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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Heyyyyy, who wants the expanded excerpt of that one WIP of mine with transfemme!Kon, two glorious and terrible Amazons, and familial soulmates that's behind this here read-more?? (( tw: internalized misgendering, unintentional misgendering ))

Kon just saved Lex Luthor's life, so that's kind of weird and unfortunate. Like, he's perfectly aware that Kal would've wanted him to do that and would've done it himself if he hadn't been too busy bashing on the robot minions of the latest morally dubious AI to need dropkicked out of Metropolis, but also now the whole stupid world is gonna know he's the kind of dumbass who wastes time saving Lex Luthor.

Specifically, wastes time saving Lex Luthor in the middle of a situation that has at least an eighty-five percent chance of being Lex Luthor's own goddamn fault, just to really rub it in.

Look, somebody had to have programmed that morally dubious AI.

Kon can't even enjoy the fact that Luthor's currently knocked out on the ground and both of the dude's super-hot and allegedly Amazonian bodyguards are on top of him. And considering that the one's all buttoned up in a sexy chauffeur uniform with semi-sheer stockings and the other's wearing a black minidress and strappy gold stilettos under a trenchcoat, and that they're both at least six feet tall and built like, again, actual Amazons, that is a lot to not be enjoying.

. . . although actually, he can't help but notice, they're weirdly not his type despite the fact that they're both absolutely gorgeous and also the fact that he pretty much just described the stars of at least the last three pornos he watched.

Very weird, Kon thinks, then attempts to get out from underneath said porn star bodyguards. The chauffeur-looking one–Mercy, he thinks her name is–cuffs him upside the head, then pulls out a gun that he cannot even imagine where she was hiding and takes aim at the nearest robot.

"Quit wriggling, brat, you'll throw off my aim," she orders, and then starts firing.

"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking Amazon?" Kon demands incredulously. Since when the fuck do Amazons use guns? Since when is that a thing?

"I am also not too stupid to see the benefits of high-velocity rounds," Mercy replies dryly without missing a shot. Every robot she hits immediately explodes. There is literally no reason a normal handgun should be causing that reaction, so Kon's just gonna assume that's not actually a normal handgun.

"Always with the high-velocity rounds," the other bodyguard–Hope, Kon's pretty sure?–snorts as she strips off her trenchcoat and reveals a truly improbable amount of absolutely flawless muscle packed into that skintight minidress that Kon, again, finds bizarrely just . . . not hot, somehow? And neither is Mercy's narrow-eyed look of concentration or the fact that they're both still on top of him.

Maybe he's coming down with something.

Admittedly, he's pretty sure they're only on top of him to keep him pinned down to be a useful meat-shield for their currently unconscious boss's much less invulnerable body, but Kon has found people who were repeatedly bashing him in the face with an I-beam or just straight-up about to murder him hot, so . . . yeah, definitely coming down with something. There's really no other explanation.

"Hmmm," Mercy says, eyeing the swarming robots that are very aggressively beelining for their position. Like, these robots are way too interested in their position for this whole stupid situation to not in some way be Luthor's fault, in Kon's opinion. "We need to clear some space."

"Then you should've packed a bigger gun," Hope says dubiously, dropping her trenchcoat on Kon's head.

"Fuck's sake," Kon mutters, then flattens his hands against the pavement, grabs every robot he can reach at once with his TTK, and rips them all to pieces in one burst.

It's not easy, but he at least nails a pretty respectable amount of them, so he's got that much. And also, like, about a hundred-yard radius without anything that's trying to murder them in it. So that's nice.

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

"You're welcome," Kon snipes. "Can I get up now?"

"No," Hope says as a fresh wave of robots rushes them. "Do it again."

"Whatever," Kon mutters, but he does. He's got better shit to do right now than argue with alleged Amazons of unexplained origins. Taking out as many damn robots as possible, specifically.

"That's convenient," Hope observes, inexplicably dropping a hand onto the back of Kon's neck and squeezing . . . approvingly, actually? "Good job, kid."

And that, bafflingly, still doesn't do anything to his dick.

Okay, so he's probably actively dying of radiation poisoning from, like, some kind of new stealth kryptonite that Luthor has in his pocket or whatever. Luthor would absolutely be the asshole to have stealth kryptonite in his pocket right now, ungrateful prick that he is.

Kon really doesn't have time to be worrying about that right now, though, so he just grabs another group of robots with his TTK and does what comes naturally as Mercy keeps firing at the ones in the air overhead and Hope keeps her hand on the back of his neck. It . . . still isn't doing anything to him?

Except it sort of is, just . . . not in a way that makes sense.

Kon really doesn't have time for this.

Mercy reloads her handgun. Hope squeezes the back of Kon's neck again. Rubs the pad of her thumb across his pulse, the gesture more absentminded than anything else.

Kon feels weird.

Then he rips apart every single fucking robot left on the ground.

Which is . . . a lot of robots.

Like. Way, way more robots than he actually should've been able to get a grip on. Or even reach.

"Uh," Kon says, blinking stupidly.

"Damn convenient," Hope says, then gives his neck a neat little pat of appreciation before dropping her hand away. Kon does not examine the part of himself that misses it, mostly because said part has literally nothing to do with his libido and he just can't make that fact make sense. "Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

"Oh, that hit was a slight improvement," Luthor says musingly as he gets to his own feet and finishes dusting himself off, clearly far more interested in watching Kal get knocked around by the aerial robots than anything else. Kon flips him off on principle. Mercy pistol-whips him for it. It doesn't really hurt, which bemuses him enough to lay off the rude hand gestures. She's an Amazon, probably. Almost definitely. Either way, she definitely could've made that actually hurt.

So that's weird.

Actually a lot of weird has been happening in this whole stupid interaction, really, which is what Kon gets for saving fucking Lex Luthor's life.

Something explodes really loudly in the distance, which is probably the command center that Steel was supposed to be dealing with because all the remaining robots jerk violently and then drop out of the sky like rocks all at once and crash into the ground. Which–thank fuck.

"Hm," Mercy says, holstering her gun as she glances around the smashed-up street and finally gets off Kon. "We might actually make your three o'clock, Mr. Luthor."

"Unfortunate, given that I'm fairly certain my three o'clock is good ol' Brucie Wayne," Luthor says dryly. Hope gets up too and, absolutely inexplicably, offers Kon a hand up. He's so fucking bemused that he actually takes it, and she pulls him to his feet. "That man is absolutely unbearable."

"Mmm, I don't know, Hope and I usually find Mr. Wayne good for a bit of afternoon delight," Mercy drawls, sounding amused.

"Ew," Kon mutters reflexively as he lets go of Hope's hand and makes a face. Then he wonders what the fuck kind of kryptonite that stealth kryptonite is, because picturing two dangerous and gorgeous Amazons making a sandwich out of a slutty Gothamite playboy shouldn't be making him say "ew". Like, that is very literally the last thing that should ever be making him say "ew". Ever.

Seriously, what the fuck.

Luthor looks back over at them.

And then he frowns.

"Hope," he says. "Mercy."

"Yes, sir?" Hope asks.

"What the hell are those?" Luthor says.

Hope and Mercy frown too. Then they look at each other. Look each other over. And . . . pause.

"Oh," Hope says.

"What the fuck," Mercy says.

Kon has no idea what they're all frowning about, but whatever. An annoyed supervillain and his annoyed bodyguards are not his also-annoyed problem, at least not as long as they're not actively trying to murder Kal or blow up Metropolis or whatever. He's just gonna go make sure everybody he actually gives a shit about is okay, and then get back to–

Hope and Mercy's frowns deepen, and then they both flick their eyes towards him.

"Bullshit," Mercy says, her eyes narrowing.

"What, do you think it was one of the drones?" Hope asks dubiously, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a damn man," Mercy says accusingly. "Worse, a damn boy!"

"Excuse you?" Kon says, bristling reflexively. He's technically eighteen, okay? Or at least the rough equivalent of eighteen, whatever.

"I will say, not quite what I pictured for either of your types," Luthor says, looking Kon over with an unimpressed expression.

Oh, gross.

"Annnnnd I'm out," Kon says firmly as he lifts off the ground, because Lex Luthor just checked him out and he needs to go gag now. And like, scrub the entire memory from his brain.

Hope grabs his shoulder and shoves him back down onto his feet.

"You're our soulmate, kid," she says matter-of-factly. Kon . . . blinks.

"The fuck?" he says, and Hope points down at herself. He looks. There's a soulmark wrapped halfway around her right thigh, which is . . . weird, actually, because he doesn't remember her having a soulmark there earlier, especially not such a big and flashy one, and . . .

What the fuck, Kon thinks. He looks over at Mercy and sees the exact same soulmark showing through her stockings in the exact same place on her own thigh. He doesn't remember seeing it there before either.

It's . . . well, it's a soulmark, he guesses. It's gold–like, several different shades of gold, but all of them metallic and gleaming. He can see the shine of the mark even through Mercy's stockings. It looks like a mosaic of a stylized sun, all intricate rays and bright circles and interlocking shapes, and it takes up a hell of a lot of real estate, going all the way from just above their knees to who knows how high up under their skirts. It's . . . well, it's pretty.

Actually, it's beautiful, and Kon kind of wants to touch it. To touch both of them, more specifically, ideally at the same time.

And still not in the pervy way.

So that's a bad sign, definitely.

"Take your pants off," Mercy orders impatiently.

"How about 'hell no'?" Kon says, because yeah he has literally no sense of shame or self-consciousness but Luthor was just eyeballing him like a weirdo and he very much does still want to go make sure nobody he gives a shit about got fucked up by a morally dubious robot or anything. And like–okay, fine, apparently he has soulmates and apparently those soulmates are both drop-dead gorgeous Amazons, but like . . . he doesn't actually give a fuck right now, and also they both work for Lex Luthor, so that kinda doesn't bode well for any kind of long-term relationship or whatever anyway? Like, this is very much about to be another Knockout scenario. Knockout in stereo, even.

Ugh.

"I said take your pants off," Mercy repeats in annoyance.

"Again, hell no," Kon tells her.

Mercy grabs for his belts. Kon dodges her.

"Hey!" he says. Mercy glowers at him. Hope folds her arms.

"It's obviously him, Mercy," she says with a sigh. "We haven't touched anyone else but each other and Lex in at least an hour, and any of us would've triggered a mark long before now."

"He's a child," Mercy bites off.

"I'm eighteen, kind of!" Kon protests indignantly. If he had to forcibly lose sixteen-odd years of his natural lifespan, at least people could fucking acknowledge him as a fucking adult. Like, is that too much to ask?

"You're two," Luthor says dryly. "'Kind of'."

"Oh, fuck you," Kon snaps, scowling at him and also not sure how he feels about the fact that the fucking weirdo actually knows how old he is. Like, why the fuck does he know that?

"A literal child," Mercy says witheringly. "A literal child is our literal soulmate. In a V-shaped triad, of all things!"

Honestly, if somebody'd told Kon half an hour ago that he had two soulmates and said soulmates were a pair of smoking hot older women dressed like professional escorts who could both kick his ass due to being unconfirmed Amazons, and he was the focal point of their V-shaped triad? He would have very literally needed to go have a lie-down until he recovered enough to get some bloodflow back to his brain. And it would've had to be a very, very long lie-down.

Right now, though, it's just like . . . a thing, he guesses. A very weird thing that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, as far as he's concerned.

"Well, he'll mature," Hope says resignedly. "Theoretically."

"Oh, that's a turn-on," Mercy snorts.

"Look, whatever, I'm not into you two either but I'm not being a prick about it, am I?" Kon says in exasperation, folding his arms.

The other three all pause. Then they all turn their heads to look at him.

"You're not?" Luthor says, sounding mystified. "What, neither of them?"

"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no," Kon says, wondering what his life has come to that he's actually answering the asshole supervillain right now.

". . . you know, you could just come out to Superman, it's not actually necessary to so aggressively pretend to be straight," Luthor says dryly, raising an eyebrow at him. Kon, again, wonders how and why this weirdo knows anything about him, much less enough to have an opinion about his sexual orientation and the way he expresses it. "I mean, you'll have to put up with him 'validating your identity' every five minutes, I'm sure, but he isn't going to disown you or whatever nonsense you're expecting."

"I'm bi, asshole, and I am out to Superman," Kon says in exasperation. Who, admittedly, did kind of spend a couple months validating his identity every five minutes after he came out to him, but that's neither here nor there. "It's possible to just not be into someone."

"But you're not into either of them," Luthor says, eyes narrowing in consideration. "And they're your soulmates."

". . . oh gods," Mercy says in horrified realization, putting her hands over her face and staring at Kon through her splayed fingers. "Hope. Hope, are we fucking parents?!"

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

Kon blinks at both of them. Then stares at both of them.

"Are you high?" he says incredulously. "There is literally no damn way!"

"Really? Because it'd be one thing if you weren't sexually attractive to either of them yet," Luthor says, still eyeing him assessingly. "You're barely past jailbait, physiologically speaking, and that's frankly being generous. But neither of them is sexually attractive to you?"

"It's possible to just not be into someone!" Kon protests again. "That doesn't mean they're my moms, for fuck's sake! It could just be, I don't know, platonic or something! Or a sibling bond!"

Not that those options aren't just as weird and doomed as a romantic bond would be, obviously, but at least they'd make more sense than a parental one would.

"Amazons only get sister bonds, brat," Mercy says dubiously, which Kon guesses makes sense but also makes him feel a little–never mind. Never mind how it makes him feel.

He doesn't like how it makes him feel, though. For reasons that he's just . . . not ever gonna examine.

Ever.

"Yeah, well, last I heard nobody ever proved you two were real Amazons anyway," he snaps back defensively, clenching his fists at his sides.

"It's adorable that you think we care what anyone else thinks," Mercy snorts, rolling her eyes.

Kon very literally cannot imagine just not caring what anyone else thinks to that degree. Like–not ever.

Must be nice, though.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #hope taya #mercy graves #lex luthor #rinfic #wip: amazon kon #internalized misgendering #unintentional misgendering

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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want to rec

The die is cast (alea iacta est)

i'm not entirely sure you'll like it

i'd say it was perfect except it's a little critical of ron and snape

(not what i'd call bashing but i'm not sure how un-positive you're ok with the fic being)

it's a non-voldemort war au

j!ly had 3 kids

an older boy named charles

harry at his canon age

and then a little girl a year or two under him

it also has charles and dorea as j@mes' parents since the blacks are important to the story

it's very critical of j@mes

it's doesn't feel out of character

j@mes' obsession with "the dark" and his ego feel like canon things that could have developed without the war to focus on

dumbledore is also feeding into it with riddle going legal and becoming the minister his belief that the dark are completely evil and want to kill muggle borns feels irrational but are canon behaviors without the war to justify them

l!ly meanwhile feels like one of those ppl who are so concerned with their career that they forget they have children and is constantly justifying j@mes' worse behavior

like j@mes does something absolutely rage inducing to harry and l!ly lectures harry for making such a big deal out of it

s!r!us is also not great

like he's not as bad as j@mes in his behavior or obsession but he's not great

he's seen as a coward who would prefer to avoid a situation then admit that he was wrong and argue with someone he cares about

an example is the tree incident

dorea speculates that s!r!us felt guilty immediately

if for no other reason them the effect that this would have on remus

j@mes on the other hand apparently only got involved because if snape died or got hurt then they would have to face consequences for their actions

remus is a bit of a coward who believes the best of dumbledore even when what dumbledore is doing is objectively wrong

like refusing to call the hospital when he has children dying with injuries that a school nurse probably can't heal

also w0lfst@r was a thing but it didn't go well

(it's an interesting look on how unhealthy the ship would be)

hermione is also not coming out great

her canon bossiness, refusal to admit when she's wrong and her seeming beliefs that an entire culture should change to fit her opinion all feel canon

(that last one isn't as bad in canon as the fic but some of the things she says feel like they line up with canon thought)

ron was kinda critical but like he was just a bit of an ass because 1 kids are like that sometimes and 2 he was idolizing j@mes and s!r!us which i'm sure you can guess why he was an ass now

that said shit hits the fan and he seems to stop thinking so highly of j@mes and s!r!us and stops being an ass

snape meanwhile was almost a non entity at first

it was acknowledged that he hated j@mes and wasn't great to harry but a lot of snape's more negative behavior seemed to be focused on charles

(the kid who actually tried to act like j@mes)

until harry and anemone (the little sister) did something to upset l!ly

(which was only because it harmed her reputation)

and then he started being terrible to harry

and he got in trouble with the school board

(which objectively makes sense like if a real teacher said those things they'd be fired so snape getting in trouble does work)

snape and ron themselves though aren't out of character

and it's not like focused bashing so that's why i think even with that you'll potentially like the fic

wait…

That actually sounds so good omg. when you first said it has Ron and Sev bashing I was heartbroken because they’re my two faves, but if 1. they’re portrayed accurately and interestingly (at the end of the day that’s all that really matters to me 💀) 2. Ron changes 3. Snape’s goodness is still there, then I’m willing to put it aside.

I love dark!James so I think I’ll really enjoy this fanfic, thank you so much for the rec, anon!

#severus snape #anti james potter #(?)#it isn’t but this fic is anti james so idk #ron weasley #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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the-silver-chronicles · 10 months

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FC5(?) OC: Paul Yellowjack song list

Since I did one for the main protagonist of Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Silva Omar (Deputy version), I decided to do one for who is undoubtedly the main antagonist, Paul Yellowjack.

Note: Reason for question mark is because Paul briefly appears in other works as well. Anyway!

Songs:

Amen - CG5

Quake in fear for he is near Waiting for you to take a step in here If you run you cannot hide You're in danger the moment you arrive

Why not relax? Come on, have some soup It's probably gonna be the last thing you do If you really don't wanna die Keep on running for your life

I am your disciple, don't you know that's true? Look at everything I've done for you You're here and there and everywhere My love is all I've shared

Can I get an amen?

Evil Like Me - Kristin Chenoweth & Dove Cameron

I have tried my whole life long To do the worst I can Clawed my way to victory Built my master plan Now the time has come, my dear For you to take your place Promise me you'll try to be An absolute disgrace

Don't you wanna be evil like me? Don't you wanna be cruel? Don't you wanna be nasty and brutal and cool? And when you grab that wand that's when your reign begins Who wants an evil queen without a sack of sins? Don't you wanna be heartless and hardened as stone? Don't you wanna be finger licking evil to the bone?

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If you wanna be evil and awful and free Then you should thank your lucky star That you were born the way you are!

A Man Without Love - Engelbert Humperdinck

I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So if you see my girl, please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love

Shadow of Myself - JT Music

I can sense the presence of evil Settled deep in this residence I've already been through shit And still haven't seen how bad it gets Crashin' their party, bash in their heads Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest This violence has me laughin' After making a massive mess I guess, I'm past the point of saving I'd rather end up dead! Give in to your temptation Transcend mortality Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!

Way past saving, can't be helped Just a shadow of myself Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me) Make me evil, feed me hell I'm a shadow of myself! Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)

Instrumental Music:

Further - Brian Tyler (feat. Serena McKinney)

Might update later. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

#oc: paul yellowjack #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 au #song list #far cry 5

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amarauder · 2 years

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The Spider King and the Butterfly Princess - Sebastian de Poitiers

001. the spider king and the butterfly princess

PAIRING; Sebastian de Poitiers x Reader

REQUEST; y/n and bash were childhood best friends and randomly reunite and realize they love each other.

DATE; March 24th, 2019

WORD COUNT; 4877

WARNING; kissing, i think thats it. but as always let me know if i missed something!

A/N; this is absolute shit. i can't believe its almost been three years since i've written this. seems much longer tbh. but got into reign again and thought might as well post this on here.

TRAILER; in which the italian princess finds one bastard to have grown up a little too nicely for her choosing.

REQUESTED BY; anon

Playing chess in a moving carriage was much more difficult than what most expected. The pieces would frequently fall over and much to Y/N's displeasure, would fall down onto the floor. Thanks to Y/N's corset, getting the chessmen was annoying and hurt plenty. And just to make matters worse, her playmate and rather impatient younger brother would drum his fingers on the edge of his seat every time it took her longer than he wanted.

Now, for the fifth time, the King had fallen onto the floor and the marble had shattered. Cursing under her own breath, Y/N asked for the driver to stop for a second. Obeying her quickly, Y/N felt the carriage rest to a stop which gave her time to console her tearful brother. Y/N had wondered when he had become such a crybaby. She had never seen him cry in front of her parents, maybe Y/N shouldn't be as nice to him as she wanted too.

"Louis," Y/N pleaded grabbing his thin ankle, "Please stop crying. You'll wake up Louise." Y/N said nodding over to his twin and picking up some of the broken rock. Why Y/N's parents had named them almost the same name Y/N would never know. It was already bad enough for them to look exactly the same, only one with longer hair and a naturally scrunched up nose.

Louis sniffled and rubbed his nose. He loved his twin dearly but for some reason he choose to express that emotion in evil ways. Such as rubbing his nose boogies on Louise's face. She woke up with a start and gave her brother a glare for waking her from her slumber. Y/N silently groaned, she knew exactly what was going to happen and couldn't wait to get to the castle despite what was going to happen there. Louis willing laughed at her with a pointed finger before rubbing his disgusting antics in her face. With a trembling lip and big eyes she started to sob into Y/N's shoulder.

"Please continue, Bulstrode! I apologize for stopping so suddenly but we must hurry if we are going to get to the French Court before sundown." Y/N said before she reached out towards her brother who immediately shied away from her. "Relax, I just want your hanky. I'm not going to hit you, even if you deserve it."

Louis grinned cheekily at her, flashing his missing front teeth at her. Sometimes she hated that he was so young... and so adorable. He handed the cloth to her giving her leeway to wipe the gross mixture off of her sister's chubby cheeks. "There," Y/N said smiling down at her sister who still had tears rolling down but no more hiccups coming from her lips, "All better."

After that horrible catastrophe, the twins decided to aggravate their older sister by constantly whining about the trip taking to long and the cliche 'Are we there yet?' or 'Why did we have to come?'

Now, Louise had decided to almost launch her body out of the carriage. Half of her body was dangling through the window as she stared at the massive castle in front of her. "Louise!" Y/N shrieked grabbing her body and pulling it down, "Get down from there now! We are seconds away from the castle. Don't you dare misbehave and upset Mother and Father! You two are incredibly lucky I offered to come and take care of you both. Mother had wanted Lucy to come-"

"No!" The both shouted in union. Lucy was the twins governess, she was a very very old woman with very very old customs. Lucy may be the only one able to keep them both in line but she also done so by fear and torture, two things Y/N did not agree with.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Good. So I am guessing I won't have to send Mother and Father a letter asking to send Lucy over?"

They both shook their heads quickly. Y/N sighed in relief, she didn't like Lucy much either. After all, no one liked their Mother's spy breathing down their necks.

"I've never seen a woman look so scary in my life."

Y/N turned around so fast she felt her neck crack. Her eyes landed on a blonde haired man whose grin on his face was horribly contagious. "You obviously haven't met your Mother then."

Francis rolled his eyes and opened the carriage door, "You are just as annoying as I remembered."

"Good, then I am doing my job. Louise, Louis, this is Francis Valois, the Dauphin of France." Francis raised an eyebrow when Y/N announced their names, he had a hint of a smile on his face. Y/N knew how amusing he found their names but had chosen not to say anything.

Louise giggled silently and whispered something to Louis. He then smirked and looked between the two with mirth in his eyes. Y/N knew that look and couldn't help but feel her stomach drop. They were planning to do something that would make Y/N furious. It seemed Francis realized that too and quickly told the children that a maid would take them to their rooms where tons and tons of pastries were waiting to be eaten. They left quickly after that but, of course, not leaving before they could whisper something in Francis' ear.

Francis helped Y/N out of the carriage and decided to take a walk around the grounds with her. "What did my siblings say?" Y/N asked, "I saw your face and don't worry whatever their threat is won't happen. One time, Louis had told one of the maids that if she didn't leave to get him a strawberry tart immediately he would put spiders in her bed but-"

"It wasn't anything like that." Francis said laughing, "Although, their presence may bring some happiness to the castle. Louise had asked me if I was going to marry you. But I had told her that you already belonged to someone else."

Y/N grimaced with disgust, she quickly took her linked arm off of Francis'. Y/N and the blonde haired man had known each other for a very long time. He had grown handsome but she could never think of him anything other than the five year old who had peed on her for revenge when she had shoved a frog in his face. Besides, she had had a crush on his brother when she was younger. Of course, the feelings had disappeared now. But Francis didn't know that and she knew he would do anything in his power to poke fun of her past.

Deciding her best option would be to play dumb she said, "I haven't been betrothed yet, Francis."

"Don't play dumb it doesn't suit you. Don't worry Bash already knows."

Y/N felt her blood run cold as her stomach seemed sunk into itself. All she felt was absolute horror. Her mind was running through possible situations with each one seeming to get increasingly worse. However, as soon as the feeling came it had fluttered away and had been replaced by a new feeling. Embarrassment. White hot blood rushed up through her skin and seeped into the few uncovered parts of her body. Now more than ever she had wished she hadn't come to France.

She sat quietly onto the grass overlooking the lake, "You," Y/N said after a while as she pointed an accusing finger at a smirking Francis, "You and my horrid siblings are going to be the death of me someday and I will make you regret it."

"Well," Francis said sitting down next to her, "Today is not that day."

Y/N sighed and let her back fall back into the green, she felt absolutely exhausted. Everything was just too much. The week she had been too much. She just wanted to sleep forever and never have to wake up and face Sebastian. Y/N heard Francis lay down next to her but she decided not to open her eyes. They were much to heavy to open up and she was quite mad at him. She knew she would get back at him somehow. After all, she was Italian and Italians are great at revenge.

It had been a while since the L/Ns had visited the French Court. Y/N's Mother had been reluctant to go back once Queen Catherine and King Henry had signed Francis off to another Princess. She remembered the feeling of devastation that had went through her when she had found out that they may never go back. Francis had been her very best friend back then and Y/N supposed she felt that he still was even if they had lost contact over the years. He still knew her the best out of anyone.

Y/N was quite thankful for how things turned out. Since her Mother and Father had thought the King and Queen of France were going to sign an arranged marriage with them, they had wasted too much precious time and had failed to secure a Prince for Y/N to marry. She really didn't want to marry some stuck up man who only wanted her so he could progress the family lineage.

Y/N didn't really want to marry, unless it was for love. But she knew that wouldn't happen. After all, she was a Princess and Princesses have duties to take care of.

If only Bash had been Queen Catherine's child. Y/N wouldn't have wanted him to be the Dauphine, Francis was perfect for the job. Besides, she didn't want to rule France. Becoming the future ruler of Italy was already stressful enough. She had hundreds of people's lives at her hands and the Pope was constantly breathing down her neck. Sometimes, she wished she were a commoner.

The water swished through her body as she cleaned herself in the warmth of the bath. But Commoners wouldn't have this luxury, she reminded herself. Despite what she had thought previously, she didn't want to be one anymore.

"Your highness?" Someone called from the end of the room. Looking a bit awkward standing there was a guard. He looked uneasy like he wished he could be anywhere but here, however, if he didn't do whatever he had to do someone would kill him. Y/N decided that was probably right. They were in France. "Someone is here to see you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, did it look like she was in appropriate attire to talk to someone right now? "Who is it?"

"Your sister and brother, Madame."

"Oh," Y/N said turning around towards the bath, "Send them in." Y/N heard them before she saw them, she could hear little footsteps and loud giggles probably before the entered the room.

As the finally reached Y/N's earshot, she heard, "You're turning into a girl, Louise."

"Well, I would hope so, Louis. After all, she is a girl."

Louis huffed from next to her and leaned against the wooden bathtub. His hand reached towards the water but Y/N's hands smacked it away before it could do any damage. "What was that for?" he cried out.

"What do you have in your hand?" Y/N said easily. She knew Louis well enough to know he wouldn't reach into her tub unless it was for a prank. Louis hated water. He loathed it so much he had refused to take baths for a month. Mother and Father hadn't cared until the day before the annual ball. He stunk like a deceased body soaked in acid and looked like some of the criminals Y/N had seen in the jail cells in Rome.

Louis pursed his lips silently and made eye contact with Louise who nodded sadly. She always felt bad after she caught them in the middle of a prank, the sparkle in their eyes disappeared into a lifeless look. But then the guilt would wash away before she could dawn on the subject more.

Handing her a wooden toy, Y/N raised her eyebrows. The thing was supposed to be a spider and it would have looked like a spider if it were painted right. It was midnight black with a red frown that was drawn in a squiggly line like the black line on charlie's brown's famous yellow shirt. The eyes and eyebrows were the same color but it was what on top of it's head that confused Y/N. Right in the center was a mop of yellow yarn that curled down past the body and on top of the tendrils was a crown. Y/N guessed Louis and Louise had made the toy themselves. It looked like an exact replica of a spider in a story Y/N had made up.

The Spider King and the Butterfly Princess

The story was basically a re-telling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, except they were bugs and Y/N had decided not to mention anything about their deaths and had instead ended the story with the cliche, 'and they lived Happily Ever After.'

Surprisingly, they had both eaten the story up with greedy hands.

"Is this the Spider King?" Y/N asked turning the toy delicately in her hand, "You were just going to let him die so you could prank me?"

Louis looked a little ashamed at her chancing but Louise looked anything but ashamed, she looked furious. "You told me you grabbed the other spider, Louis!"

Y/N groaned and lifted her hand to massage her scalp, this was more stressful that she had accounted for. Deciding it was best to get out before something happened between them, Y/N grabbed a towel from the chair next to her and wrapped it around her body. "Hey!" Y/N said snapping their attention back to Y/N who was leaving the bathroom and walking into her room, "Why did you guys come visit me? You can come in here whenever you like. I'll tell the guards to just immediately let you both in."

Y/N froze after she finished her last sentence. There standing in the center of the room was a man, his back had been turned but at the sound of her voice he spun around. At the sight of his eyes she suddenly felt cool. The atmosphere in the room had gotten cooler somehow, the floor had turned into grainy sand and she felt sea spray tickle her face. His eyes were the beach, they were the freezing waves in Italy and the warm waters in Greece.

She felt seasick.

"Hello, Sebastian." Y/N said with a hint of a smile on her face. He smiled back at her and Y/N remembered she was only wearing a towel. "Do you mind, I have to get dressed."

"Oh!" He said quickly, "Yes, yes, of course. I'll just leave!"

"No! I mean, you don't have to leave. I have my clothes already behind the curtain." [ a/n; what's the thing they used to get dressed behind? it was sort of like a wall but it would fold up. it was in the animated cinderella movie. if you know what i am talking about please comment so i can replace it with curtain. ] Y/N had realized what she had said too late. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly in embarrassment she made her way into the corner. Could she have been anymore awkward? No wonder he found out about her crush when she was younger. She made it so incredibly obvious.

At least she didn't like him anymore. Y/N did have to admit he was quite handsome. But he wasn't her type. Francis was more her type but she could never like him like that.

"How have you been?" Y/N heard Sebastian ask from her room.

Y/N laughed quietly, Sebastian had always been the one to make small talk in the beginning before asking interesting questions that could get Y/N to second guess her entire life style within seconds, "I haven't seen you in 15 years and you ask me 'how have you been?'"

"You were the one demanded I get out then stay."

"Because! I was practically naked and you just stood there."

"I did not just stand there."

A tiny "oh no," left Y/n's lips as she tried again and again to fasten the buttons on her back. The slippery things would make Y/N lose her grip on them every time she tried to button them. Getting more and more frustrated as time flew by. Finally, red face and left with no patience she stomped her foot on the wood and blew out a breath of air.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Bash asked. Y/N had forgotten he was still there. Wondering if her siblings were still in the room and up to help, she poked her head around the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Are my siblings still here?" At the sight of his head shaking no, Y/N placed her forehead against the edge of the curtain. Y/N really didn't want to try again, her arms ached from reaching back there for so long and she knew no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to get it in the stupid hole. She had gotten one on within the past ten minutes. She had absolutely no more patience. Hell, she would rather walk around with the back of her dress undone then try again.

But she hated asking for help. She knew she could really do it if she wanted too. But buttoning a dress wasn't worth twenty minutes of her time. Neither was relentless teasing from Sebastian. However, Y/N didn't know Sebastian anymore. Maybe he changed and wasn't as immature as before.

"Bash," Y/N tried, straightening the collar of her dress. "Do you mind helping me with something real quick." Y/N heard the chair squeak from the loss of his weight as she stepped out of the curtain. "Could you button this for me?" Y/N asked and turned her back to him so he could finish her task.

"You really haven't changed," Bash said as he moved Y/N's hair out of the way. Y/N was having trouble attempting to not show a reaction to his touch. But she couldn't keep in the shiver that ran down her back as his fingers brushed her neck.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N had forgotten all about what he made her feel like which made her wonder if he really caused her to feel like this or if she had thought she had.

"You still can't dress yourself, Y/N. How long is it going to take you to learn a different skill without your maids?"

Y/N scoffed but her brow was furrowed with worry, "You are one to talk, Bash. Don't act like you haven't had the same treatment all of you life."

"I never said I didn't." Y/N felt his fingers brush against her neck again but she felt nothing. She had been right earlier, "There all finished."

Y/N turned around with a smile, "Thank you."

"Of course," he said walking over to the chair to grab his coat, "It's good to have you back. Things haven't been the same since you left."

The wind rustled through her hair as the horse galloped through the grounds. Her heart beat harder and harder as her eyelids slowly closed shut, giving all of her trust in the animal under her.

Bash was in front of her somewhere, she didn't know nor care. Besides meeting him at the stables every day, she hadn't seen him since the button situation. Y/N liked to pretend that they both had been busy, but she knew that wasn't the case.

She had been avoiding him for a while. It had been a cowardly and just down right rude thing to do but Y/N didn't know how else to sort out her feelings. It was a little ridiculous how easily she had grown to like him. Especially when she had tried so hard to make herself not like him. All he had to do was say a few things and have his hand graze her skin a bit before he had her wrapped around his pinky finger.

Her Mother would not approve at all.

But she knew she sneaking out with him at night to go riding was much worse.

"I had forgotten how much a horrible rider you were, princess."

Y/N rolled her eyes at him trying not to let the fact that he had called her princess effect her. "I had forgotten how much of a cox-comb you are. Besides, it's not like you have forgotten, Sebastian. You just rode with me yesterday," [ a/n; a cox comb is a medieval insult that means a vain, foppish person. ]

Bash laughed at her insult and decided to ignore the last part, "I haven't heard that one in a while. God, you're such a goody-goody."

"Don't use God's name in vain."

Bash gave her a look, "You are just proving my point."

Y/N scoffed and went to push him off his horse when he slowed his horse down to a stop, "Why are we stopping, Sebastian."

"Do you recognize this place?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and scanned the area around her. They seemed to be in some kind of ruin near the Ocean Bluffs. Gently dismounting her horse, she gave the reins to Bash who had done the same earlier. She walked around the place with a blush and a small smile. She couldn't believe he had remembered. This place held so many memories she held close to her heart. She had her very first kiss here. Stupid, Francis had dared Y/N to kiss a French Nobel's son. It was the first place Y/N, Francis, and Bash had played hide and seek. Then, Mary had come along and the group had split apart. Francis went along to play with Mary and Y/n and Bash would come here. Sometimes, they would invite other children to come play with them but it was mostly just the two of them.

"You have this far-away look on your face. I'm guessing you do remember then?"

Y/N turned around to look at Sebastian with a childish smile on her face, "How could I forget?" She walked over to a stone wall, letting her hand brush over the edge.

It was almost bittersweet, looking around and having flashbacks of her childhood. She missed it so much. There was a tug at her heart that got worse every time she remembered some ridiculous memory that probably never effected her in the slightest. As her fingers left the stone she felt a sense of longing, a longing to be back in her childhood where everything was simple and she didn't have to worry about her country or her siblings or the future.

No one liked growing up. But it seemed Y/N had grown up too fast.

She remembered looking forward to her birthday every year. Her parents would throw a grand party every year to celebrate her living another year. Thinking back on it, Y/N thought the parties were a bit deceiving. They should be celebrating the memories she had made and how she had enjoyed life, not the increasing stress she was receiving and her ever decreasing time until the throne was hers.

Soon, she was almost in tears. Bash seemed to have noticed because he panicked and quickly rushed towards her. "No, no, don't cry. I didn't bring you here to cry..."

Y/N sniffled as he brought her into a hug. She sighed and gripped his overcoat. All she seemed to do was embarrass herself around him.

"Why did you bring me here?" Y/N asked looking up. Her lip wobbled as she looked up at him, trying very hard not let a fresh layer of tears run down her cheeks.

A flash of guilt crossed his face as he looked away, it almost seemed like he was trying to hide something. Y/N didn't notice though, she was too busy worrying about his answer.

"Why are you crying?"

"I asked you first," she whispered, leaning out of his embrace so she could wipe her tears, "Answer me, please."

"I just felt like it." Y/N gave him a hard look, she didn't believe him in the slightest and it hurt to think that he was lying right to her face. Her jaw clenched as she looked away, but she chose not to say anything. "Why are you crying?"

An answer bit harshly on her tongue but wouldn't release. She didn't want to say it, not now, not yet. They had been having such a great time and now she was going to ruin it with her Mother's words. She knew Bash had heard them before, after all they had been said right to his Father's face. But she still couldn't believe he would just lie, maybe he had changed. "Italian people choose to show their emotions instead of locking it up like you French people do." She said, her words sounding harsher and harsher as the sentence went on. She almost regretted saying it but decided against it.

Y/N watched his eyebrows furrow with worry, she knew he remembered which only made her feel more sick to her stomach. Her eyes lowered to the ground as she stepped away from him. "Y/N," he started with his arm stretched out towards her.

"No," she stepped away from him again and swatted his hands out of her reach, "Just-Just leave me alone."

His jaw clenched once again and he sighed as he thrust his hands into his hair out of frustration, "Fine, I'll leave you alone after you tell me whats wrong."

A whimper left Y/N's lips as she thought over what she could say, 'I'm mad because I love you and you'll never love me. But I'm pretending I'm mad because you lied to my face.' No, that wouldn't work. So instead of saying anything Y/N hugged her waist and stared out at the waves for a while. Her curled hair tickled her cheeks as she stared out. Her eyelids, unbeknownst to Sebastian, were blinking tears away. She hated herself for not being able to tell him but she hated Sebastian more for being so oblivious to her feelings.

Taking in a deep but shaky breath, she let a few tears slip past her eyes and onto her cheeks. She knew in the back of her mind what she needed to do which only made her more terrified. Her stomach was a flurry of butterflies and she felt dizzy with nerves.

"I'll tell you what's wrong when you tell me why you brought me here," Y/N whispered so quietly she almost jumped when Sebastian finally replied back.

He patted the grass next to her, signaling her to sit next to him. He seemed to be preparing himself for something Y/N noticed, as she felt the wetness of the grass seep into her dress. She played with her fingers for a while as she waited for a response. She only looked up when he started to talk, "I just," he hesitated for a moment and turned away with a queasy look on his face, Y/N wondered if he was going to throw up, "I thought it would be a good enough time as ever to confess something to you."

Heat rushed up to Y/N's face, her heartbeat racing as her mind went straight to the one thing she was hoping to hear, "Well, you see, ever since I was little my Mother always adored you and well-"

"Yes?"

"That has nothing to do with it actually. I was just stalling. Umm, Y/N, I was hoping that we could put all of our childhood difficulties behind us and maybe start over. I have talked to your Father some. It may be the reason on why you came here instead of Sweden, but I would like to chort you."

Y/N smiled, her cheeks flushing with pleasure as her eyes strayed to the grass flowing in the wind. It could not have been a more perfect day. "I'd like that."

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Update note: Happy spring break loves! Here's a smut I never finished but I still wanted to post it. I'll be taking break from writing eren. I recently started simping for geto Suguru from jjk so😩

Okay, so this is my first smut. I'm just experimenting and playing around with things. I WOULD LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, but don't bash me bc I'm a little sensitive and then go off 🥲. Song? Um, don't get mad at me but killshot by Magdalena b. slowed n reverb and no guidance remix, slowed n reverb.😕🦴

Pairings: erenxf!reader, smut!

Warnings: fingering, swearing, idk??

"Fuck!"

You tossed your phone onto the nearby bed in the spawn of annoyance, watching the mobile device bounce up a few times, then settling down into the soft comforter. Why were you irritated? It was because he hasn't texted. Eren Yeager haven't texted you back.

Your relationship with eren was a toxic one. You weren't the type to romanticize or fetishize "toxicness" but here you are, putting yourself in one.

Eren was your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend? The both of you used to talk, met at a dumb frat boy party. This should have raised red flags immediately but you guessed the alcohol was to blame for it.

You guys had a small heated makeout session in one of the corners, away from the crowd. Sadly your friend was vomiting all over the place and had to take your leave.

Slowly you started seeing each other on campus and exchanged numbers. He'd always flirt with you, crack small jokes and was a good listener.

Sometimes he made small gestures and teasing comments that made the tension between you two, very heavy.

You started talking to him more than usual. you were sure eren only gave you his number to call you anytime he was in the mood, which happened often. It was obvious he's been with other women before cause, phew, he knew how to put it down.

Despite being fuck buddies, he was always down to chat and talk about things. You adored everything about him. How unkempt his hair was, the way he'll always ask how you were feeling and was willing to help you–his beautiful jade eyes.

Anytime you were upset with him, he always knew how to catch your attention again. From all this, you caught feelings. Real bad. But eren didn't feel the same, well so you thought.

Eren was walking around campus with another girl, arm slung around her shoulder, him whispering sweet nothings in her ears as you watched her face get red and started laughing. He even took you on small dates to restaurants and hanged out at his dorm.

You stood there dumbfounded. He played you. You guys were never a thing, you didn't understand why you thought you'll be different, he's a fuck boy after all.

He hit you up later that night, wanting to have a sesh in his car. Your emotions were spilled all over the place. you messaged him back questioning about the girl he was with. You sounded so desperate and you hated it.

From the way you were texting he knew you've caught feelings and automatically cut you off.

You were shocked, you hoped for him to just clear things up and tell you those overly used line: "she doesn't mean anything". You know, what most guys tell their girlfriends after being caught cheating.

But that was 4 months ago. He recently got in touch with you two week ago. How dare he just try to slide back into your life as if nothing happened? you were beyond pissed but you still messaged him back anyways. What the fuck? You're just going to get hurt all over again. You guys were chatting for a good week and decided to meet at his dorm.

"Hey y/n, long time no see, huh." He said

you clicked your tongue. "So you just ghost girls out of nowhere and hit them back up whenever you feel like it?" you were absolutely irritated, you wanted to punch his stupid face.

Eren rolled his eyes and let out a tiresome sigh. "It's whatever, get over it. I messaged you back, correct? You should be happy."

He was high. You could already tell by the way he smelled and the reason why he texted you out of the blue.

"Fuck you, Eren." You stormed out of there with your blood rushing. You were so angry but wanted to cry so much. "Whatever"? Was he serious?

You immediately called an uber and went home.

You rented out an apartment with one of your friends from high school. They were out most of the time so you never really saw them.

Automatically, eren was blowing up your phone with text messages. You didn't answer them, and kept him on delivered.

Which didn't last long because early on, on Tuesday, you messaged him back.

He was obviously upset you left him up and dry for a week but got over it.

Now, you're here. Waiting for his reply once again, your last text message was three days ago. It was currently Saturday night, 6:48 pm.

He hasn't responded since Wednesday. Was he going to ghost you again? Maybe he found another girl to mess with? bzzt bzzt You instantly whipped your head back, and stared at your phone's now lightened screen. You had a notification,

From eren.

Unlocking your phone, you checked what he sent.

"Can you come over?"

"pls?"

You read, then reread, then read again. He wanted you to come over? he's doing it again. He's fucking doing it again. He responds three nights later, what the fuck.

You didn't respond at first. Just staring at the open conversations.

You guessed eren saw that you read his text and three dots appeared on the lower left, he was typing.

"y/n, I know I fucked up but please can you respond at least?"

Your thumbs swiped against the keyboard.

"say what? what do I owe you a response for?" You sat down on your bed as the blue bubble sent.

"my phone got messed up, I dropped in it in the rain on my way back from practice. It cracked really bad"

You studied the screen not knowing what to say. You couldn't tell if he was lying or if it was true. But it did rain on Tuesday, so his story wasn't completely untruthful.

"I'll be over in 10"

That's it, you gave in to him. You're just setting yourself up again for another heartbreak.

You decided to prepare yourself. This was going to be a long night

—

You had your jacket on as you stepped out the door. It was still winter, luckily the piled up snow died down.

You quickly jogged to your uber and entered inside. the driver took off shortly after you came in.

The drive was pretty short, he was only ten minutes away. you wished it was longer, so you could lecture yourself for the decision you made.

You hoped out the car and went inside the boys dormitory. His dorm was on the left wing, so you proceed towards that direction.

Eren shared a dorm with Armin, you hoped he was there just in case a heated argument happened because you had a feelings one would come.

Arriving at the hall where all the rooms were at, you walked down the hall checking the numbers, so you'll know which one was his.

You despise that you remembered it as you stood in front of his door.

You pulled out your phone to shoot him a quick "here" to notify your arrival.

Not too long after, a tall brunette opened the door, he immediately grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside.

The room was dim and dark, other than the dark purple LD lights.

You felt your back make contact with the door behind you, he snaked his free hand around your waist. He pressed his lips against yours, you could feel his impatience as he tilted his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away ever so slight and licked the bottom of your lip asking for entrance, so intoxicated by his lust you simply obeyed and parted your mouth slightly. His warm tongue slipping in exploring every inch of your mouth.

You ran your other hand over his black t-shirt trailing up to his neck soon afterwards interlocking your fingers in his brown locks. Although the kiss felt rushed it still made you melt, and gave a small throb down in your area. You slightly tugged on his hair earning you a groan into the heated kiss.

The butterfly’s in your stomach were going on a rampage and your heart was beating out of your chest. He slightly pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths together.

"...eren," you moaned slightly.

He was looking down at you, you were so stunning beneath him—face already flustered from one kiss. he wanted to here his name once more.

traveling down to your neck, he started showering it with wet kisses, and continued traveling down. He reached your collarbone and gave it a small bite, as the skin turned red, your grip in hair grew tighter. You were a mess, already ready feeling slick in between your legs as you rubbed them together, desperate for any sort of friction.

eren slid his hand upwards from your waist to your shirt, his soft hands grazed your bare skin—rubbing slowly, sending shivers down your spine.

you released another breathy moan as he continued at your neck. Hearing you moan was a blessing to him, he couldn't stop thinking about you ever since your last encounter.

He wanted to defile you, run his hands all over your body, touching placing only he knew he had access to—having your fingers intertwined in his long locks as he heard dumb founded mewls, begging him to stop teasing and give you what you wanted.

He pulled himself away from your neck, leaving you stunned at his sudden stop.

" why'd you st-" you were cut off by the jerk at your arm once again. He was taking you to his room as you trailed behind him, not saying a word.

Reaching his room, he pulled you inside, his lips crashed against yours once more, he kicked the door with his foot and closed it, locking the knob.

Your mind was fuzzy, you felt so heated and felt your pussy clench against nothing. You wanted him so bad, his impatience was rubbing off of you. But you couldn't bring yourself to tear away from his mouth, his lips felt so soft against your own. It made you feel wanted by him again, as if he never ghosted you and needed you this whole time.

Your back touched the soft mattress of his bed as he climbed on top of you, you were going haywire. you gave in to him with no obligation whatsoever and was dominanted in response. you can't say you didn't expect this from the moment he decided to text you.

His hands slithered up your shirt, pushing it up, grabing a hold of your breast through the bra. you smiled at his eagerness to touch you, how long has he been like this? using your elbows to support you, you raised your upper back from the bed as his other hand came around and unhooked your bra.

The butterflies in your stomach wouldn't stop, the warmth from his body felt attonishing against your own. sloppy kisses smothered across your lips, each break releasing a moan from one another, hearing throughout the room.

You laid back down as his hand large hands began fondling with your breast, your nipples were already hard from all the foreplay.

Eren hips started to grind against your pelvis,

"Fuck..." he moaned out, his face was already red, blushing like a dumb teenage virgin.

You break the kiss and sat up to remove your shirt, eren gave you space to do so–moving back a little. You tossed it on the floor, on the otherside of the bed, along with your bra, which was sitting next to you since eren took it off. You knocked you shoes off as well.

You immediately leaned towards eren wrapping your arms around his neck, lips already on his own, making him fall towards your direction—giving you a chance to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back made contact with the mattress once again and you moved your hips, grinding your heated core against his crotch.

"Dammit y/n...fuck, I can't stand this...when you do this to me."

Eren followed the same action as you. Releasing small moans and you both continued to dry hump one another.

You tugged at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn't like it when you were the only bare and he knew this, a small chuckled erupted from his throat as he got on his knees–hands grasping the hem of the shirt, tugging it over his head.

You laid there in awe, he still kept his shape after all these months. You guessed those practices were really paying off. Your hand trailed up his torso, feeling his sculpture chest beneath your palm. His skin was so soft, you drifted your hand back down, passing over his abs.

"You like what you see?" he said smirking down at you.

"Shut up." you spat out.

Eren moved back down to your chest and took a hold of your breast, bringing his mouth to your nipple–while his other hand supported his weight. He gave it a long lick eyes flickering up at you, checking your reaction. His mouth was warm, his heavy breath touching your skin while he decided to play with your nipple.

You released small grunts as his red tongue swirled around your perked bud, closing his mouth then releasing it—leaving kisses and bite marks all around your breast. You were prepared for all the purplish marks you'll in the morning, you prayed you had your ointment at home.

Using his other hand, he slid his hand down your stomach, earning another moan from you. His touch felt so ethereal, this was what your body was craving for all these months.

His hand slid past your joggings, making contact with your cotton underwear. He dipped his fingers between your lips, gathering the slick that was leaking from your heat. His fingers brushed against your clit, as you moaned his name,

"eren—hnng, stop teasing—"

His only response was a smirk as he released his lips from your nipple with a wet pop sound.

"look how wet you are for me, hm? what happened to that attitude that you're so keen of?" his index finger continued to rub against your entrance, your clit getting some friction in the process. His middle finger plunge into your hole, sliding is easily from the lubrication of your wetness as he began pumping his finger in a steady motion, each stroke going deeper and deeper, stretching you out.

"nnghh—fuck eren..." your voice pitched at a higher tone for a moment.

you haven't felt like this is a while, his long digit fitted perfectly into your hole.

"hm? look how tight you pussy has gotten without me, can't wait to feel you around me."

Eren pulled his finger out, using his index to spread open your lips, then gathered some more slick as both fingers went inside.

He was prepping you up for his length, since you haven't had sex in a while. His fingers started to scissor you, both spreading out in your core—stretching you out even more.

Your hand immediately went for his hair and tugged at it with a grunt, eren moaned at your aggressiveness with his brunette locks.

"s-stop...mfhh." another soft mewl escaped your lips.

Eren pulled out his fingers and rested them in your panties.

"Stop?" He knew what you meant, he always does. his eyebrow turned to an arch, waiting an answer.

"m'didn't mean for you...to," you couldn't form a sentence, your mind was so hazy from the heated atmosphere between you two. you wanted his touch again, you hated the feeling of you clenching around nothing.

eren gave your chest a few pecks, then one at your neck close to your jaw.

"use your words, y/n." man, he was enjoying this too well. He missed this part of you so bad, having you a complete mess under his touch.

"I want you inside of me." The last word was spoken in a lower tone, you were embarrassed. Never knew you'll hear those words come from your mouth again.

"Good girl." He bought his fingers up to his mouth as he sucked on them, swirlying his pink tongue around his digits while directly making eye contact with you. Releasing them with another wet pop, he start to work on his joggers.

Moving off of you, he swing his legs to the edge of bed, pullng down his gray sweats as it hits the floor–slides it across the floor. He did the same with his boxers.

You did the same, taking off your bottoms along with your damp panties, placing it over with your other clothing.

erens cock slapped against his abdominal, precum already dripping from the slit of head.

He gave himself a few strokes, groaning loudly as he shifted back to your direction. Settling between your legs, he uses his hand to trace his pink tip between your folds, slipping between your lips constantly—gathering lubrication.

"m'mfgh...stop teasing eren," your chest was heavy with anticipation, you wanted him inside you so bad. His free rest on your bended knee, his fingers drawing circles.

"shhh, y/n—I know." He coos.

Finally, he dipped his cock into your seeping hole as your velvety walls draw him in–not giving him a chance to adjust from tight you were. You both moan in unison, feeling contentment, getting what you guys wanted you at last.

" hnng, you're so tight...shit," erens eye closed shut while he pushed the rest of his length inside you. Even after stretching you out with his fingers, you were still tight and eren enjoyed every second of it.

Once he was in all the way, his cock was a snug fit—he waited for you to adjust so he could move.

Your chest now heaving up and down, you give a little nod—signaling it was okay to move. Drawing his hips back, he slid out of your core completely and immediately thrusted forward entering back to your wet core.

Eren began thrusting into you at a steady pace as his both of his hands grabbed your legs, resting them behind your knee.

You knew it'll be a long night.

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update note: HAHAHA IM BACK GUYS MORE FANFICS. I'm finally on spring break 😭

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 6 』

· Sept. 30th → We Don’t Need Things Like Memories ·

Characters: female!reader, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Testurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru

Prompts: B. beginnings and endings

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, some serious angst, beginnings and endings, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: I thought I'd just go ahead and rip my own heart out by writing these headcanons about what some of the Haikyuu boys are like when the relationship starts out (beginnings) and what they're like when you break up (endings). I mean, why not? Fluff, angst, emotional pain and suffering? I may as well 🙃

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts are SFW, but I write NSFW stuff on my blog too *wiggles eyebrows* Feel free to take a look! Thanks for reading 🙏 Please enjoy ♡

Haikyuu × reader / beginnings and endings

☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Beginnings

You probably confess to him first

He's a bit dense when it comes to picking up on the signs. He tends to get his hopes up and then brush it off as friendliness

'She just likes you as a friend, Daichi. Stop reading into it' *entire theatre of people smack their foreheads in unison*

He's dumbfounded for a second or two, processing what you just told him

Then he asks you out. No hesitation, no shyness, no awkwardness. Just pure, confident Daichi

He's literally living on cloud nine for the next few weeks because, holy shit, he's dating you

Has the biggest smile on his face whenever you're out together

And he's very protective, but not in an overbearing way

Sometimes, he places his hand on your thigh while he's driving and slowly strokes this thumb over the soft skin

And he gets all adorably bashful when he has to keep introducing you to people as his girlfriend!!

There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for you, and that's coming from a cop

Endings

When you tell him you want to break up, he hears it over and over in his head like a broken record

He keeps asking himself how this happened, and he wants to beg you to change your mind

But he respects your decision. He won't keep an immature grudge or start yelling. He just regrets

With a small, fake smile, he says he's actually been thinking the same recently

l i a r

All because he doesn't want you to feel bad or awkward about leaving him behind

Daichi's civil when you come to collect your things from his place, and when he sees you out with some other guy, even though his heart is literally cracking inside his chest

He blames himself, of course. He should have done more to keep you. He should have made more time for you. He should have stayed as loving and attentive as he was at the beginning

But he got comfortable. Complacent. And he started taking you for granted

Oh, the stinging irony of hindsight

☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Beginnings

He approached you at a café with a bashful smile and a hesitant hand behind his head, and asked you for your number

A few weeks of texting, sexting, and casual encounters later, you went official

He couldn't be a better boyfriend. He's always so kind, and attentive, and loving, and cute

He covers the bed in rose petals on special occasions like an absolute sweetheart

He loves buying couple's items: shirts, bracelets, mugs, necklaces – you name it. He's old-school cringy like that

He showers you with kisses, praises the hell out of you, and can't stop asking how he got so damn lucky to be with you

He gives the softest hugs, the most sensual kisses

When he snaps a new photo of you, he sets it to his lockscreen so he can stare at you even when you're not there

He innocently kisses your nose in public, only to grab a handful of your ass for a second or two, below the level of everyone's eyes

You always loved it when he did that

Endings

There's a pit in his stomach when the words pass your lips, and a voice in the back of his head telling him 'Oh. Right. Of course. You knew this would happen. You were never really good enough for her, anyway'

He has to fight back the tears because he refuses to cry in front of you

It's a painful, stinging acceptance that laces his mind and tongue. It never really would have worked. Would it?

When you leave, Suga attempts to go about his regualr routine. To be fine

But his hand is shaking uncontrollably and he drops the mug in his hand, and watches as it smashes into pieces on the kitchen floor

You bought him that mug. And that, of all things, is the one to break him

The tears come over him in weak, silent sobs as he doubles-over the sink, his throat too constricted to allow any sound to escape

He cries so hard that he throws up in the sink

The weeks pass, melt away into months, and he's doing better. Doing well

Until he comes across an old shirt you left behind and never came back for, and the memories all come flooding back

That night, he cries himself hoarse, until he can't feel his face

No matter how hard he tries, he can't forget you. Your nails are dug into him even now, holding him down in his misery

☆ Kuroo Testurou ☆

Beginnings

He asked you out with some cheesy pickup line, something that made you groan and grin at the same time

He couldn't believe his luck when it worked

He tries to take things slowly, be reasonable. But all that caves in when you melt him with that smile of yours

You quickly become the centre of his world

He sends you flowers and chocolates to your work, just so you know he's thinking about you

He'll kiss your hands when you're cuddling together on the sofa, like an old married couple

He constantly texts you to make sure you're okay, sometimes sexting you to demonstrate just how much he's thinking about you

He takes his time and explains things about science that you don't get, just so you don't feel left out

When a guy's been looking at you too much, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for a messy kiss, his hands working their way down to your ass

For your sixth month anniversary, he surprises you with a cockapoo to raise together, and suggests the name Furby, for some reason it sticks

He somehow always makes time to walk through the park and look at the cherry blossoms with you, even though he's really busy

He dances with you down the vegetable aisle at the grocery store just because, and couldn't care less about the people watching

He's constantly trying to make you laugh with the dorkiest things, because he thinks that's when you're at your prettiest

He would do anything to keep seeing that smile every day

Endings

You tell him he's moving too fast

He's in denial. He tells you he understands, but he doesn't

You leave the dog with him. And he knows it's unfair, but Furby reminds him of you

But he's lucky he still has the dog, because it's the only thing that keeps him going normally

As the weeks pass, he tries to leave you be and give you your space like he promised, but he just can't. His heart won't let him

It's 11:00 pm and he's knocking on your door, begging for you to open up and talk to him. To give him a another chance. To reconsider

He can hear you quietly sobbing on the other side of the door, and he knows you're second-guessing your decision, maybe even regretting it

It gives him hope that, if he doesn't give up, you'll come back to him, because it hasn't been the same without you

He hears your favourite song on the radio and has to sit down on the floor of the vegetable aisle at the supermarket before his legs give out

He sees your favourite restaurant and he can't pass without ordering a meal and crying into his food

He goes looking for fights with assholes at the gas station so he can let off some steam, and doesn't care if he spends the night in a cell with a black eye and bleeding knuckles

He hasn't been thinking straight, he doesn't care what happens to him anymore

And the crazy thing is, he'd still do anything for you, because you're the first real love of his life, and he can't forget you

He won't give up on you. It isn't in his blood

☆ Ushijima Wakatoshi ☆

Beginnings

Ushijima never really knew what to do when you expressed an interest in him

You only started going out because Tendou read between the lines and made things happen

So now that you're finally together, he never really does anything that differently

It's just business as usual...plus you

If you want something from him, you have to ask specifically, or he won't pick up on it, so you have to be proactive in the Netflix and chill department

He actually thinks you just want to watch TV and relax

He's painfully blunt, but without any hidden agenda or meanness about him

And he cannot deny the small, warm glow he feels when you're there for him at his games

But he does try to make you happy

He shares his food whenever you ask, he lets you wear his clothes and thinks it's adorable how they dwarf you, he pats your head when you've done well, and holds you when you're feeling sad

And slowly but surely, he gets accustomed to you being there for him at every turn

And you're happy together, as honest best friends and close lovers

Endings

At first, he doesn't feel anything. It's what you want, so it's fine, right?

He got on just fine before you came along, and he'll do just fine with you gone. And it isn't spiteful, he genuinely believes it

He goes about his regular business, and everything's okay, just the same as it was before you

But as the days pass, it creeps up on him. He doesn't even know what it is as first, this dull, painful ache settling in the middle of his chest

He even Googles the symptoms when the pain gets too strong

It takes seeing you laughing in the arms of another man for him to realise that it's heartache

Crippling, agonising heartache, because he misses you

For the first time in his life, his legs go so weak underneath him that he can barely stand. He has to leave. He can't watch any more

He sits alone in his room, staring at the wall opposite, trying to get his head around it. To try and understand

Because he doesn't. He was fine before you came along. So why now? What had changed?

Ushijima comes to the conclusion that he's changed. And that you changed him

You showed him something he never thought he'd understand, reconstructed the fibres of his nature, made it so he couldn't live without you

And now you're gone

☆ Oikawa Tooru ☆

Beginnings

He was hesitant. He doesn't just let people in. But he can trust you, that's what he keeps telling himself

He hopes it doesn't feel condescending that he chose you over every other girl, and tries desperately to make it apparent just how much he loves you

He makes an effort to show that he cares. He prioritises you, over everyone and everything

Your wish is his command. He wants to be that Prince Charming. That knight in shining armour

He's softer, more fragile, on the inside than you thought he'd be

He needs a lot of reassurance, and loves it when you gently stroke his hair

You share your deepest, darkest secrets, and you realise what a broken, vulnerable boy is in front of you, offering you his heart

But he sure knows how to laugh. His dates are the best. He always knows just where to take you

Those nights when you end up tangled together on the sofa, just listening to each other's heartbeats, are like Elysium to you

Endings

He can't believe what he's hearing. You promised you'd never hurt him

Disbelief, doubt, realisation, confusion anger, sadness – he gets mental whiplash as it all washes over him in a matter of seconds

Tooru punches the wall, leaving a crumbling hole the shape of his fist in the drywall

"YOU PROMISED," he shouts, red hot tears threatening to spilling over his eyes and down his cheeks. "You...promised..." he repeats weakly, sinking to the floor

You go to touch his shoulder, but he shakes you off and tells you to get out

Once you're gone, he breaks down in a sobbing heap on the floor, angry at himself, angry at you, angry at world for making him think he actually had a chance at happiness

He burns whatever you left at his place. He can't stand the sight of it

He tries to get over you by going to party after party, downing bottle after bottle, hooking up with girl after girl – but it's hollow. Empty. Meaningless. Because none of them are you

He convinces himself that that's a good thing, as he stares at the hole in the wall that he refuses to fix

Because if they're not you, they can't hurt him

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 3 years

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Chapter Eight: Here's To Hoping

(Image not mine)

Rated: PG

~You see I had this crazy dream last night, this man he talked to me He told me everything that's good and bad about my history

He told me that you are, you are the future

And the future looks good The future looks good to me~

"Jack," Sam sighed, checking his watch, "You gotta face the possibility that Marty may not be coming."

Jack was pacing back and forth across the motel's parking lot, trying his best not to slip on the crystallized asphalt. Dean had called the frozen tarmac 'Black Ice' and Jack felt that the term was quite accurate, it did feel like he was trying to walk on ice. But Jack just couldn't stand still. It was seven thirty-five A.M. and Marty still had not showed.

"No, she's coming. I'm sure of it!" Jack said with conviction, wringing his hands before shoving them into the pockets of his jacket. The small amount of force he applied was enough to throw him off balance. Jack's feet slipped out from beneath him and his head smacked against the frozen tarmac.

Sam flinched in sympathy but didn't move from the spot where he leaned against the Impala. He made no move to help Jack up as this was the sixth time he had bashed his head on the black ice in the last fifteen minutes. That fall and the five others before it would have been enough to kill or at least critically injure your typical human being.

So naturally, or rather unnaturally, Jack sat up and rubbed the back of his head. The blood soaked his hand as the wound quickly mended itself. Soon all that was left of the injury was a puddle of blood, nearly identical to five others on the ground that quickly began to freeze. Jack scooted on his knees to the edge of the parking lot and used the snow gathered there to wash the crimson substance off his hand. He stood carefully before beginning yet another round of pacing that would most likely end the same way it had the last six times.

Jack wished he could be sitting in the Impala with Dean and Cas but he found that waiting for Marty was more important to him, so he kept pacing. He wouldn't have to wait much longer. Dean had said that they would wait until eight o'clock before going to look for her. That arrangement had taken quite a while to agree upon. When Marty had failed to show up at six o'clock, Jack had immediately feared the worst.

"What if-what if she's hurt, or something? What if she got kidnapped?" He had worried.

"Jack, I'm sure everything is fine. People have different versions of what 'bright and early' means," Dean had reassured him, taking a long sip of coffee. He did not want to be up, but one thousand miles was a long way to go, so it was best they got up early. Besides, the earlier they checked out, the less they would have to pay, the motel charged by the hour and the rates weren't cheap.

"I know, but you saw what happened last night! What if those guys came after her again?" Jack had leaned back against the Impala's seats. The only reason he had gotten into the car in the first place was for the air conditioning. He was deeply worried that Dean might just decide to take off without Marty.

"Jack raises a valid point, Dean. The odds that those men from the bar should come after Martina, are considerable," Cas noted.

"Fine, if the shrimp doesn't show by eight, we go looking for her, and if we can't find her by ten, then I don't care; we're leaving without her," Dean decided. That was when Jack climbed out of the vehicle and began his trek back and forth across the parking lot. Sam had just followed him.

"I dunno, Jack. She seemed sorta skittish, don't ya’ think?" Sam now spoke.

"What are you saying?" Jack asked, turning to Sam.

"I'm saying that maybe you freaked her out. Maybe she got scared and ran off. Maybe- I don't know- maybe she's hiding, or something." Jack's eyes narrowed.

"You think she's scared of me?" He asked, though it sounded like more of a statement than a question. "What did I do wrong?"

"No, no. Jack, you didn't do anything wrong. I think, maybe she's just scared of coming with us- of what that might mean for her. I don't think she's scared of you, Jack. Marty doesn't seem like the sort of person that scares easy," Sam reassured. A smile tugged at the corner of Jack's mouth.

"You're right. She doesn't."

"If she doesn't show, we'll go looking, but you have to be ready in case she's changed her mind."

"She-she wouldn't do that, she promised!" Jack insisted.

"Sometimes people break their promises," Sam warned.

"She's coming. I know she is."

"Okay, Jack." Sam ducked back into the car, leaving the young Nephilim to wait in the cold. Jack turned on his heel to resume pacing.

He forgot he was standing on the ice.

Down Jack went. Yet again. Bashing his head on the asphalt. Yet again.

This time, Jack decided to just stay down for a bit and closed his eyes. He could hear Dean's obnoxious laughter echoing from inside the Impala. Jack came to the conclusion that black ice, and ice in general, was hard, impossible to walk on, and absolutely unforgiving when you slammed your head against it. Jack decided that he didn't like the black ice, he decided that he didn't like ice at all. This was fortunate as seemed as though the feeling was mutual.

There was a skidding noise somewhere off to his left and Jack opened his eyes. He turned his head towards the sound and directly beside him was Marty's amused looking face, only eight inches from his own.

"That was the most graceful thing I think I've ever seen in my life. You should consider ballet, Jack," She said.

Marty lay on the ice next to Jack with her head propped up on her elbow. Her mouth was twisted in a smirk and she held an eyebrow in a raised position. The expression appeared condescending, but Jack could see the sparks of affectionate mirth gleaming in her eyes.

Now, the reason why Marty was laying on the ground was a mystery to Jack. He was also baffled as to how she had managed to sneak up on him the way she had. If she had been walking down the street, he would have seen her coming, but he hadn’t, and it wasn't as though he had been laying on the ground for very long. If she had been close enough to see him fall, then how had he not seen her? Jack sat up and his brows pulled together in slight confusion.

"Where did you come from?" He asked. Marty followed his lead and sat up with a shrug. A large, overstuffed backpack was slung over her shoulders, yet she carried it with ease.

"From over there," She said, causally gesturing to the thicket of trees just behind the Motel as if it was a normal thing for people to go bushwhacking to their destination instead of simply taking the road.

"Why?" Jack wondered. Marty shrugged again.

"Cause' it's faster and way funner than using the road," She answered. Then she blinked and her face sort of scrunched up and she shook her head, laughing to herself. "Funner? Funner? That's not even a word! I think I need to use the sleep." Jack laughed with her for a moment before glancing to his feet and frowning. "What's wrong Jack-Jack?" The line between Jack's brows deepened and he looked to Marty.

"Why do you call me that?" He asked, temporarily distracted from his cold, slippery problem. Marty's mouth twitched with a tiny laugh.

"Jack-Jack is a character in a movie about superheroes. Have you ever seen The Incredibles?"

"No, I haven't."

"Oof, buddy! I'll have to show it to you one of these days, just remind me. Anyway, Jack-Jack is a baby with, like 50 different powers that he just uses willie-nillie and, yeah; it's a pretty funny movie and when you said you had powers and that you're, like two, that's just what I thought of," She explained. "And I'm rambling again, sorry!"

"I don't mind. I like knowing what you're thinking about," Said Jack. Marty ducked her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a shy sort of way.

"Nah, you'll get tired of it eventually." Marty tapped her forehead. "Up here is nothin' but a random mix of movie quotes, song lyrics, and paradoxical questions."

"I don't think so," Jack said, shaking his head. Marty made a face.

"Well I do! I live up there, dude! Anyway, what was the long face for?" Her change of subject brought Jack to his problem.

"I don't like ice," He said, as if that explained everything. Marty raised an eyebrow in question, "It's impossible to walk on!" Jack exclaimed.

"Ah, I see. I guess that explains why you look like a homicide victim." Marty gestured to the frozen pools of Jack's blood on the tarmac and the blood coating the back of his head. "Want some help getting up?" Jack nodded.

Planting her feet on the icy surface, Marty stood and extended her hand for Jack to take. He used her arm to pull himself up, doing his best to replicate what Marty had done to stand. He wobbled a bit and almost fell back down, but Marty caught and steadied him before that happened. When he was vertical again, Jack glanced toward the Impala and realized that now he had to get over to it without falling. Marty was quick to notice his worry.

"Come on, Jack. It's really not that hard, look!" Letting go of his hand and sliding out onto the ice, she twirled once, jumped into the air and then twirled again, lifting her foot to her knee. Her foot touched back down and dragged her to a stop, facing Jack who looked like he'd seen a miracle. "See?" Marty did jazz-hands.

"I don't think I can do that," Jack said, sounding a little intimidated.

"Oh, no way. That took me years, I was just showing off!" She explained with a wave of her hand. Moving back to him, she reached down to pick up an instrument case and wrap a gray plastic grocery bag around her hand.

"You should teach me!"

Marty chuckled and pulled some of her hair away from her face. Her black-to-grey-to-white hair was down again today, descending all the way to her knees. Jack had never met anyone with hair that long, but he thought it was amazing.

"Alright, just remind me take you ice-skating and movie bingeing, kiddo."

"I don't think you can call me 'kiddo'," Jack said with a frown.

"Why not? If you don't like it, I'll stop saying it."

"Well, I am biologically older than you, right?" Jack pointed out. Marty chuckled.

"Where does a two-year-old hear a word like 'biologically'?"

"I heard Sam use it."

"Makes sense." Marty shrugged. "Anyway, you're right, but I call everyone 'kiddo' age doesn't really matter. I call people all sorts of things."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out, honey-bunches-of-oats."

"Is that one of them?"

"Yup!" Marty snatched Jack's hand and helped him over to the car where she knocked on the driver's side window. Dean rolled it down and she glanced at the men inside. "Hey guys!"

***

"H-hey, Marty! You-you came!" Sam greeted me, he sounded surprised.

"I promised I would!" I said, I didn't miss the 'I-told-you-so' look Jack shot at Sam, "Dean, could you pop the trunk? I've got precious cargo." I raised the instrument case with my violin up into view.

"Yeah, sure." Dean climbed out of the car and skidded a little getting to the back where he opened the trunk.

I swallowed deeply. There were a LOT of weapons in there. Dean pulled on a tab and a panel came down, covering the arsenal in the truck's false bottom. I placed my case in carefully and slid it all the way to the back. Taking off my backpack, I positioned it between the case and the truck's door so my instrument wouldn't slide around. It was the most valuable thing I owned; I couldn't have it getting damaged. I then nodded to Dean and he closed the trunk. I was really doing this.

Jack opened the Impala's door for me and clung to it like a lifeline as I gathered my hair and slid into the backseat next to Cas. The boy followed after me and pulled the door shut.

"Here we go." Dean put the car into gear and rolled it out onto the road.

"So, where are you guy's taking me?" I asked, shifting to get comfortable in my seat.

"Lebanon, Kansas," Dean answered.

"Ooh, that's a long way away. I'm sorry I was so late. Did I make you very late?" Dean shrugged.

"Doesn't really matter, but yeah."

"I'm really sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye to somebody," I apologized, "But I brought chocolate! Will that atone for my sins?" I raised the bag of goodies Dan had given me.

"Hell yeah!" Dean reached back and opened his hand for the brown gold. I dropped a truffle into his palm, tossing one into Sam's lap and handing another to Jack. I held one out to Cas but he turned me down.

"No thank you, Martina," The angel said, gently.

"It's Marty, remember?" I corrected him and shrugged, unwrapping the candy. "Well, more for me, I guess." Dean reached his hand back again, asking for seconds. "Dude, this is gonna be a long ride, we gotta save our provisions." I declared, dramatically slapping his hand away.

"Aw, man!"

"Suck it up, butter-cup." I was about to pop the candy into my mouth when I noticed something on the wrapper. "Does anybody here like nougat?" I asked. Jack's head snapped up, his eyes begged for the truffle in my hand.

"I do."

"Oh good! I can't stand the stuff!" I passed him the chocolate. Jack looked at me like I was insane.

"Oh no, Jack. She doesn't like nougat, are you sure you guys can be friends?" Sam joked. At least I was pretty sure he was joking.

"You say that like I committed high treason!" I chimed.

"I dunno, I do feel betrayed," Jack said with his mouth full. I faked a gasp.

"I don't believe this! Jack, are you breaking up with me?" Dean burst out laughing, Sam snorted, and Jack just gave me his lopsided grin. My comment even won a quiet chuckle from Cas. I took that as a good sign.

"Yeah, I think so." Jack chuckled.

"Can we still be friends?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my every word. Jack pretended to think about that.

"Only if you teach me to ice-skate," He mock-decided.

"It's a date! Wait, no its not, you broke up with me." I reached out and shook Jack's hand, sealing our satirical deal. The car shook with laughter and I gave myself a mental tally mark as I tied up my treat bag, placing it at my feet. When the laughter died down, Castiel was the first to speak up.

"Was that an instrument case you brought with you?" He asked.

"Yeah it is. Why?"

"I'd just like to get to know you," He answered simply.

"We all do. So, what instrument do you play, Marty?" Sam turned in his seat to look at me.

"Uh, I play the violin," I answered timidly.

"Are you very good?" Sam wondered.

"Um, well, I don't know. I'm sorta out of practice, but I started playing when I was eight," I replied. Sam chuckled.

"I'll take that as a yes." His tone was warm, despite his previous distrust. It made me smile, maybe I was winning him over.

"Okay, my turn," Dean spoke up.

"Yeah?"

"What's with the hair? I mean, that's a lot of hair. Why don't you cut it?" He asked. I bit my lip and nodded, trying to think of an acceptable answer.

"Well, my mom loved to braid hair, and my sisters, Bree and Jackie, hated having long hair so they cut theirs real short and my mom couldn't do anything with it, but I liked having my hair long. My mom would spend hours working on my hair, that was our time together. See, she always got so sad when I would cut it and now I just-" I stopped and looked at the floor of the Impala. "Now I just can't bring myself to cut it. Not without her. I don't want to make her sad. It's all I've got left of her." With a start, I realized I was crying and quickly wiped my tears away with my sleeve.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I cut Dean off.

"It's okay." It had to be.

"Well, what about the color, what's that about? Or does this have a tragic story behind it too?" Dean asked, trying to make a joke. I cracked a smile.

"Oh, I've always wanted to have it like this. I love the fading colors, so hiding from a blood thirty vampire just gave me the motivation to actually go through with it," I shrugged.

"So, what's your real hair color?" Dean pressed.

"Black."

"Wait, that's natural?" He sounded stunned.

"Yeah!" I giggled a little. "The black is real, only the grey and white parts are dyed."

"You're lucky, black hair is cool. Looks good on you too."

"Thanks’ Dean."

That was when we passed the small, wooden sign on the side of the road. The paint was old, faded by the sun, and chipping away but I knew what the words said.

Now leaving Copper Harbor We'll get you back soon enough!

As I watched the town I'd called home for so many years fade from my view, I found myself hoping that I'd never return. I looked forward at the road ahead of me and the hunters beside me.

I looked to the future.

The future was looking pretty good.

~See, I had this crazy dream last night, this man he talked to me He told me everything that's good and bad about my history

He told me you are, you are the future

And the future looks good The future looks good to me~

Lyrics from: The Future Looks Good by One Republic

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Eight is here...

Chapter Nine: A New Beginning

Chapter Ten Coming Soon...

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: angst, mentions of intents to cause harm, fluff at the end

When Ivar came into your chambers, he found you distraught and crying. He walked to you as fast as he could without falling.

Ivar "Oh princess, what is it?!"

You were practically hyperventilating, "My dragon's-"

Ivar "What about them? Ryuu is fine, sweetheart."

"No, Neith and Eldr! They are still home with my father! He will change them to be dangerous creatures."

Ivar "Are you certain?"

"Yes. My father's dragon's were very different! He used them to kill and destroy kingdoms, I don't want mine to be the same."

Ivar "What do I need to do?"

"I...I just need my dragon's, Ivar."

Ivar "So I will prepare for our travel's to Wessex. You will get your dragon's, Y/n. I will make absolutely certain of it."

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A day goes by before you make it back to Wessex. As soon as you see your kingdom, your heart starts to pound in your chest. You never wanted to come back but you have to get your babies back. All of the flashbacks came back into your memory, they are so vivid that it feels like they happened yesterday. Your hands clench into a fist and Ivar notices your instant panic, and grabs your hand.

Ivar "Everything will be fine, my sweet. Nothing will happen to you or your dragon's."

"I know, it is just hard to be back here is all. I just want to get them and go back to Kattegat."

Ivar "You will soon, I promise. When we get back, your life will be much different okay?"

"I just need you and my dragon's...then I'll be happy."

Ivar "Well aren't I a lucky man?!"

You chuckle and lean into his side. Hvitserk is riding horseback right behind yours and Ivar's carriage. In front and on the side are warriors and shield maiden's. Having the support gave you some sort of ease but you are still absolutely petrified that something will happen today. You just have to put your trust in the gods that everything will go smoothly.

…

Once you reach the gates, your people notice that it is you and open them willingly.

"Welcome home, princess." A man said.

"Thank you." You were thinking about saying that it was good to be bad but that is far from the truth. So you simply thanked him and looked ahead of you. Ivar never let go of your hand the whole way towards the castle. You searched endlessly for any sight of your precious dragon's but no sign of them, worrying you insanely. Hvitserk stops his horse by your carriage and dismounts.

Hvitserk "Do you see them?"

"No..or him."

Ivar "Isn't he the king? Why isn't he out here by now?"

"That is what I am wondering. I don't like this."

Hvitserk "Hey, you're fine and so are we okay? We will find your dragon's and go home."

Ivar "Come on, let's go find them." You both get out of the carriage and your people stare at you and Ivar.

"Princess, who is this man?" A friend of yours asked.

"My soon to be husband. Now...where are they?"

"They?"

"Neith and Eldr, where are they?!"

"I haven't seen them since you left earlier this week, Y/n. I thought you took them with you." Your heart sank. Where is your dragon's?

"Oh my gods…" You run into the castle, leaving behind your safety: Ivar and his guard's.

The first sight you see is none other than your father himself. You stop in your tracks and your knees get weak.

Father "Well well well! If it isn't my lovely daughter. I thought you weren't ever coming back. This is such a surprise!"

"Where are they, father?"

Father "They? Oh you mean your dragon's."

"Yes, where are they? They are mine-" The doors open and Ivar and his brother come in, along with his many guard's.

Father "Oh..another surprise in my doorway!"

Ivar stops by your side, "Where are her dragon's?"

Father "Now that isn't very polite! I don't even know your name."

Ivar "My name is Ivar. Ivar the Boneless."

Father "Oh...I know you very well-"

Ivar "You know nothing of me. Now I will ask you again, where are her dragon's?"

Father "They are in her chamber's. But I must warn you-"

"What did you do to them?"

Father "They haven't eaten anything in six days, so be careful little one. They might just eat you!" He laughs evily. You felt sick to your stomach and your eyes start to water. You put trust in your father that he would take good care of them while you were away. Note to self, never do that again.

Hvitserk looks at Ivar and he scowls, Ivar returns the same glare. You run off to your chambers and Hvitserk and Ivar are close behind. Once you open your doors, Neith and Eldr are beyond chains up: their feet, their wings and neck are chained to your bed posts. You almost fall to your knees but catch yourself. They recognize you and screech out in joy. You have never heard them shout so loudly.

"Hello, my babies! Oh my gods, you poor babies. Let me find you a key, Hvitserk you look over there, I'll look on this side." He agrees and finds a key in no time at all. When Ivar comes into the room, he is dumbfounded.

Ivar "Princess they are-"

"I know!" They are practically skin and bone. They don't look like yours but they surely are. You just have to feed them instantly.

Ivar "Why would he do this to them?"

"Because they are not his and he knows it very well. He destroys everything that is not his own."

Ivar "What do they eat?"

"They will eat anything at this point: meat, small animals, fruit etc."

Ivar "Go find some, and hurry back." He ordered a few of his men to bring back food for your dragon's. Ryuu is weeping for his brother and sister. As soon as they are unchained, they rush to you. You start to cry at the feeling of how badly they needed you, how badly they missed you. Hvitserk has to look away because he can not stand the sight of you crying. Ever since you came to Kattegat, he has grown a liking to you more than anyone. You mean a great deal to him, as well as Ivar. You hold all three of your dragon's in your arms as they nibble on your clothes, cheeks and shoulder's. The love-bites do not hurt, they are their way of showing love and affection. Ivar sits down beside you on the bed and rubs small circles on the small of your back.

Ivar "They will get fed, princess. And in no time, we will be on our way back home."

"I cannot believe that he did this to them. If I didn't come today, they could've died Ivar."

Ivar "But they didn't, they are safe and sound in your arms. Everything will be okay." You sniff away your tears and wait for his men to come back with food. Neith and Eldr barely chewed, they just swallowed the food whole. You watched and witnessed how deprived your babies were.

"Never again."

Hvitserk "What?"

"Never again will I trust my father."

Hvitserk "To that I must agree with."

"Eat up, then it's time to go to your new home."

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When your dragon's are fed enough to be able to fly, you and Ivar decide that it is time to head home. Once you walk out and into your gallery, your father stops you. He grabs you by your arm so that you cannot walk away from him. Ivar stops as well as Hvitserk.

Ivar "Let her go."

Father "Or what, you will kill me, cripple?"

Ivar "Don't tempt me. You give me every reason to do so, considering everything you have put her through."

Father "You know nothing."

Hvitserk "On the contrary, we know everything. So let her go." He places his hand on top of his sword, ready to kill him if he tries anything.

Father "So tell me, which one are you planning on marrying, little one?"

"That is none of your concern."

Father "Oh it is though. If one of these men is bound to be my son-in-law, I would like to know."

Ivar "I am. So I will tell you again, let go of her arm."

Father "You are marrying this cripple?! Are you serious, Y/n? You are a disgrace to this family and this kingdom."

Ivar "You are one insult away from starting a war."

Father "You don't scare me, Ivar the Boneless."

"You should stop talking, father. You have no idea what he is capable of."

Father "You are right there, Y/n. But I know what I am capable of, and he should not be threatening his king."

Hvitserk "You must have forgotten that Ivar too, is a king."

Father "Ah yes, the king of Scandinavia. How fascinating."

Ivar "You shouldn't be threatening your daughter...you should be ashamed of yourself. Bashing a woman such as herself. Who has done nothing but retrieve her dragon's."

Father "I gifted them to her, so technically they are my dragon's." You turn around and face him yourself.

"You know damn well they are not your dragon's. They are mine and always will be. You do not claim them, I do. Do you understand me?"

Father "Watch your tone-"

"No I will not! You have no right to tell me that they are yours. Who feeds them, who trained them, who cares for them? Me! You let them starve for six days! Six! How dare you?!"

Father "If you don't get out of my face, I will have you hung for blasphemy against the king."

Ivar "That is not going to happen." He takes out his dagger, Hvitserk his sword and his men get ready.

"Do it, I dare you father. See what will happen. I know what will happen."

Father "Oh yeah, and what is that my dear?"

"You'll finally die, and all of my worries will be gone. I will die in the process but at least the good people of Wessex will not have to live another day under your rule. So do it." He lets go of your arm and Ivar immediately grabs you and pulls you into his chest. Hvitserk in turn, grabs your from Ivar and puts you behind him.

Father "Fine, go. But do not expect a home here ever again Y/n. You are no longer welcome here at Wessex. No leave before I change my mind." You leave with your dragon's and your boys and walk out of the castle. When you reach the gates, your friend since childhood stops you.

"What? Where are you going?" She asked.

"Home. You won't see me again."

"Are you being serious?"

"You are more than welcome to come visit me in Kattegat. But yes, I will not be returning."

"...I don't know what to say."

"I love you."

"I-I love you too." After that, you left. Never looking back. Your dragon's are flying free above you and you have Ivar by your side. You look up and moan in relief.

Ivar "Look ahead of you, my love."

"Why?"

Ivar "Because ahead of you is your new life."

@hvitserkmarcosource @a-mess-of-fandoms @ivarsgoddess @youbloodymadgenius @ivarzeitgeist @heavenly1927 @kaitieskidmore1 @fadedprincess @herestherealproblem @saldelys @jzr201

#the battle between love and fire #ivar the god #ivar the boneless #alex hogh andersen #hvitserk #hvitserk lothbrok #marco ilsoe #marco ilsø #vikings

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lucy-in-the-house · 5 years

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☆~Oc info sheet~☆

So I decided to get off my lazy @ss and post this :b

^^^sketch of my oc(tails and ears not included)doing one of her favorite passtimes, free-run parkour in search of a wall to graffiti^^^

☆*Full name*☆

Lucy Jeanette Eileen Giroud

☆*Nicknames*☆

"The fox"

☆*Sign*☆

Scorpio

☆*Birthday*☆

16/11

☆*Age*☆

17 (physically)

☆*Status*☆

Alive

☆*Race*☆

Half human/half demon

☆*Ethnicity*☆

French-American-British

☆*Gender*☆

Pineapple. Just kidding, Female

☆*Height*☆

1m62

☆*Weight*☆

50kg

☆*Blood type*☆

HH, also known as 'Bombay Blood'

☆*Eye color*☆

Hazel

☆*Hair color*☆

Orange/Red

☆*Occupation*☆

2nd year highschool student, or in France: Terminale student. And the personal bodyguard of the heir to a worldwide criminal organization.

☆*Relatives*☆

-Eliott Giroud (older brother).

-Lisana Teatly (Lily for short, childhood friend).

-Thomas Carlson (childhood friend)

☆*Hobbies*☆

Drawing, 'performing arts' (dancing, singing, theatre,...), playing video games, watching anime and listening to Kpop.

☆*Favorite food*☆

Chocolate and any soft, and not sour, candy.

☆*Favorite drink*☆

Powerade

Bubble tea

Iron bru (for the meme)

☆*For dem shipzzzz*☆

I like to ship her with Laito :3

/(0^0)/

☆*Quotes*☆

"Crazy is such an ugly word. I prefer... mentally unstable."

"I ain't no fox!"

"You vamps are literally oversized mosquitos"

"*Irish accent* you wanna go mate? You wanna fight? I'll bash ye 'ead in! I swear on meh mom I'll destroy ya!"

"Well imma just skiddadle the heck outta here"

"Hon Hon Hon I am very française!"

"GO GET DESTROYED!"

"*T pose* I'm the meme Lord and punmaster. Fear my powerrrrr..."

"If you're feeling suicidal you came to the right place! Cuz I'm gonna f*****g kill myself as well"

"BTS are true Gods. No need for Jesus when I got these sunshines."

☆*Clothes*☆

She will usually wear a red or purple hoodie with black shorts (sometimes jeans) with pink thigh highs and white shoes. She always has three hairclips to hold up the right part of her fringe. She has a pair of red glasses but doesn't wear them often because she forgets. She is very pale (mostly because of her unbalanced health) and is a bit chubby, she's a bit too busty for her age (but seriously doesn't give a damn).

☆*Personality*☆

She's a really laid back and bubbly girl, who has a bad case of swearing, and talking about morbid subjects with problem. She a good person, though she might be psycopathic. However, she's absolutely horrible at socializing, as a child she never had the chance to, so she has difficulty opening up to others, or speaking to people she isn't familiar with. Apart from that, she can get very sassy and sarcastic with a pinch of salt. She gets easily triggered like say sh&t about her fam and she'll diss yo @ss. She's also a 'daredevil', and will never say no to a challenge. She a kind soul with a pinch of spicyness and MEMES.

And although she's a weirdo, she a good and respectful student.

And I almost forgot, she a Kpop fan and an otaku (not a weaboo) so her social life is n o n e x i s t a n t.

☆*History*☆

(Note: her history is long, but if you read it all you'll get a cookie🍰🍩🍰🍪🍪🍪🍪)

Lucy was born in an average family. She grew up in france, though she was born in america. Her life at home was pretty normal, though she didn't get along very well with her father or siblings, but Lucy was pretty close to her mother who was like a best friend to her. At school however, she was constantly bullied, both mentally and physically. The reasons were one because she was the only child with red hair in her school (and they thought she had some contamination), and because she didn't fit in any social groups.

She grew up thinking she was a freak of nature and a disgrace, cursed to be alone, that love was something she'd ever experience and learned that the only way to be left alone was by being creepy and/or violent.

However, she managed to make friends with two people, and she made her mind to protect them no matter what. The bullying went on for 10 years. Her parents tried taking her to therapists, doctors, psycologist, but not one could fix her broken mind. So the only option they had left was to send her away to her Uncle and Cousin, after that day, she never saw her biological family again. (Except for her brother)

Her cousin Caitlin (who is now dead) was like an older sister, and was nice to her. She soon found out that her family came down from generations of monster hunters, her uncle was one, and so was her cousin, her cousin taught her how to fight, and the weakness of practically every monster that she could remember. But her cousin's intentions behind educating her on this topic was to find herself a replacement, to kill a demon she had summoned a few years back. Caitlin had sacrificed her soul to a demon to obtain the weapon needed, which she gave to Lucy.

After her cousin dissapeared, she went back to her hometown and reunited with her friends. She spent the next year hunting the demon her cousin was aiming for, but little did she know that the demon was also looking for her. When they finally encountered, it was a hard battle. Lucy won, but barely alive, having a big scar going across her torso. But before the demon died, it infuses its soul into Lucy's body, giving Lucy it's powers and cursing her with immortality. After that fight, she went back to her friends. They traveled down to the South of France and settled there, trying to live 'normal' lives... Until one day, she received orders from [...] to live with the sakamakis.

☆*Relationships*☆

-Eliott: they almost never interact, although they are family. They only speak when it comes to business or important matters.

-Lily: they are very close, Lily is one of the only two people who know Lucy inside out. Lucy has sworn to protect Lily even if it would cost her life. They love to hangout together and cry over fandoms.

-Thomas: same as Lily, except he's like a mom, always taking care of Lucy, even when she says she doesn't need help, they both share a love for kpop and anime. Lucy's emotional bond with Thomas is stronger than anyone else she's close to, even Lily.

☆*Abilities*☆

As Lucy is half demon, she gained most of the abilities of the demon who infused itself into her, who was a shadow demon:

-increased strength and hearing

-teleportation

-she can sorta float

-the shadow realm: by jumping into a shadow (a person's shadow, object's shadow, any shadow at all) she can enter an dimension called "the shadow realm", a place only shadow demon may access

-a little thing I like to call Katherine: Katherine was the 'name' of the demon Lucy fought with, this ability activities when she deadly mad or under too much stress or pressure that she just snaps and goes psycho. She has strange black tentacles (like a kagune from Tokyo ghoul). She will attack anything around her. Only Thomas and Lily can control her under this form.

Lucy has been fighting since as long as she can remember, so she is very skilled in the domaine.

Although she might not have all the abilities of the demon, she's still more powerful than a demon, as the fact she has emotions (which demons don't) has a great impact on her powers.

Lucy can't die from age ot sickness. But she candie from bloodloss and getting wounded, as she heals only slightly faster than a human.

☆*other info*☆

1-Lucy was the second eldest of her biological family.

2-she enherited half of her father's company (the other half her older brother) and her family's mansion.

3-she an absolute virgin :/ *le sad music*

4-She's left handed, therefore her capacity at cutting meat is non-exigent (true story, left handed people struggle more at cutting meat, and I'm talking out of experience because I am left handed)

5-she speaks fluent English and French (Those were the two languages she spoke throughout her childhood), she also learned German, Japanese and is trying to learn Korean. She's also fluent in Shakespearean and in both English and Australian slang.

6-in the south of France, she goes to a highly reputed international campus.

7-lucy doesn't like physical contact whatsoever, except for Thomas and Lily, and she can just about tolerate Laito but She gets really flushed and embarrassed. She gets uncomfortable when people touch her hair, shoulders, lower back and thighs, if someone does touch her there she'll flinch and try to pry them off.

8-she only wears clothes that fully cover her body because she's a very self aware person and she's covered in scars because of her sh&tty childhood.

#oc #diabolik lover oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers meme #oc x canon #oc rp #memes are my life #memes are great #memes are how i cope #memes are cool #memes are good #powerade is my life support #fite me

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