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overwatchfics · 2 years

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Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!

Blackwatch Fluff HCs

Genji

Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low

However, he loves to hike.

He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.

Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot

He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground

He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you

Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold

Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food

This means S'mores!

He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face

you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling

On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving

Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription

Cassidy

Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?

Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling

Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not

The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else

REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE

Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.

On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side

Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass

Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind

He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games

Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy

ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat

If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch

Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses

Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you

Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes

matching western outfits YES!

Moira

Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab

Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her

When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine

Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says

Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon

Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others

Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm

Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you

Won't hesitate to kiss you though

absolutely no PDA

Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits

insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match

her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way

She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it

same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat

SPA DATES

I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit

Gabriel

Big man. big arms. big cuddles

Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you

karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you

Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor

His thighs save lives

pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat

Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)

type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh

On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio

Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.

It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.

Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire

You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side

After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence

Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours

His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you

A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew

Have a request? Put it in the Request box and don't forget to check the rules!

#gabriel reyes #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch2 #overwatch imagine #jack morrison #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #reaper x reader #genji x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy #genji shimada #jesse mccree

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fatalitysficbakery · 6 months

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Teeth, Tongue, & Fire. —

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/smut/light fluff.

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you, more than anything. she missed you.

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I'm standing at a party I technically shouldn't be at, all things considered, you and I, have only spoken professionally since the eve of our downfall, how was I to know I couldn't be here?

My eyes move to you, as they always do when we're occupying the same existence, and I can't help the way my eyes caress the person that you are, sophistication, elegance, and beauty seep through your every pore, and he...He is there too. The lump in my throat is one the size of a grapefruit, should, I, really be here? Was it all a mistake?

Before I can even decide to turn around and cower, that honey gaze of yours meets mine, and I must turn away. A drink is needed, a drink feels necessary. Shawn's lips meet your cheek as I dip away into the crowd, my eyes stuck ahead, though they desperately want to look back.

The dress I wear, is one I dug from the back of my armoire, one that I don't remember buying but it fits my figure to a tee as if made for me, a black little number, I'd never shied away from a little bit of leg, I don't claim to be flawless, nor perfect, but I make it a habit to remind myself there is beauty in my being. As it lies in everyone's.

And whilst I don't hear you sneak up, your appearance doesn't stop my heart, in fact, it speeds it tenfold when your slender fingers wrap around the span of my waist, and I can feel your warm breath tickle my ear, that smooth southern accent of yours shrouding me with a sense of familiarity and longing, it unnerves me and calls to me all at once, the goosebumps I get feel like deja vu, a reminder from a past I miss so dearly, it's been five long months without your touch.

"Is it your mission— to piss me off, sweetheart"?

(check alt description.)

Your husband is across the room, mingling with friends, a smile on his face and laughter filling the room, and yet...You walked over to me.

We have loved each other, hurt each other, fought and fought until we could no longer, and yet...You walked over to me.

Your arm travels from around my waist and it comes to rest around my shoulder, and if others see two friends walking out of a function to catch up privately, the grip you have on me is anything but innocent. It is possessive. It is angry. And I? I foolishly crave more, and your husband was right...across...the...room. So, why is it, that I didn't walk away? Why is it, that I, can never resist you? My obsession remains.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She'd stolen you away without any effort on her part, and even as you enter the study, her touch lingers longer than it has to, it's as if she fears your slip through her fingers. It's as if she always had.

Her touch is gentle when she pushes you up against the wall after locking the doors to the study, her brown eyes meet your figure and she takes you in for a breath of a moment before she speaks, words rough with lust and desire, a hint of something else disguised beneath, her mouth by your ear, "You know what the thing I find most precious about you is? You're bold enough to walk your beautiful self into my party in a dress I bought you, but..." Her nail runs the length of your neck, and you almost neglect to breathe.

"You were too naive to think of the consequence that came with it, all those eyes on you...Tell me if you think I'd allow you to strut in here, looking like this, and let you leave...Unscathed"?

Your voice dies before it ever truly lived, your lips part but no words escape you, no words could. She chuckles, and it's cold, abrasive. She focuses her hand on your chin, grasping it firmly, so firmly you can just barely feel her nails threatening to dig in.

"I asked a question, I refuse to repeat myself so I suggest you find your voice".

Her voice is smokey, she speaks her piece calmly with a demand that is in no shape or form to be refused, and she only gets more demanding with her grip on your jaw.

"Maybe I knew the consequences, Bey. No, no...I can't lie, I just... I needed to remind you".

Your words aren't calculated, your voice is shaky, you're nervous, but...You're truthful. You watch as her jaw tenses, hand loosening on yours.

"Dress. up".

It's all she says, it's all she needs to. She knows you like the back of her hand, and as expected, you do as told without much conviction.

The way her eyes rove every inch of your body leaves you absolutely weak, it's been a year and a half, but the effect she has on you has never quite changed, and you feared it never would as she spreads your legs apart, looking from you to the wetness between your thighs, a smirk gracing her radiance, she lets two fingers run over the wet spot and bites back a laugh when your body tightens at the...slightest...touch.

"It's always been hilarious to me, Y/n. You have so, so much fuckin' mouth, but when I get you like this? That pretty little mouth suddenly knows when to shut up. Let's keep that up, baby".

With her final words, she pulls down the white lace underneath your dress and her eyes look to your cunt ravenously, hunger and desire in the reflection of her deep browns, "You'll stay quiet for me, won't you, Pretty? No words, to savour you is all I need".

Your body shudders feeling her breath fan against your pussy, she'd always been so attentive and measured in the way she handled your body as if it were one of the greatest sculptures crafted and it was to be handled with care, your ears flush, and though you nod and speak a pretty promise, you weren't particularly sure this would be your area of expertise, certainly when it came to her and her skills.

"Have I ever disappointed you"?

Your words are spoken breathlessly, she simply grins wider and shakes her head, eyes on you, two fingers tap your clit.

"Not...Yet".

The way she says it, it frightens you, the way she says it is dangerous...She wants to see you break.

There's a moment when you feel like you can breathe, a moment where her hands move from your thighs, and it is one that is shortlived; her grip returns and it is much more aggressive, she slides your underwear completely down with one hand, forcing your thigh apart with the other, she doesn't utter a single damn word, her tongue peeking out to tease her with the essence that is so distinctly you, and when she tastes it, she feels herself running through a film of your past, only your squirming brings her back to the ground, and she is not having it.

She drags you over to a couch, gently pushing you down onto it; her grip returns itself to pin your legs, and this time her tongue isn't as feather-light, she flattens it against your clit and revels in the way you catch yourself whimper and immediately cover your mouth, she licks you one final time before pulling back to reprimand you, "Hand down, darling. No shortcuts, Am I understood? And let me be clear, I want to hear your voice when you answer me".

"We're...We're clear, Miss".

You'd almost struggled to get it out, but there are no pauses between your answer and the moment her tongue flattened against your clit once more and this time, it doesn't tease, no, her mouth wraps itself around you like a constrictor, the moment you drop your hand you realize your task would be much more difficult than you'd originally expected.

She pays special attention to your clit, latching on and suckling at a pace that was languid enough to keep you from climaxing so fast but rough enough to take you to the very brink and back, hands clenched into fists, she watches your every reaction like it's her favorite piece of media, she pulls back once more, one hand reaches up to grip your jaw tight enough to hold you in place to watch as she licks two of her fingers and spits on your cunt, eyes on you the entire time.

Your stomach churns and tightens, and unexpectedly, you moan at the sight alone, to which she shushes you, only to lean in and completely contradict her shushes with a move that would only force your noises to the surface. — Her tongue enters your hole, dipping in to test the tightness, groaning in satisfaction, her tongue moves back to your clit whilst a finger dips into your heat.

When you moan again despite yourself, she simply sighs against your pussy, realizing you wouldn't be able to control yourself, her free hand comes up to cover your mouth meanwhile hers never leaves your cunt, tongue mingling with the clit and labia like lovers, and the finger that's pumping into you is joined by a second, a muffled whimper is stolen from your gagged lips, she circles your clit, making sure to keep a light suckle as her fingers caress the roof of your cunt.

You quivered, nipples hardening beneath your dress, your core is taut, eyebrows knitted, afro splayed across the brown leather of the sofa, caramel skin twice the tone with red spread throughout.

She lifts her head from your cunt, a whispered chuckle escaping her throat, "I could stay right here forever and be just fine, look at you...So precious. When I get you completely alone..."

Her fingers never stopped pumping, she watches you intently, taking in your every movement, sound, and expression, she smiles, "That's it, you've been so good, It's too bad you couldn't keep quiet, so, let's negotiate".

With her head cocked to the side, Beyonce's movements speed up, she laughs when your eyes widen slightly at the new rhythm set.

"Actually, there is no negotiating, this is exactly how it'll go. I have good news...bad. I'll slow down, and give you a moment to choose which you want first. Nod. You understand".

You nod.

Slowing down, she drops her hand from your mouth and motions for you to speak, though her fingers haven't stopped, you feel confident enough to speak only one word, "G-good".

She hums, her hand returning to your mouth and her pace speeding back up without another word until it was so.

"Good news is, you're not being punished, I'm impatient for my reward after not getting my hands on you for five...months. I, Sweet Angel, am gonna make this pretty fucking pussy cum right here on this fake leather couch. Now — The bad news"?

When she speaks next, she thrusts her fingers into you roughly to emphasize, chuckling almost darkly at the way your muffled moan is loud enough on its own that she's sure you'd alert the party had her hand not been covering your mouth. "The bad news, is that I, suga, am addicted to you, and I was deprived. You wanna know something? ...You were always going to be punished. Noises or not, Mouse. Just not here, not now".

As her head dips down again, she says one final thing before she's ready to tip you over the edge, "There's a lack of tools here, a limit on what I can do. Soon".

With that, she writes your destiny in the stars, her tongue and fingers the quill to your all too quickly approaching story's inevitable end.

And with one last caress of your g-spot, she dots the chapter end with a period, observing closely as your body trembles, your eyes squeeze shut, and there's a muffled squeal let out; The only complaint she has is that you're not alone.

That she couldn't hear her name rip from your throat as you're thrown over the edge of sanity.

"That's it. That's my pretty girl. There she is".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

You made me clean up, my panties in your purse, it's humiliating walking back into the same room as Jay, and although I know no one here knows, it feels as though they did, as though they can see right through us, and when we walk over to your husband he greets me with a look over and you with a kiss to the temple, pulling you to his side by the waist, a possessive grip on you; he stares me down, annoyance painting his expression.

He never did seem to like me but I can't blame him, even if woefully unaware, I am fucking the man's wife, and as I begin to say my goodbyes, feeling unwelcome in his presence, you grab my arm.

"Jay, I think I'll get her home. She's had a little too much to drink and I can't in good faith let her go home unattended; You understand, right"?

I see his jaw set, your gaze is hard on him, I notice; I had only one drink. He relents.

"Yeah. Ppreciate' you coming out to support".

I swallow thickly, my throat seems so dry as I nod and force a few words out in response, "Yeah, yeah, Of course. It was nice to see you".

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I lie in your arms just as the day begins to break after a night of a dance between lovers, there's a smile on my face but a question in my heart that, just as I've gathered the courage to ask, you answer and it's so familiar, you always did know how to read my mind.

"He knows about us, I told him...After I caught him in bed with another woman. I was planning to divorce him, anyway, but that...That solidified my choice. Do you know what first influenced my decision"?

My lips meet your hand, I feel I know what you're to say but I find myself still unprepared when you do. Red reaching my cheeks and the tip of my ears.

"You. I was always coming back for you, Sweetest. Always coming back to you".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: dedicated to my very favorite @u4iuh, thank you for always choosing and sticking by me.

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mackenyus-photo-dump · 6 months

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ZORO CAUGHT HANAHAKI

Part 2: Here Comes The Smut

[Fuck! They both look so hot in the fanart!]

Please stop reading if you're below 18.

Hiyori froze. She was too embarrassed to admit that she had been feeling the same way. How is it that her forthright attitude suddenly shied away once she found out her feelings were reciprocated? And it seemed as if Zoro's life depended on it too. Her face was burning, it turned the brightest shade of red. She looked away, trying to gather the courage to say the 2 simple words "Me too", but she felt her tongue tied. Zoro closed his gray eyes [since the fanart showed that he opened his injured eye, let's pretend this was the case]. Even though he just rose from his own death, it seemed like he was going to meet his imminent end. He knew he was doomed the moment he recognized his affection towards her. A pirate like him, and an elegant, yet delicate princess like Hiyori. He tried to savor his last moments by gulping down another bottle of Sake, the kind that he liked and stared at the most beautiful woman he ever set his eyes on. Man, she was bewitchingly stunning. Zoro watched as Hiyori's plumpy lips trembled as if she was trying to articulate something. He suppressed his raging desire to devour them. "Me...too..." Hiyori said, barely audible since her lips failed to move. Zoro arched one of his busy brows, he seemed confused, what was she trying to say? Noticing his inquisitive countenance, Hiyori explained once more. "I am in love with you too, Zorojuro-san," a nickname that he hated but grew accustomed to over time. Zoro's heart beat fast as he felt a heavy weight lifted off of his burly chest. The unbearable tingle he felt since he woke up this morning was finally gone. Just like that, he was cured.

Hiyori's blue eyes widened as he saw Zoro touching his own neck, he was still in disbelief over the whole ordeal. His biceps were curled causing them to bulge even bigger than usual. Hiyori blushed and looked away. She was embarrassed from staring too long at Zoro's perfectly chiseled body. The veins that ran from his broad shoulders all the way down to his forearm. This man looked stronger than what she imagined Buddha would look. Zoro caught Hiyori's lengthy stare, he smirked knowing this. After regaining his strength, Zoro rose from the ground, harshly grabbing Hiyori by her hands and he led her to a secluded room. Although no one was seen in the previous room, everyone left for the banquet at the Flower Capital, anyone could walk in on them, Zoro could not risk another accident. Hiyori's palms were surprisingly soft, he knew it was going to be, but he did not know that a grown lady, especially one who skillfully played shamisen as her, could have a palm comparable to a baby's buttocks. He closed the shoji behind her and held her hands a little while longer.

[Can you believe this fanart is made by an AI called CivitAI?]

Their eyes locked for a moment before Hiyori decided to look away. Zoro might have only realized his feelings now, but she had suppressed hers for weeks. Zoro placed his finger on her chin, yanking it softly so they would lock eyes longer. He just learned that he loved staring at those beautiful blue eyes. "Hiyori..." he said. He was one of the few people who could call her without her title and go unscathed. "...I can't stay here for long," he confessed. His heart pondered whether or not he should mention it, but he figured he had to be honest, right? Hiyori let out a sigh. "I know," she said. She knew his loyalty still lies with his captain, and she never intended to get in the way of that. "It still feels nice to know you feel the same way," she lifted her hands to cover her cheeks she knew were going to turn red any time soon. Zoro chuckled at her adorable ways of expressing herself. He caressed her pale cheeks with his fingers, and she felt a rush of goosebumps on her spine. No one had ever dared to touch her that intimately. Her pink lips parted in response, then Zoro smirked. The things he wished he could do to her at that moment. He leaned in closer, their faces were merely inches apart. Hiyori's eyes widened, she knew what was going to happen soon, not from her own experience, or even seeing it firsthand, but from the forbidden books she read back at the brothel. She felt Zoro's soft lips against hers. Once he did not get any reaction from her, he pulled away immediately. "Is this not what you want?" his gray eyes bore into hers. His tanned face, one that she always found to be handsome was even more attractive up close. His chiseled cheekbones, strong jawline, and straight, thick brows. Her heart was beating faster than ever, she was afraid it was going to fracture her chest open. "I-I..." she stuttered. "...you c-can do whatever you p-please to m-me," her eyes wide like an obedient little puppy. Since she did not know a thing about intimacy, Hiyori decided to surrender her entire being to the man before her.

Zoro stared at her beautiful face intently. This woman can send anyone in thirst of her touch with that face, he thought to himself. Carefully, Zoro loosened the sash that tied her kimono loosely so as not to expose her body. Zoro wondered how her body looked since it was always drowned under the silk. Once her collarbones showed, Zoro could no longer hold back the turbulence of libido inside him. He tore the fabric open, exposing Hiyori's petite body. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her supple breasts were small, but not too small. He could see the bones of her chest and ribcage. This woman looked so fragile that he was convinced his very touch could break her. He sniffed in her flowery scent before picking up her body at ease and leaning her back against the wall. both his hands were placed on either side of her while he started kissing and sucking on her neck, all the way down to her chest, sending shivers down her spine. He spread her thighs open and lifted them on his lap, now they were latched onto the outside of his hips. She could not move even if she wanted to, only then, she realized there was no escape to this. Zoro took off his kimono, showing his god-like features. For this long, he only exposed the upper part of his chest. Now that Hiyori had seen all of him, her eyes stopped at the massive shaft he had in between his crotch. Hiyori gasped at the size, not that she had similar things to compare it to. The vein on his cock somehow made it look even more muscular.

Being trapped in his grip was not that bad after all, knowing that it came with this view, but what was coming was hellish. Zoro caressed her left breast with a smug smile, then he bit on her right nipple. Hiyori bit her lower lip to muffle the sound of the wince of pain. Noticing her agony, Zoro released her supple breast from his mouth. "Oh, this is only the beginning, Princess."

#opla zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece #mackenyu #zoyori #zoro x hiyori #one piece fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #smut #smutty fanfiction #zoro smut #mackenyu smut

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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my friend last night on discord sent me your steven and mike with reader fic and OOGH MY HEART /POS it has inspired me to pick back up one of my own unfinished fics :] in the midst of that i had a thought strike me and thought i would share with you the idea: platonic grey and shinto (THEY R BESTIES IN MY HEART UR HONOR) fluff with reader fic with the reader helping grey understand shinto with her crazy and wacky little antics around him but acts like a sweet little chaotic angel around reader

Aw I'm glad you both loved it!! Thank you!! Also I adore your art <3

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“I don’t get why she wants to be my friend, [y/n]! She’s the devil!!! A DEMON!!!”

“C'mon, Grey. If she craves friendship, then she can’t be all that bad-”

“No, no, no..you..y-you don’t understand. She’s been following me around all day and all night! I can’t get rid of her and the one time I thought I succeeded she freaked out on me and...a-and....ghh..!!!”

“Hey, hey. Breathe. It’s okay.”

Setting your hands on the younger trainer’s shoulders, you looked him in the eyes as you gently helped him calm down. You slowed your breathing, and eventually he did as well to match yours, blinking away his tears.

“I-I’m sorry..” He shuddered as you let him go. And he sighed shakily and hugged himself. "I hate feeling like this.."

“It’s alright.” You smiled in reassurance, feeling Shinto climbing onto your shoulder and nuzzling your cheek affectionately. “Hey, girl. Like feeling taller than me, huh?” With a chuckle, you rubbed her ear.

She silently nodded, continuing her sweet gestures while Grey just glared at her.

That little monster was only putting up a front because you were here.

How dare she act like an innocent little angel who could do no wrong?!

If only you could see how awful she really was....

“Now I’m aware she does some uh..pretty unnerving stuff like-”

“Turning into a giant slimy freak?!!” He suddenly blurted out, only to shrink back as you just looked at him, a little annoyed. “..sorry, I..I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

“It’s okay, but..for starters I don’t think she likes being called a “slimy freak”. So let’s drop the name-calling. I get she frightens you, but I'm sure I wouldn't like to be called a freak every time you see me, right?"

Grey opened his mouth to protest, though he stopped himself, shoulders slumping as he instead nodded in understanding.

He felt like he was back in school again--particularly in detention being reprimanded for his rudeness.

“But I know Shinto has her own flaws, too..” You pointed out.

“..Shin..?” The Hypno-like creature perked up in confusion, wondering why she was being targeted now.

“Yes. When you guys first met, did you know Grey was someone who was trapped inside that game?”

For a moment, her face held a thinking expression, before nodding with a smile.

“So you also must’ve known how scared he was...and that you can't force a friendship on someone if they're scared and don't know where they are, right?”

“.....Shi...no.” Pouting, she shook her head, realizing what her mistake was back then.

At that same moment, you heard your pokedex beep and opened it up to see that she left you a message on her section:

THOUGHT GREY NEEDED FRIEN

SO SHINTO SANG WITH HIM

BUT WHEN GREY CHEATED, SHE GOT MAD :(

“Ah. He probably didn’t realize you weren’t meant to be captured. So he couldn’t have possibly known that was cheating." You explained. "I think...the problem lies in you two not fully understanding each other. So we can work on that and help you guys get along better. Not as trainer and Pokémon, but as friends."

"...ironically, she's helped me out a lot." Grey remarked. "She was the only company I ever had in that game. I-I probably would've gone crazy and never found a way out if it weren't for her. So...I guess I owe you an apology, Shinto." He looked at her, frowning slightly. "I promise not to call you a freak anymore. Let's just...try to be cool with each other from here on out. Whatdya say?"

For a few moments, she stared right back at him in total silence, and it made him nervous that he said something wrong.

'Could I have worded that differently? Does she think I only apologized because of [y/n]?' He began to overthink...as usual.

Then suddenly, she leaped from your shoulder and onto him, hugging him around the neck. "Shin!! Shin!!" She cooed.

"W-Woah hey!!" He freaked out at first, although when he realized she wasn't trying to strangle him, he cautiously hugged her back. A relieved sigh left him after nothing bad happened.

She just wanted a hug. Plain and simple.

"I guess you um..a-accept my apology?" He laughed awkwardly, his eyes shifting to you. "I-Is this good?"

You just smiled at the pair, happy that they were already making progress with their friendship. "Yeah, I think you two will get along just fine."

#clanask #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf grey #fnf shinto #platonic

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Pretty

Enforcer! Ginoza x afab! Reader

Summary ; you and nobuchika find some time alone to yourselves and sweet, passionate lovemaking ensues. WC ; 1.5k Warnings ; fem-bodied reader, unprotected, slight body worship, praise, love confession, minor injury Thanks ; @kitsu-writes for attempting to beta but getting too into the story to find any errors hahaha.

Funny how you ended up with matching stab wounds.

It happened months apart and from very different suspects, but still. He had a bright pink line right on his side, almost exactly where yours had scarred over months ago. Funny.

"Can you help?"

Not funny.

Not when he's sitting shirtless in front of you, all lithe muscle and pretty skin on display for you. Not when he's holding a small tube of ointment and some gauze, looking up at you with a perfect schooled expression.

"Yes," you said softly, sitting beside him. The bed dipped under your weight, sliding him towards you just a hair so that his arm pressed into yours. Neither of you shied away from the contact, even though it made your skin burn.

He didn’t say thank you, not with his words. But the expression on his face, full of appreciative reverence, made you swoon just a little. Although he didn’t need to know that.

And, then, he said something unexpected.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this. I know I’m not the prettiest to look at.”

To say that his words took you aback is an understatement. He was beautiful in your eyes, from the elegance of his well-structured face to the well defined and yet lithe form of his body. A few scars here and there didn’t detract from his attractiveness, it simply added to it. A simple reminder that beauty lies in imperfection.

So, you scoffed, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Nobuchika fell silent, chewing on your words and attempting to process them.

“You disagree.”

“Whole heartedly.”

“I’d like to hear your reasoning.”

You were just putting the finishing touches on the bandage, applying the last piece of medical tape to keep the gauze covering the stitched wound when your eyes flickered up to his. He looked down at you quizzically, as if he genuinely couldn’t understand what you’d see in him.

You straightened, putting the supplies away before giving him the answer. It never hurt to have him stew for a moment.

“You’re pretty,” you said simply, “a few scars doesn’t change that.”

His gaze fell to his side, then to the gnarled stump where his arm once was before finally meeting yours once more.

You nodded at his silent question, “Yes, Nobuchika, you’re still pretty even without an arm.”

He chuckled softly, a sound you could listen to on repeat and never tire of. Even that was lovely.

“You flatter me too much.”

“It isn’t flattery.”

“Then what is it?” “The truth.” “Your truth is bizarre.”

You shook your head, “No, your opinion of yourself is just poor.”

He sighed softly, “and you think too highly of me.”

You took his metal hand between yours, clasping it gently, “I think just enough of you. And I think you’re pretty. All of you.”

He wished he could feel how soft your lips were on his skin, but instead you’d opted to grace his unfeeling hand with that kiss. His fingers twitched.

And then you kissed higher, and higher, and Nobuchika watched with rapt attention as you continued giving him sweet little kisses on the only part of his body that couldn’t feel it. Perhaps you were far crueler than he’d imagined.

Emotions lodged in his throat alongside his breath when you kissed the very alive, very feeling flesh of his shoulder. Your lips were soft, just like he’d imagined, and allowed his eyes to flutter shut as you continued your honeyed assault.

“What are you doing…?” he said, voice nearly a whisper and quivering.

“Kissing you.”

“Why?” “Hmm…” was the only answer you gave him, and he was grateful, because by then you were kissing over his collarbones and he could focus on nothing else. Just your soft, sweet affection, and the blood that insisted on rushing south because of it.

When you pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat he swallowed hard, breathed your name in a whispered warning. “Careful.”

“Why?” you parroted.

“You don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I know perfectly well what I do to you, that’s why I’m doing it.”

He hissed, letting his head fall back as you situated yourself in his lap. His grip found your hips on instinct, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing. It wasn’t your fault, his wound was tender despite how careful you were being.

Your lips on his jaw, the sting of a forgotten stab wound, skin on skin and shared breath were the only things occupying his mind. Getting to feel you on top of him, getting to touch you and kiss you, regardless of the reason, was everything he wanted.

Even though you’d been intimate many times before, each time felt new in ways neither of you could have anticipated, and this time was no exception.

You gently pushed on his chest, signaling for him to fall back - to lay flat on his bed as you shimmied your top up and over your chest, tossing it aside.

A few moments later, and you were both bare; nothing more than two people sharing an intimate moment. The outside world didn’t matter. Hue didn’t matter. Sybil didn’t matter. What did matter was the way he shuddered under your touch, the way his muscles twitched as you trickled your fingers along each and every scar. Cooing at how beautiful he was.

What mattered was how he looked even prettier, flushed with embarrassment at your praise.

His cock was hot and throbbing as you slowly sank down on it. The feeling of you stretching to fit making you both groan in pleasure. His hands were on your hips again, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building in your belly; to the fire of his body beneath your touch.

And the way he looked at you, not an ounce of anything but love and adoration spilling from his gaze. It filled your heart and you could do nothing more than to kiss him and roll your hips, feeling him shudder once again.

You parted in favor of moving slowly, less bouncing and more rocking so that the head of his dick massaged against your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” he hummed, “You’re the pretty one, you know that, right? You’re so…mmm so lovely.”

Nobuchika helped you move as he rolled his hips up. It was slow, and intimate, and you were glad for this because his cock reached depths within you that even you didn’t know existed. The sound of your breathing filled the air, and you could spell the clean scent of his shampoo with every motion. He moaned, stoking the fire that raged deep in your belly, and you brought his hand - the feeling one - to your lips to kiss.

His eyes were glued to where your lips pressed to his skin, and he unfurled his fingers to splay them along your cheek, caressing you softly. His thumb pressed onto your tongue, and you eagerly swirled around it and suckled, drawing even more pretty sounds from him.

Once it was covered in your saliva, he ghosted his touch down your body to roll his thumb over your clit slowly.

You mewled, feeling your release approaching much faster with the added stimulation.

Words danced between labored breaths as Nobuchika picked up his pace, there was so much to say. So much he needed to convey clearly, despite how foggy his thoughts were. Your tits bounced so perfectly with every cant of his hips, your pussy squeezing him so tightly, your arousal gushing out and around him…

“I-” he started, but what followed was cut by a deep, low groan as he felt you twitch and then spasm around him. “C-coming…!” you gasped, falling back onto your arms with his cock still buried inside of you, his finger still working over your sensitive pearl.

In that moment, he wondered how you could ever think he was pretty, when the most exquisite sight was before him. Your head thrown back in ecstasy that he gave you, your body on perfect display, himself buried to the hilt inside your tight heat. You were worthy of every poem and song and painting. Every depiction of beauty paled in comparison to you in that moment.

And it was this image of you that caused him to follow, a low groan and then he was pumping you full of his hot, sticky seed. You stayed like this for a long moment, locked in pure bliss, panting, sweaty, and -

“I love you.”

His voice, nearly a whisper, broke the spell.

You let yourself raise slightly, let yourself look down at him as you blinked wildly in surprise.

“You-”

“I love you.”

You kissed him, slowly, deeply, carefully. Drawing his face to yours with both hands on his cheeks, working your lips into his before brushing your fingers through his thick, lovely hair. No other words needed to be spoken, because you both knew that your feelings were mutual.

#ginoza nobuchika #ginoza x reader #ginoza smut #psycho pass smut #ginoza fluff #psycho pass fluff #bro idek what to tag anymore someone help

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nonadhesiveness · 1 year

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the gift

“Come with me!”

Henry stands at the door to Elizabeth’s apartment. His eyes are wild; hers are rimmed red. His clothes look slept in; she’s wearing the bed. His hair’s a mess; but not half the mess she feels inside.

Three days he’s been gone. Three days she’s seen and spoken to no one. Three days she’s spent berating herself for setting her heart up to be shattered again.

Well, never again.

Her jaw clenches. “No.”

“Elizabeth”—he steps towards her, but when she hugs the duvet around her tighter and shies back, he halts. “Please. You don’t understand. I need you to come with me!”

The look she gives him darkens. “I said: No.”

“But—”

“You left me, Henry. So, go. Leave!”

She slams the door, and walks away; casts off the duvet, and lets it fall to a heap on the floorboards behind her; takes a seat at her desk, and pulls a History textbook closer.

This isn’t the same as losing her parents—they never would have left her voluntarily—but she’ll get through this now just as she did back then.

Let knowledge be her fortress.

Let her own walls rise up again, brick by brick, from the ruins of her heart.

///

Twenty years pass before she sees Henry next; this time he stands at the door to her brand new office at UVA.

“Hi,” he says, and frees one hand from the pocket of his jeans and holds it aloft in something between an awkward peace offering and an equally awkward wave.

She stops unpacking the box of files she dumped on her desk and stares at him.

That face. That sheepish look. Those eyes.

It can’t be…

“Henry?”

He scratches the back of his head, and lowers his gaze—the same nervous mannerisms as the day they met. “I’m sorry to ambush you like this, but I saw you’d taken a position here, and, well, I’m working in the Religious Studies department, and I thought it would be best to say hi now rather than us running into each other on the quad or you getting a surprise at the next faculty meeting.”

Still, she stares at him. Stunned.

“Right,” she eventually says, unsure what else to say.

Silence follows. Thick and tense and somehow more awkward than his peace offering/wave.

(Later, she’ll realise this would have been a good time to say ‘hi’ in return, or thank him for his consideration. But for now, she just stares at him, wondering if, after decades of trying to block him from her mind, her subconscious has played its ace by using a place so entwined with her memories of him to bring on a hallucination.)

“Well,” Henry says with a taut smile, and motions to the box on her desk, “I guess I’ll leave you to it.” He lingers a moment longer, perhaps waiting for some response (beyond the staring), then adds, “It was nice seeing you. You look well,” and leaves.

///

She lies awake that night, trying to remind herself why they broke up, to relive the pain of the heartbreak; but what she remembers instead is how, once the anger ebbed, the hurt he caused her was no more than a pinch compared to the bone-deep ache of missing him.

///

She does run into him on the quad, and spot him in faculty meetings. At first, they simply nod at each other in greeting; but soon those nods turn to small smiles and passing ‘Hi’s; and then, when a reshuffling of classrooms results in them hosting seminars back to back, giving them five minutes together as they hand over their shared space, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, those small smiles and passing ‘Hi’s turn to trading snippets from their lives, filling in the last twenty years one silence-evading chat at a time.

He never married; nor did she. He bought a house in Charlottesville over ten years ago now; she’s in the process of selling an apartment near Langley. He flew sorties in Desert Storm while serving in the Marines, lost a few buddies; she participated in operations she cannot name, saw too many stars carved into a marble wall take the place of living, breathing bodies.

Of course, there’s much about her time in the CIA that she cannot tell him directly. But he’s seen the shape of her pain, can tell from a hesitation and the look in her eyes what her silence means.

///

At the beginning of December, when the faculty insist on doing Secret Santa—she swears academia is just high school for the middle-aged—the slip of paper, folded in four, that she draws from a repurposed index card case opens up like a fortune teller to reveal Henry’s name.

///

Two-and-a-half weeks later, she stands at the door to their shared classroom, watching him joggle papers together atop the desk, so their edges align, before he stuffs them into his satchel. She wouldn’t be surprised, given how dull and cracked the brown leather is, if the satchel’s the same one she gave him when they were dating.

While fastening the buckles, he glances towards her, as if sensing a presence, and does a double take.

A smile spreads, full of warmth and recognition. “Hi,” he says. “You can come in.”

She steps inside, her fingers fumbling at the edges of the envelope she clutches in both hands. She walks over to the desk, and places the envelope down in front of him.

“This is for you,” she says.

He looks at it with a frown, confused, then up at her.

She shrugs, a little stilted. A rumour of a smile plays on her lips. “I’m your Secret Santa.”

“Oh.” Confusion gives way to realisation, and the warmth sweeps back in.

He picks up the envelope, slips his thumb beneath the flap (she didn’t seal it), and flips it open.

He pulls out a pair of tickets—they’re for a band he told her about during one of their five-minute-handover conversations; a band he loves but hasn’t had the chance to see live, doesn’t know if he ever will.

He meets her gaze. “This is too much,” he says. The look in his eyes is so overwhelmed you’d think she’d given him the stars. “They must have cost you…”

He trails off, as if the time taken to say the first part of the sentence isn’t anywhere near long enough to calculate the tickets’ worth, monetary or otherwise.

“You want me to return them?” she says, the quirk to her lips giving away the fact that she’s teasing.

“No.” His reply is whip-quick. (And, if she isn’t mistaken, his grip on the tickets tightens.) “Thank you.”

She nods. “You’re welcome.”

Before silence can settle over them and their shared gaze can become a moment, she turns away, dumps her purse on the desk, pulls out a stack of papers and busies herself with laying them out for her students to collect as they file in.

“Come with me?”

At his words, she stops and looks up.

He’s watching her, the tickets still held in both hands, so stiffly, with such reverence, it’s like they’re a portal to another universe, not admission to see his favourite band.

Part of her wishes they were a portal—one that could take her back to that other day when he said, ‘Come with me,’ and this time she’d go and hear him out.

But they’re not. And they can’t.

Instead, they’re something far more valuable than that:

A second chance.

“Sure,” she says, with a gentle smile. “I’d like that.”

(And perhaps this—removing the first brick from her walls, letting in the light of living life fully again, of loving—is the greatest gift she can give herself.)

#madam secretary #christmas fic #fic #elizabeth mccord #henry mccord

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No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Read it on AO3 here!

At last, there was nowhere left for the boy to run.

“Cease,” Vader boomed, his march towards his son unbroken. The boy was cornered. His back was pressed against the cave’s wall, head bent slightly forward to avoid hitting the rocky roof. His breath was shaky, panicked; his feet scrambled as he tried to take another step backward, desperate to put distance between him and his father.

“I won’t,” he sneered, eyeing Vader wildly. “You won’t have me. Not now, not ever.”

But they both knew how untrue this was.

This wasn’t Bespin. This wasn’t the gantry above the abyss; this time, the boy could not choose death over his father. There was nowhere for him to run. He was--

“You are already captured.”

The words rang with a dark promise, a sense of finality, and Vader saw his son flinch involuntarily. The boy had neither the confidence nor the courage he’d had on Bespin, now cowering against the wall like a little boy. In a different world, he might have examined how he felt about that, might have thought about what his son’s fear of him really meant.

But this was no different world, and all he cared about for now was reaching the boy before he, somehow, could run away again.

It only took Vader a few steps more to finally reach his son. His hand shot forward, reaching for the boy’s arm, intent on grasping it. Immediately, his son shied away, turning sideways so that the arm was trapped between his own body and the cave’s wall. His eyes were squeezed shut in denial, and Vader could feel his desperate attempts to calm himself in the Force.

He did not have the time for the boy’s theatrics, though; in one, quick move, he grasped the boy’s arm and tugged it forward, disturbing his protective stance. Fear spiked in the Force.

“Come,” he said. “It’s time we go.”

But Luke shook his head, still avoiding his gaze. “Let go of my arm,” he whispered. Because that’s what it was - a whisper. Not an order, not a defiant sneer, but a whispered plea, full of fear. “Please.”

“I am not so foolish to risk you escaping, Luke,” Vader responded, fingers tightening around his son’s arm instead of releasing it.

“I won’t,” Luke promised immediately, eyes snapping back to him and regarding him widely, pleadingly. “I give you my word. I won’t try anything, I’ll come quietly, just please… don’t touch me. Not… not there.”

The boy’s words were filled with such sincerity, such begging that Vader hadn’t heard for ages. For a moment, he didn’t reply, too stunned at the sudden fear and vulnerability of the boy. His presence felt nothing like it had on Bespin - it seemed damaged, petrified… traumatized.

And that last thought finally made him look down.

Slowly, the black mask moved downwards, regarding his gloved hands wrapped around the boy’s arm.

His right arm.

The arm he had cut off.

Again, his eyes moved up. He saw Luke’s shaking figure, his head once again turned away, afraid to even look at his arm entrapped in Vader’s hold.

“Please,” the boy whispered again.

And Vader let go.

Immediately, Luke shifted, and Vader took a cautious step to the side, making sure he was blocking Luke’s only way of escape. There was no need to, though - Luke had not even considered making a run for it, instead bringing all his attention to his now-free hand. He flexed the prosthetic fingers, his left hand brushing against the synthetic skin, and Vader had the feeling that the boy was trying to shake off the feeling of his father’s touch.

Again, he refused to think about what it meant.

“Thank you,” Luke whispered.

Vader didn’t reply. “Come,” he said instead; he had to stop himself from instinctively reaching for the boy’s arm once again.

Luke nodded, and allowed himself to be led out of the cave.

***

His son had broken his promise.

Anger still stirred within Vader at his own foolishness. He’d really let himself be deceived by his son’s behavior, had failed to see through his lies.

The boy had cooperated, at first, had allowed himself to be led out from the cave. He did not resist, did not even protest as they neared the entrance and the finality of his capture had surely started dawning upon the boy. He was still weary, though, still fearful after his father had touched his hand. Not wanting to agitate his son further, or maybe simply wanting to attempt to at least start building trust between them, Vader didn’t restrain Luke in any way. He did not grasp his arm, even the left one, nor did he put any binders on. Maybe it was the sincerity in his son’s words when he’d promised not to run; maybe it was the overwhelming fear that he’d felt from the boy’s side of the bond. Whatever it was, it had made Vader lose his vigilance.

And so the moment they were out of the cave, Luke ran.

And Vader was too stunned to even chase him.

He’d later be angry at himself for not going after the boy. He was faster, stronger; he could have easily caught him. But at that moment, he’d been too overwhelmed with a sense of betrayal to move.

His son had promised him he would not run. He had the boy cornered; it was an easy catch. For the first time in many years, he had relented, had done something only to soothe his son’s fear. How could he be so foolish, how could he allow himself to be deceived by his son’s ‘act?

Had his son really been traumatized and afraid, or had it all been a ploy just to allow him to escape?

It did not matter. Luke had promised to stay.

Once again, Darth Vader had been betrayed.

Anger surged within; the boy had been foolish to escape. He would be recaptured again, and when that happened… Vader would make sure the boy would never lie to him again.

To pretend that he was afraid--

I didn’t pretend, Father, he suddenly heard Luke’s voice in the Force. The boy sounded apologetic, even guilty, and still, Vader’s anger surged.

You traitorous, ungrateful worm! You’ve lied to me, deceived me so that you could escape!

I didn’t deceive you, Father, his son said. I was afraid. I… I still am. It’s only been months since we’ve fought on Bespin and I’m… I’m so scared. I’m not ready to confront you yet. It’s too soon. You do not need to corner me - I will come to you again. But… you need to give me time. Please, what happened on Bespin… I’m not ready yet.

Vader wanted to believe it was a lie. He wanted to believe that his son was deceiving him again, that he was trying to fool him even after he’d succeeded in his escape. He wanted to believe that the boy lied to him just as Padme had, that he’d learned he should not trust even those he loved…

Except he couldn’t, for the boy’s words resounded with the same genuineness they had when he’d first pled with Vader to let go of his hand.

And so, for the second time that day, Vader had obliged with his son’s wishes.

I know, Luke, he sent, hating himself for his weakness, hating himself for caring this much about the boy. I know.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 2 #whump #Luke and Vader #Luke Skywalker #Darth Vader #fanfiction #writing #My writing #star wars #cornered #confrontation

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Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 31

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/134812267

All chapters: here x

Chapter 31 ❖ Broken Trust

When Lan Xiaoli peered around the wall, he hadn’t expected to be able to identify anyone, but to his surprise, one of the men who had entered the county’s office was none other than Murong Zheng.

His heart had barely recovered from the previous shock, when it began to wildly beat against his chest again. The moment he recognised Murong Zheng, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire of unbridled rage within him. He had no care left for the other people present. Every ounce of his focus was directed at his uncle and the many ways he could end him, right then and there.

The only thing that kept him a little grounded was Mu Chun, who was standing so close behind him that Lan Xiaoli could feel the warmth of his breath against his neck, making his entire skin crawl with goosebumps.

Mu Chun maintained a firm grasp on Lan Xiaoli’s shoulder to prevent him from any rash actions. Feeling the tension in Lan Xiaoli’s body, Mu Chun’s hand slowly slid down his arm. When his hand reached Lan Xiaoli’s, he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Lan Xiaoli’s clenched fist gradually relaxed, yet the killing aura around him grew heavier still. As expected, he was about to lunge at Murong Zheng, but with a tight grip around Lan Xiaoli’s wrist, Mu Chun pulled him back.

Lan Xiaoli whipped around in utter bewilderment. “What are you doing?!” he demanded in a low voice.

“We can’t just attack like this, didn’t you see how many guards there are?”

Lan Xiaoli furrowed his brow. He turned back and only now bothered to look at the other people in the room.

The guy talking to Murong Zheng had to be someone of importance – not only because he wore fancy attire and was flanked by a group of guards, but also because Murong Zheng deemed him worthy of his time.

Lan Xiaoli puffed a humourless laugh and yanked his hand out of Mu Chun’s grip. “Are you kidding me? There are six guards at most. We have faced a way larger number than this before. Do you truly expect me to believe we cannot handle them?”

“I know you want to kill him, but I can’t let you,” Mu Chun replied in a hushed voice.

At the last part of Mu Chun’s sentence, a feeling of betrayal and disappointment stirred Lan Xiaoli’s heart. His face instantly darkened and a layer of frost shrouded his gaze. “You of all people…,” he sneered, his tone laced with scorn.

Mu Chun was startled by the baleful glare directed at him. He was used to Lan Xiaoli’s annoyed eye roll, but it had never been filled with true resentment before.

It was as if Lan Xiaoli had turned into a completely different person. Not only were his features more severe than ever, but his entire demeanour was suddenly ice-cold and a dark haze seemed to envelop his form – Mu Chun wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it sent a chill down his spine all the same.

“Ah, don’t tell me…” Lan Xiaoli cocked his head, his eyes filled with derision. “Did my dads hire you by any chance?”

“No, they didn’t,” Mu Chun grabbed Lan Xiaoli’s wrist again, “A-Li, listen to me!”

But Lan Xiaoli didn’t want to hear it. When he tried to wrench his arm free once more, Mu Chun pushed him back against the wall.

“Don’t do this.”

Lan Xiaoli stared at him with a grim expression. “Let go.”

“I can’t let you kill him.”

“Why not?!”

“Because killing him won’t bring back your parents!”

“I don’t care. He has to die!”

“This kind of revenge won’t give you the satisfaction you seek,” Mu Chun desperately tried to reason with him, “Wouldn’t you rather want him to live a life worse than death?”

“NO!”

Lan Xiaoli shoved Mu Chun away and headed for the chamber’s exit, but Mu Chun continued to hold him back. This time he seized both of Lan Xiaoli’s wrists and pinned him against the wall.

“What is wrong with you?!” Mu Chun asked, his face flustered.

But Lan Xiaoli paid no regard to his concern. “Let. Go.” he growled, jerking his arms in an attempt to break free of Mu Chun’s tight grasp.

Murong Zheng was so close; he was literally just a step away! All Lan Xiaoli wanted was to put an end to him once and for all.

However, Mu Chun’s hands were locked around him as firm and immovable as steel. When Mu Chun shook his head and softly repeated “I can’t,” Lan Xiaoli flew into a blind rage, thrashing about and raising his voice, “Let go! Let go!! Let GO!!!”

As Lan Xiaoli’s agitation increased, the ominous haze surrounding him thickened. The situation had spiralled entirely out of Mu Chun’s control. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, his usual smugness completely wiped from his face.

When he’d suggested checking out the magistrate’s office, Mu Chun never would’ve thought that things would escalate this badly. Never before had he witnessed Lan Xiaoli consumed by such vile murderous intent. The atmosphere was so fraught with tension that it could snap at any moment – along with Lan Xiaoli’s sanity.

With Lan Xiaoli’s growls growing increasingly louder, Mu Chun began to feel distraught. He needed both hands to hold Lan Xiaoli in place, yet he also desperately needed him to shut up before they were caught.

Left with no better option at hand, he swiftly pressed their mouths together to silence Lan Xiaoli.

This caught Lan Xiaoli so off guard that his eyes widened, and for a fleeting moment, Mu Chun recognised a glimmer of clarity in them. Seizing the opportunity, he nimbly knocked Lan Xiaoli out with the firm press on an acupoint on Lan Xiaoli’s neck.

When Lan Xiaoli regained consciousness, his head was throbbing terribly. He cradled his head with one hand and propped himself up on the cold, hard floor with the other.

It took him a solid minute to remember where he was and why.

The moment he remembered Murong Zheng, he instantly sobered up and jumped to his feet, ignoring the ache in his head – which was a bad idea. He immediately lost his balance as the world started to spin around him. He mentally braced himself for the impact of the inevitable fall, but two strong hands caught him before he could hit the ground.

“Are you okay?” Mu Chun asked. His expression was so soft and caring that it made Lan Xiaoli feel nauseous.

That hypocrite!

Lan Xiaoli pushed him away and rushed out of the office. He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, so he scanned the street up and down with what little hope he’d left, but it was in vain. Murong Zheng was gone.

A flood of conflicting feelings washed over Lan Xiaoli all at once. Some of them he couldn’t name, others he didn’t quite know where to place. But one thing was certain – the trust he had built in Mu Chun was irreparably broken.

He turned back and pointed an accusatory finger at Mu Chun as he angrily stepped towards him. “You! Why did you stop me?!” he demanded in a raw voice.

Mu Chun held his hands up in defence. “There are better ways to seek revenge than taking a life,” he tried to placate him.

“This is NONE of your business!!” Lan Xiaoli yelled.

“Of course it is. I promised to help you.”

Lan Xiaoli responded with a disdainful click of his tongue. He clutched the pendant Mu Chun had given him, the cold silver pressing against his chest. “You helped plenty. You led us to Murong Zheng, that is all you had to do,” he said, bitterness tainting his words.

With a violent tug, he ripped the pendant from his neck. Tiny silver links broke off the thin chain and flew through the air. Sparkling in the light, they resembled glistening tears of sorrow.

Contempt shadowed Lan Xiaoli’s features as he flung the pendant at Mu Chun’s feet and rasped in a spiteful tone, “We are done.”

Mu Chun was rendered speechless. Utterly dumbfounded, he could only watch as Lan Xiaoli walked away.

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His emotions were still raging inside him when Lan Xiaoli returned to the inn around noon. He barely took note of the others that had gathered around a table in the dining hall, but as soon as they spotted him, he was bombarded with questions.

“Where have you been??”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What did you do?”

“Where’s Mu Chun?”

Lan Xiaoli wasn’t in the mood to explain himself and tried to quickly walk past them, but Wei Wuxian stopped him with a firm grip on his shoulder.

He, and especially Lan Wangji, had been incredibly worried. Not only had Lan Xiaoli disappeared without notice, he had left with Mu Chun at that.

“He is gone,” Lan Xiaoli mumbled with averted eyes.

Wei Wuxian frowned. “Why?”

“His job is done. There is no reason for him to be with us anymore.”

“Did you guys break up?” Wen Kexing joked.

Lan Xiaoli shot him a glare. “As far as I know you have to be in a relationship to do so.”

He then freed himself from Wei Wuxian’s grasp and rushed to his room, where he slammed the door shut. He leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, trying to sort out his emotions.

The tears he hadn’t been able to shed before finally welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The turmoil of everything that had transpired earlier left him profoundly conflicted. He slowly slid down the door until he crouched on the floor.

He had just started to trust Mu Chun.

Ever since Mu Chun’s confession, Lan Xiaoli’s chest was filled with such a pleasant warmth that he longed for his presence. His closeness. Not having his stupid face and his stupid jokes around felt wrong.

The kiss – while it had also scared him to death – had brought him such immense joy that he’d been so close to giving in to his feelings.

And yet, despite being willing to open his heart, Mu Chun had the audacity to thwart his revenge on Murong Zheng. Lan Xiaoli hugged his knees and clenched his hands into fists, stifling his sobs.

The only question currently running through his head was why. Why would he do that??

Now the feeling of betrayal and disappointment overruled all the fond emotions he’d harboured for Mu Chun. He couldn’t like or be with someone he couldn’t trust. It was best to let him go, but for some reason the thought of parting with him forever hurt even more.

A soft knock on his door ripped Lan Xiaoli out of his thoughts. He quickly wiped away his tears, but did not respond.

“Are you okay?”

It was Zhang Chengling. Lan Xiaoli let out a sigh of relief. “I am fine. Leave me alone.”

Yet, the door to his room opened anyway, and he bumped with his back against two firm legs. This behaviour was very uncharacteristic for Zhang Chengling. Angry and bewildered, Lan Xiaoli turned to tell him to get the hell lost, but when he raised his head, he looked into Wei Wuxian’s face.

“Dad…” Lan Xiaoli tried to hold back his tears, but as soon as he met Wei Wuxian’s gaze, they poured out like water from a broken dam.

Wei Wuxian pulled him to his feet and into an embrace. “What happened?”

Lan Xiaoli cried bitterly in his arms, unable to speak.

Wei Wuxian nodded at Zhang Chengling in gratitude, then closed the door and guided Lan Xiaoli to his bed, where they both sat down.

Still hugging him, Wei Wuxian stroked his back, until Lan Xiaoli calmed down. Once the boy’s heartrending sobs had subsided, Wei Wuxian tried again, his voice soft, “Did he hurt you?”

Lan Xiaoli shook his head, fresh tears rolling down his face. “I sent him away. I will never see him again,” he sobbed.

Wei Wuxian wiped away the tears. His brow furrowed in concern, he asked, “What did he do?”

Lan Xiaoli didn’t reply right away, averting his eyes instead.

Mu Chun had probably just tried to protect him. But Murong Zheng was exempt from what they’d agreed upon. Mu Chun should’ve known that Lan Xiaoli didn’t need – or want – protection when it came to Murong Zheng. This could’ve been Lan Xiaoli’s one and only chance for revenge, and preventing him from doing so wasn’t a trifling matter he could easily forgive.

After a stretch of silence, he finally replied in a small voice, “...We had a disagreement.”

Wei Wuxian gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Lan Xiaoli’s face. Was a disagreement reason enough to part ways with someone? Lan Xiaoli obviously regretted it, so Wei Wuxian concluded that Lan Xiaoli’s impulsivity had once again gotten the better of him.

You always act before you think… he sighed inwardly. However, he couldn’t say any of that out loud, so he just held Lan Xiaoli in a comforting embrace until the teen fell asleep.

A few days passed with no sign of Mu Chun.

It usually wasn’t that easy to shake him off, but it seemed he had taken Lan Xiaoli’s words to heart and had left for good. While Lan Xiaoli considered his actions to be truly unforgivable, the thought of never seeing Mu Chun again drained him of all energy.

The fact that he’d missed his chance to take revenge on Murong Zheng didn’t help either. Ever since his uncle had slipped away from his grasp like a wet fish freshly plucked from a river, Lan Xiaoli’s motivation to pursue him had vanished as well.

Lan Xiaoli rarely left his room. Instead, he slept most of the day, even skipping his morning lessons with Lan Wangji and Zhang Chengling. On the rare occasion when he did get up to eat something, he preferred to do so alone.

After his emotional outburst that night, the others assumed he was suffering from a severe case of broken heart and gave him all the time and space he needed. It was Lan Xiaoli’s quest for revenge after all, so no one was in any particular rush.

One week later, Lan Xiaoli’s mood still hadn’t improved.

He’d come out of his room for a change and was currently having a meal by himself. He ate very slowly, listlessly chewing each bite for what seemed like an eternity. He paid his surroundings no mind, staring blankly ahead and absently picking at his food when someone had the nerve to interrupt his pity party.

“You look terrible,” the person said.

With his cheeks still stuffed, Lan Xiaoli lazily raised his eyes and looked into Mu Chun’s pitiful face.

Lan Xiaoli’s heart jolted. He jumped to his feet, filled with as much rage as excitement. “What are you doing here?!”

Mu Chun chuckled at his reaction. “I want to make amends,” he said, back to his mischievous self.

Lan Xiaoli let out a dismissive puff. “Save it,” he said as he continued to chew the food in his mouth. He turned to leave when Mu Chun said, “I know how to find Murong Zheng.”

Lan Xiaoli stopped in his tracks, half-turning towards Mu Chun to indicate he was listening.

“Remember the guy that was with your uncle?” Mu Chun continued, “Let’s pay him a visit and ask him for information.”

“And how do we find out who that other guy was?” Lan Xiaoli asked, absolutely underwhelmed.

Mu Chun’s eyes sparkled as if he’d been waiting for this question. “I’ve been investigating for the past few days. I know where he lives,” he replied with a radiant grin.

Lan Xiaoli clenched his fists. Just what was Mu Chun so proud of? Did he really think starting from practically zero would make up for what he’d done?

He had now fully turned around and slowly walked toward Mu Chun, asking in a dark tone, “Then why, pray tell, did you not ask him already?”

Mu Chun’s smile froze and he paused for a moment.

“...I didn’t want to do it without you,” he said at last, his expression so warm and sincere that it twisted Lan Xiaoli’s guts.

Lan Xiaoli really couldn’t be with Mu Chun right now. The crack in his trust was still too fresh, like a gaping wound in his heart that bled incessantly. And yet, his hatred for Murong Zheng was stronger.

Lan Xiaoli’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists tighter, deliberating what to do.

The feeling of betrayal still weighed on his mind, but with the appearance of Mu Chun – the very person responsible for his misery – it was as if a faint glimmer of ironic hope broke through those dark and heavy clouds of despair. While Mu Chun’s idea wasn’t groundbreaking, it was enough to rekindle Lan Xiaoli’s desire for revenge.

However, how could he be sure that Mu Chun wouldn’t just hold him back once they found Murong Zheng… again?

Was he desperate enough to grasp at these straws and risk missing another opportunity?

A warm, metallic sensation suddenly filled his mouth, pulling him back to reality. Consumed by his inner turmoil, he’d been unconsciously chewing on his lower lip until it bled.

Lan Xiaoli made up his mind and finally nodded. “I will get Zhang Chengling.”

Back together, the trio ventured to the residence of Murong Zheng’s friend.

The mansion was located on top of a very steep hill, enclosed by a forest. The pompous building could already be seen from the distance and might as well have been a palace, but for some reason, it wasn’t. Almost as if Murong Zheng’s friend wanted to let people know that he was rich, but “modest” rich.

To reach the entrance, which, much like Murong Zheng’s residence, was well-guarded, the three youths had to cross a moat. Lan Xiaoli confidently approached the gates, as if it was only natural for him to enter the building, but the guards wouldn’t let him pass so easily.

“No entry without an invitation,” one of the guards said.

They didn’t have an invitation.

Struck by an idea, Lan Xiaoli fished out his Gusu Lan sect token and presented it to the guards. The guard glanced at it, then repeated, “No entry without an invitation.”

The token had no effect – because unlike Murong Zheng, the lord of this residence wasn’t trying to curry favour with people of high status.

“And how do we get such an invitation?” Lan Xiaoli asked through gritted teeth.

“From an official in town,” the guard explained. “You have to justify your invitation request, which requires approval. Once it has been approved, it will be returned to you. With your approved invitation, you can meet Lord Zhu.”

This process was way too bureaucratic! Lan Xiaoli clenched his fists and stepped forward. “We don’t have time for this!” he growled.

Mu Chun grabbed Lan Xiaoli by the collar and pulled him back, smiling at the guard. “We understand, thank you.”

He then cupped his hands in obeisance and dragged Lan Xiaoli away, whispering in his ear, “Trust me.”

Zhang Chengling was left behind. He awkwardly bid farewell to the guards and followed his friends.

As soon as they had reached the bottom of the hill, Mu Chun led the other two into the forest. Lan Xiaoli had freed himself from Mu Chun’s grasp and pushed Zhang Chengling between them.

“While I was living in exile as punishment, I used my time to explore this area,” Mu Chun explained.

Lan Xiaoli rolled his eyes at the word exile. “You are being overdramatic.”

Mu Chun dramatically clapped his hands together. “Ah, we have so much in common!”

Lan Xiaoli decided to ignore the sarcasm in his remark.

“There’s a back entrance,” Mu Chun continued as they crossed a wooden bridge that stretched over a wide river with a raging current. “We just have to take a small detour. I suggest we infiltrate the residence at night through the back entrance. The guards change shifts around hai time. This should give us a brief window to act under the cover of darkness before the new guards start their patrol.”

They were now trekking up the hill again, presumably to reach the other side of the residence.

“The thing is…,” Mu Chun said when they reached a ravine, “it’s a bit difficult to get to that back entrance.”

Lan Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling gaped in horror at the abyss that stretched before them. It was who knew how deep, and the edges of the ravine were at least five metres apart.

“But don’t worry.” Mu Chun stepped to a nearby tree and picked up a plank, which he proudly presented to the others. “I built a makeshift bridge!”

Lan Xiaoli felt his body go limp. He pointed at the extremely narrow piece of wood. “You… want us to cross… over this?”

Mu Chun looked at the plank, not seeing a problem. “Yes.”

Lan Xiaoli gulped. He ponderously approached the ledge to see how far up they were. The closer he came to the edge, the dizzier he felt and the more his legs started to shake until they were too heavy to lift. By the time he reached the edge, he was crawling on all fours.

The river they had crossed earlier in the forest thundered hundreds of metres below them, looking like a mere trickle of water from their current position. Lan Xiaoli instantly broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head. “Haha, no.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’? It’s not that far,” Mu Chun said and, with the help of Zhang Chengling, placed the makeshift bridge on the ground to connect the two sides of the ravine.

Five metres wasn’t that huge a gap indeed, especially for people with a background in martial arts or cultivation, but Lan Xiaoli still refused.

Mu Chun raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you scared?”

Lan Xiaoli first considered denying it, but then he nodded despite himself. He bit his lower lip in the face of his own body’s betrayal.

Mu Chun smirked. “Want me to carry you?”

“I do not believe this narrow piece of wood can carry one person, let alone two. It will break,” Lan Xiaoli said flatly.

Mu Chun sighed. “I’ve tested it. It’s fine. But if you don’t believe me, we can send Chengling first to show you it’s safe,” he said. “If you don’t mind,” he quickly added, flashing a smile at Zhang Chengling.

“Not at all,” Zhang Chengling said. Having felt the plank himself, he knew it was made of sturdy wood. So he went ahead and easily crossed it. Once he’d safely reached the other side, he waved at the other two.

“See?” Mu Chun said. He bent one knee to the ground and patted his own back. “Hop on, Young Lord.”

Lan Xiaoli struggled internally for a moment, but had to begrudgingly admit that his fear was greater than his pride. He had no choice but to throw his dignity overboard and accept Mu Chun’s offer.

With Lan Xiaoli on his back, Mu Chun strode across the makeshift bridge with confident steps. However, just when they passed the middle, a soft cracking sound echoed beneath them. They both froze – but the bridge held firm.

Even though Mu Chun proceeded with caution, another one of his steps was accompanied by a louder crack, and the narrow plank broke. Just as Lan Xiaoli had predicted.

Lan Xiaoli inhaled sharply, too shocked to scream. Instead, he clung even tighter to Mu Chun and buried his face in Mu Chun’s neck.

Mu Chun, on the other hand, was quick to react. With the last grip of his foot on the crumbling plank, he leaped towards the ledge, extending an arm.

Zhang Chengling was already holding out his hand to grab Mu Chun’s. This scene felt all too familiar, so he had preemptively moved into position to catch them. As he pulled them up, Zhang Chengling stumbled backwards, and the other two crashed onto him.

Lan Xiaoli hadn’t realised they were safe yet and was still clutching Mu Chun tightly, his eyes squeezed shut in fear. As none of them made a move to get off, Zhang Chengling began to wheeze under their weight.

Mu Chun patted Lan Xiaoli. “Can you get off, please? Chengling is dying.”

When Lan Xiaoli noticed they weren’t actually falling, his eyes snapped open. He promptly climbed off Mu Chun and flopped onto his own back to catch his breath.

Once Mu Chun felt Lan Xiaoli’s weight lift off him, he also rolled off Zhang Chengling and ended up right on top of Lan Xiaoli.

“See, we did it!” he said with a grin.

Lan Xiaoli looked at him in disbelief. “It BROKE!!”

Mu Chun paused briefly, his grin not faltering for a second. “...But we did it!”

At a loss for words, Lan Xiaoli pinched Mu Chun’s hip as hard as he could. Mu Chun squirmed in response, but refused to get off. “To be fair, I only had the chance to test this bridge with one person, so you can’t really blame me,” he argued.

“This was hardly a bridge!” Lan Xiaoli retorted.

While the two were bickering, Zhang Chengling had gotten up and awkwardly cleared his throat.

Mu Chun glanced at him. “See, Chengling agrees with me!”

“...I just want you to quit flirting so obnoxiously,” Zhang Chengling said, weariness written all over his face.

This reminded Lan Xiaoli of the position he was in, prompting him to hastily crawl out from under Mu Chun. “I was NOT,” he objected.

Mu Chun jumped to his feet as well and shamelessly exclaimed, “I was!”

Lan Xiaoli skilfully elbowed him right in the guts for that remark, causing Mu Chun to snort and bend over in pain.

A short while later, they reached the back entrance of the residence. Climbing up the hill had taken some time, so it wasn’t long before nightfall. As soon as it was dark, they proceeded as planned. Their infiltration went smoothly – just as Mu Chun had predicted, there were no guards in sight, and the trio slipped into Lord Zhu’s estate undetected.

Mu Chun steered them through shrubs and bushes into an inconspicuous cave, which turned out to be a hidden tunnel leading to the mansion.

The corridor in which they found themselves was dark and damp, and ran in a single direction. The walls were entirely made of moss-covered stone, with only a few torches hanging from them. The gloomy atmosphere reminded Lan Xiaoli of a dungeon.

It seemed this tunnel had been built on purpose. But for what reason would anyone need a secret passage, unless they had something to hide? Then again, it was a friend of his uncle, so Lan Xiaoli wasn’t that surprised after all.

Unable to see well in the dim light, Lan Xiaoli traced his fingers over the wall to guide himself through the darkness. They’d been walking for about half an incense time, when a part of the wall he was touching slightly gave way.

An instant later, the ground beneath them began to quiver with sudden tremors.

“What is happening?!” Zhang Chengling exclaimed.

Mu Chun stared at the ground in alarm, then at the wall behind Lan Xiaoli. Lan Xiaoli met his gaze with panic in his eyes, clinging desperately to the wall. Though his touch was light, it seemed he’d managed to accidentally push into one vicious stone and triggered a hidden mechanism.

“A-Li activated a trap!” Mu Chun replied, reaching out to grab Lan Xiaoli, but it was too late. The ground opened up with a resounding rumble, and all three of them plummeted into darkness.

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 12

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing from a child, Ransom antagonizing a child, mentions of murder

Ransom was out of his car before Bucky Curtis had pulled to a stop, rushing towards you instantly. His eyes were widened in alarm as he noticed the red mark on your cheek. He felt rage brewing in his heart as he looked at you and then to your men. He pulled out his gun and aimed it between them, “what the fuck happened? Who hit her?”

As soon as you shied away from his hand, he looked back to you, his attention pulled from Nick and Frank.

“Get away from my mom!”

Ransom’s jaw ticked as he looked at the little boy. But you shook your head, ”I-I lied to him… Ransom, please put the gun away.”

Ransom glared at the young man in between himself and you. His glare settled on Charles and his nostrils flared, “you mean he hit you?”

“I-I deserved it, Rans-“

“You’re a woman and his mother,” Ransom growled, glaring at the boy again, “he should never raise his hand to you, Nicola. I would never even think about hitting my own mother.”

“Ransom, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” he argued, half tempted not to holster his gun. But when he felt your hand on his pec, his eyes softened, and he looked at you. He holstered it and his hand reached out to touch your cheek, “are you okay?”

“Loki…”

And suddenly his walls were back up as Curtis, Ari, and Bucky walked around the perimeter of the house, pausing at the beginning of the backyard. He was quick to pull you to himself as though his body would be your shield if Loki was still lurking around the corner.

“Boss…you’re gonna wanna see this,” Bucky commented with a stern look, “it’s definitely Loki’s work…and he massacred them.”

“I don’t need to see a massacre, Barnes…”

“Loki and Kemp,” you answered, clinging to him, “th-they had Charles.”

“Oh, so your son will watch his grandfather and his men be murdered and he slaps his mother…” Ransom growled, turning back to the child, “sounds like he needs to learn some manners. Or don’t they teach that in Italy?”

“Ransom.” He turned his attention towards you again and he noticed that you had a nervous look in your eyes.

“Baby…what’s wrong?”

“Baby?”

You blushed, looking away from how your son seemed to question your newfound relationship with Ransom.

“Play your cards right, and I’ll make sure you don’t get shipped off to military school for hurting your mom, you little shit.”

“RANSOM!”

“Yeah, we get it, you hate Ransom, he’s banging your mom, and she called him for help,” Bucky said sarcastically to the awkward trio. Your eyes went wide, and you rushed your son and attempted to cover his ears, but it was too late. The damage was done, “It’s an even more awkward situation if we keep tiptoeing around it. Now, what do you want us to do, Ran? Curtis will sweep the house and make sure there’s no bugs or explosives, but she can’t stay here...not with the target on her back. Not unless you want to be burying her and the kid next.”

“Mommy?”

Your son had turned to you, and you looked away from him, embarrassed that he knew what was going on between you and Ransom wasn’t strictly business. The two of you had already had a discussion when he brought you flowers, and you had told your son that you weren’t interested. It was an obvious lie, but one that he hadn’t felt the need to call you out on. At least, not until now.

“You’re staying at my estate,” Ransom said definitively ending the moment of unspoken communication between you and your son, “you and him…and your men.”

Your eyes shot back to Ransom, and it was your son who put his foot down, “We are not! And I mean not! Staying with this pansy, mom.”

“This pansy is banging your mom.”

“RANSOM!”

“He started it.”

“Way to go boss!” Bucky smirked, stopping short of you three, “fighting with a six-year-old.”

“I’m eight, asshole!”

“CHARLES! LANGUAGE!”

Your son looked up to you, his hardened exterior fading away as he gave you the most innocent look he could muster, “is this true? Are you sleeping with him, mommy?

“I don’t think that this is an appropriate conversation, Char-“

Mommy?”

“What do you want me to say, Charles?”

“The truth!”

“The truth is that it is none of your business,” you admitted softly, not really willing to disclose the exact relationship which you and Ransom had. But it was mainly because you, yourself didn’t know exactly what the title was. You knew that the two of you weren’t dating, but last night had felt so much more intimate than just simple sex. You felt connected to Ransom in a way that had taken you years to feel similarly with Charles, “but we will be staying with him, since he was kind enough to offer. Thank you Ransom.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

He smiled, watching as your son cringed when he called you by a pet name. He leaned in, pulling you into his arms once more as he stuck his tongue out at the young child. Charles glared daggers at the mob boss and looked up at Curtis, the silent man who was coming down the steps with a manilla envelope.

“What’s that?”

“Paternity shit and a DVD marked ‘conception,’ along with some other stuff,” Curtis grumbled, handing the manilla envelope directly to Ransom. You felt your heart thumping anxiously in your chest as you knew that it had to have been from Bobby. He looked at Charles and the young boy gave him a silent nod. He did the same, and his eyes shifted between Ransom and himself, “you the kid?”

“Obviously. Are you the dumbass?”

Curtis smirked at him, enjoying the snarky attitude, but you blushed and pulled your son beside you, “I’m so sorry, he’s not norma-“

“He’s fine. I like him,” Curtis admitted. Charles smiled, feeling like if he was going to be stuck with Ransom and you, that he’d at least find a friend in the standoffish brute, “he’ll get along well with Mary.”

“Who’s Mary?”

“So, you’re saying that you have two dads?”

“No. It’s really not that hard to understand, Mary shrugged as she tried to explain her situation to Charles yet again, “Uncle Frank adopted me…so he’s kind of like my dad…but I just call him Frank…and then there’s Ari. He’s uncle Franks boyfriend. They were supposed to marry each other, but your mommy and Mr. Ransom are jerks.”

Charles frowned, hearing someone talking bad about his mother, “my mommy didn’t do that. It was probably Ransom. He’s a right prick…I bet that it’s for sure all his fault. You’ve met my mommy. She’s nice.”

“Yeah,” she sighed in agreeance, “I do like your mom. But when they made Frank and Ari break up, I wasn’t allowed to be here anymore. I never been to your estate, so I don’t know what that’s like. Is it nicer than here?”

“Wait…so you know this place?”

“Of course I do,” she giggled, leading him through the massive corridor on the third floor, “this whole floor was for me, Curtis, Bucky, Frank and Ari when Mr. Ransom insisted we live together to be closer.”

“I like Curtis,” Charles smiled, “he lets me swear.”

“He’s really cool,” she admitted, “he’s the weapons guy for Ransom. And Bucky is the security guy…what does Nick do?”

“I don’t know what any of them do,” he shrugged, “I haven’t been with my mommy long.”

She frowned, “I haven’t seen my mommy in a long time either…but at least I have Frank and Ari. And now that we’re in lockdown together because the bad guys went after your mom, you can help me.”

“Help you?” he asked, “help you with what?”

“You have to help me get Frank and Ari back together.”

Charles bit his lip, weighing his options. Then he smiled, “okay. I’ll help you…but under one condition.”

“Name it!”

“You have to help me break up Ransom and my mom.”

She sneered, “Ransom and your mom? They’re dating? That’s gross.”

“I know,” he grumbled, “so what do you say, Mary…you gonna help me?”

She sighed, “fine…but only if we get Ari and Frank together first!”

“Deal!”

Chapter 13

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I'm curious about Kaito & Akiho's ethnicity. They have JP names but those are surely not real names. Akiho's blonde hair & blue eyes look caucasian, but it is normal for characters in manga/anime to have colorful hair & eyes. They use Japanese honorifics when addressing people, but perhaps they just adapt to the language in each country they visited; or this is just for practical reason since the manga is written in Japanese and for all we know they actually speak British English with each other

I LOOVE when I receive asks like this! :D Thank you so much, anon! Aaaahhh this has the potential to turn into a full ramble so bear with me if it becomes long XD I fully intend to share all the theories, hints and headcanons I have on the matter!

Soooo, Kaito and Akiho's ethnicity!!

Let's start from their names, first and foremost.

I also believe there's no way those are their real names, and for Kaito we've already had our confirmation (here you can find some more info on the origin of the false name Kaito is using right now).

For Akiho, her full name is so connected to that of Sakura that is hard to believe it wasn't fabricated specifically in that way. Let's remember the translation of her full name:

詩之本 (Shi-no-moto, Origin of poetry) 秋穂 (Aki-ho, Autumn spike)

She's born and partly lived her childhood in England, her looks and also her complete ignorance of Japanese culture makes it hard to believe that one of her parents might have been Japanese and named her accordingly...I mean, I think if one of her parents was Japanese she would've mentioned it by now (sure, important info can always be disclosed by surprise in the finale, but it would sound quite inconsistent with her behavior throughout the series).

And yes, I think I'm one of the first fans who came up with the theory that her real name might be Alice and that her clan might actually be the Reed Clan, even though the canon story seems to not be wanting to confirm or disprove that theory yet. What is sure is that the actual family name of the clan is never mentioned.

It would make a lot of sense for her clan to be the Reeds, because it would explain the specific competition towards the Li clan in Hong Kong (maybe due to their shared connections to Clow Reed, a magician whose father was a Reed and his mother was a Li), and also the star imagery on their robes (we've seen that theme on Clow's robes too). Not to mention that it would be super cool to find out something about that side of Clow's family, since until now we've only ever got mentions from the Li clan. Theories and headcanons would run free as to why Clow decided to live in Hong Kong, closer to the Li’s, instead of staying in England (seeing the clan's behavior? Would only make sense)

And I would really like Alice as a first name for Akiho (see, even the initial and number of kana is the same: A-ri-su / A-ki-ho), personally I think it would also make sense as to why Kaito and Momo keep calling Sakura "Alice", if Kaito's goal is really to switch the two girls' lives: they're just calling her with the name of the "role" she would have to take on after the switch is completed. That, and all the symbolism there would be behind a real name that represents her past and roots in the clan, and the fake name she’s willingly using now, which represents her current life, the one she will choose to live from now on.

Why a fake name? There might be many reasons.

First of all, it would be for her own protection, as we all know that in CLAMP’s world, knowing someone’s real name is like having them in your hands. Seeing as Akiho is also, unfortunately, a “storage” of powerful magic, she’s exposed to the greed of the magic community, and so for her protection it would be only sensible that Kaito or Momo chose a fake name for her. Is she aware of that? I think she is. That scene in chapter 62, during the play reharsals, where Akiho got a brief moment of uncertainty at the question “What’s your name?”, and she seemed about to say something, but then stopped......that’s very suspicious.

And if we want to throw Lilie into the cauldron of theories for Akiho's ethnicity, I find interesting to point out that Lilie is a German name (it’s German for "Lily", as everyone probably imagined) and she mentions, in the flashback of chapter 60, to have baked chocolate pretzels for Kaito. Pretzels are typical of German cuisine, so I can't help but wonder if Lilie is partly of German descent, thus making Akiho partly German too. I think it would make sense as to why the Clan is always called as "the most ancient clan of magicians in Europe" and never specify their location/nationality (we can infer that from the flashbacks of the meeting between Lilie and Nadeshiko: they are based in England). Maybe their location is indeed in England, but the clan is so big that there might be members who are partly of other European countries as well.

And this is my pool of theories regarding Akiho’s origins.

Now, Kaito. As mentioned before, we know the name he’s using right now is a fake one, and for a magician of his rank it’s only logical. But what about his origins? In the flashback of his past, we can see Kaito ever since he was a toddler. He was very small, and found himself (the indication of how small he was is that he started to develop an “awareness of his surroundings and himself”) in this community/circle of people - not really sure how we should call them, but they were all males and wore all the same kind of outfits. It isn’t really clear where that first place was located in, but the hats those people (and Kaito) wear are cossack hats, and the place seems really cold so I don’t think we're too wrong if we say that might be Russia. Russia is also bordering Europe, so it would make it easier for the Association in England to find him there. By the way, I think those people with those cossack hats were the ones calling the Association to remove Kaito from their community, as they seem quite afraid of his powers from the few panels we can see. But is Kaito Russian? We can’t know for sure. He doesn’t look like one. His traits seem....more like Chinese, if anything. And here I can introduce my theory that Kaito might be from the Li clan. Let’s blast away any doubt right from the start: no, I don’t think he’s Syaoran’s illegitimate brother or something like that (ffs, Yelan might seem stiff but I’m sure she’s a decent person). But the Li clan is big, so he might have been born in another branch of that clan. Now, was he abandoned? Or abducted? We’re not sure, as the verb used in Japanese in his backstory means “removed”, but it isn’t clear if it was willingly or forcingly. How did I came up with this theory? It isn’t very solid, but elements keep adding onto it as we go so I don’t want to dismiss it yet. It all started when Yelan appeared for the first time in the manga in chapter 41. As you all know, I draw Kaito quite a lot and in order to make him look as close to the manga style as possible, I studied the structure of his face quite a lot. How his eyes are supposed to be drawn and all.

And Yelan’s eyes have the exact same structure of Kaito’s. Is this to indicate that he’s from that ethnicity as well? And what happens when we add the fact that he’s got that dark hair, that his magical power is Moon based, and that he keeps wearing asian-inspired outfits more and more, as of lately?

I don’t know if this will be confirmed or not, but I’d be really excited if he was born into the Li clan. Sure, that wouldn’t really mean anything as I don’t think he would feel to “belong” there, but since I can only hope and imagine a happy ending for them, it would be nice as a concept to think Kaito could have at least the support from Syaoran’s family and Eriol too (once all is cleared up, of course).

As you said, it would be really poetic to have Akiho and Kaito be the two new “offsprings” of the families that united and gave birth to Clow Reed long long time ago. This would put once again Clow as the common denominator between all the parties involved (and I mean this in the most positive way :D), it would strengthen the message of understanding and “coming together” that this Clear Card arc is conveying, among other things: even if we seem so different from eachother, you might never know what shared experiences you might have with someone else. And that contributes to the effort of understanding one another. Let aside that, as a personal wish, I hope Kaito and Akiho will have a future together and that would signify once again the Li and Reed families symbolically reuniting just like it happened with Clow (I don’t think any of those two would want to have ties with their families of origin, though, maybe only Akiho would have a nice memory of her parents).

All things considered, I still identify Akiho and Kaito as British, because it seems like England is the place where they lived in for longer time, and that formed their personal culture. We see Akiho talking and taking notes in English, in the anime, so that is definitely her culture of reference. I think for Kaito’s mannerism we could say the same. I would looooove to see Akiho and Kaito actually conversing in English in the manga, but as CLAMP are still not very well versed in English (I think Nekoi was studying it, but her knowledge might be limited), I dunno how comfortable they would be with that. But for sure, I can definitely headcanon them talking in British English to each other every now and then, in their household ^_^

#Card Captor Sakura #cardcaptor sakura #clear card arc #yuna d. kaito #Akiho Shinomoto #reply

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Last excerpt. Thanks for your patience. 😉

Explanation here.

The Possibility of Being - Book 4: Vessel

"Look, I need to find out how much shit Vincent might've stirred up getting free of Celina's place last night. If any bodies show up with the same kinds of wounds -"

"There are no bodies."

Both she and Father twisted in their chairs and watched as Vincent entered the study from the back passageway. To Diana's appraising eye, he was still way too pale and looked like he could've used a lot more sleep, but the fog that'd covered his eyes the night before seemed to have lifted. And he didn't look nearly as spooked.

He greeted them with stiff formality. "Father. Diana."

She stuck out an arm as he reached her chair. Vincent hesitated a moment before enfolding her hand in his. Squeezing lightly, he released it and then settled into the chair opposite her and Father. He folded his hands in his lap and then raised his eyes to hers, waiting for her to ask what he had to have known was the inevitable question.

What the hell, she thought, I can play straight man.

So she asked, as Father slid a mug of tea in front of him, "What do you mean, no bodies?"

Vincent shrugged and said, "I killed no one last night." Then he leaned up and pulled the honey jar toward him and began methodically sweetening his tea.

When it became obvious that was all he was going to offer, she traded a flick of the eyes with Father and rejoined, "C'mon, you gotta give me more than that, babe. What happened?"

He finished stirring his tea and set the spoon, curved side up, on the table. He blew into the mug and carefully sipped. Setting it back down, he began tracing small circles on the table with a claw tip. It was as close to fidgeting as Vincent ever came.

"I woke up," he finally offered. "Or regained consciousness. Emerged from a fugue. Call it what you will. The door of the room I was imprisoned within was open. All was dark beyond: the whole of the place where I was. And unpeopled. There was no one but me. I simply found my way out and made my way back here."

She gaped at him incredulously. Vincent just looked back at her, his gaze level and his expression giving away absolutely nothing. Which was also pretty much what she was picking up from him. He was locked up tight, all his walls thrown high. Inside, Diana was busy patting at those walls, testing them, searching for a way to breach them, and finding nothing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Father open his mouth to speak and flipped up her hand to halt him.

"Wait a minute. She just let you go?"

"So it would seem."

The only thing Diana knew at that moment was that she didn't know anything. At least not when it came to the bigger picture. She had no illusions that her little chat with Celina was behind Vincent's release. She'd had enough experience to know when she had the upper hand and when she didn't, and she'd damn sure not had it with Celina. No way in hell that psycho bitch had been scared off so easily.

And to make matters worse, she wasn't even sure she could believe what Vincent was saying. He'd never lied to her before, and he was likely telling her nothing but the truth now - but only as much of it as he felt he needed to. She was convinced he hadn't even begun to divulge all the details she now knew he was determined to keep to himself.

Meanwhile, Father had decided it was okay to talk and was saying, "Perhaps this woman had a change of heart and -"

"Change of heart, my ass!" she exclaimed. "She's up to something." Locking eyes with Vincent again, she added, "You can't tell me she went to all the time and effort to plan this out, snatch you up, and then three days later just let you go. No way. I don't believe it."

"Believe whatever you like, Diana," Vincent told her quietly, "but that is what has happened."

"There's more to it than that," she said. "We both know there's something else going on here."

Vincent calmly rejoined, "What would you have me say?"

Diana was vaguely aware of Father shifting his eyes between the two of them, silent witness to a dialogue she and Vincent were having that went a whole lot deeper than words.

"How about you start by telling me what she did to you, what happened while you were locked up there."

And Vincent looked away, breaking contact as something escaped through a tiny crack in his façade and shown itself. It was only there for a second, but it was long enough. If she hadn't been watching him so carefully, she might have missed it. But she didn’t. And he knew it, looking back at her now with something very close to dread.

What she had seen there, what he'd tried to cover up but hadn't been able to because everything, everything, was right there in his eyes if you knew how to read him, was guilt. And what the hell did he have to feel guilty about anyway?

I needed to be sure, he'd said to her.

In that split second Diana knew two things she hadn't before: one was that she was filled was a sudden and furious sense of betrayal, so large she was shaking with it. And the second was that the rest of the conversation absolutely could not happen there. Not in front of Father. And not in a place where the all the advantages were Vincent's.

She abruptly shoved her chair back and wheeled away from the table, heading for the short staircase to the landing. She heard Father call her name but didn't bother turning around. Taking the left jog that opened onto the Long Hall, she made her way to Vincent's chamber to collect her jacket and bag.

Diana felt him coming just as she slung the handles of the tote over her shoulder, and she turned toward the tube leading in. That same massive wave of rage and sadness she'd felt in him the night before preceded Vincent into the chamber now, like an empathic trumpet call announcing his return. It was scalding after the near apathy she'd encountered in the study.

He came slowly down the passage and stopped just inside the doorway. Her face felt hot and tight as she forced herself to meet his eyes. And what she found there was like looking into the Abyss: dark and bottomless, and with no regard whatsoever for petty human concerns like what was safe or prudent or polite.

"Don't do this," is what he said to her. And it almost sounded like a warning.

"Don't do what, Vincent? I can't stand here and pretend everything is like it was before. Like these last few days have just been a little detour we've taken, and now everything is back to normal. Because we both know that's not true. Something is happening here, and I can't do a damn thing about it until you tell me what's going on. All of it."

He took a lurching step forward, hands clenched, and then rocked back. There was a long silence before he said anything, his eyes closing tight.

"I… I cannot…speak of it, Diana. Not now." He opened his eyes, and she was met with a look of despair as caustic as his anger had been. "Please, you must try to understand."

Attempting to keep up with his lightning fast shift of emotions was like being pushed on a swing, each shove bringing her dangerously higher, knowing damn well she'd eventually pass the point of no return and that swing would complete its inevitable loop, throwing her violently to the ground. She stood in place, swaying with indecision. She didn't want to be there, but she couldn't seem to go, either. She felt nauseous, like she might throw up.

"I'm trying, babe, I really am." She felt the sudden tears and blinked them away. "But what I'm thinking… the thoughts in my head. They're making me sick. And I'm so scared right now."

Vincent lifted his arms and without thought she stepped into them, as powerless to resist his offer of comfort as the tide was to the moon's pull. She hated herself for her weakness.

He drew her close and whispered against her hair, "So am I."

She let herself be held until the worst of her trembling passed, fading into shorter bursts that echoed in Vincent - that moved through them both. Then she pulled away and draped her jacket over her arm with careful precision. When she had it just so, she reached out and briefly cupped his cheek.

"When you're ready to tell me, Vincent, when you want to talk, you know where to find me." Diana brushed past him and started the long walk home.

#beauty and the beast 1987 #fanfic #the possibility of being #diana #vincent #father #4th season #mine

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casspurrjoybell-21 · 9 months

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Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 13 - Sweet Confusion - Part 3

Agenor

By the name of all the fucking Gods. I thought, my mind reeling at the news. A lover? And pregnant? How in the world did that happen? My thoughts raced as I struggled to process the information. Unconsciously, I tightened my grip on Nyx's neck, the tension in my body building. Suddenly, Maren left the cabin and Nyx began to struggle against my hold, trying to push me away.

"What the hell has gotten into you? Let go of me," he groaned, struggling against my tight grip.

I glared at him, feeling my anger boiling over. The more he stared at me, the more I sensed his fear growing. My eyes were drawn to the necklace he clutched so tightly in his hand. It had a mermaid drawn on it and I couldn't help but wonder who it belonged to. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly released my grip on his neck. He gasped for air, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. I reached for the necklace, careful not to hurt him again and slipped it over the collar that had already left a mark on his pale skin. As I pulled the necklace up, I noticed how it tangled with his hair and I brushed it aside.

"So this is the precious souvenir of yours?" I spat out, my voice laced with venom.

"My necklace. Give it back, Agenor. It's important," Nyx pleaded.

He reached out his arm to take it back but I had no intention of letting go so easily. Instead, I threw it across the room and he scrambled to catch it midair. Just as he was about to touch it, I snatched the chain and pulled it hard. Nyx cried out in pain and fell to the ground. I kneeled down and roughly took hold of the back of his neck, my hand tightened and my fingers, channelling my fury through my fingers as I tightened my grip. He tried to protest but my mind was too consumed with anger to register his words.

How could he possibly explain himself? Would he beg for my forgiveness for lying to me? Or worse, would he start spouting on about how much he loved her? He had told me he hated me before but was it really because of what I had done, or was it because he loved her? The thought of a woman taking up residence in his heart was like a storm raging inside my head. Does he light up every time she enters the room? Does he gaze at her longingly when she walks by? Does he strive to fulfill her every need? Images of him touching her body and smiling at her only fueled the fire of my anger."

"Agenor..." Nyx's voice was husky and weak, calling out to me.

But what could he possibly say? Beg for forgiveness and a chance to leave, to have a happy life with his precious woman and their child? That was not an option. He needed to understand that telling me all of this would do him no good. I refused to let him go. He was staying here, with us cursed pirates. He was mine to own. But then, his words penetrated my thoughts...

"Can't breathe... Agenor... you're... killing me..."

Killing him? I shook myself out of my tumultuous thoughts and glanced at Nyx. His eyes were brimming with tears and fear was etched on his face. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to kill him. I had released my grip on his neck but I didn't back away. Instead, my fingers wandered through his hair and gripped onto his black silky locks tightly. He coughed heavily and held his neck with one hand while gripping my arm with the other. Blaming eyes met mine as he hit my chest and spoke in a courageous yet sad voice...

"Damn you, Agenor... if you want to kill me, just... just hand me a sword and we'll fight like real men."

"Fucking hell, Nyx," I yell, yanking his face close to mine.

"Again with the killing. You think I'm out to get you?"

"You strangled me. Out of nowhere. What the hell's wrong with you?"

"You lied to me," I screamed, and he stared back in full confusion.

"Lied? I never lied to you."

His eyes held a determined look.

"That's it. I can't take this anymore. You've been messing with my mind ever since I stepped onto this damn ship. Accusing me of things I never did," he said, pausing for a second before continuing with daring eyes.

"You want me to go by pirate rules? Fine. I challenge you, Agenor."

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Hi, I wanted to request a scenario for the dorm leaders separately where him and S/o are dating. Grim comes running to find him and tell him Crowley was sending S/o back to their world. So the dorm leader goes running into Crowley's office and plead S/o to stay in twisted wonderland, telling them how much they love them and admitting they want to get married when they graduate. S/o agrees to stay, but explains that Crowley only gave the option to go back and Grim just assumed they were leaving.

Dorm Leaders + MC's Chance To Leave

So I have to be honest, this was a little challenging for me since I didn't want to repeat the same scenario, so some scenarios turned out a little more angsty than the others, so please be warned of that

Besides that, I had a lot of fun on the reactions of the Dorm Leaders! Please enjoy! Cut for length

"Hoi! Dorm Leader!!"

A furry cat ran up to the Dorm Leader, in full panic as his swishing tail flickered anxiously.

"Listen here!" Grim pawed at the student's feet, the mention of your name catching his attention. "YN's leaving! You have to go and stop her! I overheard her in Crowley's office!"

"…What?"

Malleus Draconia

He summoned as much magic as he could, transporting him to the principal's door and blasting the door open

"YN…!"

He was truly scared, and his fear translated through his own magic as the whole school felt the earthquakes

The draconic fae hugged you tight, his much larger frame engulfing you completely. "YN, please don't go… I don't know what I'd do without you so please…"

"Wait-"

"No, please let me finish," He said, his finger silencing you. "YN, I love you. I love you my dear, more than you'd possibly know. I want to do so much with you. I want to marry you once I was done with school, and I was hoping to take you to the Valley of Thorns!..."

"My Queen, please consider staying with me."

Despite his desperate grip, you patted his head, giggling at the confession.

"Tsunotarou… I'm not going anywhere."

Crowley coughed, "M-My my… What a passionate proclamation of love…"

Malleus was utterly confused, but all he understood was that you weren't leaving him

You explained the whole situation, although you had to tease your precious fae for overreacting

"Tsunotarou~ Should I prepare my wedding dress now?"

The Prince of the Faes has never blushed harder…

Riddle Rosehearts

He hoped he wasn't too late, as he raced down the halls, abandoning every rule he himself established in the dorms

"YN! You're not allowed to leave me!"

His face reddened with rage and despair, anticipating for the worse as he fell to the ground

He felt the familiar touch of you, as you held his cheek

He reached out to you, confessing his worries

"YN, if you really leave me... I don't think I can handle it anymore. You mean so much to me... If you're leaving me, at least know that I love you to the point I want to have a wedding right after graduation!-"

"R-Riddle... you really want to marry me?" You shied away, hiding your face in your hands

"Of course!" He protested. "You're the only one I'd be on my knees for, so please... don't leave."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at such a serious moment like this. "Riddle... I never planned to. I turned down Crowley's offer. I'm staying here... with you. So don't cry, Riddle."

He felt like an utter idiot for believing Grim

"O-Of course! I'm... Thank you for staying with me, YN."

Kalim Al-Asim

He dropped everything he was doing, racing to the principal's door

Jamil was the unfortunate soul who had to clean up after him

Kalim didn't want to miss you, he just had so much so say to you

When he burst in the room, Crowley protested the sudden interruption

He was quickly silenced by Kalim throwing a pillow at him

"YN! My beautiful Zahra!" He proclaimed, getting on one knee. "My Zahra, will you marry me?"

"W-What?"

"If you marry me this instance, you'd consider not going back!" He cried, the tears soaking his shirt. "YN, I don't… Don't go… What am I supposed to do?"

You wiped away your lover's tears, kissing them away

"Kalim, I never planned to. I'm staying here with you, my sweet prince, even if I can go back," You said, brushing the ends of his hair

"R-Really?"

You nodded, your cheeks warming at the thought of Kalim's sudden proposal. "Y-Yeah… Did you mean to marry me though?"

"YN, I'd propose to you over and over again if that's what you want."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul snapped, crushing the contract he was preparing for some student that harassed you the other day

He was in denial at first, but he wasn't about to take any chances

If he had to keep you here by a contract, he'd do so

"Crowley! What is the meaning of this?!"

He protectively pulled you into his arms, stating his purpose. "YN, you are not going back," He turned to you. "You don't know if it works! It could be a scam! You're safer with me-"

"Azul, you're-"

"YN," He faced you, bringing his gloved hand under you chin. "Don't underestimate my love for you. If Crowley… If he didn't step in, I'd propose to you by graduation and I'd bring you the Sea to meet my parents and-"

"Azul, my adorable octopus. I didn't agree to go back," You said, setting your boyfriend straight. "I'm not going anytime soon, not away from you that is."

Most would've expected him to be in tears when hearing you were leaving, but Azul was a sobbing mess hearing that you stayed

"R-Really? YN… Thank you, thank you my Angelfish for staying with me…" He sobbed into your shirt, swaying into the hug

"You shouldn't underestimate my love for you either, my future husband."

Idia Shroud

Idia almost broke the game controller in his hands, his jaw agape at Grim

"Extra… You shouldn't be telling me lies…"

Idia, of course had to set out on a quest to reverse the fate of this story!...

He rushed to the den of the wicked, and there the trickster principal was tempting you to go back!

"YN! Don't fall for his schemes!" He cried, his hair of flames burning brighter than before. "I… I won't let you go back home!"

Ortho, at his side, dutifully restrained the crow from retorting anything as Idia tried to convince you to not leave

"YN… Just say anything and I'll give it to you. Just don't go!!" He said. "Is it because you thought I was hiding something from you? If it's that, I'm willing to show you!"

He rustled a paper out of his jacket, unfurling it to reveal a design of a ring…

"Here!" He presented, at this point quite desperate to keep you here. "I-It's the ring I plan to propose you with! It was supposed to be after my graduation, where you could be next to me all the time…"

You cupped the face of your frantic boyfriend, hushing him

"Idia, sweetie, I agreed to stay even before you came," You explained, telling him that you never planned to leave as well how you appreciated his notion of marriage

Idia pulled you into a tight hug, happy that you never gave up on him

"YN, I'll try to make you as happy as I can!"

Leona Kingscholar

To everyone's surprise, Leona's first instinct wasn't a fit of rage. Instead, the second prince went into a burst of tears with hits frustration

"YN… There's no way she would…"

He had to prove himself wrong. He had to

Otherwise he'd might just break then and there

"YN! Where are you?..."

He almost worried if he were too late

He couldn't explain the bloom of relief that swelled in his chest as he saw you still in this world

He grabbed you by the shoulders, unexpected words spilling from his lips

"YN, did I mean nothing to you? Was I nothing when you showed me love?!" He cried out, his tears flowing freely. "Was… Was I even worth it? Was I?"

He sunk to his knees, as he gave up all hope for you to stay

"I wanted to make you mine… I wanted to marry you and live with just the two of us…" He sobbed, his claws digging into his own skin

"Was I that easy to forget?"

He didn't expect the warmth of your hug comforting him. "No Leona," You said, shedding a few tears yourself. "I could never forget you, which is why I chose to stay. I'm never leaving you, not even for my old life."

"YN… you really scared me, y'know?"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil wanted to crush that cat under his heels for bringing such dreadful news to him

He made his way to the principal's room, voicing his very annoyance the moment he barged in

"Principal! How dare you manipulate my sweet potato!"

He cuddled you in his arms, lulling sweet words into your ears in hopes of driving whatever rubbish you had to hear from Crowley

"My sweet potato, I… Please consider staying with me," He said, his hands ghosting over yours. "I… Just let me give everything to you if that's what you want! You can do anything, I just want you…"

You were about to say something, but Vil thought it was a retort of protest

"I had been planning everything for the moment I propose after graduation! I can't let that bird ruin that!" He cried, trying to hear a word of approval from you. "My… My beloved. Please stay with me."

You nodded, bestowing a kiss on your lover

"Vil, I'm flattered," You admitted. "But I was already planning to stay. I could never consider letting you go."

Vil couldn't stop himself from lifting you up and twirling you around. "Oh, my beloved! You're staying with me!" He repeated over and over again, enjoying the giggles that came from your lips

He set you down, realising your furry companion lied to him

"YN, I really want to crush that furball that tails you…"

"Vil!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst azul #twst idia #twst kalim #twst vil #twst leona #twst malleus #twst riddle #twst scenarios #twst wonderland #twst x reader #malleus x reader #riddle x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #leona x reader #kalim x reader #azul x reader

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randomfandomimagine · 2 years

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You Feel Insecure (Star Wars Preference)

Characters: Luke, Poe, Finn, Obi-wan, Anakin, Han

Requested by anon

A/N: As it turns out, this is actually my second SW preference and I had done a very similar scenario of them feeling insecure right here, check it out if you want! :)

Want to send a request? Read my rules first, please!

Luke

When Luke realizes you’re feeling insecure, he leaves everything and goes to comfort you. If you’re okay with it, he would gently hold you as he shows you a warm smile and tells you how great you are, how many good qualities you have and basically bathes you in compliments as he continues to give you cuddles and affection. “Oh, no... no, Y/N, that’s not true. You are great, and you’re smart and sweet and selfless and I will always be here to remind you about all of this when you feel insecure”

Poe

Poe doesn’t really know what to do or say to comfort you, but it breaks his heart to see you feeling so vulnerable and insecure. He feels a little clumsy and unsure about it, but he still goes to comfort you, even if he takes a bit of a playful and joking approach to it to relief the tension. He would put an arm around your shoulders and smile at you as he tells you words of comfort. “Don’t say that, Y/N, you’re the best. Do you think I would hang out with someone who isn’t? Don’t beat yourself up like that, I really like you and I will always enjoy having you around”

Finn

Finn would frown as he watches you crying, shrinking over yourself as the insecurities take over you. Refusing to let you dwell on those lies, he would shake his head and interrupt your mean words to yourself. Being very sweet and gentle, he would hug you and rub soothing circles in your back as he whispers kind words to you. “Y/N, none of what you’re saying is true. We all have insecurities, but you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Obi-Wan

Having such a close and geniune relationship wih Obi-wan, you would tell him how you feel and about your insecurities. Obi-wan would grow silent for a moment, seeming thoughtful, before finally speaking up. He would be very honest with you, in a good way, and tell you how highly he thinks of you and how much he appreciates you, and it’s very comforting. “Y/N, believe me when I say this: you are my favorite person in all the galaxy. So please, don’t think of yourself in such a way, don’t believe those lies, because you are wonderful”

Anakin

Anakin would remain calm, but he would immediately go to comfort you. Firstly, he would put his hands on your shoulders and lovingly gaze at you so you know what he’s about to say are kind words, and he would show you a soft smile that would already make you feel better. But when he gently talks to you, his words help you further. “We all have insecurities and things we struggle with, but you are so much more than just that. Y/N, I love you too much to let you think of yourself like that, you are incredible”

Han

Not being the best with handling and talking about emotions, Han would do what he feels does best: flirt with you. He would make you feel loved, hold you and bathe you in compliments to remind you how much he loves you, how amazing you are in his eyes and how absolutely crazy he is for you, which hopefully will make you feel better about yourself. He would smirk at you all along, even as he holds you and flirtatiously whispers those compliments to you. “You drive me crazy, Y/N. Do you even know how incredible you are? I don’t think you do, but I’m here to tell you. I always will be”

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I'll Always Come Back to You (Preath x Military!Reader)

Anon request: Hey love, could you write a preath x reader. With military!reader coming home to them both.Just pure fluff😢

3 months, that is how long your mission was supposed to take. Now here you were 7 months later still in Afghanistan.

Your job was very important and you were very proud of the work you did but it did have its downsides, the biggest one, being away from your girlfriends.

“How is it going? I mean I know you can’t tell us why but” Christen begins to mumble.

“Everything is going according to plan, I should be hope by the end of the month” You tell her.

“Really! That soon” You cannot help but smile at Christen’s smile, it was infectious.

But it was the sight of your other girlfriend that now had your attention.

“What’s the matter Tobs?” You ask as she clearly wasn’t as excited as Christen.

“Nothing” Tobin lies.

“Well I have just told you that I am coming home and you face looks like a brick wall”

“It’s just that…well…we have had this conversation before and I got excited the first and the second time even the third but now” Tobin doesn’t look at you instead she plays with her hands.

“Baby, look at me” you wait until she does so.

“I know it can be hard but I have a job to do which is bigger than me. It requires be to be away from you, both of you. I miss you both so much and I am doing everything in power to come home to you as soon as I can”

You look up just in time to see tears falling down Tobin’s face.

“We know it’s hard Y/N which just miss you is all” Christen tells you.

“So how is camp? We watched your came against Sweden, there’s nothing quite like watching my girls tear up the field” you say trying to change the subject.

“It’s going good, we finally nailed that set piece I was talking to you about the other day” Tobin says.

She goes on to describe the play in detail and you smile at her passion. You could listen to her talk about soccer all day.

“What?” She asks as she catches you staring.

“Nothing, I just love to see you smile” Tobin blushes at your compliment. You loved that you still had this power over her even it is from the other side of the world.

“Oh Y/N, I tried that yoga routine you recommended. I was so sore the next day I could hardly walk” Christen rolls her eyes at your smirk and Tobin’s giggle which she managed to cover with a cough.

“Don’t say it” She tells you.

“Sounds like I never left” You say smugly.

“Chris you practically set her up with that one” Tobin says playfully.

“Y/L/N time for briefing” Your hear someone say.

“Duty calls” you tell them “I love you both so much”

“I love you” Christen says.

“I love you” Tobin says.

“Please stay safe” They both say in unison.

You blow a kisses at the camera before ending the video call.

After the brief your sergeant asks you to stay back.

“I know you have been on base a little longer than expected and we appreciate the work you have been doing so we are releasing you from Duty. I have organised a flight for you, if you go pack now you might make it back for you girls’ game” He tells you.

You were finally able to go home and you will be able to surprise Christen and Tobin since they thought you would be back at the end of the month.

Your bags were packed and your were on the plane. In order to keep the homecoming a secret you would have to cancel a FaceTime with your girlfriends but it would be worth it in the end.

You send them both a text saying that you will be going dark for next 24 hours due to the mission to had.

20 hours later, you land in Houston. You look at your watch to see that that have an hour before kick off so you make your way to the game.

Meanwhile at the stadium Christen and Tobin are freaking out as they saw on the news that there was an explosion near the base you were staying in and they couldn’t get in touch you.

“I’m sure she is fine. You said that she was on mission so that means that she wasn’t on base” Alex says trying to calm them down.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it. Last time I felt like this Y/N had been shot” Christen said.

“Christen!” Tobin shouts “you can’t just say something like that”

Christen goes to Tobin and gives her a hug, whispering something in her ear that the rest of the team can’t hear.

“Right, listen up” Vlatko enters the locker room “Christen, Tobin I have seen the news and i want you both to know that you are excused from today’s game”

“I want to play” Christen says.

“Me too” Tobin agrees with her girlfriend.

Before going onto the pitch there is another news report saying that there were no casualties at the bombing so that put’s them at ease but your dark 24 hours were over and they still couldn’t get in touch with you.

You arrive at the game just as the referee blows the whistle and you cheer loudly as you see that both Christen and Tobin are starting.

The game is over before you know it. It was finally time be reunited with the loves of the life.

The players begin their walk around the stadium thanking the crowd, luckily Tobin and Christen are at the back which gives to the chance to get the attention of one of the other players.

It is Ash that sees you first and goes to one of the security guards letting you know that you are family and need to come to the locker room. He escorts you through the stadium, down the several corridors and then you see it. ‘Home Team Locker Room’.

The team had won so most of them were celebrating but not your girlfriends, they were checking their phones and you knew they were waiting for a text from you.

You stood in the doorway watching them for a moment. They were your everything and seeing them in person floods you with all kind of emotions. You don’t realise your crying until Alex passes you a tissue. Turns out everyone had noticed your presence, everyone but the two people you wanted to see you.

“They’re all yours” Ash tells you patting you on the back.

You hear Christen telling Tobin to try calling you one more time and you see your opportunity. You get your phone out of your pocket and turn it on.

Your phones goes off seconds later and your answer it.

“Y/N! You finally answered, please tell me you are ok?” Christen says and you smile at her concern.

“How about you turn around to see for yourself” You tell her.

Christen runs to you, jumps into your arms and you catch her spinning her around.

“I can’t believe you’re here” She says as she places a kiss on your lips.

“She’s really missed you, it has been harder on her this time” Christen tells you signalling to Tobin who is still in her locker staring at you in disbelief.

You place christen on the ground, taking her hand in your as you go to Tobin.

“Am I dreaming because I have had this dream before, you come home then I wake up and your gone again” She tells you.

“I’m here baby” you say.

She stands and kisses you, this one more passionate than the one you shared with Christen which surprises you. Normally Tobin shied away from PDA but not today.

“I really missed that” you say pulling away.

“I have missed you so much Y/N” She says with tears in her eyes.

The rest of the team stand in shock, they have never seen Tobin this vulnerable.

“I hate to break up this reunion but it’s time to go back to hotel” Becky tells you and you, Tobin and Christen frown. “Oh no, I don’t mean it like that. Y/N can obviously come with us”

The ride back to the hotel took too long for your liking. You just wanted to get back so that you could have some alone time with your girlfriends.

As soon as you arrived the three of you politely declined team meal which everyone full understood.

You got to the hotel room and quickly got a shower to freshen up whilst Christen and Tobin got changed. When you came out your were wearing some shorts and a sports bra.

“Those pictures you sent really didn’t do you justice” You blushed at Christen’s statement remembering sending those photos to her.

You lay on the bed between Tobin and Christen and Tobin begins scanning your body and you knew exactly what she was doing.

“This one is new” she says pointing to a scar on your leg then placing a kiss on it.

“So is this one” christen says and she copies what Tobin did.

You had several new scars, none no bigger than a quarter but your girlfriends were very observant.

“We’re not playing this game, despite how much I love where it is leading”

Tobin hold her hands up in defence.

“We just worry” Christen tells you.

“I know you do”

You kiss her forehead and then kiss Tobin’s.

“Is that a new hoodie?” You ask Tobin.

“It is” she replies.

You look at her giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You loved Tobin’s clothes and often stole them.

You watch her take her hoodie off and give it to you.

“It’s smells just like you” you say as you put it on “thank you” you kiss her cheek.

You lay between your girlfriends as you all watch a film. These are the moments you missed, when it was just the three of you.

“We’re really happy you’re home” christen tells you.

“I’ll always come back you”

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