Quincy 🔥

As the future Lord of the Underworld, Quincy’s quick to let others know of his position as a devil. Bow before him because it’s either his way or the highway.

He has high hopes for you and even higher hopes for himself.

Quincy will be especially impressed if you’re forward and confident in the relationship, but if you’re not that’s fine. It just means he’ll have to take the lead, which is obviously the best course of action, right? His judgement is flawless!

Just know that if anyone messes with his beloved manager, he’ll have no problem putting a curse on the unfortunate soul who decided to bother you. It’s all in good fun, so don’t worry about those silly humans who are now suffering under the weight of a heavy enchantment.

“Looks like my finger slipped. Guess you’ll have to use your puny brain to figure a way out of that. Hmph!” (Based on that cocky smirk, you’d say he’s quite satisfied with his work.)

He may even teach you a few things about the different types of magic, as he wants you to be as good as he is. Oh, but not too good! Quincy prides himself on his skills far too much to let anyone surpass him.

Every now and then, he’ll tease you about anything and everything—no matter how insignificant it is. Maybe you were late to clock in and Nyang Lead Manager scolded you, or perhaps you accidentally forget your lunch. Either way, he’s going to poke fun at those mishaps.

“Ehh? How could you forget when I reminded you earlier? Well, I suppose you can have some of my lunch. ...If you can handle it, that is.”

Spicy food is his life. He probably participates in those challenges at restaurants just to prove that he can absolutely own the competition.

Petition to get Quincy on Hot Ones.

If you’re also a fan of spicy things, it’ll be a contest to see who can handle the most spice. He ends up winning most of the time, but that’s mainly just because he’s a devil who’s used to scorching heat.

If you aren’t, he’ll be pleased to hold the title as someone who can handle extreme foods really well.

Quincy doesn’t like wasting his time on anything small, so there will always be a purpose behind what he does.

Your dates are quite the colorful variety, ranging from spending the day mixing up new elixirs to sharing stories about the Underworld. One day he’d like to show you around if you’re up for it, but the scenery might take some getting used to.

He’ll ensure that you’re never bored by dragging you around to do whatever the two of you deem exciting. When you get to relax from purifying vengeful spirits, you might find yourselves in the human world disguised under the deceptive properties of Humanizer to visit amusement parks, food vendors, and even occult shops.

The relationship is upbeat, and it keeps you on your toes. You’re never going to feel bored again with Quincy around.

Despite his teasing remarks and overflowing pride, Quincy values you a lot, and when it’s just the two of you he’ll be very endearing. It tends to catch you off guard; one minute he’s laughing about messing with Sian and the next he’s moving in to steal a quick kiss.

You’ll have to deal with any reptiles or insects that happen to cross his path, as he can’t stand them. But if you can’t handle them either, then you’ll seek out Jamie. At least he can keep them safe from Kirr and Aitachi. And from your spooked boyfriend, who wants those critters out of his sight.

Quincy will remind you to come to him if you’re ever worried over something. His advice may not be the most ground-breaking, but it’s the thought that counts. He’s willing to spend hours giving you a friendly pep-talk, and you’re bound to come out of your gloom with a fresh perspective.

☀️ Ell ☀️

He’s a ball of energetic sunshine, so be ready for a very fun, joyful relationship!

Ell always puts you first, ensuring your happiness and well-being.

Honesty is key in this relationship, and that’s mainly because he can’t lie due to his constant sneezing.

And that’s okay because he has nothing to lie about anyways! He doesn’t want to hide anything from you; he’d rather you know than try to keep it a secret.

Imagine all of the cute dates! The both of you could go to bakeries and and sweet shops to try all sorts of delicious treats. Ell would be fond of anything sugary, insisting on playfully feeding you while you’re out in public. Or the two of you could visit craft stores so he can get more supplies for his needle felting.

He’s very big on PDA. Expect lots of hand-holding, random hugs, and kisses on the cheek—even around others when you least expect it. He’ll always smile at you, commenting on how charming you look when you blush at his sudden displays of affection.

Though he’ll try his best to tone it down if Nyang Lead Manager says something about it during work hours. He’ll quietly whine and protest as he tries to explain that it’s hard to resist. He just loves you so much! His complaints tend to get cut off once he starts to sneeze, though.

Along with gifting you his needle felting creations, he’ll also play the lyre for you. He’d be so excited to show you all of the beautiful music it can make. Sometimes he’ll play a few soothing melodies if you have trouble falling asleep.

Speaking of sleep, he adores cuddling. You’ll probably wake up each morning with him clinging to you, the blanket cast aside.

If you’re fond of taking photos, he’ll let you use the light from his halo to brighten the pictures. It makes for a perfect ring light, and he doesn’t mind others wanting to use it. After all, Licht and Kati like to use it for their SNS, so you should too.

If you’re ever having a bad day, Ell will be there to make it better. He’ll do all sorts of things for you, hearing you out when you vent to him about what’s bothering you and even attempting to make a few tiny miracles happen. Anything for his favorite person in the world!

There are times when he feels down as well, but it’s not for long. You’ll always be there to cheer him up. He’s fortunate that you have the patience to help him put his negative emotions into words, and you’ll even sit through all of the times he sneezes. For that, he’s very grateful.

His heart beats faster and he gets bashful when you praise him, but he’ll always fire back with plenty of genuine compliments so you won’t feel left out. There’s lots of love to go around.

Overall, the relationship is so sweet and enjoyable. Ell makes sure there’s never a dull moment when you’re with him, and he truly believes that the two of you will be together for a long time.

He loves you with all of his angelic heart.

“I wish we could spend more time together, but Nyang Lead Manager is giving us so much work. It’s really not—achoo!”

💊 Verine 💊

At first, Verine wonders if the reason you chose to be near him is because of the desire to protect such a sickly Soul Reaper. It bothers him to no end, as he does his best to stay strong despite always having to take different medicines and vitamins.

Once he realizes that you’re not there to pester him about his health, he’s pleasantly surprised. He’s used to others giving him looks of pity, so when you offer your support he can’t help but feel warm inside.

It actually takes him quite a while to confess; the stress of it all was like attempting to find the correct medicine for a specific ailment.

Still, he manages to push his self-consciousness aside in favor of his heart’s wishes, and it succeeds! Luckily for him, since Verine believed his chances were very slim.

While Mori considers him to be a paper doll, you think the opposite. Your boyfriend may be physically weak, but he’s got a strong will and is incredibly gentle with you.

Even if he acts like the presences of others disturbs him, he’s actually quite happy to be near the Soul Reapers. He’s always interacting with the Reapers in Diluculo, but he finds that your company is by far the best.

Most of your dates consist of staying indoors, since Verine doesn’t like the overwhelming temperatures of the outside world. (Occasionally, he’ll sacrifice his comfort so that you can enjoy the outdoors every now and then.)

However, the two of you still find plenty of things to do while inside. From watching your favorite films to assisting Verine with his medicinal herb garden, a lot of these cozy dates are quite serene.

He loves it when you cook his favorite foods. Any meal prepared by your loving hands is a gift he treasures—so much so that he thoroughly believes it’ll heal his aches and pains. Sometimes he doesn’t know how to return the gesture, so you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t need anything. Just his love is enough, and that makes him smile a bit.

Verine is touch-starved since most of his living life was spent in a hospital bed and the only contact he ever received was from doctors checking his vitals. So he’s always eager to let you hug and kiss him.

He might not be into cuddling at first only because he’s afraid his constant coughing will disrupt the calm atmosphere, but once you explain that that doesn’t bother you he’s willing to give it a try. He ends up liking it more than he thought he would, which results in lazy days where the two of you just nap in each other’s arms.

He’ll always be there for you no matter what, and he checks to make sure you’re healthy. Your physical and mental health is very important to him.

If the the two of you ever get into a disagreement, he may bottle up his true feelings for the sake of pacifying you. In the end, both of you talk through it, and this allows Verine to slowly but surely open up about how he really feels.

Verine might keep a lot of his emotions to himself when around the others, but with you he doesn’t have to.

“Ah, I must’ve fainted again. I really am useless.”

When he gets like that, just tell this sweetheart he’s in no way useless. He’s perfect in your eyes, even with his coughing and eternal illnesses, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sizhuyu · 3 years

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I’m not sure if you do platonic relationships since I can’t find any in the rules. I want to request a male reader who was the older brother of Wei Ying and treated him the kindness and love he deserves but then got killed by the Wens during his reign as the Yiling Patriarch. Then the reader reincarnates into a man who has very identical features from his past body. So the reader goes on a journey to find their younger brother and eventually the reader does find Wei Ying again. Also when the reader reunites with Wei Ying they have this emotional reunion of seeing each other again!

Long overdue request!! And yes I could try this.. And I love thissss! So here is to your request! ( longest fic I have ever written.. )

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ I Finally Found you Brother ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You and Wei Wuxian always had a strong relationship. You both were adopted by Jiang Fengmian and studied in Gusu together with Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang. Had been quite the troublemakers. You always thought your brother had developed a liking towards Lan Wangji and you. Of course helped them get together but your brother had no clue... Thankfully Lan Wangji took the hint and tried his best to show your clueless brother... THAT HE LIKES HIM. "A-Xian! How is it with Lan er-gongzi?~" You say to him but.. "Oh it was so boring! He doesn't talk or whatever! But the perfect target for pranks!" You were dumbfounded on how clueless your own brother is toward Lan Wangji's feelings. You feel bad for the boy to be honest.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ When Jiang Cheng lost his core☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

Your brother pleaded Wen Qing to transfer his golden core to jiang Cheng but you interfered and offered yours instead.

"Are you serious?! You both are insane! The process is painful and almost unbearable! You won't survive!" Says Wen Qing to the both of you.

"Well... What about 50%? Jiang Cheng needs a golden core more than I do."

"Ge..." Wei Wuxian tears up

"F-FINE!" Wen Qing and you have developed a strong friendship but she was against this crazy idea but you insisted.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ When you transferred your golden core ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You felt so much pain during the process... But you don't regret it at all. Jiang Cheng was tricked into meeting Baoshan Sanren. Wei Wuxian cried during the process of seeing you in pain. When you were done, you went down the mountain and saw a little bi- I Mean! Wen Chao. "Oh? The older Wei is here? What a coincidence!" Wen Chao just laughs as you held in your pain "Wen Zhuliu! Melt his core!" You start running but Wen Zhuliu caught you "Oh? Trying to run away?? COWARD!" Wang Lingjiao just laughs with Wen Chao "I hear a drunk dog and a bratty hyena." you say to them "Oh hohoho so thats-" Wen Chao was interrupted by you as you said "What are you now? Santa Claus?" You insult him "You little.." Wang Lingjiao kicks you in your stomach. And since you don't have your golden core, and not to mention.. You just got through the procedure of pain. "Bring him with us." Wen Chao orders Wen zhuliu to carry you by your arm as they land on.. "The burial mounds?!" You exclaim as they laugh like animals. "Nobody has come here, and nobody ever survived! Your dead!" Wen Chao grabs your messed up hair and whispered one last thing to you "Burn in hell Wei Y/N." As he threw you down.

When you woke up you saw lots and lots of resentful energy dancing around you calling your name. You didn't know you were already absorbing the resentful energy. With this new found power, you can take revenge on the Wens.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Battle between Lan, jiang and Wens☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

You arrived quite late you must say. Your brother was badly wounded and in shock you died.. And so was the others.. "Looks like it's my turn." You say before putting your Dizi to your lips and play a menacing tune. "Who's that?" Jiang Cheng asks as he and the others stare at the figure with red eyes and and long robes. The dead bodies emerge with new life and the others ready their stances as the zombies rush at the Wen's

You stop playing the flute when it was just Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu left.. "W-who are you?!" Wen Chao crawls back at your presence "Oh? Don't remember me?" He recognized your voice... "Wei Y/N?!.. How.. You died!!" He shouted in horror as you are standing before him as you laugh. "Took you awhile to remember." Wen Chao being the coward he is calls for Wen Zhuliu. You grab his arm and twist it "What a loyal dog we have here!" You shout "Y-You-" After realizing who he is facing with... "That's right! It's me, Wei Y/N." they all gasp as you announce your presence. “Y/N-ge?! They said you were dead!” Wei Wuxian shouts “They were right, I did die but in the same time I did not.” Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian were absolutely relived you were safe. “Wen Chao.. You evil son of a gun. You will pay!” You played your flute rapidly and Wang Lingjiao’s corpse lunges at Wen Chao. “Help me! Wen Zhuliu!!” He cries “His name must taste good in your mouth hm? How about..” You ordered Wang Lingjiao to stop as you cut of his tongue “That will make you shut up.” You also broke Wen Chao’s and Wen Zhuliu’s golden core. You then ordered Wang Lingjiao to attack him once more. “Ge! Stop this!” Your younger brother screams but you didn’t listen. Your brother may be shamless and carefree but now.. He didn’t want this. Jiang Cheng on the other hand laughs like a maniac as other watch in horror. You collect the remaining resentful energy and walked to your little brothers. "A-Cheng, a-Xian, long time no see. Did you miss me?" You smile and the green fire died and corpses fell to the ground. "Ge.." Wei Wuxian's tears began to flow again as he jumped to your arms "Don't leave ever again! Got that?! DON'T." Jiang Cheng says as he joins the hug while you rub their backs to comfort them.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ First meet in Wen refugee camp for Wen's ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ ( No, a-Yuan belongs to Wangxian and it shall stay that way. Instead I take place because I want in on the fun )

You meet Wen Qing again when you stroll around Yunmeng "Wei-gongzi!! Help me!" She shouts as you run to help her "Wen Qing! What happened?!" You ask as her face was all scrunched up and dirt and soot covered her face "W-Wen Ning! Grandma Wen! Uncle four..." Tears roll down her face as she says almost every name of the Wen's who are in danger "They all might die! Please help us!" She pleads with you as you agree to help her and when she showed you exactly what she meant.. The people at this point you could compare them to a skeleton ( Sorry if I offended people ). The Jin's were ruthless.. They were whipping some elderly women and some they made them trip and fall. And mind you but it was a cold and rainy night they might catch a cold! "Stop!" You say as the Jins pause for a minute "Or what? Wei Y/N... You can't kill us!" The audacity of some of the people.. "Grandma!!" You hear from the other side and you see a grandma protecting a little girl as one of the Jins raise their sword at them "Die in hell!!" he says as you run to block him from hurting the 2 "People like you hurt the innocent, they did nothing during the war! What makes you have the right to make them suffer!?" You shout at them "Their Wen dogs that's why!" One of them shouts and other agree. This time nobody stopped you from protecting all the Wens in Qiongqi path.. "Wen Ning!" Wen Qing shouts as she found her brother while you help the other Wen's stand up "Wen Ning!.." He was dead. No heartbeat, no movement.. You were too late. But not really to late, the resentful energy was absorbed by Wen Ning and he came back to life! "Wen Ning!" Wen Qing shout but he didn't listen "Wen Qionglin!" You shout at him and he stops. "W-Wei... Gongzi.." He says as he regains his conscious. "Wen Qing, everyone. We will go to Yling since Yunmeng is out of the question. We can stay there." You announce as they nod. "Ge! What are you doing!?" Wei Wuxian shouts from above "Wei Y/N! What are you planning?!" Jin bast- I mean! Jin Guangshan shouts at you, clearly mad about the whole situation of his slaves leaving him. "A-Xian, a-Cheng.. I'm sorry.." and you left them breaking your promise.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ In Yling where you all settled in ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

"Y/N-ge!" Wen Xiaoyue shouts as she jumps to your arms "Woah! You're getting heavier!" You laugh "Are you saying I'm fat?.." Xiaoyue's big smile turned into a small pout accompanied with tears in her eyes "No! No! It's a good thing!" And you wipe her tears. "Y/N-ge! There are some people outside the barriers one looks like Y/N-ge and there was 2 other boys. Should I get them?" You immediately knew who who she was talking about.. "Yes, bring them here. I'll be waiting!"

Xiaoyue runs quite fast since she ate too much sugar.. She brings down every barrier with no sweat "Hi!" She finally brings down the last barrier "Really? So the cultivation world is scared of a mere child?" Jiang Cheng looks at Lan Wangji "Hmph!" She kicks jiang Cheng where it hurts =D ( *Not* Sorry Jiang Cheng ) "Watch your mouth purple man." * Que the purple guy xd * "My name is Wen Xiaoyue!" She smiles at them "Follow me to Y/N-ge!" They follow Xiaoyue and Wei Wuxian carries Jiang cheng ( because I kick hard in real life too ) as they reach you "Y/N-ge!!" She hugs you again "Hi guys! And what happened to Jiang Cheng?.." You ask your brother "That brat kicked me in my-" Jiang Cheng was interrupted when Xiaoyue gave him a death glare with a evil smile "basically she kicked him where it hurt the most." Lan Wangji said while Wei Wuxian laughs "She kicks hard right? I am proud to say Jiang Cheng is the 4rth victim of Xiaoyue." You smirk at finally someone felt your paino "Anyways.. Why are you here?" You say as you carry Xiaoyue in your arms "Oh we wanted to check up on you ge!" Wei Wuxian says to you with a smile as you all begin to talk on what happened and Xiaoyue jumps down from your arms "I will go play with a-Yuan!" ( Wen Yuan eats quite long and Xiaoyue eats fast okay? ) You nod and continue with your conversation with your brothers and brother-to-be.

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Fall of the Yling Laozu ( burial mounds siege )☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

During the start of the siege even after Wen Qing and Wen Ning and others sacrificed themselves they still are after you.. "A-Yue! A-Yuan!" You call as the 2 children ( not siblings ) "Y/N-ge!" They cry "Why did everyone leave?" Wen Yuan asks you and you feel their foreheads "You guys have fever!" You say at them "It was cold at night.." Xiaoyue answers. You sigh and give them medicine and food, you hear shouting outside "Shoot.." You tell the children to hide and so they did as you go outside "Why are you here?" You ask the people "We are here to kill you!" A young cultivator says. You laugh as the battle commences. "A-Yuan let's go!" Xiaoyue cries "Mn.." He grabs her hand and they went outside all the barriers "Xiaoyue?! What are you doing?" Wei Wuxian asks them "Y/N-ge is fighting with some people and we hear metal.. Help him please!" Xiaoyue begs Wei Wuxian "Lan Zhan, Carry the both of them back to Gusu or Yunmeng. Make sure they are safe." Lan Zhan nods and carries them both back to Gusu.

"Ge! stop it!" Wei Wuxian joins in the battle "A-Y/N! Enough!" Yanli joins in "JIe?! What are you doing here?!" Jiang Cheng asks her "Is it bad I want to protect my family from further harm?" She asks Jiang Cheng "Ge! Xiaoyue and a-Yuan is scared! They need you! Snap out of it!" Wei Wuxian shouts "Shut up Wei Wuxian! Wei Y/N is out of control! I told you he couldn't handle it!!" Jin Guangshan bursts out "No one talks to my brother that way!" You play the flute and Wei Wuxian runs to you Yanli follows but you called Wen Ning at the wrong time... "Wei Wuxian!!!" Jiang Cheng and Yanli shout out "A-Xian!" You run up to your brother "Ge.. I'm fine-" He coughs out blood "No your not.." Tears run down your face "Enough ge.. Stop it.." Wei Wuxian still coughing blood says to you "Okay.." You stop the fight and a cultivator swings his sword high "Die Yling laozu!" You block it with your Dizi. "Shut up.." You say to him as you kill him. "Bandage a-Xian, jie.. Please.." She does and Jiang Cheng and Yanli goes to the physician. "A-Xian is hurt badly.. A-Xian.." You say bringing your hand to your hair "Ha..Haha... Damn you all!!" you say and your last words were "I'm sorry, a-Cheng, Jie, a-Yue, a-Yuan.. I have to leave you." You fall down until your body wasn't found... "Ge.. Why did you leave?..." Wei Wuxian asks himself

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Ressurection ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

( me and a-Yuan remember each other but not everything else but we have some flashbacks when we see something familiar or we hear something about the Yling laozu )

ages :

Sizhui, Xiaoyue, Jingyi, Zizhen : 16

Jin Ling : 14

Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan, Nie Huaisang : 37

Yanli, Xichen, Mingjue : 38-42(?)

Mo Xuanyu : 21

You woke up in a shed with white and red rouge on your face "What-" A foot stomps on your temple "Hmph! How dare you tell on me?! Lunatic!" You hear a sh- I mean! a 'LoVeLy' voice "Yea! How dare you tell on the young master!" A another voice chimes in "Your just a damn bastard!" Young master Mo says to you “Ha.. Do you know who you just kicked down?” You say to him as you slap him “T-this isn’t over! Mo Xuanyu! You will pay!!” The servant shouts and you grin to yourself “My, my! He’s weak as hell!” You look down to the floor and see the sacrifice ritual written in human blood, tailsmans on the floor, some rogue in the floor for no reason. “Oh?” You say as you look at your arm “Looks like I can’t leave yet hm?” You ride on the donkey and ride to Mo manor

☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆ Meeting you again ☆*: .｡. .｡.:*☆

“And so I would like you to please ged rid of the evil spirts trying to kill our people at night, esteemed cultivators.” Lady Mo asks the 3 juniors. “Don’t worry miss, as long as all of you stay inside and not touch or bring any of the flags. All of you will be saved.” Xiaoyue speaks to the Lady Mo and sips a cup of tea “Yes, like what Xiaoyue said. Everyone should stay inside for the night while the 3 of us work on excorsing the spirits.” Sizhui adds. ( they don’t remeber everyone but they remember each other okay? Refering to Xiaoyue and Sizhui. I wanted to tag along since I can’t let you have all the fun now can I? ) Wei Y/N ( you ) listened to their conversation. At night everyone went to sleep but not everyone.. Young master Mo was one of the hard-headed people stayed up and got one of the flags from the flag formation “Haha.. Mo Xuanyu.. You will die tonight!” He announces, but you were already outside “Hm? This guy is the real lunatic.. Those Lans already warned you.” You cross your arms. Young master Mo fell to the ground absorbing the resentful energy “Oh no..” You say as Xiaoyue turns her head at the noise and sees... “Mo-gongzi! Please stay inside-“ She was interrupted when the man lunges to her. “Sizhui I will deal with this.” She says as she brings out her sword “I’m sorry Mo-gongzi.. But you didn’t listen.” As she pushes forward “Be careful Yuyu!” Sizhui tells her. “Your finished.” As she freezes him with a single strike “You still cease to amaze me when you freeze opponents Xiaoyue.” Jingyi tells her “Thanks and..” She walks up to where you hid “What are you doing?” You scream causing everyone to wake up “Mo Xuanyu! What is the meaning-“ Lady Mo gasps as she saw her (trashy) son “My son!” She cries and calls his name “You! You couldn’t even protect a child!” She points at Xiaoyue whose name seems familiar.. “Child? He was like... 17? Perhaps? Ans he’s a ‘child’ despite his age he acts like a 3 year old.” You tell her and Jingyi just tries to hold his laugh. You hear the wind rustle and push Lady Mo away. “What are you doing?!” She tells you and she sees the servant already going to choke her “Everyone! Stay inside!” Sizhui tells them as they do as what they are told, afraid for their lives. You hear the sound of a Dizi and a flute combined “This must be..” The 3 look up “Hanguang-jun! Senior-Wei!” They run to the pair “How was the mission?” He pats their heads “Good, but 2 people died in the latter.” Jingyi reports “Wait..” Your younger brother spots the sleeves of the corpses “It’s right ( or left ) arm is missing..” He examines the corpse “Check if anybody else is outside, they might be possesed by the spirit.” At just at the moment he said that, Lady Mo attacked him but Lan Wangji blocked her struming the strings of the Guqin “Are you okay Wei Ying?” Wei Wuxian nods at the man which is.. Lan Wangji?! You take a look around to see if you can escape but Xiaoyue found you again.. “Mo-gongzi, I thought we told you to stay inside.” She says to you and the 2 older men stare at you “Ge..” Wei Wuxian’s tears began to form “It’s me a-Xian.” You open your arms wide to hug your little brother “We thought you died..” He tells you “I was summoned, I’m happy to see you again a-Xian.” The both of you cried in each others arms until the next morning you had alot on your plate to catch up on.. “You remember Lan Zhan right? And Lan Xichen? I married Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng is in a relationship with Xichen!” He announces as you spit your tea out “Really?! Congrats!” You say to them “Oh and.. a-Yue! A-Yuan! Come over here!” The 2 of them walked towards you “Introduce yourselves.” Lan Wangji tells them “Lan Yuki, used to be Wen Yuki courtesy name Lan Xiaoyue.” She bows “Lan Yuan, used to be Wen Yuan courtesy name Lan Sizhui.” He too bows to you “A-Yuan.. A-Yue..” The memories start to flow to your brain as you remembered the 2 and what had happened “We missed you, Y/N-ge.” You tear up seeing the children you took in all grown up “I missed you guys too..” And the both of them and Wei Wuxian hugs you while tearing up again

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stereden · 4 years

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Author commentary: THE BOYS FINALLY BREAKING DOWN IN SHANKS CABIN PLEASE AND THANK YOU

One of my all time favourite scenes and also one of the ones where I made myself cry writing it xD

Buggy’s breakdown had been planned from the very first moment Buggy appeared at Marineford: even without that particular clusterfuck, Buggy had just spent months in Impel Down with no news of his crew, then had to deal with the nerve wracking experience that is Monkey D. Luffy and the escape of Impel Down itself, which, honestly, would be enough to give any reasonable person a nervous breakdown (hence why it had no effect whatsoever on Luffy)

But then came Marineford, and with it multiple triggers and aggravating factors for Buggy.

Psychological/emotional factors, first: having all these escaped prisoners look to him for leadership; the realisation that his captain had had a kid and never told them; the realisation that the Rogers gathered to save the kid but couldn’t be bothered to come and save him; the setting, much too reminiscent to Loguetown and Roger’s death; a kid being held responsible for his father’s sins; the emotional toll of having oversensitive Haki and being in the middle of the biggest battlefield ever, bigger even than Edd War had been; seeing the Rogers again for the first time since Roger’s death; seeing Crocus again, with everything that happened there; being alone until Rockstar makes it there; being terrified of being recognised and hunted down again; the parallels between Roger’s death and Newgate’s attempt at going out in a blast of glory while allowing his kids to escape

Add in the physical factors: a battlefield full of giants on both side; Devil fruits aplenty rewriting the laws of physics; too much noise; too many smells; the very buildings being liable to collapse at any moment because of Devil Fruit fuckery; Buggy’s own physical state being... very not good after Impel Down; Buggy being very aware of just how small a fish he is compared to everyone else there...

Buggy’s breakdown was sealed in stone long before he decided to step in between Akainu and his prey - that part just made it even worse than it would have been. Add in Sengoku targetting him, then Blackbeard getting a bit too interested, and the fact that Buggy didn’t have a panic attack right there and then is a testament to his survival instincts, honestly.

Now Shanks, Shanks on the other hand would have been mostly fine if Buggy hadn’t been in danger. It sounds callous, putting it like this, but it’s definitely Buggy’s role in it that pushed him over the edge. Sure, he would have been very worried about Luffy, and probably would have had a heart attack or ten, but he would be nowhere as badly off as he was with Buggy in the middle of things - and, he would probably have been even more worried but a lot less on the edge of a flashback himself if it hadn’t been broadcasted.

Because this whole thing, this is way too similar to what happened to them when they were kids and being hunted down by Roger’s enemies. Having Buggy be in danger, be hurt while Shanks can do nothing but watch, is the worst form of torture, a reminder of those years they got separated and Buggy went through hell without Shanks being there to help him. And, unlike with Luffy where he can at least somewhat trust that Newgate’s people won’t let the reckless brat die on them, if only for Ace’s sake... He has no such assurances in Buggy’s case, with the exception of Rockstar, who he couldn’t be sure had made it to Marineford until he showed up on the screen. Until he saw Rockstar, he had absolutely zero assurance that someone out there was watching Buggy’s back. Worse, he knows Buggy is this close to a breakdown and has no guarantee that he’ll be able to keep it at bay until Shanks can get there. And then Buggy, who’s not exactly a crack shot with a gun, is suddenly facing a rampaging Akainu with only a gun in hand, and he somehow manages the perfect shot, but then Sengoku is about to attack him and then Blackbeard, and yeah, no, that does it, Shanks is done with everything.

Now on to the breakdown proper (after six huge paragraphs of what led to the breakdown itself xD)

It was very important for me that the breakdown take place privately, in a space that feels safe for both of them: so, of course, it had to happen in Shanks’ cabin. Not only is it isolated and you would have to go through every single Akagami + Force and Speed in order to get to them, this is a space that is basically infused with Shanks presence, which would have a soothing and comforting effect for Buggy.

They both really, really needed a hug, so of course that’s the first thing that happens in that scene. Physical reassurrance that the other is real, is here and alive.

It was also important that, while Shanks was also on edge and about to have his own breakdown, Buggy had his first: he’d been pretending to be fine for too long, but now his mask is breaking, and Shanks has already proven himself to be very, very good at pushing his own breakdown aside to care for those he loves (see: Smiling at Luffy and comforting him despite just getting his entire arm bitten off by a giant seamonster). And Shanks, objectively, has been through less, emotionally and physically speaking, than Buggy, and the best way for Shanks to help himself right now is to help Buggy.

The shower scene just had to happen, because I’m a sucker for someone crying fully clothed in the shower and someone else stepping in to comfort them scenes.

The fact that they maintain physical contact during the entire scene is very much deliberate. They are both very much codependent and tend to touch all the time whenever they meet up, but this is compounded by Buggy having just spent months alone in an unsafe environment where any touch meant pain. Buggy is very much touchstarved, and also needs the grounding effect of Shanks’ touch to prevent himself from spiralling or dissociating. In return, Shanks very much needs the reassurance that Buggy is right there, alive and breathing despite everything that happened.

Same for the sleep schedule and nightmares: it’s in part a return to habits they got while on the run (one sleeping, one keeping watch for enemies, which also means someone being there to wake you up if you’re having a nightmare) and also a way to help each other through the nightmares that they’re both going to have for a long time after this mess.

I’m also a sucker for non-sexual intimacy, so that added to that part as well.

The thing is, while both of them have crews that they love and who love them right back, and who can and do support them and help them as much as they can, the fact remain that, most of the time, the only person that can really help them is each other. It’s not just the shared past and shared trauma, though that plays a role as well; it’s also a matter of a. unconditional trust and b. their position as equal vs their position as captain over their own crews. Even if they’re not too big on authority and hierarchy within their own crews, the fact remains that their nakama are their responsabilities and they don’t want to burden them with their problem or feel like their crew needs to protect them when it’s their jobs to protect their crews.

(And also, maybe, not wanting their crews to go on a murder spree on their behalf, but that’s another matter entirely)

So the only person they can really go to when they reach their limit is each other, but because of circumstances (cough cough Garp throwing a tantrum cough cough) they hadn’t been able to see each other in person in over three years. Denden calls help, but they’re not the same. So it’s not just Impel Down and Marineford and seeing the Rogers that just hit them, it’s also over three years without seeing each other and being able to help each other through memories and nightmares both.

One of the things I really wanted to get through with this scene is that there’s no shame in having emotions, nor in expressing them - expressing your emotions is healthy! No toxic mascuilinity here, no sire! Not expressing them in a situation where it could be dangerous is one thing, but you are allowed to be vulnerable and need help and ask for it.

This is probably a much longer commentary than you expected haha but I hope you enjoyed it!

#stereden talks #one piece #dvd commentary #stereden writes #buggy the clown #akagami no shanks #Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud)#the breakdown scene #yes i made myself cry writing that particular scene #Anonymous

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whitestaghere · 3 years

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I'm here - Edmund Pevensie x reader (Chapter 5)

Here's chapter 5 everyone! I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry I took a while with this one. Had a busy schedule. Enjoy ❤️

Edmund's Pov

I don't get it..

"Ed?"

How does she have such an effect on me?

"Ed?"

The way she blushed looking at me.

"ED??! "

Gosh relax Ed. You're loosing it.

"HELLO?! EARTH TO EDMUND?!" Peter yelled flicking me on the forehead.

I snapped out of my thoughts whincing at the pain.

"Ouch! What was that for?!

Peter squinted his eyes at me.

"Sorry. I wasn't listening.." I furrowed my eyebrows, still rubbing my forehead.

"Yeah, I noticed.." he gave me a look. "Well as I was saying, while YOU were busy daydreaming.."

I rolled my eyes at him, "yeah?"

"You know y/n's last name right?"

"Yeah, y/l/n.."

"Okay then," he stood up. "That's all we need. We could ask around if anyone is familiar with y/l/n and find her whereabouts."

I nodded my head.

It was that easy. I looked at y/n sitting in the living room laughing along with Susan and Lucy.

She'd be so happy.

Smiling to myself I spoke up, "well then.. what are we waiting for?"

With that, we got ready to leave.

Y/n's Pov

"We'll be off now.." Peter walked in along with Edmund.

Lucy shot up blocking Peter's path, "where are you both going?"

Peter ruffled her hair, "to go find y/n's home." He looked at me, "don't worry. We'll find it. It's actually easier than it seems."

I smiled nodding my head, "I'll come with you.."

Peter looked over at Edmund as if asking for permission. To which Ed replied with a slight nod.

"We'll join too, I'll go get my coat," Susan got up walking to her room.

Soon enough, we all set out.

Walking around, we would stop once in a while to ask anyone if they'd heard of me or my family before.

Eachtime.

Every response would be a no.

Shrugs, apologies, sorrowful looks.

You can imagine.. this going on for a couple of hours.

Timeskip >>>

My bad luck, was it?

We came back. With absolutely no luck.

Everyone looked so exhausted.

I couldn't help but feel bad. For taking them around, only to come back with no hopes of finding my home.

Looking down at my feet I mumbled a sorry, though loud enough for them to hear.

Susan layed a hand on my shoulder, "it's okay.. maybe today wasn't our day. But we'll find it for sure.."

Peter only smiled walking towards his room, "go wash up.. let's get dinner and take some rest."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Well.. all except for me.

I just turned around the second they made their way to their rooms. Hearing them say that it's okay, just made me feel more guilty.

Lost in thought I didn't even hear someone call my name. Feeling a light tap on my shoulder I turned around.

Edmund.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

I nodded my head slowly.

He came a bit closer.

"Doesn't seem like it is.. are you sure?"

I looked away. Feeling a slight pain at the back of my head.

He came closer observing my face.

For a second, locking eyes together I could see the concern in them. I backed away a little only to have my back hit the wall.

Edmund held my hands chuckling, "careful there love.."

Again. Oh that nickname.

Looking down at our intertwined hands he began to trace small circles with his thumb. He brought his eyes back to me and smiled.

Slowly, he leaned in.

Oh. My. God. Is. H-

My face began to heat up.

I tried turning away to hide my blush.

Suddenly the pain in the back of my head increased. I couldn't help but whince.

Holding my head in my hands I felt my vision get blurry.

Edmund backed away at once and grabbed my shoulders.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, just a h-headache.."

Looking back at him everything was in blur.

"Ed I-"

My vision turned black.

Edmund's Pov

She held her head, clearly looking in pain.

I began to panic.

"Y/n? Are you okay?

"Y-yeah, just a h-headache.."

She looked back at me, "Ed I-"

And suddenly she collapsed.

Falling straight into my arms I tried to steady her.

"Y/N?! Y/N? What's wrong?!!"

No response.

"PETER, SUSAN, LU!! HELP! FAST!!"

Lucy came in first, "what's wr-" she widened her eyes in shock, "Y/N!!!"

I lifted y/n, Lucy me helping me lay her on the couch.

"SUSAN, PETER!"

The two came in just after, "what happened??!," Susan rushed toward the couch kneeling down in front of it.

"Is she sick?" she put her hand on her forehead trying to check her temperature.

Peter went back into the kitchen coming back with a glass of water.

I gently patted her cheek, "y/n? Y/n? Please wake up... come on.. please."

Peter sprinkled some water on her face gently. Lucy held my arm, "is she going to be okay?

I couldn't form any words. All I wanted was for y/n to wake up.

"She'll be okay Lu, she's just unconscious.." Susan put a hand on my shoulder.

Looking at her she gave me a warming smile. She probably sensed the worry in me.

"What happened?" Peter looked at me.

"I don't really know Pete. One second she was fine, but then the next she collapsed. Although she did say she had a headache.."

She moved a little bit whining.

"Take her to Lucy's room.. let her get some rest."

I nodded in agreement slowly picking her up.

Timeskip >>>

Y/n's Pov

Flashback

I found myself in my room. On my bed. I was in the clothes that I had worn the day I ended up at Edmund's house.

Getting up, I observed my surroundings. Walking out of my room I called out for my mom.

"Mom... hey mom?" I saw a note on the kitchen table.

Sweetie if you're reading this, I'm off to your aunt's house. She's very ill. With uncle matt not home, she has no one to look after her. I'm sorry for leaving without telling you, but I didn't want to wake you up. I prepared you food for the week and left some money in the cookie jar. I'll be back by Tuesday morning. Lock the doors and stay safe. I love you - Mom.

I smiled.

Guess I'm alone for the weekend.

Suddenly I heard the sound of my doorbell. Walking upto it I slowly opened it. My mistake. I would never look through the window before opening the door.

My smile dropped the second I saw them.

Claire. Yep my school bully.

She had come along with two of her other friends. Before I could close the door in her face, she shoved her foot between the door.

"Oh not so fast darling.. I'm here to teach you a lesson."

Opening the door, she grabbed my hair and turned me to face her, "who do you think you are.. to talk back to me?" She tugged my hair harder this time.

I whinced in pain.

"Huh? What makes you think you can do that?" the other girls just snickered.

I felt the tears build up. But no, I wasn't going to show that side of me. No. Not today.

Clenching my fist I eyed her. And with a gush of confidence I landed a blow at her stomach.

This was my chance to escape, I made a run for it.

"LITTLE BRAT! GET HER!" I heard her scream.

They were hot at my feet. I ran as fast as possible. But however much I run I feel like their right behind me.

Suddenly one of them grabbed me by my hair again.

Pulling me back I screamed in pain.

"LET ME GO! PLEASE!" As if my day wasn't already stressful enough.

I managed to get my hair out of her grip and set a pace once again.

I ran as far as my feet could take me. Stopping halfway I looked behind me. Letting out a breathy laugh I held my knees panting.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

Oh great. When will this end?

I got ready to run forward only to see one of the girls approaching from the front too.

I couldn't escape.

Looking around in panic, I finally found a way of escape.

Climbing on top of a nearby trashcan, I threw myself over a wooden fence falling into someone's backyard.

I fell knocking my head hard on the ground. I groaned in pain. I tried getting up. But unfortunately couldn't.

My entire body was aching.

Soon enough my vision turned black.

End of flashback.

With a jolt I shot up.

"Ughhh... ah my head," holding my head, I slowly opened my eyes.

"Y/N?! YOU'RE AWAKE!"

"EDMUND!"

Edmund runs upto me, hovering over me and pulling me into his arms.

I threw my arms over his shoulders giggling. He put his weight on me laughing, causing us both to fall backwards onto the bed.

Suddenly all the pain disappeared.

We both looked at eachother laughing.

"You're okay... Y/n, ah I'm so glad you're okay.. I-I-I missed you."

Okay well that was.. a cheesy ending to this chapter xd 😂 And yeah, a pretty long chapter. Well I hope you all enjoyed it <3

To be continued...

#edmund pevensie #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie imagine #king edmund #edmund pevensie x reader #chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #narnia

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Once I'm gone

Rating: M(ature) Warnings: major character death Category: F/M (main couple), Multi (side characters) Fandom: Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin Relationship: Mikasa Ackermann / Eren Jaeger | various side couples Characters: Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackermann, Armin Arlelt, Zeke Jaeger, Hange Zoe, Floch Forster, Ymir, Reiner Braun, Pieck Finger, Historia Reiss, several others will make a cameo Additional Tags: Modern AU | established relationship | toxic behaviour | Eren suffers from Huntington’s disease and tries to settle his matters before he dies | suicial blockhead Eren | aged up characters (by ten years) | suicide tw | depression tw | mental diseases tw | deathly diseases tw | this is clearly not write what you know, but I’m giving my very best to representate the topics as good as I can | this all basically came to me as a fever dream | you remember Thirteen from House, M.D.? I still have a huge crush on her so this version of Eren is greatly inspired by her <3 Language: English (not native, I’m trying my best you guys) Stats: ongoing - Chapter 2/15 - Part 3/3 - 1094 of 2811 words Summary: Eren Jaeger knew for years that he inherited Huntington’s disease from his late mother. When he first notices symptoms on him, his long protected plan, to end his life before reaching the critical state of his illness, awakes. But there is still Mikasa, his girlfriend and the only person in the world he cares about more than about himself, and he can’t leave her alone and grieving. It’s time to find a substitute for when Eren is gone. With the help of a new friend Eren tries to scare away Mikasa while driving her into the arms of someone new.

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His brother, the psychologist - Part 3/3

<<previous

Eren’s mouth flipped open during Armins story. What a chatterbox. “I still don’t get why”, the threw in when Armin had ended. “You are perfectly healthy. Everyone here has got something, that’s really fucked up but someone just thought you were a girl. That’s nothing to commit suicide for.”

Eren heard his brother clucking in protest. “We are not in the position to judge someone! Armin is fighting for every day, just like the others in this room. If you want to be part of this group, you’ll have to learn to open up and accept the stories of everyone neutrally!”

Eren quickly blinked over to his brother then he looked at Armin who finally had his face turned away from the wall and returned his glance. His big blue eyes were watery but other than Reiner he was able to hold back the tears.

“Then let's hear your problem”, Armin muttered between clenched teeth.

Eren sighed. Technically he really wasn’t in the mood for this. It had got nothing to do with anyone what was happening in his head. But the stubborn look on that sissy's guy next to him didn’t let go of him and he knew he wouldn’t shut up until he knew what he wanted to.

“I told my doctor that I’ll kill myself before the illness I’ve got get’s so worse I can’t do it on my own anymore. I can be a chatterbox at times, i should probably have shut my mouth once in my life. Now they’ve sent me here, hoping my great big brother will bring some sense back into me. I don’t think it’s gonna work but who knows?” With a smug grin he crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Armin’s staunch glance right back to him.

Finally it was the blond that ended the staring and looked back between his feet.

“What you’ve got?”, Pieck asked when Eren looked around the circle with no less smug look on his face.

“Huntington”, he said toneless.

Most of them didn’t give him a reaction. He knew what their first query on their smartphones upon leaving this room would be. But Pieck smiled at him pityingly - disgusting.

For a Moment complete silence fell over the room, only the scratching of Zeke's pen on paper was to be heard.

“Good”, he finally said. “Armin was talking to us about his new habit of taking an one hour long walk every day, when we were interrupted. Please, continue telling us. Got some recommendations for nice routes?” Armin didn’t look up. His voice cracked as he started to speak. “I’m always going after university. Usually the same way every time. It totally doesn’t matter where to go, the main point is to move. Listening to music is immensely helpful. I’ve got a playlist for every mood.”

“Oh, your back to university!”, Pieck noted with a huge smile. Eren already had a pretty good image of the person she was, she probably acted as the mom-friend in the group.

Armin nodded and finally looked at her. “Yeah, the summer term started last week.”

Pieck smiled warmly and even Zeke looked pleased. “What Armin said, moving really is the Alpha and Omega. Being active definitely helps pushing away somber thoughts and fresh air helps getting the head empty. Follow Armin’s example, everyone.”

The circle applauded, what Eren thought was absolutely ridiculous and boycotted.

Finally Zeke took a look at his watch and did some other notes on his pad. “Well, time sure flew by today. We weren’t even able to talk about everything I wanted to. But we’ve got a new member around us, what I’m really glad about. I’ll see you all next week, same time, same place.” He placed the clipboard on his thighs and while the other four took their stuff he looked firmly and with contracted eyebrows at Eren. “And please be punctual next time.”

Eren rolled his eyes then he stood up. His glance met Armin who was the first one to leave the room, one hand placed over the lover half of his face. Eren grinned wonky. What a wimp. He still found himself hurrying up, to keep up with him. On the second floor he finally caught up with him. “Hey Armin! Wait a sec’!”

But Armin didn’t slow down and didn’t even look at him. “I have to catch my bus.”

Eren ran after him. “You said it was your third attempt at suicide. Explain it to me, I still don’t get it, you're not lacking anything.”

Armin finally looked at him. His watery eyes were pulled together. “Maybe not physically. But it’s called depression, you insensitive ass.”

Eren was surprised by his fighting back. He continued following Armin as he left the building. “My neurologist always tells me, I also got some. But I don’t believe that. I just wanna kill me before I lose control of my body. Is that so unusual?”

Armin looked at his bottomless. “Pieck could say the same, but she wants to make the best out of her life. Ymir is only still alive because of her girlfriend. Everyone’s dealing differently with a deadly disease.”

“Why did you try it in the first place?”, Eren asked when Armin sat down at the bus stop.

“You’re pretty cligly, aren’t ya?” He laughed with a huff. “When I was eight, I thought about what being dead must be like. My budgie had just died and my mom told me that he had gone to heaven. When I was twelve, the thought about dying still hadn’t left me alone. I took my mom’s lady’s shaver at the tub and cut my wrists. Way not deep enough and the wrong way round, like you can sometimes see it in the movies. When I realized I wouldn’t die from it, I just was full of panic how to explain all the blood to my parents. They sent me to a child psychologist. Since then I didn’t spend a full year without therapy.”

Eren whistled through his teeth. “You’re really quite the gloomy brat, aren’t ya?”

Armin looked at him through narrowed eyes and the tip of his nose had turned red. “You’re feeling really cool, aren’t you?”

Eren grinned back and shrugged.

“There’s my bus. See you next week, Eren Jäger.” Armin stood up and got onto the bus. While walking past the windows, he gave Eren a last bottomless glance, his face in deep reds under his eyes.

Eren scoffed. What a whiny brat. But he liked him.

>>next

__________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Yeah, Eren is very much a dork. I hope I got Pieck's character alright, I know she's got some fierce fans but I really struggled getting behind who she really was though out the series. I love some at the brink of tears - Armin. The next chapters will be more EreMika, I promise xD

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In Hushed Whispers | MLQC Victor

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Reader

Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW

Word Count: 5k

Summary: It started out as a mission, as a wicked game–and then things spiralled out of your control. With a past shrouded in darkness and a need to protect him, will you be strong enough to step into the light?

A/N: I’ve been daydreaming about a Black Swan!MC concept for so long and finally found the willpower write something for it. This was was supposed to be a lot cooler and hateful, but I’m not cool and it’s Victor XD MC’s a producer, but that’s more of a cover, or a surface job.

the title is a quest from DA: Inquisition! I don’t own it, or any of the characters from Mr Love: Queen’s Choice.

(warnings/tags below the cut)

warnings/tags: explicit sexual content, explicit language (mild), Black Swan!Reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, semi?-public sex, the answer is yes, goodbye black swan cuz that D is too good, too much talking (imo) during sex, slight spoilers for chapters 12-13? (and onwards)

It's clear enough to those look closely.

There was an undercurrent of tension in your interactions, in every traded look, in the eyes that tracked each other through the crowds around them. You can see the inquisitive looks they shoot your way, curious and envious, and you can't control the slight quirk of your lips.

You know what they’re probably thinking. They’re not wrong, but they aren’t quite right.

Even as you mingle with the crowd, greeting the elite of Loveland City with a bashful smile fixed in place, you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your head. For someone with such an impeccable poker face, he really isn't all that subtle.

'Or maybe it's just me.'

You barely stifle a grin at the thought, brushing back soft curls before glancing back over your shoulder once more. He stands there, just barely keeping up with the conversation taking place around him, his eyes smoky with discomfort and temper. A sly smile from you prompts him to finally tear his gaze away, and you turn back to the elder couple who had stopped you for a chat. They’ve been watching you watch him curiously, but they only smile knowingly when you give them your full attention.

"Father always spoke very highly of you, Mrs Waldorf," you recall fondly, the wistful twist of your mouth genuine. "He also said Mr Waldorf was quite lucky you found his attempts at poetry endearing."

"That brat was the one who helped me with them!" The mock offence in the elderly man’s tone had all three of you chuckling. You feel the weight of his gaze on you once more, and a flicker of wicked thrill unfurls in you. This conversation, with people who had so clearly been fond of your late father, isn't a forced one, and your smile is far from strained as you excuse yourself from it.

Your dress, sleek and sequined, sways around your legs as you work the room, avoiding people you're not quite in the mood to interact with, and him. It's not as if that you're afraid to face him, because that would be ridiculous; it's just that the thought of looking into those eyes would require acknowledging everything reflected in them.

Victor has never been one to shy away from confrontations, though, and although you have been expecting it with anticipation bubbling in your throat, your confident stride still falters when he steps into your path.

There’s a clear pause, a slight shift in the air between you as you drink in the sight of him up close. The strong lines of his well-built shoulders, enhanced by his perfectly tailored suit, the all too familiar patrician features set in smooth lines; the tie you had picked out for him yourself.

You hadn’t quite expected the way your breath catches in your throat.

"May I have this dance?" The deep timbre of his voice dissolves any protests you could muster up. You can’t say no, not without raising brows all around the room. You take his proffered hand with a faint smile, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor, all too aware of the people watching you.

There are mostly couples dancing here, you note, trying to keep your mind off the warmth of his hand as it settles on your waist, guiding you into a simple waltz. He's closer than is polite, familiarity and ease clear in his body language.

"Don't you think people might get the wrong idea?" you whisper, glancing up at him as he looks around, seeming to finally notice the others twirling and twisting across the marble.

Victor’s tightening grip on your waist is answer enough. The cut-outs on the waistline of your dress don't seem as cute now, with his thumb stroking your soft skin instinctively.

"You're being reckless." You don't keep the sharpness out of your voice as a frisson of unease begins to build in your chest. If anything, you'd thought he would do the smart thing and do his best to avoid you tonight.

"I didn't think I'd see you here tonight," Victor finally says, his expression clear and eyes glinting with danger.

"Anna couldn't make it." You shrug lightly; it's true enough, as the older woman had called you with sighed apologies and a lot of crying in the background. One of her kids was sick, and her wife was caught up with other work. "Why, aren't you happy to see me?"

His mouth purses at the feigned hurt in your voice, and he tugs you closer. You ignore the thrilled shivers racing up your spine as he leans in.

"Let me rephrase–I didn't think I'd see you ever again."

Your lips curl into something that almost resembles a smile. "Careful, there. It almost sounds like you didn't want to see me again," you tease, smirking at the way he pulls back to glower at you.

"So you are capable of logical reasoning. And yet, here you are."

"Here I am," you agree. You fall into an easy sort of synchronization, spinning around the floor with effortless grace. This isn’t your first time dancing with him, but it still makes your heart thrum with delight. "It's your own fault. You make it so hard to stay away."

He doesn't roll his eyes the way you know he wants to, his hand flexing around yours the only hint of his agitation, and your eyes dance wickedly at it. If you'd been alone, you have no doubt he would have you pinned against a wall by now.

"Your actions say otherwise," he mutters, drawing you away from the filthy route your mind had taken. "You just-" He cuts himself off, clearly unwilling to say more. But you know what he would have said, and you're irritated by the way your heart lurches painfully in your chest.

"I thought you needed time to process everything," you murmur, taking in the way his shoulders tense further. "To think things through." All the lies, manipulations and secrets. You remember his expression clearly, and how quiet he'd gone that night. Really, it’s a wonder he’s even speaking to you.

"There's nothing to think about. I've already declined the offer," Victor informs you frostily. You make sure to knit your brows at his words, forcing your lips into a strained smile. It's a nice touch, you think.

"It's an open one, there’s no expiration date. We're quite generous, don't you think?" You wonder if the words sound as bitter as they taste in your tongue. Generous is not the word you would use to describe yourself or your 'friends.' While it’s true that they’re reluctant to kill him because of his EVOL and influence, the option isn’t completely off the table, much to your personal displeasure.

"Quite generous. I'm afraid it's still a waste of your time, though. I won't be changing my mind." The firmness in his tone leaves little room for doubt, and you know he means it. But the people you work for haven't spent hours in his company, studying him, touching him, working with him, shivering at the things he whispered in their ears. They don't know how infuriatingly stubborn he is, and how deeply you admire him for it.

But what crawls from your heart and into your veins isn’t admiration, and it’s on that note that you decide you’ve put on enough of a show.

You slip your palm from his grip, stepping away from him as the progressively lighter notes of the song fade and your dance comes to an end. "Well, then, I think we're done here for now. I'll see you around, Mr CEO." Your smile feels syrupy in how sickeningly sweet it is, contrasting greatly with the yearning that twists your insides, demanding that you do whatever it takes to feel his touch once more.

With a quick wink, you spin on your heel and walk away, grabbing a flute of sparkling champagne off a passing waiter as you go.

‘That should be good enough to keep them off my back.’

You wait until you've exited the ballroom to drain the glass completely, leaving it on a table outside. You don’t think, sweeping past random corners until you're in a deserted hallway, the sound of your heart thumping madly blocking out most sounds, even of your heels clicking against the marble floor sharply.

Still, you hear the heavy footsteps as they grow closer, echoing in the empty halls. You're not surprised when a hand seizes your wrist, jerking you around to face the perpetrator. You glare at Victor even through the elated satisfaction coursing through you.

"We're not done." You should be more discomfited by his fury; instead, as it often does in his presence, a certain kind of hunger pools in your belly. His grip is unyielding, his determination even more so.

It makes you want to purr.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have more to say?" you ask casually, eyes wide and breath hitching when he squeezes your wrist tighter. His steps closer in response, moving into your space and prompting you to back up until your back hits the wall. Your senses are overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, his warm breath tinged with alcohol, growing heavier as he struggles with his words. The space between you is negligible and all the confidence you'd adorned yourself with before coming here seems to have fallen somewhere.

“A thing or two, yeah.”

Victor tugs at your wrist, pulling it up to press it into the wall above your head, his touch gentler as his thumb rubs the skin over your racing pulse. He takes your other hand in his free one, pressing his lips to your wrist as you watch, skin tingling pleasantly. He pushes it to join its captive counterpart, pressing them into the wall with one hand while the other comes to rest on your hip.

"For someone so prone to running, you seem to be doing rather well in this position," Victor murmurs, lips hovering over your ear as you try to maintain control over your expression. He has you trapped, and you've never felt more on edge and desperately turned on.

"You make an enticing captor." He's got you, but you could get out of this position if you really tried. That makes you think he's not really trying. Does he have more questions? You can't think of any you would want to answer here, where anybody could stumble across you, which begs the question: what does he want?

Victor's lips press into the skin behind your ear and your stomach tenses.

"That didn't stop you the last time." He traces the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue, his nose brushing your temple as he inhales deeply. “You vanished into thin air.”

"For someone who doesn't want anything to do with us, you sure seem to be complaining about being left alone a lot," you taunt. But you deflate when he doesn't rise to the bait, only pulling back slightly to observe you. You’re close enough to count every single one of his thick lashes, to see the tiny mole on his right earlobe. There is none of the hate you've been expecting, not a hint of the fury you'd glimpsed earlier. It leaves you scrambling because you don't know what to expect now.

"I don't want anything to do with them," he agrees, pressing his forehead to yours. Something in your chest trembles at the action and you feel so raw, so vulnerable, you don’t know what to do with it. "I never said anything about you."

"I-if you refuse them, you refuse me." His lips brush yours and you realize he doesn't have to use force to keep you here after all. "We're kind of a package deal."

"Are you?" Uncertainty sprouts in your mind at the way he smirks, as if your words amused him. "It didn't seem like it when we were together."

You can't bring yourself to respond; you begin to struggle against his grip, but he pushes his hips into yours, pinning you in place. He’s too close, and it’s messing with your head. It would be so easy to just give in, to sink into him and let him in. You want it so badly it frightens you.

"In fact, it almost seemed like you were happy to forget all about them. Isn't that why you never even attempted to convince me to join them?"

Them, them, them. But he was right. You had known, within a few weeks of your acquaintance, that Victor would never join Black Swan. You had convinced yourself that growing closer to him was the smart thing to do. It was the classic seduction. He's stubborn, but he's loyal.

It's just that once you got a taste of it, you wanted to keep that loyalty for yourself and not share it with anybody else, least of all your charming colleagues. Your greed had won out over everything; with every meal he cooked you, with every scathing word followed by encouragement, with every warm kissed pressed to your fingertips and the arches of your feet–you were in too deep, and you still are, and you’re still fucked.

It had been a happy dream while it lasted, but you had to come back to reality eventually. Could you really give everything up for this man?

The answer scares you, it’s implications terrifying and Artemis was right, you are an idiot.

"Do you understand now?" he whispers, lips dragging along the length of your jaw, your eyelids fluttering at the way he nips at your skin.

"I do." It tastes like defeat, like something broke and you're choking on the pieces, but you get it out. For him, you’ll swallow every bitter piece. It's not the pleasant realization they write about in books. "I'll...I'll let them know your answer won't be changing."

He pauses. "And?"

"And I'll stay away. I won't bother you again." The words are said so quietly you wonder if he even heard them, something in you wilting as you say them; you get your answer when Victor begins to laugh–at least that’s what you think he does. Now this, this strikes fear in your heart because it's not the startled laughter you pull out with silly words, no. This is a breathy sound edged with jagged fury–it's caustic and you feel his chest vibrate with it as he nearly collapses against you, chuckling like you've said something stupid and for once, he doesn't find it cute.

"Stay away? y/n," he stops laughing abruptly and bares his teeth at you in a very unsettling attempt at a smile, "you're a fool if you think I'm letting you walk away from me tonight."

For a moment, there's a strange buzzing in your mind. Your emotions pull you in different directions. A part of you wants to rip into him, to make him bleed and show him what you do to people who threaten you. Another, bigger, part of you wants to moan and plaster yourself to his side and beg him to say that again.

All you really do is stare at him, speechless.

"And they're fools if they think they can take you away from me," Victor adds, and crashes his mouth against yours, hungry and careless with it. Once again, in a concerning trend, any resistance you wanted to play at dissolves. It’s not gentle. You squirm against his grip on your wrists, trembling with the need to run your fingers through his dark hair and hold him against you. You moan when his tongue brushes yours, wiggling until you feel and hear the amused sound in the back of his throat before he releases you.

It's easy to twist and manoeuvre your bodies until you're pressing him into the wall, rising on the tips of your toes to lick into his mouth fervently, reacquainting yourself with the taste of his tongue.

It's a little too easy to lose yourself in his touch, to let everything else fade and fill your senses with just him.

His hands smooth down your back to cup the swell of your ass, pulling you flush against him. Almost every inch of him is pressed against you and you’re starving, with a terrible ache that weeps for him, and a part of you curses him for ruining you. Your blunt fingernails curl into his hair, digging into his scalp, and you will never get enough of the little groan he lets out.

Your hands rove across his torso greedily, your teeth sink into his lip and your breath stutters when you feel his hardness pressing against your stomach.

You freeze, shaken by how completely you lost your composure, and with the way Victor seems to be smirking you know he’s thinking along the same lines. His tousled hair and blown out pupils are an effective deterrent against the part of you that thinks this is a terrible idea; your hair is wilder than it had been before Victor got his hands in it, your lipstick smeared over your mouth and his.

“Come home with me, y/n.”

A tempting offer. You glance behind you, peering down the dark hallway. You don’t think this fear will ever leave you completely, of looking into the darkness and wondering who’s watching you from within.

You know what happens to those who stray. Helios is the greatest example of it, and you firmly steer your thoughts away from that particular pit.

“I took a different route. They didn’t see me," he nuzzles the juncture of your neck before sinking his teeth into soft skin.

You're mortified by your startled yelp, and can't help but look back again reflexively. “They're not here. I wouldn't put you in that position."

You snort, but the effect is ruined by the soft moan you let out when he soothes the stinging skin with his tongue. "I didn't think you cared."

“Wouldn’t be the first time you were wrong,” he retorts, not missing a beat, his fingers massaging the base of your scalp while the other draws nonsensical patterns on your waist. Although you know he meant what he said, with how handsy he’s being it’s clear Victor’s going to be difficult about this; he wants you in his bed tonight.

'And many other nights, apparently.'

You’re more than a little unnerved by the sheer warmth that sends through you.

“Is it just the sex?” you ask carefully, locking eyes with him, battling with the urge to blush at the way he’s looking at you.

“No.” He doesn’t even pretend to think about it, doesn’t consider anything other than the simple truth. He doesn’t say another word, but his eyes were always his most expressive feature–along with his hands.

You nod slowly, because as delightful as that is, you’re not ready to dig deeper. Into his feelings or yours. And you have no idea what to do here; you've lost control over your own actions. You know what the smart thing to do would be–but that would result in losing Victor. For good. There is no part of you that finds that acceptable.

Or you could continue the mission. Get close to him. Keep trying to convince him. It’s unlikely he’ll change his mind about that but it’ll give you time.

“This is a terrible idea,” you say anyway, because you should at least try to put a stop to it. You can’t believe you’re trying to be the sensible one in a situation that involves Victor Li.

He flicks his tongue against your bottom lip, swift and teasing. “I don’t give a fuck.”

‘Seriously, who seduced who here?’

You lace your fingers through his, stepping away and pulling him along hurriedly. It would be best to continue this in the bedroom, for now. Just for tonight, you'll do what he wants. You'll do the smart thing later.

But, as is apparently the recent trend in your life, your plans don’t quite work out.

It wasn’t your fault, as your teasing was mostly innocent while Victor drove at uncharacteristic speeds. Just a squeeze of his thigh, a few careless whispers of how much you had really missed him. Hiking your dress up and letting out a loud mewl when he cupped your clothed sex possessively.

You end up in an empty parking lot near his building; with his suit jacket thrown onto the back seat, you sprawled over it, your mouths meeting frantically as he pushes the hem of your dress up until it bunches up over your waist. He shifts back, opening the door and stepping one leg out, the other folding on the floor of the car.

The cool breeze has goosebumps erupting all over your skin; you shiver from it, and the way the moonlight highlights his dark hair and torrid gaze.

Warm hands curl around the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the seat, and you let one foot drop to rest on the floor as he watches in approval. The other is pushed up into your chest, leaving you spread shamelessly for his consumption.

Control was never really an option, you had realised sometime when his hands had slipped beneath the edge of your dress to rub your cunt through your soaked panties, which now hang precariously from one ankle. He knows where to touch you, and you know it’s only been a few months, but it still brings a stinging feeling to the back of your eyes.

You’re desperate to feel his mouth on you, to work you open with his talented tongue; his lips find the tender skin of your inner thighs instead, kissing and sucking blushing tokens of his affection across them. You twitch and moan as he fixates on this, his possessiveness clear in his actions, and a distant part of your mind thinks it’s not going to be as easy as giving yourselves this one night.

Its voice is suppressed by a long, languorous lick along your slit.

‘Oh-‘

“Fuck.” Your back arches as he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit and a steady hand on your folded knee pushes you back down. He laps at you with a zeal he only ever displays when his head is between your thighs, his mouth slurping every drop of your arousal, and you writhe beneath his touch, failing to suppress your moans.

A hand reaches for the edge of the seat, clutching it for dear life, while the other slides into his silken hair as you rock your hips into his mouth with an urgency that takes over every part of your brain.

He works you closer to it, swirling his tongue around your swollen nub; your gaze is unfocused, all you need is to reach the edge, and if he groans like that again you might just come-

A pitiful whine escapes you as he pulls back, his smirking mouth glistening with your arousal you tug at his hair insistently. Your angry motions still when he reaches for the buckle of his belt, sliding the accessory out of the loops.

Before he can even think about tying you up, you snatch it out of his hands and throw it behind you. It hits the door with a sharp clack that sounds jarring in the silence of the car and its surroundings.

He climbs over you carefully, keeping one foot on the floor of the car while the other leg comes to rest on the seat. It’s a tight fit, and you could giggle at how he moves around so cautiously to avoid bumping his head on the ceiling. He reaches for his zipper and your amusement flees quickly as you reach out and shoo his hands away eagerly.

Your teeth dig into the pale expanse of his neck as you pull his straining cock out, wrapping a hand around its base, pumping it slowly; he doesn’t even attempt to control the mouth-watering groans escaping his mouth, his hands braced against the seat on either side of your head.

Stopping was never really an option either, you acknowledge, as you tease your slit with the swollen head of his cock, your lips parting with anticipation. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, tie hanging loose, marks peppered over his chest, his dark hair in disarray.

You try to maintain the eye contact as you guide his cock through your entrance, engulfing it with your heat, walls clenching around him as your head tips back involuntarily. It’s one of the best sensations in the world–feeling Victor’s cock push through your tight cunt, and you wouldn’t give him up for any power in the world.

Victor leans in, slotting his mouth over yours, a hand urging your knees up while the other tugs the straps of your dress down, baring your breasts. His hand, warm and trembling ever so slightly as he bottoms out, cups your breast gently, thumb stroking over a taut nipple.

As you try to get him to move, he stops you, keeping you still as his fingers dig into your skin.

“V-Victor?” You wiggle your hips and he squeezes your breast firmly, as if warning you to cease your attempts. “Wha-“

He shushes you quickly again, pressing his forehead to your shoulder; you’re quite annoyed for just a second and then you notice the tension coiled in his muscles as he tries to keep his bearings; he moves his hand from your skin to the headrest, knuckles white from his right grip, to keep from drilling into you violently and ending this quickly.

You card your fingers through his hair before tugging on it, until he lifts his head so you can kiss him sloppily. He relaxes as you wrap your arms around him, holding him close for a moment as you place one last kiss on the corner of his mouth, nuzzling his cheek soothingly.

“There were moments,” Victor begins, hoarsely and slowly, “when I thought I would never get to feel this again.”

He presses his lips to your forehead.

“It was foolish, because I knew you would come to me eventually. But I was forced to acknowledge that there was a chance that my rejection had...consequences I would rather not think of.” He looks down at you, a tiny smile dancing along his lips. “So, please, y/n–” Don’t leave. Don’t run. Stay.

You still, meeting his gaze, pained and unwavering in it–and it hurts. It hurts so deeply you can’t breathe for a moment, because he’s letting his guard down and letting you see how much you hurt him. All those games, all those moments spent cursing yourself for falling so hard–it was real for you, but it was real for him too. And maybe he’d known who you were from the start, or maybe he hadn’t; your mission had hit a roadblock once he found out, and you’d taken that chance to disappear, to pretend you were reevaluating things. You thought the distance would do your aching heart some good while BS decided whether further pursual was required.

You’d never thought, even for a moment, that he would want you to stay.

Victor doesn’t resist when you push him back, watching as you slip out of your dress and drape it over the front seat, until he’s sitting with you in his lap, holding on to you as you reach for his cock and sink down over it. With your hands braced against his chest, you begin a slow grind against his pelvis. Your lips twitch with the urge to smile at Victor's near blissful expression, his hands stroking along your waist and thighs fervently.

You can't help but lean over him, one hand coming to rest on the seat, smiling slightly at the way his lips part as you lift your hips and drop down, repeating the motions languidly. You press a kiss to his cheek, and another, repeating the action all over his face until he catches you in a kiss that has your heart throbbing harder.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, a flush riding high across his cheeks. You clench your walls around him and his hips buck involuntarily, prompting a quick glare from him. “I never meant t-to leave like that.”

"Or take your sweet time to come out of hiding?" he mutters, and you laugh shakily, kissing the top of his head. “Ah-don’t laugh. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I’m good at hiding,” you quip with a breathless smile, rocking your hips faster, now determined to see him in pieces underneath you. His hands hold onto your hips just as you get into it, keeping you from moving faster, and you nearly hiss at him in your frustration.

"Just don’t hide from me.” His eyes glitter dangerously, daring you to argue.

"Don’t give me a reason to,” you snap, only for your scowl to be wiped off your face when his hand wraps around your throat, yanking you forward until you're eye to eye.

"I will never give you a reason to leave me," he promises darkly, squeezing until a strangled protest escapes you. “I take care of what’s mine, sweetheart.” He doesn't release you, adjusting his body beneath you until he gains a solid foothold, and within the next second he's snapping his hips up into yours, all traces of gentility vanished.

Your eyes roll back, skin flushed and sweating; with every thrust, he seems to be obliterating your entire thought process. You meet his unwavering gaze, your eyes teary as you try to match his pace; you watch him soften slightly, only for him to tighten his grip on your windpipe and reach between your bodies with his free hand.

Bright spots start to appear on the edges of your vision. Your head starts to feel light and a part of you is once more delighted by the practised way his fingers work your clit–and then you stop thinking. For a long moment, you're floating, drifting, quaking, and then you tune back in time to see Victor's pace start to falter, hand unwrapping from around your throat, his eyes alternating between unfocusing and staying fixated on you as he bounces you in his lap.

He spills into you with a throaty groan, unaware of your hungry eyes committing the sight and feeling to memory. He pulls you in, holding you close, and you sag against him tiredly.

His thumb strokes the tender skin across your throat in a silent apology as you both lay there panting, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as you relax completely. It terrifies you, letting your guard down so thoroughly when you’re not even in his bed. It’s just for a moment, though. You want to give yourself this moment to relax.

“It’s not going to be easy,” you murmur because you’re a fool who can’t relax when there’s danger lurking in every corner.

He hums, in agreement you think, tugging his jacket out from under him to wrap it around your shivering form. He reaches for the door, pulling it shut as you wonder how you’ve been here for this long without getting caught. “We’ll deal with it. Whatever comes our way.”

There’s a lot to consider, a lot of plans to be scraped and a lot of people to be contacted. But sitting here, in the silence of his car with his arms tight around you, you think you can do it. You think it might just be possible to protect both of you from Black Swan.

And if not you, then him. Because just as he can’t let you go, you can’t let them sink their claws into him. You’ll destroy every single one of them before that happens.

‘Guess I really am a fool.’

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