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fandomfan102 · 3 years

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Chapter 6: An uninvited guest

Shu went back to his ship and he and his crew sailed away. It was night so, Cuza was blowing a torch, then lighting it up around the ship, then going down while swinging, then lights another one, then lighting all of the candle wicks. Cuza lit Xander's light, as he looked over at the ocean.

Xander: "Hmm."

Xander looks over at Shu who is looking at the star and walked over to him along by grabbing the torch.

Xander: "So, any idea how we actually get to Tartarus?"

He pulled out a map and looked at it.

Shu: "Tartarus? [chuckling] Oh, no, no, no, no. People get killed in Tartarus."

Xander: "So where are we going?"

Shu slams another map on the other map Xander had.

Shu: "Fiji."

Xander crosses his arms as he smirked at Shu.

Xander: "Fiji? This time of year?"

Shu placed his hands behind his head.

Shu: "Think of the beaches."

Xander: "Oh, beautiful, if you like mosquitoes."

Xander slaps his neck as he felt something on it.

Shu: "Think of the sun."

Xander uncrosses his arms.

Xander: "It's monsoon season."

Shu: "Oh, then the women."

Xander placed a hand on his shoulder.

Xander: "They're cannibals, Shu."

Shu: "Exactly."

Xander throws his head back and groans and walks off.

Shu: "Come on, Xander."

Xander: "He's your friend."

Shu: "Listen to you. You sound like my mother. Valt will be fine."

Xander: "You're sure of that?"

Xander places his fists on his hips with a raised eyebrow.

Shu: "You and I both know Kento is not going to let them execute his only son."

Xander: "So we're running away?"

Xander said that as he waves a hand.

Shu: "We're retiring. We don't need another score. We've got enough. Now, set a course for Fiji."

Shu turned to his crew.

Shu: "Gentlemen, we're heading to Fiji!"

Hyuga: "Fiji! Fiji!"

Shu went to a door that led down to his room.

Shu: "Xander... Book."

Then opened another door with three swords on the target on the back.

Shu: "Valt."

When he opened it he stops himself as he sees a familiar H/C haired woman in his room looking around his collection.

Y/N: "Look at all this. I can't believe it. Oh, but this can't be real. It'd be far too deli..."

She touches the skeleton and a tiny bone of its parts off of it.

Y/N: "Uh-oh."

She then turns around and sees something on a desk.

Y/N: "This is more like it. Stolen from Venezia."

Shu exhales, before getting into his calm composure then getting in.

Y/N: "From Pompeii... And from a brothel in Syracuse."

Y/N was leaning against a desk as she looks around and picks up a woman's top with crystal's jangling on it. Not noticing Shu behind her.

Shu: "Good guess."

Y/N gasps and turns to see Shu.

Shu: "What do you think you're doing here?"

Y/N narrows her eyes at him and throws the top away from behind her.

Y/N: "I'm here to make sure you get the Book of Peace. Or bring back your dead body if you fail."

Y/N crosses her arms as she stares at him sternly. Shu places his hands on his hips as he smirked at her.

Shu: "Really? And how are you going to pull that off?"

Y/N: "By whatever means necessary."

Shu leans against the table as Y/N clenches her fists. Shu crosses his arms.

Shu: "Did you bring a crew?"

Y/N: "No."

Shu: "You know how to get to Tartarus?"

Y/N almost hesitates.

Y/N: "Uh... no."

She then looks away.

Shu: "Can you navigate on your own?"

Y/N: "Yes!"

Shu: "Well, good! Then I'll dump your butt in a rowboat, and you can paddle all the way back to Syracuse. 'Cause we're going to Fiji."

Shu walks over to his and lays down on the bed, covering his eyes. Y/N smirks at him.

Y/N: "Fiji?"

Shu: "Yup."

Y/N leans against the pole.

Y/N: "Just as I thought."

Shu's small falter and uncovers his eyes.

Shu: "What?"

Y/N: "Shu, you're not a very complicated guy. All someone has to do is imagine the most gutless course of action, and you're bound to take it."

Y/N gets off the pole and places both of her hands on Shu's edge of the bed as she looks down at him.

Shu: "Hey, this is not my problem. I did not steal the Book."

Shu crosses his arms. Then Y/N sits on the edge.

Y/N: "You're really not going to lose any sleep over this, are you?"

Shu: "Not a wink."

Shu rolls to the side and faces the wall like a child.

Y/N: "Because me, I'd be tossing and turning, knowing I'm alive... because I let my friend die."

Y/N leans closer over to Shu as she narrows her eyes at him with faltered lips. Shu widens his eyes and groans in disgust as Y/N moved away and walks away with Shu following behind.

Shu: "I'm not responsible for this mess. And I didn't ask Valt to put his neck on the line for me."

Y/N turns to him with a bored and uninterested expression.

Y/N: "Look, clearly I can't appeal to your honor. But I have other ways of convincing you."

Y/N places her hands on her hips as she gives Shu a grin as Shu had a slight pink blush on his cheeks.

Shu: "Really? Uh... just how do you expect to do that?"

Y/N: "By speaking your language."

Y/N gets closer to Shu's face before taking out a diamond in front of him. Shu takes a diamond from Y/N, holding it and examining it if it's real and looks at Y/N with an interesting look.

Shu: "Keep talking."

Y/N grabs Shu's hand before grabbing a bag filled with jewels before she shakes the bag of jewels to Shu, then throwing the bag away then crosses her arms. Shu shakes the jewels in his hand.

Shu: "Yup, this'll do! But not for first class."

Shu grins at Y/N, as she looks at him curiously yet nervously. Just then the door bursts open, Shu had Y/N hanged over his shoulder as she struggles to get off.

Shu: "As you can see, we're well equipped to accommodate the most discering of royal tastes. We have excellent ocean views..."

Y/N grabs his face before hitting his back with her fists. Shu threw her into a storage room filled with food.

Shu: "...luxurious living quarters, with three gourmet meals a day, pickles, eggs, and pickles. Oh, hey, Spike, there you are. I'd like to introduce you to your new bunkmate... well, actually, you're his new bunkmate, as it's actually his bunk. [chuckling]"

Spike jumps on Y/N and licks her face.

Shu: "We do hope you have a pleasant stay aboard the Chimera. Oh, if he starts hugging your leg, it means he likes you."

Shu backs up with the door ready to close. Y/N pushes Spike off of her.

Y/N: "If you think..."

Sinbad closes the door, locking it before Y/N could say anything then barking came from Spike. Shu walked up back on the dock while looking at the diamond she gave him.

Shu [whispers to himself]: "How did she even get on the ship?"

He stops as he sees his crew with the jewels in each of their hands. Hyuga puts a jewel in his mouth, Hikaru hiding it behind his back. Raul yawns before hiding it behind his back.

Shu: "Gentlemen, we have a new course. We're going to Tartarus."

Hyuga spits out the jewel.

Hyuga: "Huh? What happened to Fiji?"

Hikaru: "What? No fun?"

Hyuga: "No beaches?"

Shu walks up to staircase to the upper level before the flower necklace drops on his head.

Shu: "Cuza."

Cuza: "Sorry, Captain."

Cuza peeks his head over the lookout point with a ukulele in his hand before hanging down.

Cuza: "But did you say Tartarus?"

Shu: "That's right."

Cuza: "Will that be the same Tartarus from which no sailor ever returns?"

Sinbad pushes Cuza as he swings in front of Shu then circing him.

Cuza: "The Tartarus of the lost souls, where they grind your bones and pickles your spleen, and..."

Shu grabs Cuza's flower necklace.

Shu: "No, Cuza. This is the nice Tartarus, with lots of beaches and drinks. You know, with little umbrellas?"

Cuza [muttering in Italian]: "Non ci posso credere, non ci posso credere, mi hanno fregato ancora."

Shu walks up to the upper level and stands next to Xander who was smirking, Shu corrects him when he didn't say anything, crossing his arms and looking at the star.

Shu: "I'm only doing this for the money."

Xander: "Right. So how do we get there?"

Shu: "That star's our point."

Xander spins the wheel of a ship, then Hyuga and Hikaru pull the rope, then Raul ties the rope, then Xander holds the wheel. The ship then zooms out from a cup to Eris watching them.

Eris: "Wow. Our little thief isn't going to run away."

Eirs turns to her creatures as they hiss.

Eris: "He thinks he's going to pay us a visit."

Eris says in a mocking tone the creatures hisses and clicks.

Eris: "Hmm. Let's provide some mood music."

Eris licks her finger as she circles the cup with her finger and sirens appear swimming around the cup as they sing a melody.

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ererokii · 4 years

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Tsuki || Shouto Todoroki

Shouto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Tsuki means Moon in Japanese

Warnings: light cursing

Word Count: 2237

Synopsis: It’s time for you to walk down the aisle and Shouto reminisces your relationship beforehand.

Taglist: @shoutogepi @shoutosteakettle @shoutodoki @sugacookiies @burnedbyshoto @kingtamakimurder @pixxiesdust @fryingpanitachi

➺ Note: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! The prompt is Wedding Vows

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Todoroki Shouto adored you. Everyone could see it. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted you to be his for the rest of his life. He jumped at any opportunity that was given to him to make advances in your relationship.

Shouto stared into his reflection as he quietly fixed the bow tie of his suit. He tugged at the hem of the suit as he fixed the cufflinks on his undershirt.

“Todoroki!” Midoryia peeked his head through the door. “Are you almost ready? The ceremony is supposed to start soon.”

Shouto briefly nodded and pushed back a strand of hair that fell out of place. “Yeah. Just fixing myself. Do I look fine?” He turned around and held his arms out horizontally for emphasis.

He wore a dark grey suit that complimented his right side but somehow made his right side pop out in color. His hair was slicked back except for the hairs that were too stubborn to stay in place, falling in front of his face.

“You look great as always! But hurry up, I don’t know how much longer Kirishima can hold Bakugo down!”

From the outside, you could hear Bakugo’s yelling and the sound of explosions. Not too loud but loud enough.

A sweatdrop fell from Midoryia’s face as he stepped back. “Yeah we should get going before he somehow explodes this place”

“Right behind you.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“What if he lied and says no? What if this is some sort of game there are cameras secretly hidden so he can laugh in my face?!”

You paced back and forth, hands twitching by your sides as your dress dragged behind you. “What if he doesn’t love me?!”

“Y/N!” Jirou yelled that snapped you out of your panic, your head lifting quickly to meet her expression. “What?” You whispered meekly.

“Y/N honey” Momo places a hand on your elbow, a smile on her features. “You’re overreacting. Shouto loves you. Everyone can see it. I bet even strangers can see the love he has for you radiating off his body. There’s nothing to worry about. Plus he isn’t the type of man to joke about things like this.”

“He would be an idiot to say no! You have that boy wrapped around your finger! Tsu stop moving I can’t fix it” Mina grunted as she stood on her tiptoes, pushing the blue headpiece into her green hair. There! Perfect!”

You stopped in front of the full-body mirror, hands resting on your hips. The lace of the long sleeve ran it’s way down until it reached your forearm, the trim wrapping around with delicate patterns. Your back was exposed as the lace began again at the small of your back, flowing out as it trailed behind you. The dress hugged your curves, making you a walking statue of beauty. Your hair was in a low braided bun, strands of hair framing your face. A crown-like headpiece circled your head as your veil effortlessly enclosed around your body, making you look ethereal.

You teared up and began to fan your face. “Here they come” you choked out as you let your head hang back, a way to keep your tears at bay. “Aw Y/N” Ochako cooed as they came to surround you, wrapping their arms around your body but cautious of your dress and makeup.

“There’s no need to cry! You look so amazing! Every other bride out there in this world wishes they look as good as you!” Hagakure reassured, running her hand up and down your exposed back. “You look so beautiful. Shouto is one lucky man.”

The room erupted in agreement as a knock silenced all you.

You cleared your throat and fanned your face once more before speaking up, “Who is it?” you called and took a step towards the door.

“It’s Kirishima! It’s going to start right now so we all need to get paired up.”

Soon. Soon you would be walking down the aisle, holding the flowers tight to your chest to calm your nerves. Soon you would be saying your words of love to the man you were to spend the rest of your life with. Soon you would be leaving this place with your husband.

At the thought of leaving this place as Shouto Todoroki’s wife brought a smile to your face. You looked down at the carpeted floor as you gently kicked at it with the tip of your shoe. You were ready to start the next beautiful chapter with him. You remembered him acting strangely the day he asked you to be his on your fourth anniversary. He was a bit quieter like he reverted to his old school ways.

“Hello earth to Y/N? Did we lose her already?!” A hand waved in front of your face as a hand tapped itself on your shoulder.

Your head lifted quickly in shock, your eyes blown open as your mouth was parted. “What?!”

An amused giggle left Momo’s lips as she opened the door wider, allowing the rest of your bridesmaids to exit the room. “Don’t worry Y/N-San. It’ll be okay. We’ll all be up there!” she flashed you one of her charming smiles before exiting the room, leaving you by yourself.

You looked up at the ceiling as you let out your final breath, grabbing the flowers from the table and held it close to your chest. The music started playing, signaling everyone that you were to come soon. The beautiful melody filled your ears and it warmed the depths of your heart, the rhythm making your heartbeat join in sync.

You followed behind whoever was in front of you. It was hard to remember who was paired up with his groomsmen. Mina, who was in front of you, looked over her shoulder as her arm was interlocked with Kirishima’s arm. “It’s okay Y/N! It’ll be alright!”

Kirishima nodded in agreement. “It’s unmanly to be nervous! I bet Todoroki isn’t nervous at all!”

“Will the both of you shut up?!” Bakugo snapped as he fully turned around, dragging Hagakure in the process. “I want to get this shit over with but we can’t if you guys keep fucking talking!!”

Before you could retort back the doors swung open, allowing the first couple to walk through. Ochako and Izuku walked arm in arm together down the aisle, both showing their best smiles as your maid of honor and Shouto’s best man.

With space in between, each couple walked down in coordination before splitting up at the front.

You let out a deep breath as you clutched your hand to your chest. “This is it..” you whispered and let one foot move before moving the other, walking forward to a new chapter in your life.

As you made your appearance everyone stood up, Shouto’s head perking up at the sight of you, his mouth parting slightly. “Wow...” he whispered breathlessly as if you took his heart away from him again.

At the sight of your form walking closer and closer, he couldn’t help but drown in your appearance. You were beyond this world, something he couldn’t describe.

You walking down the aisle made him reminisce about how he got here. How he went from someone who didn’t need friends in his time in high school to having an almost wife by his side.

He remembered your first date. To be honest, he didn’t even know it was a date till you departed ways, asking for another one. Course he didn’t say anything about it but kept it to himself, lost in his thoughts.

The next dates after that were better than the first. The first being way too awkward that you did most of the talking. He noticed your form get closer and closer to him as you guys walked in the street, feeling the outline of your hand brush against his.

Your first kiss was… something to say the least. Your heads were angled weird as you bumped noses, emitting a noise from you and a soft smile to display upon his face.

Another date turned into another, then another, till it turned into your first anniversary. Your hardships only brought you guys closer, stronger to each other.

Your first fight tore him apart. He was being too distant as you said. He would come at late hours of the night and would leave first thing in the morning. You understood that he was a Pro-Hero, knew that he would be called whenever needed. You felt as if you weren’t needed and voiced your concerns.

One thing turned to another as he labeled you as clingy, not understanding, and whiny. You labeled him as distant, uncaring, and an emotionless bastard. The fight ended rather quickly when he saw your tears spewing out of your eyes as you whispered your insecurities to him. Right there he devoted any of his free time to you.

Yet here you were approaching him as he held his hand out for you to grab. Your smaller hand was engulfed by his bigger ones, leading you up the small steps to meet him at the top.

Your smile greeted him as he placed a kiss to your knuckles, placing your hand down by your side.

The voice of the Officiant, who was to wed you both was drowned out in the background. All Shouto could do was stare at you. His eyes drank in your figure as he slowly traced your form with his sight. To the way your hair was put in place to the flowing veil that covered your back, hiding you from the world. To the lace hugging your curves just right.

He snapped out of his trance when you took his hands in yours, facing him completely. Your lips moved that felt like an illusion to him. Your sweet voice filled the entire room as you declared your love for him. Your eyes gleamed with delight as your mouth was tugged up in a carefree smile, your hands twitching and squeezing with every word spoken.

Your eyes swelled up with tears as one of his hand reached to your face and gently wiped them away, his thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek gently.

“I promise to love you every day with my whole being Shouto. I promise to give my all to you through thick and thin. I love you Shouto.” You choked back a sob as you brought one of your hands to your mouth, covering it.

Shouto reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a white folded piece of paper. He unfolded it, fixing its creases as he stared down at his writing. “I had something pre-written down but,” he folded it again and placed it back inside. “I rather say what I feel right now.”

He let out a deep breath, “Y/N,” he began and lifted his head to meet your gaze. “No words can describe how much you mean to me. You’ve given me so many opportunities to prove myself that I was good enough for you. You were always there for me despite knowing what happened to me. You listened to me. You are my shoulder to cry on. As you are here for me, I promise to be there for you even though I know I’ll mess up.”

He grabbed both of your hands and held them to his chest. “You are my everything. You are my moon. You shined so brightly when I was in a dark place. In the dark, you showed me that there was something else out there that I couldn’t see. I promise to love, protect, and cherish you until I die and even until after that. My moon, I love you so much.”

He finished as your tears were openly flowing, your shoulders shaking as you shook your head.

“Todoroki Shouto, do you take Y/LN Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“Y/LN Y/N, do you take Todoroki Shouto as your lawfully wedded husband!”

“Yes!” You cried out and gripped Shouto’s hands tighter, your makeup messing up slightly. Shouto could only smile at your messy appearance but to him, you were beautiful. Full of emotion. Full of love.

“I now pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the br-“

Shouto wrapped a hand around your waist and brought you flushed against his chest, one of his hands cradling your cheek and he placed his lips on yours, sealing your bond of an ultimate form of love.

Cheers boomed throughout the place, sobs erupting from your bridesmaids.

“They’re just!! So cute!!” Mina sobbed into her arm as Tsu rubbed her back gently.

“Todoroki-Kun and Y/N-San are cute!! I can’t wait to babysit their kids!!” Momo wailed out as she shook her flowers, the petals falling off everywhere.

“That’s so manly!!” Kirishima wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, Midoryia reprimanding Bakugo for making a smart comment.

“This was a beautiful ceremony Kacchan! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Bakugo grunted and looked away from everyone, a small smile forming at his lips. Even though he wouldn’t say it, he was happy for both of you.

You pulled away and leaned your forehead against Shouto’s, your lips ghosting his as you bring your left hand to stroke his cheek. “I love you, Shou.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, leaning into your touch.

“And I you, my love.”

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throne-of-embers-and-storms · 4 years

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Seeing the Stars

Castiel X Reader

It was midnight and Dean, Sam and I had just arrived back at the motel. I look up to see the whole sky is blanketed in pure black without a star in the sky. Three months have passed since all angels fell from heaven and during that time I have joined the Winchesters on their hunting trips. I had to get used to human life fairly quickly once I fell and I still have many difficulties understanding the humans strange customs.

"Those vampires were a bitch…bar anyone?" Dean asks the two of us whilst already heading in the direction of the bar across the street from where we are currently standing. But suddenly, a metallic thrumming noise starts from the alley way to our left.

"Can you guys hear that or is it just me?" Sam, the younger Winchester, asks with a confused yet curious expression on his face.

"Never get a break around here…" Dean mutters quietly under his breath. The three of us start walking towards the alley where the noise appears to be coming from. At the end of the narrow aisle, a strange blue blur is appearing in and out of my vision. Is this some kind of demon trick?

The three of us inch our way to the strange sight ahead of us at the end of the alley, weapons in our hands. The blue blur takes a few seconds until it starts to materialize into an actual sight. A blue box with the words 'Police Phone Box' stand in front of me and it comes in and out of my view a few more times before it stops.

"Uh, Cas. Any idea here?" Dean asks me with wide eyes. I don't reply because honestly, I'm just as clueless right now. So instead I just shrug and the three of us start to move closer to the box ahead.

Out of nowhere though, the door is burst open by a man with a bow tie and shaggy brown hair who quickly takes in the sight of myself and the two Winchesters on either side of me as well as our, not so concealed, weapons.

"Uh, there's no need for weapons. I'm not here to hurt you." The man says with his hands slightly up as if in surrender. What is this blue box? I've never seen something like this. It just appeared... seemingly out of thin air.

"Who are you and what the hell is that?" Dean shouts at the man in apprehension and fear of the unknown.

"I'm the Doctor and this is the TARDIS. She's my ship. Who are you?" The Doctor asks.

"This is Dean and Sam Winchester," I say with glances at the two hunters. ", and my name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord." I say to the man in front of me.

"An angel? Well, I haven't seen an angel in centuries. Please come in. Let me show you around." The Doctor says, ushering us all into his TARDIS. Seen an angel? So he's met my kind before...

Who is this man? I have never heard of this Doctor, although he seems to know of my kind. Walking into the box, I look around and stop. I can vaguely hear Dean shouting how we won't all fit in here, but stepping into the box, I see that it is bigger on the inside. How? This technology is more advanced than humans possess. If only I was an angel… then maybe I could do something. But I do not believe this man wants to hurt us.

"Cas, man. Get out of there." I hear Dean shout from the outside. The Doctor leans against what looks like the control console of this contraption.

"Dean, Sam. It's fine. There's nothing to fear. We'll all easily fit." I shout back to the two brothers standing outside. "What is this?" I ask the Doctor who has gone to a screen behind me and is looking at it intently and focused.

Behind me, Sam and Dean slowly and anxiously walk into the Tardis, guns in hand. "Weapons away. You won't be hurt in here." The Doctor says with a glance at the two and a confused glance towards me. Why?

"Y/N, come in here. We have guests." The man with the bow tie exclaims out of nowhere.

"No need to shout. I'm here." A girl with (Y/H/C) hair comes bouncing down the glass stairs on my left. Wow. She's beautiful. I've never seen a girl like her. The way she walks with such confidence. "Who are these people Doctor?" She asks the man with a friendly smile.

"Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They stopped the apocalypse." He says motioning to the two behind me. Wait, How does he know that? Both are still looking in awe at their surroundings when they finally notice the girl called Y/N. Their eyes are focused on the girl in front of us and both walk forwards to be closer. She is stunning.

"Hello." She says with a soft angelic voice."I'm (Y/N) (L/N). This is the TARDIS. It's bigger on the inside due to sciency things, but I'm sure the Doctor hasn't explained a thing to you, going by your expressions that is." She says with a laugh towards the Doctor. "I guess you've never been in a time machine before. Wait apocalypse?" She says with a shock at the end, changing the subject.

"Against Lucifer." I offer to her. Turning her head, her (E/C) eyes meet my ice blue ones and all over I feel a warm feeling.

"Lucifer. What like the devil?" She asks and I nod my head as an answer, not being able to keep my eyes off her. "Huh, I thought they were just old stories you know, hell, heaven. In the future, religion really isn't a big thing. Nearly non-existent. Oh and you are?" She finally asks for my name in a sweet voice. Religion isn't a big thing, the future?

"Did you say the future?" Sam asks the girl. Her head turns away from me before I can answer and she starts to talk to Sam. For some reason I feel disappointment and another strange feeling to her talking to another man.

"Yes. I'm not from this time. I'm from the 51st century and live in what you would call London. Doctor what's going on?" She asks confidently. Her eyes shine with hope and dreams... and even a bit of rebelliousness.

"I found them outside. I've been wanting to meet you three for a long time. The ones that stopped armaggedon and that fight between the two archangels." The Doctor says whilst rapidly turning to us. His eyes are blazing with curiosity. "You've never met an angel have you (Y/N)?" He asks the girl.

"No. I haven't. Why? One of you aren't angels are you?" She says with the same curiosity in her bright (E/C) eyes as the Doctor. Her eyes shift amongst the three of us.

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord... or was." I say,my eyes falling to the glass floor.

"I was wondering about that. Where is your grace Castiel?" The Doctor asks, looking between the screen and I. That must be why he keeps looking at me strangely.

"Heaven was closed up and the angels fell. My grace was stolen by another angel, thus making me human."

"All angels fell?" (Y/N) asks me, stepping forward slightly.

"The trials right?" The Doctor asks. I don't say anything but stand in silent shock. How could he know that? "I'll take your silence as a yes." He says before checking more equipment on the console.

"How the hell do you know so much?" Dean asks angrily, obviously getting annoyed at the man's vagueness about himself. "Who are you?"

"You haven't told them?" The girl asks with a shake of her head before leaning on the console.

"I'm getting to it." The doctor replies, waving his hands at her to stop leaning on the controls. "So I'm the Doctor. I'm a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey and I'm very old. I'm basically a madman with a box." He says quickly, seeming to be in a rush. Timelord? I've never heard of a Timelord or Gallifrey before. "Okay, you guys ready?"

"Ready? For what?" Sam asks the man.

"An adventure." The Doctor says with an excited glint in his eyes before pulling down a lever. Then the doors shut and the room lurches up slightly. The metallic thrumming noise is heard again from the centre console of the room and everyone immediately goes to hold onto something to stop themselves from falling down. Sam, Dean and I are still in shock whereas (Y/N) and the Doctor are just laughing giddily to themselves.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean shouts from beside me.

"Wait and see." (Y/N) says calmly. Once the room stops shaking, the Doctor and (Y/N), who seems to be a companion of sorts, walk out of the room and step out of the doors. "Come on guys." She calls to us. Looking at each other, we slowly walk out the TARDIS and are shocked to see that we've moved.

"What..." Sam says, not being able to think of a solution for our shift in space. Laughing, (Y/N) and the Doctor look at us all and just walk around the place, commenting on the different species of people around us. Apparently we are not on Earth anymore and are on a planet far away. The Doctor says he just wanted us to see something and felt random at the time. I get the feeling that this is a normal occurrence with him.

During the day, the three of us had become settled into the new enviroment, Sam asking the Doctor plenty of questions about the universe and Dean trying every food he came across. I went a separate way, following (Y/N) as she showed me plenty of different things from a variety of cultures.

"Hey Cas. You hungry?" She asked me as she pulled me towards a cafe of sorts. "This place has great food. You'll love it." For some reason, I felt a connection towards this human girl from the future. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. I felt like I'd known her my whole life.

"Yes. I am actually." I answered to which she just smiled a breathtaking smile and pulled me to a table near a water display of sorts.

"Any idea what you want?" She asked me and when I looked at the menu I had no idea. As an angel, I never required food, but now, as a human, it was needed to keep me alive. Shaking my head at her, she smiled and ended up ordering for the both of us. "You'll like it, I swear." She says to me before starting on her food once it had arrived. I copied her way of eating, with both hands, the strange yet delicious food. I hummed in delight at the food in my hands.

All day I had been getting to know (Y/N) better, both of us asking questions about the other. She was interested in the fact that I was once an angel as she said that she had never heard of my kind. "(Y/N), if you don't mind me asking, but why did you join the Doctor on his trips?" I anxiously asked, hoping I hadn't 'crossed a line' as Dean says.

"Why not?" She replies with a laugh. "I had nothing keeping me home and I saw an opportunity to see the stars. Plus, I couldn't not go. Who wouldn't want to see the whole of time and space?" Thankfully I hadn't upset her but I'm curious as to what she means by 'having nothing to keep her home'.

"Why wouldn't you have anything at home?" I ask quietly. Her face dropped and I immediately started to regret my question. "I... I'm sorry. Forget I asked." I hurriedly say before she cuts me off.

"No it's fine, Cas. Really..." She says before stopping for a second. "My parents gave me away when I was a child and I grew up in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids. I never had a real family and all I had when I was older was my job. I was a soldier in the army but I lost my friends and squad due to an attack and I couldn't carry on. So I left the army and met the Doctor. We've been travelling together ever since..." She says and my hand immediately finds hers. I don't know why, but her soft small delicate hand in mine feels right.

Smiling at her, I become lost in her eyes. Bright with happiness yet hurt from her past at the same time. A slap on my back brings me out of my thoughts, and I notice how I had unconsciously moved closer to her. Both of us jump away from the close proximity and I turn around to see the Doctor along with the Winchesters smiling at us knowingly.

"Well. As much fun as the day has been, you should probably get back. Come on. I'll take you three back home in the TARDIS now." The Doctor states before walking back to the blue box that brought (Y/N) to me.

Walking with Dean and Sam, the two ask me about (Y/N). "So what? You like her?" Dean asks with a grin.

"Maybe...I don't know." I answer but like isn't a strong enough word. There's just a connection between us two and I feel like she can see into my soul, if angels had one that is.

The two brothers laugh but quieten down by the time we arrive back at the TARDIS. All five of us enter the room and the Doctor immediately starts to set the controls to our time. The Winchesters and (Y/N) laugh about the differences between the present and the future as well as things they have seen today. The TARDIS starts making the same metallic thrumming noise and after a few seconds the Doctor opens the doors with a click of his fingers and I can see we are back where we started.

"Well. It was nice meeting you three. Today has been fun. If you ever have any alien trouble give me a call." The Doctor says before turning around to look at the screen once again.

"See ya Doc, Bye (Y/N)." Dean calls out with a wave before stepping out of the box.

"Yeah. Bye guys." Sam says before following his brother. Now I have to leave. I probably won't see her again.

"Goodbye Doctor. (Y/N)," I say, walking up to her where she is standing at the door saying goodbye to Sam and Dean. "I'll miss you. Goodbye." I reluctantly say before walking out of the box.

"Goodbye Castiel. I hope we meet again." She says with a smile and bright (E/C) eyes. She turns to close the door but I quickly grab her wrist.

"Stay with me." I ask her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her in that moment.

"I can't. I'm sorry. The Doctor... needs me. He can't be alone. It's not good for him." She answers, looking back at the Doctor worryingly. She told me how close the two were. Almost like brother and sister.

"Oh..." I say. Disappointment showing clearly on my face. "Well. Then I guess this is it." I reply, letting go of her wrist reluctantly. My hands already missing the contact.

She steps forward suddenly and grabs my face within her hands. She looms down at my lips before flitting her gaze to my ice blue eyes. I lean into her touch until I feel her soft lips brush against mine. I lose myself in the kiss, forgetting about the fact that I'll never see her again. My hands reach up to twist in her (H/L) (H/C) hair. After a minute we break apart.

She pulls away and steps backwards, back into the blue box behind her. "Goodbye Cas." She says with a sad smile that doesn't reach her eyes before closing the door between us. My shoulders visibly fall at that moment. Already missing the warmth I felt whenever she was near. After a few seconds the TARDIS starts humming that metallic noise and the wind around us starts to pick up slightly.

"Cas. You okay?" Dean asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"No. But she'll be happy with the Doctor. Seeing the stars." And with that I walked away, never forgetting the girl that stole my heart within a day. Hopefully I'll see her again...

#castielxreader #spn #xreaderinsert #castiel #castiel oneshot

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tenebris-melodiam · 6 years

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Lucas Baker x Reader: Game of Life

Pairing : Lucas Baker x Reader/Female Protagonist (18+) Rating & Warnings : Vulgarity, death by electrocution

=7=

“Goddamn, girlie! You’re bein’ pretty fuckin’ mean to your opponent, there! How come ya don’t cut lil’ ol’ Clarice some slack, huh?”

The male voice that echoed throughout the small room didn’t faze you, and you moved another trump card in front of the four numbered cards that you possessed. Once the card was in place, you heard the bet counter tick several times as the number on Clarice’s side jumped from two to six. If you won this round, you would only need to win once more before the red tick marker on your opponent’s side came to rest upon the crimson skull—and that would mean that you had completed this sadistic game. You had won the three previous rounds without a hitch, and you most certainly weren’t intending to change that any time soon. Although you couldn’t see the face of the woman in front of you, the meager, whimpering noises that passed through the cloth covering her head made you realize that your offensive tactic was working. She was growing anxious that your cards would win the match, and it was successfully breaking her down.

“I don’t intend on cuttin’ her anythin’. I don’t know her, or her family, so why the hell should I care whether she lives or dies?”

You said these words softly, almost as though you were speaking to yourself, but you noticed your sentence had earned an intrigued hum from the man watching all of this take place. Inhaling a breath through your teeth, you turned your attention to the machine to your left, admiring the handiwork that it would have taken to get such a relic working once more. Knowing that prolonging the round would break down your opponent further, you cleared your throat before glancing over at the televisions that lined the room.

“Y’know, I’m kinda interested in how you got this thing workin’ again. I ain’t gonna deny that you’re pretty sadistic in makin’ us play a game like this, but goddamn… the fact you got this thing workin’ again shows that you’re pretty smart, y’know?”

You heard nothing but the gentle hum of the electronic devices littering the room for quite a while, but eventually you saw the largest screen flicker, and once more, the face of the man who held you captive came into view. There was an amused smile upon his lips, and he leaned back in his chair as his hands came to rest upon his midsection once he made sure that you could see him.

“If you’re tryin’ to give off some kinda faux compliment, I’d advise against. I-“

“Oh, it ain’t no faux compliment. I mean what I say; seein’ somethin’ like this is honestly really interestin’.”

You watched as the male on the other end of the television cocked his eyebrow curiously, his lower lip pursing a bit as he seemed to think over your previous words. He then clicked his tongue, his thumbs tapping together rhythmically as he eyed you through the camera.

“Alright then, girlie. You got my attention now.”

“Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. I’ll stay.”

Almost immediately after saying those words, the light upon Clarice’s side flickered to life, illuminating the cards that she possessed on the opposite side of the table. Now that you looked closely, you could see her body physically shaking, and you waited patiently whilst she decided on her fate. Hesitantly, she raised her free hand and hovered it over her cards, her reply indicating that she would stay with her current hand as well. Since Lucas now had his camera on and allowed you to see him, the grin upon his lips widened and he moved his hand off-camera to mess with something.

“Alright, you two. The winner is…”

Your (color) eyes stared at the television that showed two numbers, one being eighteen, and the other being nineteen. Whilst a victorious smile came to your lips, the woman across from you began to writhe and wriggle as she pleaded for help. The machine next to you whirred to life once more, the two prongs rising up before coming down to press into the skin of Clarice’s hand—the smell of charred flesh filled your nose, and the screams that came from her lips filled your ears. You watched as tiny bolts of electricity erupted from various parts of her body, the cloth upon her head growing darkened patches as the fabric burned. Once the device had done its work, the humming slowly died down once more, leaving the woman a sobbing, charred mess. For the first time since the beginning to the game, she finally managed to speak to you.

“H-how can you… be so fuckin’ heartless…? I have a family… a h-husband…”

“I told you. I don’t know shit about you. I ain’t got no sob story about how I got a family, or about how I got anythin’. Only one of us is gettin’ out of here alive, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

You heard an amused coo come from the speakers within the room, and Lucas moved himself closer to the camera in response to what you had previously said to the woman in front of you.

“Man, I think I can feel the temperature droppin’ in here! Such harsh words!”

You stupid as it was, the words that Lucas spoke brought a slight smile to your lips and made a quiet laugh escape your throat. This seemed to catch his attention, and he hummed to himself before pushing something off-camera once again. The cards in front of you dropped into a slot within the table, and you heard the dealer whir to life as the cards were shuffled within it. After a while, it spit two cards in front of you, and two in front of Clarice. This was it—it appeared that she didn’t have any trump cards that lowered her bet, since she didn’t use any upon her last round, and that meant if you won, she would die.

You glanced down at your cards, flipping the face-down one up towards you to see what number was scrawled upon it: eight. The other card you had received was a nine, so you started off with a relatively good hand. You sighed quietly as you watched Clarice weakly look at her cards, and then mumbled that she would stay. You blinked, rather confused as to why she would do such a thing with only two cards—it was then that you realized what card was face-up on the table: an eleven. You resisted the urge to frown, and then glanced down at your own cards; did you want to stay, or did you want to risk drawing another card? If Clarice had a perfect twenty-one, then she would win the round, and you would receive your first shock.

You eyed the woman in front of you, trying to find any evidence that she was bluffing. A twitch, a finger movement, anything at all to help you—unfortunately, you found nothing. To try and remedy this, you grabbed a trump card and placed it upon the table, lowering your bet down to zero. Once you had done this, you said you would stay with your current hand.

With the light now illuminating the woman across the table, she released a long breath of air before making her move. She placed not one, but five trump cards upon the table, each one raising your bet by two. This earned an amused coo from Lucas over the intercom, and you glanced over at the television to see him still grinning at the whole predicament. You heard your ticker click several times as it changed your bet number to ten, and you couldn’t stop your heart from leaping into your throat. If you lost, you were going to die. You now realized why Clarice had never used any trump cards—she was saving them for this very moment.

“Well, shit! Looks like ol’ Clarice ain’t gonna go down without a fight! Oooooh, this is so fuckin’ intense… I love it!”

You swallowed nervously, your (color) eyes darting between your cards and Clarice’s. You had no more trump cards to lower your bet, so your life, quite literally, was in your cards. You raised your hand, ready to call for another card and take what could possibly be the last risk of your life, but suddenly stopped—it was then that you heard a weak, almost inaudible whisper come from Clarice’s side of the table.

“Take it.”

You noticed Lucas staring intently at you through the television, and you took a deep breath before moving your hand slowly to hover over your cards. You immediately saw Clarice’s body tense up, and you said that you would stay. Lucas’s lips cracked into a wide grin, and he folded his hands together before placing his chin atop them as he leaned over the table.

“The winner is…”

You stared at the television screen, and when the numbers popped up, Clarice immediately cried out and broke down into sobs. A loud cackle came from over the intercom, and Lucas spun around in his chair before pressing down on something to activate the device beside you once more. You had been right in calling her bluff; her unknown card was only a one, which gave her a grand total of twelve. You stared at her as the device came down upon her hand, and surprisingly, she wasn’t even able to bring herself to scream in pain. Nothing more than gurgling came from within the cloth that covered her head, her body writhing, twitching, and wriggling as electricity ravaged it. Finally, her body went limp, and all sounds ceased from her; she was undoubtedly dead.

By the time you opened your lips and went to ask if the game was finally over, you saw that Lucas was now gone from the room he had previously been in. You furrowed your brows, but turned your attention to the metal door that was now opening beside you. You squinted as blue light flooded your eyes, and you felt the straps that previously confined your body come loose. Your hand was now free from the mechanical deathtrap as well, and you felt fingers wrap around your hand before tugging you up out of the chair.

“Y’know, I’ve seen all kinds of reactions from people playin’ this game… but I ain’t ever had someone laugh with me. I also ain’t ever had someone be so ruthless in tryin’ to beat their opponent.”

You suddenly realized who was speaking, and now that your eyes were adjusted to the new light within the room, you saw Lucas standing in front of you.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t so sure you were gonna call her bluff or not. But, a deal is a deal. I normally wouldn’t let ya go, but… you amused me. So ya earned it.”

Lucas expected you to run for the hills after hearing his words, but instead, you did something that honestly astounded him. You moved over to the device within the room, tinkering with it for a moment before looking back at him.

“Why would I leave? You still ain’t told me how you got this thing workin’ again.”

“Now, now… hold on. You wanna stay here? You’re playin’ a dangerous game…”

You stared at him for a moment, and then a smile crept across your lips. You figured someone as smart as he was would have figured it out by now, but apparently he was still rather clueless. So, in an effort to make him understand, you spoke.

“You think I don’t know? It takes one to know one, ain’t that the sayin’? I’m a sociopath, and you’re a psychopath… and I think we’d benefit from stayin’ together.”

=Fin=

Author’s Note (1): This was a commissioned piece—all ideas and writing were given/approved by the commissioner, and permission was granted to upload publicly.

#lucas baker #resident evil #residentevilbiohazard #residentevil7 #xreader #xreaderinsert #videogames #mature #literature #my fics #my writing #commissioned work

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awkwardbirdnoise · 7 years

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I am showered and ready to write.

Drop anything in my ask, who knows. I do a lot of fandoms. I'm feeling extra productive right now.

#fanfic #xreaderinsert #Pokemon #dragon age #mass effect #dream daddy

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sleepycupcake-uwu · 2 years

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Imagine having to share a bed with Leo Valdez (alternate version)

The original version

a/n: This was written by a friend. NOT MY WRITING.

Summary: The title (leo vadez x fem!reader)

"So...what now? We...share the bed? " Y/n smacked Leo's chest, feeling the vibrations as he laughed.

"No, Valdez, you are sleeping on the couch, while I get the bed." She stated.

"What? No fair, that's sexist," he whined.

"Hmm, what about the 'I'm a gentleman' façade you put up there, hmm?" The daughter of (g/p) teased with a smirk. "Gotta be sexist to be one."

Well, how did they end up here? Pretty simple.

Being sent by Chiron with your crush to a quest for retrieving a stolen parchment sounds somewhat easy. But doing it? That's a whole new level of hardness.

They were successful, nevertheless, back on their way to camp-half blood, but had to stop halfway on the nearest motel to call it the night. Which, unfortunately, only had one small bed. For two.

"Nah, I'd rather be wise when it comes to bed or the couch," he gave his stupid grin (that Y/n really wanted to smack off his face).

"Fine, rock, paper, scissors - winner chooses" she decided- a decision which was regretted it immediately.

"I win! Ha!" Leo pumped his fist in the air. Y/n rolled her eyes, muttering a, 'whatever, loser' and proceeded to the bed, taking the rug from there.

"You think I'd actually let my friend rot on the couch?" Two hands sneaked around her waist, and the intruder was met with a swift punch one the nose, and an audible crack, before Y/n processed his words. Her eyes widened.

"Oh shit. Shit. Fuck, I'm so sorry Leo. Are you alright?"

A groan from the demigod on the floor, "Remind me never to give you surprise hugs again."

She pried his hands away, assessing the injury. "Yep. Definitely broken. Hold on, lemme get you the first aid kit- and ambrosia. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks for the commentary." Ah, sarcasm. "Of all the ways to get my nose broken, why does it have to end up like this?"

"Shut up," Y/n wiped the blood off with the wet cloth.

"Looks like we'll have to share," Leo said.

"Yeah, share," she relented, "But rules. No touching, or anything of that sort. You, me, corners of the bed. Get it?"

"Damn right girl, I ain't coming near you for the next month." The (h/c) girl smirked.

"Think I can count on that, Tinker lord."

•••

"Stop wriggling, Valdez."

"What? I'm still in my line."

"No- you just caused the pillow in between to move."

"Sheesh, drama queen."

"Says you. 'McShizzle'"

"Whatever."

Silence prevailed.

"Leo?"

The demigod facing the window hummed.

"Do you ever, like, think what life would be if we weren't demigods?" It was no more than a whisper. Leo frowned, before smiling softly at the moon.

"Sometimes."

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 7 years

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How would Hanamiya react to his s/o crying because of something he said?

At first, Hanamiya had just been blank to your emotions. He didn’t care that you were crying, didn't’ care that he had caused it but now your crying was becoming so annoying…

Although stubborn enough to want to consider himself always in the right as far as arguments were concerned, and manipulative enough that he didn’t have to apologise, eventually enough was enough. At this rate, the rest of the team would come in- and start chuckling about what a bad boyfriend he was. Hara, like the slimy rat he was, would come over to you and start acting caring when all he wanted was a fangirl.

So, what to do?

Would a kiss shut you up?

#hanamiya #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya x reader #hanamiya makoto x reader #kirisaki daichi scenarios #kirisaki daichi #kiridai #kirisaki daichi x reader #x reader #xreaderinsert #scenarios #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays

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bonkers-4-hatter · 2 years

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Lotor X !Chubby Reader - Light Blue Lace

Anon asked: I can request Lotor x Chubby Reader Who is extremely shy about sex and insecure with their own body? Sorry if you do not understand, my English is not good.

A/N: This fic mentions that the reader is a female and will be referred to as a female in the story. It also does mention keywords and phrases that refer to the reader as chubby/fat in appearance. Minors DNI (do not interact) with this post if you are not 18+.

Trigger Warning: Discussions about body image, self deprecation, afab reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, praise, chubby/fat reader, mirror sex, squirting

Word Count: 3,567

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You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, hands smoothing over your sides as you felt the rolls and bumps that adorned each side. Your eyes trailed along the expanse of the lingerie that covered your form. Biting your lip at what your reflection showed you, you were second guessing yourself about everything.

The light blue sheer nightie was a pretty color, a color that Lotor always said made you even more radiant. You managed to find this piece in that color. You were planning on surprising him with this. Hair, make-up, perfume, everything was perfect for tonight, it had to be for your guys’ three year anniversary. He already treated you to a wonderful dinner along with your favorite bottle of wine, a treat you were pleasantly surprised with. He even took you to the observatory where he mapped our the galaxies above you both, his voice always soothed you no matter what he was talking about.

He’s always been so sweet and caring toward you. Making sure you had everything you needed, showered you with love and affection and he never rushed you when it came down to sex. Nothing escalated past a heavy make out session and touching while fully clothed. You wanted to surprise Lotor tonight and tell him you were ready to go all the way with him. Well...that’s what the plan was anyways, that was before you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Were you even good enough for him?

Eyes fixated on your protruding stomach as it stretched the delicate lace of the nightie. Turning to the side, your stomach stuck out more than your breasts did, something that you never really noticed until now. Did Lotor really like you just like this? I mean, he always said you were beautiful, but it could’ve just been words that he was spouting, men have a tendency to say whatever it takes to get what they want, at least that’s what it was like with other men in your life.

Your mind was doing summersaults at this point as your confident demeanor slowly slipped away, your back hunching a bit as you curled in on yourself, soft arms wrapping themselves around your form, turning away from the mirror. You decided to change and get rid of the makeup, maybe another night you can bring the idea up to Lotor, tonight through, your spirit was a bit defeated and you wanted nothing but to crawl into bed and forget about what happened with the nightie.

Taking one last look in the floor length mirror in front of the bed, you reached down to start and pull the garment off, but the door opened, Lotor’s voice filtered through.

“(Y/N), are you ready for-.” He stopped short as he locked eyes on you. Supple body covered in sheer light blue lace, hugging each curve and roll that adorned your ethereal being. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking you up and down, filthy thoughts running through his mind as fantasies of hearing your moans and screams of pleasure ran through his head.

“Bed.” He finished his wandering thought as he quickly made his way toward you, each step filled with a burning need to touch even an inch of your plush skin. “Hi hun, I was just getting ready for bed.” You said this in hopes of just playing everything off and you hoped he was tired enough to just go to bed too.

Lotor’s hands found your waist, gripping the doughy flesh and pulling you close. “Darling, it looks as if you’re ready for something else besides bed.” There was a seductive tone to his words, one that made you flush, heat rising to your face and slick start to gather below. You tried to discreetly rub your thighs together to ease the building pressure. “I-I was, I wanted to surprise you tonight.” He hummed as his lips trailed kisses down your exposed neck, moving your hair out of the way to gain access to your neck.

“Surprise me you did starlight, you’ve made quite the impression.” He made his point by grinding his clothed cock against your ass. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the feeling of Lotor’s hardening cock, but those intrusive thoughts were coming up again. Wiggling yourself free, you turned to face your boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me Lotor?” The uneasiness of your voice, the tremble of your lip and the pools of tears starting to gather in your eyes snapped him out of his lustful thoughts, large hands cupped your round cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that started to fall.

“My love, of course I want to do this with you.” Guiding you to the end of your shared bed, he sat you both down. You didn’t say anything as you gazed down at the floor, Lotor hated seeing you so down, it didn’t suit you. Gripping your soft chin between his fingers, he lifted your face up to meet his gaze. “You are my greatest treasure in this galaxy and I want to experience everything with you,” Leaning over he captured your lips in a gentle kiss before pulling back. “I need to know why you’re down my love, a night this special, you should be happy and on top of the world...tell me what’s wrong starlight.”

“I-I wanted to surprise you for our third year anniversary, b-but when I looked at myself in this,” You stopped talking as your hands caressed your stomach that stretched the lace, it was still sticking out and the fact that Lotor was seeing this too made you even more shameful. “All of these bad thoughts came to me...I’m not good enough for you, I’m not pretty enough, you deserve someone else, I’ll never be-.” Lotor captured your lips in a hard kiss making you stop short.

Breaking the kiss, he started peppering kisses all around your face in hopes of getting at least a small smile out of you which he did. Grabbing both of your hands he sighed. “Please starlight, never say those things about yourself again, they’re not true,” Before you could get a single word out, he continued. “You are the most amazing being in this galaxy (Y/N), you’re kind, caring, genuine and my love, you are stunning with every blemish, curve, those that you say are imperfections is what makes you the brightest star this cosmos have ever seen...can I show you exactly how much I adore you and this magnificent body of yours my love?”

You could feel the heat pool below as he caressed your bare thighs, sliding up the material of the thin nightie to expose the expanse of your generous legs. His large hands massaged the supple skin as he waited for your reply. “Yes, please show me.” Your meek voice whimpered this out as the Prince grinned before grabbing the end of the nightie and quickly pulling it up and off of you. His eyes scanned your bare breasts, nipples already hardened. Your arms started to cross, trying to cover yourself, but he grabbed your arms, moving them away for your chest to be on full display again. “Never cover yourself again starlight, I want to see every inch of your magnificent softness.”

Groping both breasts, the fullness and softness of them entrapped him. The moans you were spilling from your mouth were great too, soft whimpers as he rolled your buds, pinching and pulling the sensitive area. “I can smell how aroused you are starlight, absolutely breathtaking.” His words only caused you to become more wet and the fact that he could smell it only turned you on even more. “Now, let me show you how much I love you,” Large hands were on your waist as he hauled you onto his lap, hooking your legs around his as he spread open your soft legs giving him access to your dripping core, your arousal evident based on how drenched your light blue lace undies were. A visible wet spot in his line of sight as he made sure he had eyes on you in the mirror. Every spot of your body was in his sight and he loved it. “I promise to buy you more, but I need to feel you starlight.” With that, he ripped the lace panties off making you completely bare to him.

Lotor licked his lips as he spread your puffy lips, your wetness catching his eyes as he could feel some of it on his fingers. “Lotor, touch me, please.” Your soft voice brought a smile to his face, you weren’t focused on the negative thoughts now, you were getting needy and that’s exactly what he wanted. “Anything for you love, but, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror as a pleasure you, can you be good and do that for me?” He made contact with you in the mirror as you only nodded your head, a look of desperation filled your eyes as he could feel your slick gathering against his fingers as he still had your folds opened. Spreading your lips further he could see your clit, just begging to be touched. Your body jerked as Lotor finally touched your neglected clit. Instead of circling it, he wanted to tease you a bit, hear that sweet voice beg and whine for more. He started to gently tap it, your body jerking and hips rutting a bit to try and ease the friction. “Be patient love, though I do love to see you so needy for me.” He continued to tap and flick your swollen clit as your slick trailed down your open thigh, he loved seeing that and he honestly couldn’t wait any longer as he sank one finger into your weeping hole, your velvety walls immediately clenching around his finger. “More, please!” Your sweet cries made his cock twitch as he started to pump his finger in and out of your sopping hole, the dirty squelching sound of your juices made him groan out.

Adding another finger to your cunt, you let out a yelp, your head falling back. “Eyes straight ahead love, I want to see that look of bliss on your face.” Your head looked back up at the mirror as instructed , adding a third finger, Lotor was fixated on your weeping cunt as he thrusted his finger as far as he could, but with you clenching around him, it was impossible. “Relax my starlight, you’re doing amazing.” Your face was flushed as you looked at what he was doing to you in the mirror, your wetness all over his fingers and covering your inner thighs. Your stomach started to tighten up, you knew he could feel you were close my how much you were clenching around his fingers. “ ‘m close, m-more!” The way your tits bounced with each thrust of his fingers, mouth opened as gasps and whimpers flew out and your weeping cunt being so messy was the greatest sight to see. He wanted to see you cum. Going faster, his fingers were hammering themselves into you. “Feels w-weird, ss-stop, please!” Wrapping an arm around your stomach, he continued to piston his fingers into you. “You’re okay love, I’ve got you, just let it go.” Tears started to fall from you as you felt the knot in your stomach grow bigger, your legs started to shake and you couldn’t hold back any longer. You cried out Lotor’s name as you felt and saw your juices spray onto his fingers. “Look at that, such a beautiful sight and it’s all for me.” You couldn’t saw anything as your cunt continued to squirt something that would usually make you feel embarrassed, but seeing it right in front of you was erotic and this just made you want more. Lotor made sure you were settled before pulling fingers out of your used hole, evidence of how much your squirted was evident on your thighs, the duvet of the bed and the dark spots on the floor.

Shifting you onto the bed again, he stood up, hovering over your form as you continued to regain your breathing from your intense orgasm. “You look so beautiful (Y/N), tonight is all about you love, now,” grasping your legs still wet with your juices, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. “Lotor?” Using your forearms to sit up, you looked up at Lotor who just smiled down at you. “I need to taste you darling.” Kneeling down, he was eye level with your mound. Setting his hands on your inner thighs he spread your legs a bit more, hands sliding up to pull your puffy, wet lips apart. Before you knew it, he licked a long strip up your cunt, your juices spilling on his tongue as he circled your hard clit, swirling the appendage in a circular motion. “F-fuck!” Your voice cried out, hips rutting themselves wanting more from him as he continued to tease your little bud.

Sliding his tongue back down, he could feel how wet you were becoming as your arousal started to cover his tongue, some of it seeping onto his face. He fucking loved it and he wanted more. As you continued to try and rut against his face, he pinned your hips down to the bed and practically shoved his face into you causing the most wonton moan he’s ever heard from you. HIs tongue slithered into your sopping wet hole, feeling your velvety walls again, his nose nudging against your clit as he continued to eat you out. He could feel your juices running down his chin, splashing his cheek and he was in heaven. Your taste was something he’ll never forget. He felt you wrap your legs around his back as he was pushed further into your fat pussy, something he was fine with, it made him hit a spot he never did before. Glancing up, he looked over the curve of your beautiful stomach to your face as you were still up on your forearms that were currently now shaking, but the fucked out look on your face would be engrained in his memory forever, the flush of your face, the drool starting to trail down out of your open mouth, the moans and whimpers, it was all perfect, you’re perfect.

His mouth attached to your clit as he aggressively sucked the bud. “ ‘m almost the-there! Lotor!” Hearing you say his name so needy like that sparked something in him as he gripped your hips harder and started to suck harder, even biting the hard bud in some instances, but wanting you to cum now, he bit your clit a bit harder than he did before causing the knot to break as your orgasm washed over the Prince. Your legs practically pinned him to you as your whole body shook. Lotor intended not to let a single drop of your essence go to waste as he slurped up everything that touched his tongue. As you finished, your legs fell limp, falling down, dangling off the edge of the bed again.

Licking his lips, he stood up to take you in again, breasts heaving as you tried to catch your breath again. “You did so well my queen,” You smiled up at him, a tired look in your eyes, hair sprawled around you like a halo. He started to undress himself from his armor, various parts falling to the floor as he hastily took everything off. His cock sprang free. Your eyes were glued on it, it was a light shade of purple and the tip was an angry red, precum gathered at the top and some even dripping down the length of his shaft. “Such a beautiful, gorgeous girl I have, how did I get so lucky?” Without another word, he picked you up, which wasn’t that hard as the bottom part of your body was already dangling off the bed.

You never minded Lotor carrying you and picking you up, he was strong you knew that and he always enjoyed carrying you around like the queen you were. Those were always his words and it always made you smile. He placed both of you on the bed, wrapping himself around your warm and soft form. A nice silence fell between you both as you basked in the afterglow of what just happened. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. Wrapping your hand around his length, you started to pump only to have him grab your hand and give the top of it a kiss. “Tonight is all about you my love, let me pleasure you tonight.” You laughed and kissed his lips. “You already did pleasure me, multiple times, might I add.” He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, hands coming to rest on your waist as he deepened the kiss. “Not fully starlight.”

With that, he climbed on top of you, lips finding themselves on yours once more, he hoped you could taste yourself in the kiss. Feeling his cock twitch against your leg, you widened your legs for him without hesitation. “Take me Lotor, I’m all yours.” Those words struck him as his cock twitched at the submission of their meaning. Lining himself up, he stuck his tip into your puffy lips causing you to moan at the feeling.

“Are you ready, love?” You nodded at his words as he sweetly kissed your temple before pushing his cock the rest of the way in. Your back arched at the feeling of his cock stretching you out and filling you up so deliciously, it was something you’ve never felt before. When he bottomed out, he stilled, looking down at your face for an indication that he could continue. He knew you were well prepared, but he still didn’t want to hurt you. You reached to intertwine your hand with his as you smiled up at him with a nod. Pulling his hips back, he snapped them forward, your walls squeezing and sucking him in as he continued to fuck your abused cunt. The sound of slapping skin and cries and groans filled the room. Lotor had a hard time keeping himself in due to how soaked you were, but with the grip your walls had on him he was able to not slip out.

Your hands were now gripping the the bedspread, breasts in motion with his thrusts as tears poured from your eyes. You screamed his name like a prayer and it was music to his ears. “Feel so good, fill me up so good!” You didn’t know what you were saying, it was just spewing from you, it felt so good, he felt so good and you couldn’t control it. “Love you Lotor, want more, please!” He wasn’t in good shape either, he could feel himself getting closer and your words, heavens, your words were making it so harder to just not cum right now.

Grabbing your knees, he pushed them up to either side of your head, your stomach rolls were on full display but you didn’t give a damn, you needed to cum, the knot in your belly tightening with each thrust Lotor gave. He had such a wonderful view of your cunt being stuffed with his cock, he could see the creamy ring around his cock as it was stuffed into you. He had your lips spread so he could get a good look, the sight was erotic and filthy. It caused him to speed up his thrusts, your body in this position jigging in such an erratic way he couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

“Where my starlight, I won’t last much longer.” He grunted his out as he could feel himself come undone. “Inside, please, cum inside me!” Your words caused him to hammer his cock into you, the thought of filling you up was enough to make it a reality. His hand went down to rub at your clit, the added sensation making your body jolt as the building pleasure snapped making you cum on his cock that was still fucking you with vigor. “Fuck! I’m going to fill you up so much starlight, I love you so much.” Before you could say anything, he gave one final thrust, his hot seed filling you to the brim. Looking down, he could see some dribble out and down.

Both of you were breathing hard, your legs were numb as they were still up in that position, but the feeling you had right now was amazing and if that was the price of it, you were fine with that. Lotor pulled out of you, your whine reaching his ears as the sight of your juices and his seed spilling our of your hole. Finally lifting your legs down, he gave you a kiss on your forehead before he started to get up.

You grabbed his hand, before he could fully get up. “I’ll be back love, I’m just getting the bath ready for us.” Before you let him go, you tugged his hand a bit as he turned his attention to you. “I love you Lotor, more than anything.” He gave your held hand another kiss. “I love you too (Y/N), more than anything in the galaxy.”

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Connection Thirty Five

Connection. Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty One. Twenty Two. Twenty Three. Twenty Four. Twenty Five. Twenty Six. Twenty Seven. Twenty Eight. Twenty Nine. Thirty. Thirty One. Thirty Two. Thirty Three. Thirty Four.

Sherlock x reader

An American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything. Word Count: 4441

A small corner of the table in the sitting room had been taken over by two of your textbooks, a notebook, and a pile of notes. To Sherlock’s credit, he hadn’t complained or said a word about your small workspace beside the chaotic organization of his open casework across the rest of the table. He had kept his things out of that small section where you once again sat reading and scrawling, refining and tweaking as your thoughts raced faster than your hand.

After your third visit to Sherrinford, even though she only spoke one other time, you had a thought that had been stirring and developing into a theory. It took you a few hours to find the right materials in your storage bins in the basement then every chance you got you were going through your books, making notes for everything that could be related, even though you were leaning toward a certain disorder, you didn’t want to pigeonhole her either. Too many had already done that to Eurus and even though you promised you wouldn’t come as a therapist, you couldn’t banish the thought that something had been missed all these years.

Sherlock’s socked feet barely made a sound but you were still aware of his easy stride into the room. You scribbled a notation along with a page number then glanced up. He had picked up his violin and stepped in front of the window but his eyes were on you. “Interesting case?”

Even though he had already approved and encouraged your thought process on his sister, you still felt a hot lash of guilt and something else that had been creeping along the periphery like a shy old friend. “Do you think this would even help? It’s not like anything I find or prove will give her a chance to leave that cave. Nothing I do can absolve her.”

He looked out the window as the violin found its home on his shoulder and he gently touched his bow to the strings but didn’t make a noise. A few seconds ticked by then his chin hugged the chinrest. “I think she’s been in the dark because the people who should have helped her have failed her for far too long.” He met your gaze, “it’s about time someone treated her like more than just a lab animal in a box.” He winked then began to play turning back to the window.

It took longer than it should have to place his reference but you made peace with your mental rehabilitation process and the time that it would take. Professor Harding and Shelly had been victims of Moran grabbing at straws to get you to show your face or maybe they had been a final request from Moriarty but either way, it had been a good thing you didn’t know about their deaths. You had never even thought to check on news from the states, all of your focus had been on Sherlock and John and you couldn’t really predict what you would’ve done had you known that the last sniper victims were the last two people you had contact with in the states.

It still hurt but not as much as it used to when the nightmares starring them would jerk you awake and you’d spend the rest of the night or morning trying to erase the haunting images. While you were still at Mycroft’s house, Sherlock coaxed you from the vivid nightmare’s grip and you finally opened up. He thought it got into your subconscious through a conversation he and Mycroft had outside of your hospital room. He hadn’t wanted to tell you until you were fully recovered and you understood his reasoning because had done the same with the images plaguing you at night so he wouldn’t have something else to worry about. The nightmares didn’t go away completely but you did gain some kind of control over them and they became few and far between before you left for Christmas. You couldn’t recall having one since. At least not with the intensity they used to carry.

Maybe there was something about Eurus that reminded you of Shelly, maybe that’s why you had been so taken with seeing this developing theory to the end. Even if she could never get out of there, she deserved to understand and to be understood. Your theory had been sparked by the person in that cell in the first place because she wasn’t the woman you saw on the street and she wasn’t the woman you saw on the tapes at Sherrinford.

The loud creak on the middle step of the staircase alerted you both to a guest. Sherlock only paused for a second before continuing to play and you briefly wondered if he was expecting anyone because you were sure John was with Vic today. There was only one set of footsteps then the distinct tap of a cane or rather an umbrella.

You glanced at the doorway from the corner of your eye and tried to recall if it had been open when you shuffled out just before dawn. Mycroft finally stepped through the doorway, “hard at work this morning?”

You turned to him with a smile but it faded at the all-business stance along with the stiff look. “Good morning. Coffee?”

He placed his umbrella in front of him and rested both hands on the handle as his gaze blazed at Sherlock’s back. “I’ve been told you’ve been taking a guest on these regular trips to Sherrinford.”

You tried to intervene, “Mycroft.”

“This is serious!” Mycroft snapped and the violin screeched before the tense silence.

Sherlock turned from the window bringing his violin down to his side, “there’s no reason for that.”

“There’s no reason for sneaking around.”

Mycroft was angrier than he should be and you couldn’t pinpoint why. “She’s a human being. She…”

“She’s a murderer!”

“She’s family!” Sherlock spit back.

“Yes, and we’ve seen first-hand what that means to her.”

Both men were now glaring at each other and you were surprised they had kept the distance between them. Mycroft’s contempt was so deep it was difficult to see past it now. He was just a child when the whole situation was put into play and he was only working off the belief that was placed in him along with the pain and fear that he experienced. You didn’t know exactly what he and his mother discussed but you’d been around him enough to know that he still didn’t forgive Eurus and at this point, it was unlikely he ever would. But she didn’t need forgiveness, she needed understanding. She needed to be treated like a human being.

You thought of the little girl you heard on the tapes from their hours spent inside Sherrinford and how Eurus used the ruse of a phone line when she allowed the child out. The stirrings of a theory as you watched her force them through different experiments to study their reactions to each stimulus. How the cold, detached woman shot an outsider just because she was the most important person to the man who controlled her captivity for so long and the polar opposite you heard in that scared and lost tiny voice.

“You’ve tried Uncle Rudy’s way, how well did that play out?” You reeled yourself back hearing that old anger seeping through each word. You walked over to Mycroft and laid your hand on his arm, “I’m sure he thought he was doing the right thing but plenty of doctors used that excuse for decades when there was no research, they gave out the only diagnosis they had. Have you ever stopped to wonder if your sister just became what she was told for years that she was? You were told this was the only way, you were just a teenager and uncle Rudy had no idea what he was dealing with. At the time, honestly, most psychologists probably wouldn’t have either but it’s different now.”

He inspected you, “you have a theory.”

You met his gaze and wanted to convince him, you just weren’t sure of what yet. “She’s still a child, partly, she’s that little girl. Her love for Sherlock was possessive, that love could’ve been corrupted without knowing, without understanding it became an obsession, very much like a stalker. She was a highly intelligent child who wanted to play with her brother and when she didn’t gain the possession of her object of desire, she took away what she perceived as the thing holding her back from it. Instead of dealing with that obsession, with the genius who would cut into her own skin to understand the inner workings, instead of helping her understand what that was and helping her move past it or learn a healthier or better way, she was locked up. That obsession with Sherlock never paled, she only became more set on it.”

You watched him file the information without a trace of revealing his own thought on the matter, you turned and looked through the window. “Years of forced solitude is more than cruel but worse is the problem was only allowed to grow and fester. I’m sure she saw a kindred spirit in Moriarty and reached out to him because of it. They were both obsessed with Sherlock and if he shared with her his desire for Sherlock to be him, to feel what it was like… She was given just another example of her own condition that made it more normal, made her more normal.” You looked over your shoulder and met his gaze, “she will never be released but she might be able to find peace and understanding, something that, if diagnosed and treated earlier, could’ve avoided all of this. We can never know for sure but you have to give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“What do you mean she’s still… a child?”

“It’s very possible that the little sister you knew is still in there after what happened at Musgrave,” you glanced at Sherlock, “she may have fragmented, the scared little girl that couldn’t handle what she had done to her brother and the intelligent, cold hearted person you’ve been talking to for… possibly since she was sent away, maybe before. Dissociative identity, one separate from the scared little girl… with the way that Sherlock described finding her in Musgrave… and what I saw on the tapes from Sherrinford…”

“I thought you didn’t miss a thing? You’re…” He stopped short and disgust twisted his features as he looked down and away. The disgust clearly wasn’t directed at you, he was going to say you were slipping and he hated himself for it. You were at least eighty percent sure.

“You can see everything, Mycroft but you still don’t know why or how… without context, those emotions could mean too many things.”

“What?” Mycroft paled then shut down and the word Eurus used in the tapes played in your head.

You winced, “I have theories, I believe your sister may have dissociative identity disorder but that’s not enough for a diagnosis. You know my methods, you know it takes more than just a look. There are too many variables.” His jaw clenched and he looked away, “even you saw how she reacted when Sherlock turned the gun on himself in that locked room instead of shooting you. She couldn’t bare for him to be taken away from her and maybe that was the little girl grappling for control, I don’t know. Did you ever wonder if Sherrinford’s hatred for her and delight in torturing Sherlock was because he knew she loved Sherlock more than the lot of you? It’s also possible that she had fragmented even earlier and Sherrinford liked the cold hearted Eurus and tried to bring her out. Did she ever get upset when you called her Eurus or ask you to call her something else?”

His shoulders tensed and his eyes were hard when they met yours again, “and the alternative? Maybe she didn’t involve you or Will because if she wiped you off the board, he would be dead already and she wouldn’t be able to delight over his torture. You can’t underestimate her just because you always want to help the different ones especially the ones you feel have been slighted in some way.” He turned to the window, his jaw clenching and relaxing in a far too measured way.

He was right, it was something that lingered in your mind while you researched, the fact that if she truly was a psychopath instead of just one of her alters then she could play you by knowing enough of your past. The very thought had fed your doubt that had been wreaking havoc during research and at other moments. You softened your tone, “she will never be released, we won’t allow her to hurt anyone else, and she will never be able to hurt him again. Just give us a chance.”

He turned back and studied you but didn’t flash any sign of what was going on in his head.

“She spoke to her,” Sherlock added.

“What?”

“Eurus spoke to Y/n. It wasn’t much either time but I could see her thinking about what Y/n said. I’ve never seen anything on her face unless she was playing and reacting to the music.”

He turned away and looked out the window again. You glanced at Sherlock and noticed Will standing in the kitchen doorway watching Mycroft with concentration. Before you could say anything he walked across the room toward his uncle. “Will…”

Mycroft turned toward his approaching nephew then Will stopped in front of him and grasped his hand, “uncle Myk.”

Mycroft squatted down with a smile, one reserved mainly for his nephew, “you shouldn’t be bothered with this…”

Will squeezed Mycroft’s hand with both of his small ones, “every person has a story but we can’t know if we can’t listen.”

Your eyes widened and your gaze shot to Sherlock. He was already watching you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He pointed at you and nodded.

“Love you, Uncle Myk.”

You tried swallowing the lump in your throat as you looked back at your son who was hugging his uncle. Mycroft’s wide gaze was on you. You realized what Will had seen that you hadn’t. Mycroft wasn’t just afraid of what she could do to Sherlock, but how she could hurt or affect Will, maybe somehow make him fear the rest of his family. The possible scenarios were endless and you couldn’t tell what exactly he feared but it directly connected to Will.

Mycroft’s mask was down and his vulnerability was almost blinding. “I wasn’t going to stop you. I just wanted to warn you and maybe… I should be there sometimes. I could make sure she wasn’t trying to manipulate you. She may not hurt Sherlock but she has no problem eliminating the rest of us. No more guests.” His glance to Will was clear, his fear palpable. Will did look enough like Sherlock at that age to cause worry, to give credence to Mycroft’s distress.

Sherlock scoffed but you nodded, never losing Mycroft’s gaze, “if you would like to. I won’t argue.” You glanced at Will, “we won’t let that happen. No one else will get hurt, not on our watch. Isn’t that right, uncle Myk?”

Will beamed up at him and Mycroft stood ruffling his hair. “Precisely.”

We grow, evolve, adapt, and change. If we don’t continue on after disaster, through the trials and hardships and learn from them, if we don’t adapt and change through the stages we all go through, then we stagnate and lose what keeps us going. We can lose what makes us… us.

We are all human moving through life searching for what feels right in that time and place. We’re all sifting through the mess that life can be and deep down, most of us are seeking connections; bonds that make us thrive, that make us happy, that fill the holes of what has been broken away by past hardship. Family, friends, and lovers. Some connections don’t last, some never forge, and some are cemented forever, but all serve their purpose in the greater scheme.

All of these types of bonds can be for the best or the worst and it can take time to weed out the ones that break us even more but when we’re lucky, at least one or some of those will be a bond that not only never breaks but helps to sever the poisoned ones. Those are the connections that make us stronger, bring us joy, and truly make the worst obstacles in life bearable. When you find those connections, protect them, nurture them, and above all, enjoy them because no matter how strong you are there will come a time when you need those people to get you through the day or night or even longer.

During your darkest night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, the stars will shine even brighter. Savor the bonds that give you life and light the way home because while the fear of death is survival, the fear of life is deadly.

You stared at those last two sentences biting your bottom lip and wrinkling your nose not quite sure what was bothering you.

“Still writing?” Sherlock rubbed your shoulders and looked at your laptop screen.

You leaned back and sighed as he worked out knots you hadn’t realized were building. “I can already hear what you’re going to say.” With a dramatic flair of your hands, you continued, “all life is pathetic and futile, we reach and grasp but what is left in our hands at the end?” You tilted your head back with a smirk.

He leaned down and his lips brushed against to your ear, “yes but that was before someone changed the script. I have more than John’s stories now, I have an inner circle, a legacy, and a woman who manages to confound me even when I can least explain it.” He pressed a kiss to your neck.

You stretched your head to the side, “I’ve told you it’s something much more powerful than emotion or sentiment.” He kissed again, this time sucking slightly on that one spot that stoked something deeper, waking something primal that couldn’t be ignored.

“Sherlock Holmes, are you trying to distract me or seduce me?”

“I thought they were one in the same?” You turned your head and kissed him. His hands traveled down your arms and captured your wrists as he whispered against your mouth, “what is this power you have over me?”

“I hold nothing over you but I do have something with you.” His brows rose in a comical irritation then he spun the chair, smiling at your sharp gasp and pulled you to your feet. He took your seat and tugged you forward until you climbed onto his lap. “A connection, like a live wire, that binds us together. A force that can withstand time and separation.”

He smirked, “fanciful science fiction.”

His fingers were painting invisible designs up your arms, the game was already on. The two of you had been playing it for years but more often and with a greater intent since your extended stay in the hospital or more likely due to the experiences just before that. “How do I still confound you and draw you in? You say you know the chemistry of love but do you truly understand?” You slipped your right hand along his neck until your fingers rested over his carotid artery. His eyes flashed delight along with the tug of a smirk. You brushed your left palm softly over the back of his hand and slowly advanced the feather light touch of your fingers up his arm. “Why does a simple touch cause your pulse to increase, your pupils to dilate?” You leaned in without losing eye contact, “it’s not that dark in here, Mr. Holmes. You should have that checked.” You winked, feeling the steadily rising pulse against your fingers matching your own.

“My body’s betraying me.”

“No, I just know how to speak its language.”

He watched you as his smile grew then he turned his head enough to glance at the computer screen, “what’s it called?”

“I was thinking A study in Connection. Or A breakdown of the psychology inside the adventures of Holmes and Watson.” He grimaced. “Yeah, I thought the connection one was better. And it’s all because of you. Not that you need any more flattery.”

“Mmm. I tend to inspire all sorts of blogs.”

“Not the book. Me.” His gaze flickered back and forth between your eyes then searched your face. You pressed your fingers to his lips before he could interrupt, “there’s something that you need… that I need you to know, something that needs to be said.” You glanced away as your plaguing thoughts of Mary’s final moments flitted through your mind; all the things she wanted to tell John and never got the chance.

Sherlock kissed your fingers and you swallowed the lump in your throat, gave him a soft smile, and moved your hand away from his mouth over to his shoulder. “After my parents, I never allowed any kind of meaningful relationship. I was petrified that I wouldn’t be able to endure that kind of loss again. For years, I went through the motions and gathered my achievements trying to fill the deep empty spaces left after their loss. I had nightmares that plagued me and some nights I went without sleep not because I was studying but because I was terrified to see what would be conjured that night. It wasn’t until you snuck into my life, you crept under my skin before I even realized it and when I finally did, I was terrified. It’s debilitating, that moment when you realize another person holds so much more than your heart in their hands. Like your very life force is at that person’s mercy whether they understand it or not.”

His eyes widened slightly yet remained focused on yours with a small pinch in his brow. “You stood me up on Christmas Eve.” Your words clearly affected him but didn’t ruin his good mood as his hands rubbed your back in a familiar soothing motion.

Heat flooded your cheeks, “yes, I did.” You dropped your gaze and leaned into him as that pull he always caused inside you tugged gently.

“I still got what I wanted. Took some time but persistence pays off.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes, “you got what you wanted? You weren’t really the dating type.”

“Yes, but I knew what you were.” His right hand brushed through your hair and you met his gaze. “It just took me some more time to catch up. My brain is extremely fast.”

“I didn’t really think about it until I was writing something up and thought about my time in the hospital. How you helped me through the nightmares. How you all helped me through the stress and recovery. How you, Sherlock Holmes, not only gave me a family but completely changed the course of my life.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between yours then his brow rose, “the fear of life…”

You nodded then slid your hand down to rest above his heart, “maybe I knew of it before I met you. I just couldn’t admit it.”

“So, you’re saying we were more alike than you first thought?”

“Well, I spent all my time helping others because I didn’t want to admit that I needed the help myself.” You raised your brow and he looked away but his smirk was answer enough. “Very much so. Interesting, isn’t it?”

“Less fanciful, I guess.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and you followed him as he pulled back. He grinned, “I did tell you in those first meetings that there were no other men like me.”

“And here I was just thinking you reminded me of my father.” You burst out laughing at the look on his face until he pulled you back to his chest and his hand caressed your cheek.

He studied you, your skin tingled as your face warmed under his gaze and your lips parted. He leaned in, closing the space between you but his lips never met yours. You opened your eyes and the mischief sparkling in his threw you.

“Oh, by the way, John and Rosie are waiting downstairs with Vic and Will. We had dinner reservations, remember?”

“Shit!” The haze vanished and you reached over his shoulder, clicked save document accompanied by his groan in your ear as you slapped the laptop closed. You shifted in his lap and he groaned again grabbing your hips. You grinned, “you deserved that. I can’t believe you!” His delight flickered across his face and he gripped your hips tighter anticipating another movement, “you’re such a...”

He wrapped his arms around you and stood holding tight until you got your feet on the ground. “John’s the drama queen. Probably down there whinging about us taking so long.”

“You were stalling and taking too long.” The laughter couldn’t extinguish the tingling once again climbing up your arms and heating your skin. You were far too aware of the distance between his mouth and yours and the painfully demanding ache.

“I never consider alone time with you stalling. Well, most of the time.” He leaned down, rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You shut your eyes and breathed him in, the mint on his breath mixing pleasantly with his aftershave and freshly pressed shirt. It was heady and his description of you being a drug completely understood in the moment. His hands expertly smoothed up your sides then slid around to your back and with just a gentle pressure, he pulled your body tight against his.

“We could be very bad for each other,” you whispered, deeply aware of how much your voice gave away.

His right hand moved up your spine while the other swooped down to your lower back slipping under your shirt. His right hand slowed as he reached the back of your neck, adding a bit of pressure to the tendon as he continued up into your hair and cradled the back of your head. You opened your eyes and met his heated gaze. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Epilogue

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Birthday Special!〘𝓢𝓱𝓾 𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓲 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻〙

This is a gift from a friend of mine.

AUTHOR [P.O.V.]

Today was Y/N's birthday. Shu wanted to make it special because today was Y/N's birthday. He wanted to propose to his girlfriend but wanted it to be special.

In a certain, albino's and H/C's hair apartment, the two couples were cuddling in bed. Shu woke up to the sun shining through their bedroom window blinder. He sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes. He looked down at his sleeping girlfriend and smiled. He leaned down and gave her butterfly kisses. Y/N woke up due to Shu's butterfly kisses.

Y/N: "Hm? Shu?"

Shu: "Morning, my love. Happy Birthday."

Y/N: "Hmm~ thanks."

Shu: "Come on, I'll make your favourite."

Shu got up to get dressed and head to the kitchen to make Y/N's F/F. He had something planned for her to which she was oblivious of. They both enjoyed a nice breakfast and Shu decided to take them where they wanted to go to.

Shu took them to an aquarium where they see cute fishes that Y/N likes. They went over to see her favourite fish, which she adores very much. Shu watches the cute expression on her face when she sees the sea animals. They left the aquarium but before that Shu bought a cute F/S/A toy which Y/N will cuddle later when they get back home.

Shu: "Where do you want to go next?"

Y/N: "Hmm. How about the carnival?"

Shu chuckles as Y/N gives him a closed eye smile. Shu pecked her forehead.

Shu: "Sure."

They both went to a carnival which was filled with a lot of people. Shu held Y/N's hand tightly as to not lose her in the crowd. They both played a few games, like pop the balloon, spin the wheel and lots of other fun games. They both went to get some cotton candy to which they shared and watched the parade.

Y/N [giggles]: "I remember Valt and the others were excited going here years ago back when we were still in school."

Shu [chukles]: "Yeah. Brings back memories."

As Y/N continued to watch the parade Shu looked over at his girlfriend but soon-to-be-wife. He quickly looked away as Y/N looked over at him with a puzzling look. The parade quickly ended as Shu decided to take Y/N somewhere that no can disturb them. Y/N wanted to know what it was but Shu said it was a secret that curiousity only got to her. As they arrived at the place which was set up in a picnic which got Y/N caught off guard.

Y/N: "Wow, Shu! You did all this?"

Shu: "Yeah. I also asked the others to help out to plan this for us."

Y/N: "Aw, your so sweet, Shu."

Y/N pecked his lips as Shu lightly blushed at the affection. They both sat down and ate a few treats Shu brought and had a big conversation until Shu finally sat up and kneeled in front of Y/N.

Y/N: "Shu?"

Shu grabbed Y/N's hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles which of course caused her to slightly blush. Shu looked up at her straight in the eye.

Shu: "Y/N. Ever since you came into our school and the first time I saw you, my heart skipped a beat and I knew you were the one for me. You always helped me and the others whenever we were in trouble. You always supported us whenever we feel down. Even when I became Red Eye, you stuck by my side no matter how much I pushed you away you still stayed by me. You forgave me when Valt brought me back. You always supported my decision and helped out Laine and Aiger when they went through the same path as me."

Y/N's eyes widen as she felt water appear in her eyes.

Shu: "So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

Y/N's broke a huge smile and tackled Shu in a hug as they both landed on the soft grass.

Y/N: "Of course, yes, Shu!"

Shu smiled at her and hugged her tightly and tears were prickling in the corner of his eyes as they both let out a few laughs. They both sat up as Shu held out Y/N's left hand and placed the ring on the finger and they both leaned in for a kiss. They both separated and leaned against each other foreheads.

Shu: "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

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ererokii · 4 years

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What Goes Around Comes Around

T. Shouto x Fem! Reader (inspired song fic)

Song: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake

Warnings: angst, cheating, like one scene of sex (very small scene), characters are 18+

Italics mean flashback

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is my first fic and my first attempt at writing angst so I’m sorry if this is quite shit and of course it had to be my boy (pls forgive if there are typos). Also big shoutout to @shoutodoki and @shoutosplaything (also thank u for beta reading gabbi) for letting me tag them!

Don’t wanna think about it

Don't wanna talk about it

I’m just so sick about it

I can’t believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can’t do it without ya

Can you tell me is this fair?

14 days

It’s been 14 days since the last time you saw Shouto Todoroki. You refused to acknowledge him as the man that you once loved but deep down inside you knew that you still love him. Everyday your thoughts kept haunting you as if it was a song that kept repeating itself without your permission.

Was I good enough?

Did he not love me anymore?

Could I have known before it happened?

Could it have been fixed?

Maybe I wasn’t putting enough effort?

You thought that your relationship was perfect. Like every other couple, you had your ups and downs. To something as silly as leaving the dirty dishes there or something as serious as miscommunication. Regardless, that was the best relationship you’ve been in for a while. Thought Shouto was the one to be. The one you would spend the rest of your life with. You guys were the It Couple. All your friends would always compliment on your relationship. Soulmates. That’s how everyone described your relationship with Shouto. A bond that could never be broken. The universe bringing two people together to forge the most perfect relationship. That’s what everyone used to say.

Tonight, just like every night you stared up at the ceiling refusing to let sleep take over your body as all you saw was Shouto when you closed your eyes. Laying on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling like you were in a trance, unmoving. The blanket lazily hangs off of the couch as you refused to shield your body from the cold. The unfinished dinner stayed on the granite counter in your kitchen, the half-empty wine bottle laid untouched on your low table. How pathetic you thought to yourself as you let out a weak chuckle and sat up slowly, running a hand through your messy hair. A bang like knock to your door startled you, making you turn your head quickly and could have sworn you almost gave yourself whiplash. “Who in the hell..” you mumbled and stood up, wiping your sweaty palms against your shorts as you made your way to the door, stopping in front of it. You let out a deep sigh and fixed your hair quickly to the best of your ability.

“Who is it?”

“Y/N.”

You let out an indescribable noise as you quickly covered your mouth. Why was he here? What does he need? Is he drunk? Millions of questions raced through your mind. Even with the door separating you two, you could still feel his intense gaze burning holes right through it.

“Y/N please open the door. I just want to talk to you and explain things.”

“There is nothing to talk about Todoroki” you snapped and leaned your forehead against the cool wood. He internally cringed whenever you used his last name. It sounded so foreign to him whenever the word escaped your mouth that he honestly forgot what it sounded like.

“Please all I ask of you is to let me explain”

You let out a low groan and unlocked the door quickly, opening it with force that even Shouto was surprised you would agree to face him.

“Explain?! You’re gonna explain how you oh so magically or you tripped and stuck your dick in another girl’s vagina?! Cause if you have an amazing explanation please be my guess and enlighten me.”

“Y/N come on don’t act like that..”

“No! You have no right to tell me how I should be acting! And don’t you fucking dare call me by my name. We aren’t formal anymore” You snapped and felt tears starting to form. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see you cry. Not again.

~~~~

The thought of marrying Shouto has been on your mind for the longest. Being in a relationship for 3 almost 4 years with him was amazing, you were deeply in love with him and you wanted to take the next step.

Recently you noticed a difference in Shouto’s behavior. He lost his loving touch. As time went on you noticed the bridge separating both of you as if it forbade you to meet in the middle once again. It started off small. He would come home later than usual. Yes being a Pro-Hero called for him to be out at unusual times of the night but this didn’t feel right. It wasn’t right.

“Shouto!” You called out from the front of your apartment, slipping on your shoes. “I’m going to be out for a while with Ochako! I shouldn’t be gone too long!”

Silence.

You were met with silence.

A frown formed on your face as you glanced at the man sitting down on the couch, staring down at his phone. ”Shouto?” This time you were met with a grunt. Least it was better than silence. “Did you even listen to what I said?”

“No. What did you say”

Ouch. That hurt.

“I said I was going out. With Ochako” you announced slowly, expecting that he would take notice this time. ”Uh-huh. That's cool.” he mumbled, not looking up from his phone once as a small smile formed on his face. ”Well..okay then I'll see you later then. I love you.”

Once again you were met with silence but this time he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. The look in his eyes looked unrecognized, something you haven't seen since the beginning of your friendship. ”Ok. Stay as long as you want.”

That was some of the red flags you should have taken notice of, but you were so blinded by your love for him that you didn't bring it up.

You told your best friend, Ochako Uraraka about the situation and she simply told you that you were probably overreacting and just needed to speak with the man himself. “Ochako you know he doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. He doesn't say ’I love you’, he's not affectionate anymore and always pushes me away whenever I try to have sex with him. Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?”

The brunette girl sitting beside you swirled the red wine in her glass as she stared down at it. ”I really wish I knew the answer for you Y/N-chan. From what it sounds like you just need to sit down and talk with him. It could possibly just be miscommunication.”

”What if he's cheating on me?”

”I'm going to have to stop you right there. Todoroki may be a bit dense at times but he isn't an idiot. If that were the case I would personally go down there and show him that he doesn't mess with the best girl around. In case you didn't notice, you're the best girl.

A weak chuckle escaped your lips as you took the final sip of your wine, relishing the way it went down your throat and left a tangy aftertaste. “Maybe I’ll buy a little something on the way back. Maybe some strawberry milk and soba noodles from his favorite place.”

“I mean you can do or you could just go straight home and talk to him without any bribery.”

A sigh exited your mouth as you placed your now empty glass on her white table. ”I really appreciate that you let me come over”

A smile tugged on her lips as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly against her smaller frame. “Of course Y/N-Chan! Let me know how it goes after!”

Then that’s how you found yourself in front of your door, reciting a small monologue on how you would approach the man. You opened the door quietly, staying put when you heard the soft creak of the door. “He should be home..” you whispered to yourself as you shut the door behind you once you entered your shared apartment. “All I have to do is approach and speak my mi-“ Black heels? When did you leave black heels here?

You didn’t. The only pair of shoes that were beside the black heels were your white slippers. You felt as if your heart dropped down in the depths of your body. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be.

You began walking towards your room, taking quiet steps despite feeling that your feet were dragging across the floor. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of doing that. Right?

Turning the corner to enter the hallway you stopped your motion and stared. Across the hallway was your closed bedroom door. It felt like a journey that hasn’t even begun. Before taking a single step towards your destination, you heard it.

“S-Shouto!”

That was it. The moan. The noise of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of your once shared bed where it was him making you feel that good. Him touching you in a way that no one else could feel his touch. It used to be you. Only you.

“No no no” you repeated like a mantra and walked over quickly only to stop in front of the door, hand resting about the door knob. You were hesitating, but why? You already had your answer. Was it because you were in denial? You thought this was a dream?

Taking a deep breath you grasped the knob and turned it, pushing the door open quietly.

There it was. The scene you always hoped you would never see. Your now ex-boyfriend, drilling some woman into your mattress. Your presence seemed to be ignored by them.

“Fuck baby you fuck me so good!”

“You’re so fucking tight” Shouto grunted and threw his head back and closed his eyes before opening them again, tensing up on once he spotted you standing right behind him. His hips stilled as his hands let go of the woman’s ass.

You couldn’t believe it and started shaking your head in denial

“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like”

“Oh? What is it then huh? I know I’m not fucking blind. I can see what is going on with my own two eyes.”

He got off the bed quickly and grabbed a spare sheet, placing it on top to cover himself up. “Please Y/N” he whispered. He sounded desperate as he reached to grab your hand while taking a step towards you.

“How long has this been going on.”

“What?”

“How long have you been doing this behind my back.”

“...6 months.”

The past 6 months seemed like a lie now. Every kiss. Every touch. Every ‘I love you’ was nothing but a lie. Now, you remembered all the red flags that were thrown your way but your denial got the best of you. The constant fighting, blowing you off on dates to go hang out at ‘Midoriya’s place’ or even ‘Bakugo’s place’. Coming home late even when he wasn't called for work. It all made sense now.

”Baby we can talk about this”

“No!” You snapped and pointed a shaky finger at him. “Do not beg me. I gave you everything I possibly could. I put in all my time and my energy for this relationship and for you to just..” you trailed off and covered your mouth with your hand, suppressing a sob from fleeing. ”You know...instead for future purposes. If you want out of a relationship j-just tell them. Don't cheat on them from behind. And don’t you dare call me that fucking name again.” You said as confident as you could but in reality it was the opposite of confident. Your voice was wavering, your once perfect mascara was running down your face mixed with your tears.

Shouto gulped and clenched the sheet in his hand. “I still love you Y/N.. we can talk this out please. Just give me a chance.” He whispered and looked directly into your eyes. Broken. Torn. Guilty. The look in his eyes seemed to stare right through your soul.

“If you really loved me, you would have never cheated on me in the first place. You would have come up to me and spoken to me how you felt instead of doing this behind my back… I’m going to leave. When I come back, I want you out of my apartment. Take everything you own and leave.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What goes around, comes around

~~~~

You shut your eyes tightly as the memory and clenched your fists right by your side.

“I was drunk. I went to a bar right when you left to go visit Uraraka.” Shouto said as he took a small step towards you. It felt like the world was suffocating you.

“A bar? That’s your excuse for cheating on me? Drunk for 6 months? Please. I’m not stupid. I know plenty of men that get ‘drunk’ and they don’t cheat on their significant other. I didn’t expect that coming from your mouth. You disappointed me. You let me down. You made me feel like it was my fault.”

“That’s because it’s not!” He suddenly yelled and you flinched slightly at the sudden change of his tone. He let out a deep sigh and kept going forward till he had you caged between him and the wall inside your apartment. “It was all me. I was stupid. I’m sorry for hurting you..I should have just came up to you and spoke to you how I was feeling. I’m sorry.” He whispered and placed his finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him.

You gulped and felt his intense gaze stare through you. His bi-colored hair tickling the top of your forehead. His face was close to yours, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m afraid of losing you..I don’t want to lose you Y/LN” he whispered into your ear, smiling faintly when he saw you shiver. Even like this, he still had the same effect on you and you loathed it. “We can just forgive and forget.. I’ll make it up to you I promise just please forgive me”

You wanted to. You wanted time to go back and give you what you wanted. A meaningful relationship. Being with Shouto was on your mind everyday as if it was mocking you. You desperately wanted to be in his loving arms again, feeling his body on yours. Now that you were caged behind him, a low level panic started to arise in your body. Could you ever forgive him? How could you forget? What makes this different? What if he does it again?

“She cheated on you didn’t she”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, she cheated on you. Didn’t she?”

His quietness was all you needed as your answer. You shook your head and looked up at him, stroking his scar gently with your thumb.

“And you felt if you came back to me thinking I’ll let you back huh? You think that because she cheated on you it’ll make us relate on a different level and make everything better right? How’d it feel? It felt horrible huh? Like your heart was being ripped into two then stomped on.”

Shouto growled faintly and gripped your shoulders a bit tighter, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“No. I’m not done fucking talking. I cried. I cried and cried for your sorry ass. You and I are not feeling the same type of pain. I loved you. She didn’t. I..I still love you” you whispered the last part under your breath

Shouto sucked in air as he tensed up. Time seemed to stop as the earth stilled. No one said anything. You missed the silence with him. Under different circumstances you would have enjoyed it. “You..you still love me?”

“Course I still love you!” You cried out and pushed him off of you, walking towards him as he kept backing up with each step you took. “But I can’t be with you. Part of me wants to forgive you and throw myself at you but the other half is telling me you’ll just do it again.”

“You think I would do it again?”

“I mean you did it the first time. So what would make it different from the next? Todoroki you just.. you need to leave.”

He quickly reached for your hands and cupped them, holding them to his chest. “I can’t lose you Y/N..” he whispered

“You already did.” You said coldly and pulled your hands out of his grasp. “What goes around comes around huh? That’s your karma now. Get out. I never want to see you again. I want the guilt to swallow you alive.”

He stood there unmoving, hands grasping around nothing as he looked up at you. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry. I hope we can start over again soon. I hope you can forgive me.”

You watched as Todoroki walked down the steps and into the dark night. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders but the hole in your heart was still wide and open. Closing the door till he was no longer in sight, you let your head fall against the wood, letting out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Goodbye Todoroki Shouto.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What Goes Around, Comes Around

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