#‿‿‿ you make me feel like a fool . . . (⚡)
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yippeeeeee just found out what a term means and gotta go scamper through my following to make sure no one has it in their dni fun fun /sarc
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Breeding kink with Razor
this is so fitting for him, i love it! i’m adjusting his speech pattern slightly just so it flows a little better, hope you don’t mind❤️
Instincts
cw: public sex, breeding, biting/marking, ovulation, mentions of pregnancy
tags: switch fem!reader, switch!razor, he’s literally 18 so scroll away if you have an issue xoxo💋
nsfw under the cut
m!list here
⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎
You and Razor had a bit of an odd relationship. He came across you months ago, spying behind a tree in Wolvendom when you made your first appearance there. He was wary of you, not sure if you were friendly or there to hunt the wolves he called family. Once he saw you were only there for the wolfhook each time you came, he started to gain the courage to get closer.
In truth, you had started going there because you had heard about him through the Knights of Favonius and wanted to see him for yourself. You knew he was watching, but you didn't want to startle him, so each time you came you only gathered some wolfhook and went on your way. Each day was the same routine, until one day he approached you, still a little wary of you, "...Nice?"
Those were his first words to you. Your eyes landed on him and you smiled brightly, "I am." You were captured by the way he looked; toned muscles, scars across his body and face, long thick silver hair, and crimson eyes. He was better than you had imagined, even if his manner of speech was a little strange. After letting Razor smell your neck, he smiled at you telling you that you smelled like a flower.
Every quirk he had was so cute to you. Weeks passed and each day you would visit Razor, getting to know each other and he grew to trust you immensely. You even had been helping him speak in more proper sentences, although that was still a work in progress. You would be a fool to miss the way his gaze lingered on you and the way he would get as close to you as he could without outright being on top of you.
You looked to him, only to see Razor had already been staring at you. He tilted his head a little as you studied each other in silence. You were the first one to break it, "Do you want to be with me?" The look of confusion on his face made you giggle, "Am with you now, no?" How cute and innocent he was... You shook your head still laughing, "I mean romantically."
Razor's eyebrows scrunched as he repeated the word back to you, clearly unsure of what it meant. You didn't think words would help you out with this, so you reached up and turned his face to yours, pressing a kiss to his lips. He knew what you meant now as he melted into the kiss. Ever since then, you two were inseparable. Which bring us to the present.
The sun was setting, low in the sky, when you made your way to your usual spot. Before you could even call out to him, Razor pounced on you, knocking you both to the ground and making you squeal, "Razor wha-" Your words are cut off when you feel something hard press against your core and his nose lightly grazing your skin as he takes in your scent, "You smell...Different. Good..."
Your cheeks immediately heat up. You were ovulating and he could smell it. Did he even know what that meant? Razor's nose trails down your body til it reaches your cunt, his nose pressing against your clothed clit, making you suck in a breath. He nudges it again, then his eyes flick up to yours, "Here. New good smell... I want more." He doesn't wait for your response before he starts tugging down your pants.
"Razor wait! We're outside... What if someone comes?", your voice came out a little breathy, feeling an aching need at your center. Razor tilts his head, "Why care? No one comes." He was right. People usually avoided coming to Wolvendom. Besides, you were more needy and sensitive than usual because of your ovulation. You just wanted to be filled. You end up lifting your hips slightly to help Razor who continued to tug at your pants.
The warm breeze brushing against your exposed pussy made your scent even more potent to him. Razor immediately begins lapping at your cunt, drawing a sweet moan from within you. The way his tongue circled your clit and lapped at your arousal made you tug his hair. He practically growls when you do so, not wanting to separate himself from something so new and delicious, so he latches on to it. Razor’s lips suck your clit into his mouth while his tongue continues it’s lashings. Your head falls back against the soft grass as you come undone on his tongue.
The taste was even more divine than it smelled, making him continue and overstimulate you. Your legs shake hard and you tug his hair hard with a soft cry of his name. Razor glances up at you curiously but annoyed you wanted to pull him from this. His mouth open and tongue still against your clit. “Come here…” your voice is shaky as you try to get him to listen. Thankfully, he finally does, crawling up and caging you in with his body, “Why? Wasn’t finished…” You roll your hips up making your bare cunt grind against his bulge, “I want you inside me.”
Razor lets out a deep groan as you grind up into him, “What in where? Help..” You knew he was legitimately clueless but him asking you to be so specific sparked something inside of you. It turned you on. “I need your cock in my pussy. Fill me up. Breed me.” Those last two words did it. Oh he knew what that meant alright. Razor fumbles with his pants, wanting to free his throbbing length. You almost laugh at how hard he’s trying and you take over. Catching him off guard, you roll the both of you over, you now caging him in. You smirk when he looks up at you with surprise, “Let me do it.”
Razor almost pouts but stops the minute your hand wraps around his cock, his eyes goes wide at the new sensation and at a loss for words. He has so many questions but they’d have to wait because now your were slowly sinking yourself down onto his dick. He grips onto your hips as though you would disappear from him any second and his eyes almost roll back, “Good…. So good…”
Once you were fully seated on top of him, you begin to move slowly. You grind against him and then begin to move yourself, letting his cock drag in and out of your walls at a brutally slow pace. Every time his cock went back in to the hilt, Razor felt he was going insane. So much so that now he flipped the position yet again, leaning down to lick at your neck, and he growls, “Too slow.” Before you can even ask what he means, he begins thrusting inside your tight wet cunt as if this would be the first and last time he ever got to fuck you. You cry out, digging your nails into his scarred back, your legs wrapping around his toned waist to keep him close.
The growls and grunts that fall from Razor’s lips sound so primal, as if he’s just running in instinct at this point. And he really truly is. Every since he smelled that delicious scent, his instincts were telling him he needed to fuck you so full of his cum and make you swell with his children. The sounds coming from both of you and from the way his balls slapped against your ass and the way your pussy squelched with each hard thrust was so incredibly lewd. Razor leans back down to your neck, biting hard enough to break skin as he growls once more, “Mine.” This brings you completely over the edge, your sweet pussy pulsating around his cock as you cum.
It’s not long til Razor follow suit. He latches onto the mark he gave you, letting out a muffled, husky groan as he fills you with his potent load. The way his cock throbs inside of you makes you feel overstimulated for the second time that day. Razor stays still for a moment, not wanting to pull out. Not wanting to be done. He wanted to see your breasts grow bigger and your stomach swell. He wanted to make you his for life. The thought alone makes his cock begin to harden inside of you once more and he looks into your eyes, “Again.”
⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓃦⚡︎
a/n: this makes me want to write knotting/omegaverse fics😭
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[CN] Shaw's Small Paradise Date
⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn't been released in EN yet!⚡
[Released Date: 1 FEB 2024]
[This date was translated with the help of Google translate ~]
[Section 1]
Some stuffy and warm air flow disrupted my sleep. I stretched and yawned, fumbling to turn off the air conditioner before slowly opening my eyes.
The sky was already clear, and the faint light leaking through the curtains was blocked by the broad figure in front of me, outlining undulating contours.
MC: Shaw…..
I couldn't help but reach out and poke his shoulder.
MC: Are you awake?
Shaw [sleepy voice]: …..Mm.
Shaw didn't turn around; instead, a nasal-toned response drifted over gently.
MC: When did you wake up?
Shaw: Twenty minutes ago.
MC: How come you woke up first and didn't even call me?
Shaw [in a cold indifferent tone]: Wouldn't it be better to wake up naturally?
MC: ……?
Seeing him continuously speaking with his back turned to me, I poked him in confusion.
MC: Shaw, are you on your phone? Why are you maintaining that posture for so long?
Shaw: Nope.
...If I can't hear the indifference in his tone now, then I must be a fool.
But this early in the morning, I haven't even had the chance to annoy him, right? I couldn't help but pout.
MC: Can you turn around? It's awkward to talk like this.
Shaw [sulking×1]: Isn't this the distance you wanted?
MC: ...When did I ever want this kind of distance? Don't casually slander people…..ugh!
Before I could finish speaking, the next moment, a shadow had already descended heavily upon me, rendering me immobile.
MC: Wha-what are you doing...?
Shaw: What do you mean, of course, it is to judge you.
His breath tickled my forehead, making me instinctively wrinkle my nose. This action seemed to be misunderstood by Shaw as resistance, so he chuckled coldly.
Shaw [continuation×2 + sounds a little bit hurt]: I'm asking you, last night I pulled you into my arms twice, and you struggled free twice. What's the meaning of that?
Shaw [×3]: Do you despise me?
MC: Of course not!
I suddenly felt incredibly unjust. Just as I was about to argue with him, a vague memory flashed through my mind, causing my words to get stuck in my throat.
Last night, I did feel his hands assertively wrap around me.
And then, in a half-asleep state, it seems like... I subconsciously struggled to free myself a couple of times.
Thinking about this, I awkwardly tugged at the corner of my mouth.
MC [testing the water]: Uh, yesterday doesn't count, right?
Shaw [in a cold threatening voice]: Why doesn't it count?
My mind raced as I quickly searched for reasons to justify my actions from yesterday.
MC: Because the air conditioning was set high yesterday, it was a bit hot when we were cuddled together...
MC: And, um, your arm was a bit too firm and uncomfortable to rest on, so I... um, made a technical adjustment!
Shaw [sulking×4 + feeling hurt]: You mean, you feel uncomfortable when I hold you to sleep?
[T/N]: Call me insane but I'm in love with his sulky and pouty voice *bangs my head on the wall*
MC: I didn't say I felt uncomfortable, it was...well, my body didn't listen to me in my sleep…
Shaw [×5]: Oh, so it was just your body instinctively moving away from me.
MC: No! Shaw, why are you like this…
Seeing the situation escalating, I didn't know how else to explain myself. Shaw had already cut me off.
Shaw [smirks]: Okay.
Shaw squinted his eyes halfway and interrupted me.
Shaw [someone is holding a grudge]: It's really my problem that I didn't take your feelings into consideration.
Shaw [finally made up his mind]: I'll pay attention next time.
As the restraints on me loosened, Shaw turned to get off the bed. I quickly sat up and grabbed his arm, blinking at him with a hint of guilt.
MC: Wait, wait, are you sure you're not just saying the opposite out of anger?
Shaw: Am I that kind of person?
Shaw raised his eyebrows as he spoke, leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.
MC: …..?!
I stared at him in astonishment, and he responded with an innocent yet subtle smile.
Shaw [reluctantly accepts the current situation + plays the part of a wounded person]: It's just one night without cuddling. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Shaw [lovingly]: Besides, today is Valentine's Day. Why would I quarrel with my dear and beloved?
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[Section 2]
Something was off. Very off.
After getting up, Shaw went about his morning routine as if nothing had happened. He even "thoughtfully" brought me breakfast from downstairs.
However, my keen intuition told me — this guy was definitely still sulking.
MC: The worst I can do is stay still tonight…
Shaw: What did you say?
MC: I said, Tonight, you can pull me however you want, I'll definitely stay put!
Shaw: ……
Shaw [sighs]: Why are you still worrying about what happened in the morning? I forgot about it.
MC: Is that so?
Shaw didn't answer my question, he just raised his hand and pushed the soy milk on the table towards me.
Shaw: Only a three-year-old child loves to pry like this. Hurry up and drink your soy milk, we should go to the antique shop after you're done.
MC: Huh, are we spending Valentine's Day at the antique shop today?
Shaw: I was just planning to clean up there, but if you want to spend time there, that's fine too.
MC: Why clean up today?
Shaw saw that I was still confused, and a familiar teasing smile appeared on his face.
Shaw [laughs + starts teasing her]: Tsk tsk, isn't there someone who dreams of getting rich overnight every day? How could you forget that today is also the fifth day of the Lunar New Year when we welcome the God of Wealth?
MC: !!Welcoming the God of Wealth! We need to hurry and set off, or else we'll be late, what if there's traffic on the God of Wealth's route?
I instantly got excited and quickly finished the soy milk, pulling Shaw towards the door.
With one hand being pulled by me, Shaw used his other hand to grab a couple's beret from the hanger and put it on my head.
Shaw [clicks his tongue + in a low, sulking, jealous voice]: ...Who knew in the eyes of a fool, the God of Wealth is more important than 'lover'.
[T/N]: MC WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!
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The antique shop has been closed for less than half a month, and there was already a thin layer of dust in the room.
We quickly divided the tasks and started cleaning with our respective tools.
Before long, the various items in the store were shining with their appropriate luster and colors.
Shaw lit a stick of incense and respectfully placed it in front of the God of Wealth's altar. Then, he found a yellow paper from somewhere and spread it out on the table, picking up a brush to start writing.
Curiously, I leaned in to see what he was writing and followed along with his vigorous strokes, reading each word aloud.
MC: Inviting the Five God of Wealth to descend, humbly requesting... What is this?
Shaw: It's the invocation script for the Five God of Wealth.
Shaw: Since we're welcoming the God of Wealth, we should do it properly. We need to specify our wishes, our address, the auspicious date... everything has to be written meticulously.
Shaw [as a matter of fact]: Otherwise, how would the God's know who is asking for wealth?
MC: Oh, I see. It's like how some people nowadays report their ID numbers when they go to burn incense!
Shaw [chuckles]: That's what it means.
MC: Then you quickly help me write it, may the God of Wealth bless us to win big prizes every day this year, and even pick up money while walking!
Shaw: Why, the jackpot won last year wasn’t big enough?
Thinking of my experience of becoming an island owner and winning an RV last year, I raised my chin proudly.
Reference from his “Four season” event and “6th Anniversary” event!
MC: Hum hum, I am so greedy!
MC: Besides, if I won a lottery, it will benefit both of us~
Shaw [in sync with her energy]: Alright, I'll help you write it. Let me keep benefiting from your good luck next year.
As I watched Shaw earnestly write down the whimsical wishes, a hint of sweetness brewed in my heart.
It felt as though some kind of power was truly born from his brush strokes, capable of conveying our intentions to the ethereal Gods.
We spread the invocation script in front of the God of Wealth statue, just after lighting the incense and making our wishes, when suddenly there were two knocks on the door of the shop.
We both turned around and faced Mr. Yan's smiling face. The other person held a pig doll in one hand and made a bow to us.
Lao Yan: Shaw, MC, Happy New Year!
[T/N]: Here Lao Yan calls them little Ling and little MC in Chinese but it doesn't look great in the EN version so gonna go along with just their names only.
Shaw [in a cheerful voice]: Happy New Year to you, old man. What's the matter?
Lao Yan: There you go, just this matter in my hands.
Lao Yan had a look of helplessness on his face, and he patted the pig doll in his hand.
Lao Yan: I accidentally washed the doll my granddaughter sleeps with, and just bought her a new one as an apology, but the little girl doesn't want it.
Lao Yan: She said this is not what she wants, she doesn't like it.
Lao Yan: You young people understand these things better. How about you, MC and you, help me buy one? It's the big New Year, I don't want the little girl to be unhappy because of this.
Shaw and I exchanged a glance, clearly asking for my opinion. I pondered for a moment.
MC: If it's a doll to sleep with, then I know what kind to buy.
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[Section 3]
Miniature floppy-eared rabbits, chubby ducks, and even anthropomorphic vegetables, insects...
As soon as I entered the doll store, I was dazzled by the dazzling array of dolls.
MC: Wow, this eggplant is so cute!!
MC: This long-haired rabbit is so adorable!
I let go of the little rabbit plushie, then hugged a half-sized elephant plush toy, reluctant to let go, I rubbed against it contentedly.
MC: Shaw, this one is so soft to hold!
Shaw stood a few steps away, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
Shaw [elongates his tone]: So you like soft ones so much.
MC: Huh? What does that mean?
I was a bit slow to react, and Shaw's jaw raised even higher.
Shaw [a hint of displeasure hidden in his voice]: I said, if you think it is comfortable to hold, buy it.
MC [burst out laughing]: ….Pff.
— —Sure enough, you still care!
Unexpectedly, without me probing, this guy exposed his tangled thoughts that he had been holding in for half the day.
I found it somewhat amusing, unable to resist teasing him, I winked at him.
MC [starts acting]: Well, it's too soft for me. I prefer something with just the right amount of firmness when I hug it~
Shaw [shocked]: …..
Shaw seemed momentarily stunned by my comment, his lips parted and closed again, before finally tilting his head to the side in silence.
Shaw [clears his throat + pretends not to hear it and starts teasing her]: Okay, aren't you here to choose a doll for Lao Yan's granddaughter? Why are you discussing your own preferences?
Changing the subject again, how boring. I rolled my eyes and showed him the photo on my phone.
MC: I've found the one I want to buy for the kid.
MC: I just had Lao Yan took a photo of the damaged doll. We'll buy the same model.
Shaw [having a hard time to believe]: Are you sure? There are so many new models here.
MC: Of course I'm sure. Didn’t Lao Yan say that this doll was for children to hold while sleeping?
MC: It indicates that, in her heart, this is the softest and most familiar comfort toy.
I picked up the doll that was exactly the same as in the photo and gestured towards Shaw.
MC: No matter how good the new models are, they can't compare to the comfort of that one that holds a special place in her heart.
Shaw looked at the doll in my hand and nodded.
Shaw: You know a lot about this.
MC: This is my experience. Didn’t you sleep with a stuffed animal when you were a child?
Shaw: No
MC [happily]: If you have a chance, you can try it. Sleeping with a doll in your arms will make you feel at ease~
Shaw's expression once again turned peculiar, and he chuckled, then walked over to the shelf.
Shaw: I'm too lazy to try, but you seem to really want to relive the feeling of your childhood.
Shaw: Why don't you choose a sleeping doll that you feel comfortable with and has moderate hardness and softness?
Shaw [starts playing the role of a wounded person×1]: From now on, you will sleep with it in your arms, and you will feel at ease.
Shaw [×2]: Well, I think this red panda one is pretty good…
MC: Shaw!
Seeing Shaw earnestly selecting a plush toy, I quickly interrupted his soliloquy.
MC: I don't want this red panda.
Shaw turned his head, returning my gaze defiantly.
Shaw [continues with the act×3]: So, which one do you want? The rabbit, the shark, the giraffe, or maybe the eggplant, the bread?
MC: Don't want any!
I reached for the nearby keychain, grabbed his hand, and slipped it into his fingers.
MC: I just want this "red panda", is that okay?
In an instant, a faint blush flashed across Shaw's face, yet he deliberately pouted his lips downward.
Shaw [carefully testing her by acting all innocent]: Weren't some people picky before? Why are they suddenly attracted to it now?
MC: It's not like I suddenly took a liking to it now. I've been chasing after him for a very, very long time, planning to stay by his side for the rest of my life!
Shaw's throat bobbed heavily, and he looked down at his ring finger, then raised his gaze, staring longer into my eyes.
Shaw: Even if he's very rigid, very stubborn, and his actions are unreasonable, would you still want this uncomfortable little panda?
MC: Yes.
MC: Because he gives me the most comfort when he hugs, is that not okay?
Shaw: Okay.
Finally, Shaw revealed his brightest smile of the day, and with a flick of his wrist, he firmly clasped my fingertips.
Shaw [in a really really good mood]: But I have to remind you, once you're bound to this little panda, there's no return or exchange.
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[Section 4]
Even though I was bound to this "little panda," I still couldn't resist the adorable onslaught of the shop's merchandise and ended up buying several plushies.
After delivering the doll to Lao Yan's granddaughter, Shaw and I took the other plushies home.
After I got home, I happily placed the dolls on the sofa one by one, then sat among them and turned on the TV.
MC: This is the perfect sofa!
Shaw [feeling jealous]: ?How come it's perfect? They filled the sofa. Where's my place?
Shaw placed the cola on the coffee table, then discontentedly picked up a small dinosaur by its tail and placed it on the floor. He then squeezed in and pulled me into his arms.
Shaw [feeling satisfied with his action]: .....This is perfect.
The TV kept replaying the New Year's gala from a few days ago. I flipped through a few channels but couldn't find anything interesting, so I simply handed the remote control to Shaw.
MC: Is there anything you want to see?
Shaw: No, TV programs are boring to begin with, and the Spring Festival ones are even more boring.
MC: Shaw, you're holding a renowned TV show producer in your arms!
Shaw [acts like he just realized this fact]: Oh, how about watching a TV show produced by this well-known program producer?
Shaw, while saying so, actually picked up the remote control and switched to Loveland TV, where a variety show produced by [MC Company name] happened to be airing.
MC: Ah, don’t look—— ——
I let out a cry of dismay, trying to grab the remote control from Shaw, but he deliberately extended his arm to prevent me from taking it away.
Shaw: Why not let me see it?
MC: It’s not that you are not allowed to read it, but will you read your final thesis in front of relatives and friends during the Lunar Year?
MC: And when I saw the faces of these guests, I was reminded of those troubling things during the shooting again...
When Shaw heard what I said, his interest became even higher.
Shaw: I'm not interested in the show, but I'm very interested in the story that tortures you. Tell me?
What kind of person are you!
I hummed twice, slid down a bit, and rested my head on his shoulder.
MC: Just look at this middle-aged man wearing a pink tie. He was fine during rehearsals, but after the official shoot, he always likes to improvise...
MC: And here, do you feel that the editing was stiff? It’s because the original challenge content was not what is being broadcast now…
MC: One time, the host and the lighting technician got into an argument, and it ended with everyone's supper being spilled...
Shaw chuckled as he listened to me rambling on about my grievances, occasionally adding a comment or two to commiserate. Meanwhile, the program on the screen gradually came to an end.
This day was obviously no different from any other day, but I felt a fresh sense of comfort cuddling up with him like this.
Was it because he was listening to my worries while shooting? Or was it because the little misunderstanding in the morning was resolved?
Is it because we made a shared wish for this year together in the antique shop?
Or is it simply because today is Valentine's Day, and our moods are just good?
I can't figure it out, and I'm too lazy to think about it. I just hope that this comfortable feeling can continue indefinitely.
Shaw: MC.
MC: ….Hm?
Shaw [carefully]: Do you feel comfortable like this now?
MC: Hey, why are you thinking about the same thing as me?
I nodded contentedly.
MC: It’s so comfortable now. Your chest is so wide. I can lie down wherever I want~
Shaw [in a good mood + his lazy voice×1]: But didn't you notice that your hair keeps rubbing on my face?
MC: Ah? But I just moved down.
Shaw [×2]: A bit further down.
MC: Okay... like this?
Shaw clicked his tongue and wrapped one arm around my shoulders while using his other hand to pinch my face, moving my head to rest against his collarbone.
Shaw [satisfied]: This is more comfortable.
MC: No no, I feel uncomfortable like this.
I adjusted myself with seriousness and then placed Shaw's hand on my waist before lifting my face to look at him.
MC: What do you think of this posture now?
MC: You see, my legs fit perfectly on yours, and there's room for your arms too.
MC: My arms can move too, and they won't block your line of sight either...
Shaw [chuckles sexily]: How come you sound like you're giving a product report?
MC: Of course, I have to explain clearly why this position is good!
MC: Otherwise, what if we adjust into another awkward position that makes both of us uncomfortable?
Shaw: Really.
Shaw lowered his eyes and stared at me. After a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth.
Shaw [HIS HUSKY VOICE FILLED WITH MISCHIEF]: But you seem to have forgotten to mention the biggest advantage of this posture.
MC: Hmm? What advantages?
Shaw [IN A LOW SEXY WHISPER]: Kissing you is easy.
He lowered his head and easily captured my slightly parted lips.
The kiss was irresistible. The sweet breath blends into a thin mist, which quickly escapes between the lips and teeth.
I widened my eyes, and the next moment, a long leg firmly pinned down my attempt to move.
Meanwhile, that unreasonable hand firmly held my jaw, and each touch of his fingers along the side of my neck sent shivers down my spine.
Under his assault, the original position gradually collapsed. The plushies on the sofa also fell to the ground one after another in the melee, rolling around with the little dinosaur.
When our lips finally parted, I couldn't help but use my free hand to lightly pinch his arm.
MC: Why did you sneak attack again…
Shaw grinned triumphantly, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of a successful ambush.
Shaw [HIS SULTRY VOICE SKSKSK]: Calling it an ambush doesn't sound too good.
Shaw [×2]: This is a lightning strike, specifically targeting the unprepared.
The protest I just uttered was swallowed back by him.
This time, it wasn't clear whose body pressed against the remote control. In the corner of my eye, the noisy scene on the screen flickered twice, then turned into a blank screen.
Suddenly, the room became exceptionally quiet, making each other's breaths and every friction of our clothes unusually clear.
The narrow sofa contained two violently beating hearts, and also contained the romance that only belonged to me and him in this peaceful evening.
My hand inadvertently brushed against his ring finger—where I had left a "trapped" mark during the day.
Now it was empty, but I knew there was no need for any ring to lock it down; this person belonged to me.
MC: By the way, Shaw…
I was immersed in the aftertaste of happiness, and suddenly remembered something.
MC: You said, now that we have adjusted the perfect sitting position, can we also find a sleeping position that is comfortable for both of us?
Shaw [×3]: You're addicted to adjusting?
Shaw smiled and lowered his head, lightly nibbling on the tip of my nose.
Shaw [×4]: There's no need to adjust your sleeping position. I've already figured out how to deal with you.
Shaw [DAMN HIS VOICE HERE WAS SO SEXY]: Tonight, set the air conditioning to 16 degrees. I don't believe you won't snuggle into my arms.
[T/N]: BYE BYE WORLD, IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOUUUU. Man PG do know how to quench our thirst🤭 damn I wasn't expecting the last part to be soooo hot🔥🔥
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#shaw stans i hope you stay sane after reading both his EN and CN valentine date 🫡#PG should have name the date as “sulking shaw” instead of “small paradise” you'll know later ~#the very start of this date was so dynamic till the ending part which was so hot🌊#mlqc spoilers#mr love queen's choice#mlqc shaw#mlqc#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc translation#mlqc ling xiao
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Hello, anon here. Could I request headcanons of diasomnia with reader who enjoys drawing , giving the boys a portrait of them that they painted themselves? And when I say portrait, I mean a life-sized portrait. ( if you cant do the full dorm u can just do lilia, leona, vil, and cater. Ty! Also, ur writing is amazing!! Keep up with ur good work, and have a good day ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ )
Of course you can!!!
Headcanons: Diasomnia with an artist!reader
Pairing: Diasomnia x GN!reader
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 720
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MALLEUS DRACONIA
Mal is pretty used to people painting portraits of him so this is pretty normal. What is not as normal is that his precious child of man is the one painting this newest portrait. Of course, he would rather you not put yourself through this kind of strain, but he wants you to be happy so he won't argue with you.
He's absolutely shocked when you present the portrait to him. A life-sized portrait of him, painted by dear human is the greatest present he could ever ask for. It also doesn't hurt that the quality of it is a much higher calibur than he thought aby human capable of. It is an absolutely beautiful piece and he's over the moon that you painted it just got him.
He has no problem praising you and work as highly as he can, nearly to an embarrassing degree. He can't help it though. To anyone else's eyes, it's just another portrait for Briar Valleys heir apparent, but to him it's so much more. He's just so flattered that you did so much work for him because you wanted to and not because his family paid you to do it. This makes this particular portrait his favorite out of all of them.
LILIA VANROUGE
Also not a stranger to portraits being painted of him, but like Malleus, he won't argue with you about you painting one of him. He has seen the other drawings that you've done, and the quality of your work has this fae very excited. He couldn't wait to see how this portrait came out.
When you finally hand him the finished product, the old fae is pleasantly surprised. Sure all of your works are beautiful and well done, but this portrait is absolutely breathtaking. Few artists he knew could make such a quality,life sized portrait.
After thanking you, Lilia tells you that he's going to treasure it. That's the truth. It's a heartfelt, amazing gift from one of his most favorite humans. He'd be an absolute fool if he didn't treasure it.
SILVER
He's really surprised when you want to paint a portrait of him. Sure, you two are very close but he doesn't believe he's beautiful enough to be immortalized in paint like that. Though if you insist, he'll let you paint. As long as you're happy, he's happy. If you need him for your model though, fair warning, he's going to fall asleep not too long into the session.
When you gift him the portrait, he is so amazed at the level of skill. Like in his eyes, it's the most beautiful portrait in the world and he will absolutely say so. He'll stop susing it if it's embarrassing to you, but you can't stop him from thinking it.
He'll happy put it some place where he can look at it every, still in shock that would make such an amazing piece of art for him. He decides to get you something in return as a thank you, hoping that the gift would mean as much to you as yours does to him.
SEBEK ZIGVOLT
"You want to paint a portrait of me, little human? Of course, you do. Who wouldn't want to a paint a magnificent fae?" Outwardly, he's cocky and cool headed about you wanting to paint a portrait of him. Inwardly however, he was freaking out. He was already confused by his feelings for you, but you doing something like that for him just complicated things for him.
When the portrait is finished and you hand it to him, he almost gives up his true feelings. He just stares at it for a long time before turning to you, using the time he was looking away to get control of his feelings. "This is a great piece of art, for a human." You ignore his words, smiling at the small thank you you heard him mutter before he quickly walked off.
He hurried back to his room so that he could admire the painting more and find the perfect place to put it. Despite being a full-sized portrait, it soon finds a place on the wall next to the portrait of Malleus. It's perfect. A portrait of his prince next to a portrait of himself painted by his most precious human.
#fluffy worm#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twst x gender neutral reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#fluff headcanons#twst fluff
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⚡ Champagne
Champagne: Y/N is like the finest champagnes, bubbly, bright, and lively. She is a breath of fresh air in a room full of ignorant people. This is one reason why Eobard Thawne found himself drawn to her, but when his secret comes out to the team, he will have to convince Y/N that it was all real and nothing will stand in his way of making sure that she remains by his side.
Warnings: Angst, Dub-Con, Language, EoWells Gets Carried Away (AKA he’s a Horny Boi), Loss of Virginity, Explicit Material 18+ (Unprotected Sex Is A No No).
To Note: EoWells x Female!Reader.
Word Count: ~4.6k
Your eyes were probably filled with fear as you stared at Harrison standing across the room, a smirk carved into his lips. You don’t know what scared you more, the fact that he was the Reverse Flash and your enemy, or the fact that some part of you still felt hopelessly in love with the man, whatever his name was. You had been running around in circles and bending backwards trying to find him.
But he had been with you the entire time. Every plot to bring him down, every idea of who he was, every little moment of you worrying about him, and he had been there the whole time. He probably thought you were the biggest idiot in the universe after allowing you to offload your worries to him at the lab. Why had you thought it was a good idea to come over and demand answers without telling anyone?
You finally worked up the courage to air out the one burning question that had been on the tip of your tongue since your discovery of who he really was.
“Why?” He cocked his head to the side while continuing to study you.
“Strange, how you calmly ask me why, rather than shout ‘how could you’ and then jump to conclusions.” You pressed your lips together and sucked your lower lip between your teeth.
“I just want to understand.” You whispered out meekly, your eyes burning with unshed tears. This had gone on far too long, he had strung you along far too many months. You needed answers before the betrayal really hit home and you drowned. “I thought you—“
You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, fear of it all being fake heavy in your heart. Subtle smiles, brushing of fingers, quiet time reading, gentle touches, was it all just a ruse? Were you the fool?
“Forget it, I shouldn’t have come,” Turning around you started heading for the front door, feeling silly for even trying to understand the man behind the mask. He was suddenly in front of you, taking your wrists and stopping you in your tracks. Jerking back slightly, your head craned back to look up at him with half filled eyes.
“Why did you come here then, Y/N?” Your eyesight went cloudy through the blur of developing tears. You were trying your best not to shed tears over him, but not even the strongest of wills could stop the hurt that ate at your heart. No matter much the truth might hurt, you had to know.
“I need to know,” You answered quietly dropping your eyes from his to stare at your hands which were twisted in front of you and still in his grasp. “I just— I need to know.”
“Know what my intentions are? If I had been planning to go home after all this time? Leave you all behind without a second thought?” He offered humorously with a snort. “I’ve planned this down to every little detail, I’ve had fifteen years to do so.”
“What any of it real!” You snapped out, your eyes flashing as they shot to glare into his eyes. “I need to know if any of it was real or if I was just a joke to you!”
Your back was shoved up against a wall a second later, air leaving your lungs from the force in which you had been pushed. Wheezing while your lungs dragged air back into your lungs, a spike of fear shot straight up your spine at the red tinged eyes angrily staring down at you.
“Was any of it real,” Harrison scoffed, his tone dangerously sharp and matching the intensity in his red lit eyes. “If there is one thing that you should know to be the absolute truth, it is that you are not a joke.”
The tone in his voice made the blood pumping in your veins drop several degrees. He sounded angry that you had questioned the validity of your relationship, questioned his intentions towards you. Well, he had shoved you up against a wall, not to mention his eyes were near that eery buzzing red color. Yes, your words had made him angry.
“Harrison—“
“My name is Eobard.” Harrison— Eobard growled, cutting you off. Your eyelashes fluttered as you went to call him by his real name.
“Eobard,” You corrected a little breathlessly, it wasn’t every day you had a six foot tall man built of solid muscle pinning you against a wall. “Why did you show interest? Why did you have to give me hope? Why did you do that when you planned on leaving!?”
“Because you are like the finest champagnes, bubbly, bright, and lively.” Eobard answered, lowering his face closer to yours. “You were the breath of fresh air I desperately needed in this stale and flat era, and I’m not letting that go. Not when you have been the only bright entity in my entire life.”
Your lips parted in retort, but whatever words you were going to throw back at him died on the tip of your tongue. Was his mouth always that close? You had no more time to contemplate just how close Eobard had managed to get before lips were on yours and for a moment it was all you could think about.
It didn’t matter what name was attached to this man, his lips, his kisses, they drove you insane. It was like nothing you had ever shared with anyone else, a deep intimacy that dove further into understanding and mutual adoration, then lust. Eobard’s kisses held far more meaning that just a simple peck on the lips or a brief brush as you hurried out the door. He kissed with intention.
But rather than maintain the passionate kisses and gentle touches, Eobard’s moments turned aggressive.
The hand closed around one of your wrists, yanked it up against the wall next to your head. Letting out a grunt from the slight pain in your wrist from his tight grip, your mind was soon distracted by Eobard’s tongue running along your lip and then pushing against yours. Your entire mouth was alight with sensation and the next sound that brewed at the back of your throat only seemed to spur on his actions.
Fingers gripped your jaw, roughly maintaining fervent contact between your lips. Gasping against his mouth when Eobard nipped at your lip, your free hand turned into a claw, your nails sinking into his shirt. One moment you were tongue tied and trying to comprehend what was happening, and the next fingers were tearing your shirt apart, leaving the tattered pieces to float to the floor. A noise of outrage emerged from your throat and was met with a dark chuckle.
“Eobard!” You hissed at the man. Your hiss was met with a burning gaze and your frustration only grew. You crossed your arm across your nearly bare chest as your cheeks blazed with warmth.“You can’t just—“
Your hissed words were cut off in a second as a hand appeared on your chin and a thumb pressed down on your tingling lips.
“I can’t?” He reiterated, a challenge sparkling dangerously in his eyes. “I can do what ever I’d like, and at the moment, I’d like to do you.”
“Barry is not going to like this.” You whispered out, your cheeks warm. Eobard chuckled at you and tapped his thumb against your lip.
“Then it is a good thing that I don’t care what Barry thinks.” His lips were back on yours, hungrily working their way across your sensitive ones until they migrated to your jaw and then your neck. A low groan slipped its way from your tingling lips, exposing exactly how you were currently feeling in this predicament. Your head dropped back against the wall, further exposing more of your neck. You raised your free hand and sank your fingers into his shirt, scraping your nails down his chest… only to figure out that Eobard held a physique much like Barry.
Oh my God.
Sharp lips carved a path across your skin until you were trembling beneath him, resisting the overwhelming urge to writhe in place and give him the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he did to you. Who were you kidding, he probably already knew.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to take you apart, piece by piece, until you are a squirming mess beneath me.” Eobard murmured into your skin before raising his piercing gaze to yours. “And that’s exactly what I am going to do to you.”
A shiver ran up your spine.
Hand pressing against your waist and wrist, you gasped out when Eobard’s mouth dove down and sealed itself over the parts of your breast not covered by your bra. Airing out pitiful gasps from the hot lips and tongue laving at your skin, you squirmed against the wall, twisting your wrist in his gasp and sinking your nails to claws. Eobard’s mouth was not light with its venture, biting and nipping periodically. While your chest was being assaulted, the hand pressing against your hip pushed into your skin and roughly slipped up your side until you could feel his touch even after his hand had moved on.
Then that hand was running back down your side and tugging on the waist band of your jeans. A nervous whimper passed through your lips at the long fingers teasing your hipbones with light vibration that made your hips twist. Eobard’s lips started to nip and suck their way up your neck, biting at the pulse that rapidly fluttered beneath the thin skin on your neck. You were hyper focused on the teeth just barely grazing the underside of your neck when the fingers that had been swirling across your hipbone, pressed flat against your skin and wormed their way downward, slipping underneath your underwear. The moment you felt fingers sliding through your folds you stiffened in place, and then let out a raspy cry when a finger sank into your body.
You jerked onto your tippy toes, desperate to get away from the uncomfortable feeling of intrusion. Well, it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but it was a strange and new feeling that you hadn’t ever experienced. Well, no one had ever touched you like this before and if you were honest, the speed at which things were progressing scared you.
“E-Eobard,” You gasped out, your feet now twisting on the floor. Eobard chuckled against your skin as his lips pressed open mouthed kisses against your jaw line, all the while his fingers never ceased their relentless pursuit sliding through your folds until you could feel yourself getting wet and had a hard time dealing with the pleasure brought forth by his vibrating fingers. “Please! I need you to slo-”
You were cut off when the finger inside your body suddenly sparked to life with vibrations that had you letting out a high pitched cry. Brilliant blue eyes met yours and staring into them with your face flushed with heat, you felt your chest heave against him as your heart raced. You twitched against, a fire burning in your body that felt more and more like liquid pooling in your gut every second that ticked by… and then that mouth was back on yours.
Never before in your entire life had someone kissed you like this, open mouthed, tongue brushing against your lips until you parted them, and when you did his tongue was finding yours and teasing you to the point where you started melting where you stood. Eobard’s mouth twirled you up in a tornado of heat and desire that left you so lightheaded you couldn’t help but comply to his ministrations.
Letting out a whining moan against those lips of his, your toes curled in your shoes as his fingers curled into a part of you that had your entire body going rigid with delight. Your wrist jolted in his grasp once more, making pain run up your arm, but you were too consumed by what you were feeling in your core to care about pain you were feeling in your wrist. You stared digging your nails into his hand when the pleasure sourcing through your body started to become to much.
Breathing heavily, your back arched off the wall, pressing your chest into his while mashing your mouths all that much closer together. Convulsive waves gripped your body and you started loosing your ability to respond to the mouth ravishing yours. Eobard knew this and separating your lips, watched in satisfaction as the tension in your body finally got too much for you to handle and you snapped. With your heart pounding and you body quivering, you saw stars and felt the scortch of fire rush through your veins as something exploded in your core.
Writhing in his strong grasp, you felt your legs give out a little. Luckily, with Eobard’s lightning reflexes, your dropping body was caught and supported as you wheezed and whimpered out. You felt your head drop back listlessly, your eyes partially dazed as you stared up at Eobard. His lips curled in satisfaction while you blinked up at him, trying to catch your breath.
“You crumble so easily, Y/N/N,” Eobard drawled, lowering his head and brushing his lips across your jaw to your lips. You felt like a rag doll, limp like a piece of cooked angel hair pasta and yet as brittle as a dry one. Fragile, you felt so fragile in his lethal arms.
“What do you want from me?” You asked in a dead whisper, still recovering from your numb state. Eobard raised a hand to run a finger over your tingling lips, his eyes still that dark shade of blue.
“Everything.” Eobard’s one worded answer was deafening and mind altering. Everything? What did he mean by everything? You didn’t have much to give and he always struck you as the type of man who already had everything he could need or want. In the second proceeding his one word answer, you only had milliseconds to compute it, because in no time the air was bending around your still limp body. The next breath of air you were sucking into your lungs was in a different setting, from a different position.
The moment you realized that you had moved you were looking around, and the second you felt a breeze on your skin you were looking down in mortification. You were completely naked. A ragged gasp slipped from your lips and you were covering your chest as quickly as you could while pinching your knees together. Eobard was quick to hover over you, pulling your arms away with unbridled strength to pin your wrists to the mattress beneath your bodies with only one hand. Your eyes were wide beneath Eobard’s predatory gaze and you felt yourself shrinking beneath him in both self-conciousness and embarrassment. Well, you had to also add that his shirt was gone and his figure was sculpted by the gods.
“Oh come now, Y/N, don’t hide from me,” He purred, his mouth curving at the side and his eyes once again glittering with darkness and desire. “You are one of the most beautiful creatures I have set my eyes on, and believe me, I have seen many beautiful things.”
You were still straining to hide yourself, your shoulders lifting to try and hide even a inch of your bared skin. But you didn’t budge, not even a millimeter, beneath his titanium grasp and you knew that no amount of squirming would allow your body to do what you wanted. You were under his control.
Eobard’s mouth dove back down, sealing over your exposed breast which made your body react instantaneously. You were thrusting your chest up into his searing mouth as your back arched. His mouth was ravenous against your nipple and when he tugged and teased it with his teeth and tongue you were letting out a sharp whine. Twisting your wrists in his grasp, you writhed in place while a hot hand slipped across your waist and migrated to your back, pulling your body further against his.
With your body pressing up against Eobard’s, your mind was quick to be overwhelmed by the sensations you were feeling. Panting for air, your eyelids fluttered shut and your neck muscles strained from how hard you were pushing your head back into the mattress. Eobard’s tongue gave your nipple one last flick before tracing its way up your chest to your neck, and when he reached your jaw, his lips pressed against your parted ones for an open mouthed kiss that literally sucked what little coherent thoughts you still had in your brain, from your body.
Your body went limp in his grasp, all thoughts hyper focused on the lips currently spiraling you up into a torrent of confusing feelings. Absorbed in the lips harshly pressing against yours and the fingers digging into your flesh so hard they would leave marks, you were numb to all other stimulations until a burn emerged from where you had once felt pleasure, the feeling of something forcing its way into your body had you airing out a breathless squeal.
This was happening way to fast.
Eyes prickling from the sting, you tensed up underneath Eobard’s body and trembled from the influx of sensations. But it didn’t stay uncomfortable, as hips started crashing against yours, that burn of pain turned into pleasure that made your body twitch. Moaning out against Eobard’s lips which were still assaulting yours, your muscles momentarily relaxed. But then you had the urge to sink your nails into something, preferably something on him, just to keep yourself grounded.
Shuddering as one particular thrust hit a spot that sent a zing of electricity up your spine, you wrenched your wrists in his grasp. Eobard’s teeth tugged on your lower lip once more before departing from yours. Your dazed eyes met his intense ones but before you could get a word out he was back at it, Eobard’s mouth hitting your neck and rendering your thoughts incoherent. Airing out a breathless moan, your back arched once more. Your bodies continued to twist together in a mess of sweaty limbs, and with one final jerk of your wrists again his steel grip, Eobard finally chuckled.
“Only if you place nice, Y/N/N,” Eobard purred against your neck, giving your tender skin a soft bite in warning. He only released one of your wrists, but that was more than enough for you. Your fingers slipped into his dark hair and you curled the chocolate strands around your fingers in a tight grip and pulled. At your harsh tug, a low moan rumbled from Eobard’s throat.
Even as Eobard kissed your neck, even as he sucked possessive marks into your skin, even as Eobard repeatedly drove his cock into your virginal body, you new that you should never have come demanding answers, especially when you knew what he was and what he was capable. But you couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, even when it physically hurt. You were never able to say no to him.
Eobard’s hand that was still clutching your wrist, moved up to take your hand as he sped his pace up, and crying out as fire surged in your veins, you sank your nails into Eobard’s scalp. The fire that sizzled in your body was out of control and convulsing in place, you found yourself letting out a high pitch scream.
Your entire body shook while a gushing feeling ran through your body and in hurricane of overwhelming sensation, you felt both your body and mind falling apart.
You should have said no, or stop, or let me go, or had the mind to think over your not so well thought out plan on getting answers… because coming to Eobard’s house, by yourself, without your friends knowing, was a stupid idea. But the man made you stupid, simple as that, so this was partially on you. Yet the glaring question of why indulge when he was just going to leave in the end still haunted you. Or did Eobard simply like playing with everyone’s emotions? You let out a slow sigh and opened your eyes to stare at your reflection in the floor length mirror you stood in front of.
When you had woken up alone in bed this morning, you hadn’t been surprised. Dr. Wells has never seemed to sleep, so it made sense that Eobard wouldn’t hang around, well, why would he in the first place? It had been a bitter blow that you had to get over. It wasn’t like you were in a relationship and he had no obligations to act nice or caring towards you… but that didn’t mean his absence hadn’t stung. You were still at a loss about the entire situation, especially since you had never had relations such as having sex with a man now known to be your enemy. Don’t even get you started on the fact that it was your first sexual experience in the first place.
So upon maneuvering yourself into a sitting position on the side of the bed, you had soon discovered the mass amounts of marks and bruises on your body with one glance in the mirror. There was no hiding how you had gotten the bruises on your wrists, or the love bites on your inner thighs, chest, and neck. One look and you’d know how you had come to look like this.
You had grabbed the bedsheet since Eobard had shredded all your clothing the previous night and wrapped it around your naked body. There was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction of wearing his clothes to cover yourself. You weren’t going to give him that win. That was how you ended up standing in front of the mirror with confliction on your face.
You could still feel the affects of last night between your legs, and being a responsible adult, you were well aware of the fact that no protection had been used last night. The last thing you needed was to get pregnant by Team Flash’s enemy, that would present a whole other can of worms you did not want to open up. But first, you needed to find Eobard and find out what he really wanted from you because you couldn’t stay here forever, Barry and the others would come looking for you eventually.
So while you ignored the aches and pains in your body, you tightened your grasp on the sheet around your body and marched out of the room, determined to get some answers. Your bare feet were silent on the marble floor as you walked, and you probably spent a good ten minutes just wandering around and having absolutely no idea where you were. Eventually you found him in a library, and for a few moments you were distracted by the numerous books lining the bookshelves. It was still morning and the sunlight shining through the entire wall of windows made the space warm and inviting. Then your eyes settled on Eobard sitting on a couch, booking in hand, and that calm and serene feeling disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Eobard’s striking blue eyes met yours and for a moment you just stared at each other. Then he was moving, his long limbs shifting and slithering through the air as he rose from the couch with the grace and control of a cat… or a snake. Either way you felt like a bunny being hunted down by python.
“You’re a sight I could get used to,” Eobard mused. Your eye twitch and managing to tear your eyes from the captivating blue ones, you focused them on the garden beyond the panes of glass. You moved yourself closer to the windows.
“What do you want from me, Eobard, and don’t give me a bull shit answer, I need the truth.” You asked, your voice coming out scratchy after a night of orgasms and screams.
“What don’t I want from you,” Eobard’s voice echoed behind you, indicating that he had followed you over to the window. Your eyes stared at the beautiful landscaping and flowers.
“You hate Barry, have made it your mission to make his life a living hell.” You added, chewing on your lower lip. “Where exactly do I fit into that equation?”
“You don’t,” His short, and very unhelpful, answer had you turning back around with a scowl. A smirk bit at the corner of his mouth and Eobard’s intense gaze glittered. “Consider yourself an enigma, Y/N, you’ve wormed your way into my plans and well…” He let out a small chuckle. “I’ve had to make some adjustments.”
“Adjustments?” You repeated, not amused. “My apologies for disrupting your plans.”
His amusement only seemed to grow at your sharp words as he towered over you with a smirk.
“Oh you don’t need to apologize, Y/N/N, I’ve quite enjoyed having you around. I wasn’t lying, it has been hell being stuck in this time, the incompetence that surrounds me is astounding…” Eobard answered, tilting his head. “But then you breezed in all bright and bubbly, our relationship is like champagne, Y/N. You’re all the effervesces I need in this stagnant and diminutive era.”
“Is that why you didn’t even bother—“ You couldn’t finish the sentence and ran a frustrated hand over your hair. “You’re planning on leaving, I’d really rather not be left with a mini you to take care of by myself.”
He let out a small huff of laughter.
“Yes, I plan on going home, but I don’t plan on going home alone.” That had your eyes widening. He didn’t plan on going home alone? Did that mean what you thought it meant? You felt the blood drain from your face. So was not using protect all part of the in the moment decision?
“You can’t do that,” You protested. “I— I belong here, with my friends, in my time, and I’m— I’m not ready to be a mother.”
“According to who? I’ve wasted fifteen years of my life and now that I’ve had a taste of you.” Eobard stepped up close to your body and you took a step back, right into the window behind you as he leaned down. His lips brushed against yours as your heart raced in your chest and you clutched the bedsheet. “I’m not letting you go, you’re mine, I’m going to make sure of that. You will only know me, that is something I can look forwards to.”
Eobard closed the centimeters separating your faces, connecting your lips for a few heart pounding moments. Your legs felt like they were going to give out at any second and numbness started flooding your veins. His lips seared an impression onto yours before he was abruptly pulling away and leaving you trembling against the window as he exited the library. It was only when Eobard disappeared that you felt the air rush back into your lungs.
Slumping to the floor, your lips trembled at Eobard’s words. You’re mine, I’m going to make sure of that. You will only know me. That thought didn’t bother you when it should, they way he lit up your body with his touch and his kisses… you wouldn’t mind being only his. Yet at the same time he purposely wanted to get you pregnant so everyone knew who you belonged to? That was territorial.
But this could never work.
Eobard was still planning on going home, and after your conversation and that zero protection had been used, he was still planning on taking me with him. No matter what. Squeezing your eyes shut as they once more burned with unshed tears, you tightened your grip on the sheet around your body and slipped a hand down to your stomach. Eobard likened your relationship to champagne, bubbly, bright, and lively. You were a breath of fresh air that he wanted to savor. But he had forgotten one important fact about champagne: It goes flat.
Date Published: 6/26/22
Last Edit: 6/26/22
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[👾 - - - i was all ⚡over ⚡(them)🔥]🐍
I hate how some of the kids are at school. Asking stupid questions of "why are we doing this?". And then saying "they won't need this".
My history teacher.. I feel bad for her.
She has to deal with them so much. But I am also dealing with them as well.
They annoy me.
I hate them.
They ask about why we need to learn History if we are not gonna use it in our lives.
But we are.
We need to know.
"Or else we are doomed to restart it".
Gaza, Palestine.
Other countries that are on the hit-list.
We have already restarted our history.
We restarted the Holocaust.
And you ask why we need to learn History?
Stupid.
All of you are stupid!
Full of cockroaches in your STUPID BRAINS!
Your brains are just becoming smaller and smaller.
Attention span waning and waning.
Your feelings declining.
Your smarts disappearing.
Your care for your body leaving you.
Your lives are going to become SO MISERABLE ONCE I EVEN LET MY FEELINGS TAKE CONTROL!
YOU ALL WILL DIE BEFORE YOU EVEN HIT YOUR 20S!
YOU ALL WILL BE KILLED BEFORE YOUR 20S!
YOU ALL WILL BE THE FUCKING FOOD THAT I WILL SEND TO HUNGRY HUMAN BEINGS!!
Because you all are, such HORRIBLE beings I've ever had to meet. That I've ever had to encounter.
I know....
That might've been.. unnecessary...
Because,
You all can change.
You all are 'good people'.
But for me...
You already left a mark, a whole new reason for my Wrath.
You left a lasting impression.
It's never leaving me.
All of your comments. All of your questions.
All of what you are in classes!
Never leaving me.
It's never going to leave me.
I do forget.
Feelings don't.
My mind truly doesn't forget.
Because all of YOU ARE SO STUPID AND DISGUSTING!
BECAUSE I AM A FOOL FOR EVER GOING BACK TO THAT CLASS!
I KNOW.
I know, I need to be in there.
But you all are pulling on my straws, and letting go.
Before you do it again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
I won't be the one killing you all.
I won't.
But you all will die before you're 20.
My friend? She's never going to make it due to her health and whatever she's been doing to herself.
She's not living til she's 17.
Or something else.
My wrath will only grow the more I have to hear you all.
It will be clawing at my throat. Wanting to snap.
I wish I had claws.
But I'll always be clawing at my eyes. (I WANT TO CLAW MY EYES OUT.)
Pulling my hair. (I WANT TO PUNCH MY GUTS OUT.)
But,
I'll always stay quiet.
Like a dog.
#audrey/kellie's rambles#⚡🔥🐍👾#🐕🦺🐕⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌕#anger#rage vent#PƏTA.sonic#sonic.peta#<- tagging him because of how i released my anger#i hate school#palestine#gaza#free palestine#free gaza#tw death threats#tw cannibalism#sorry for the death threats. my wrath is like that#it has evolved from wanting my family's innocence back. to getting revenge/making murder plans#ive looked at gorey images to get the ideas running. ive seen bodies of the dead. ive seen mutilations. ive seen brains#ive seen so much. ive always felt like this ever since i was young. 7?#i dont know. maybe that makes it worst? all ive known is wrath
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Raiden self ship dialogue/intros
Here is some raiden self ship dialogue.
Because I'm having feels for raiden rn. Like unf. Thunder take me. 💙⚡😫
Cw: may have angst,nsfw,fluff,etc.
💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙
Raiden: You have improved very much since we last sparred
Me: well i did learn from the best
Raiden: true,but you've overcome so much. That was on your doing
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Raiden: i know when you wish to ask me something,out with it
Me: Do you ever think about... us rai?
Raiden: every day that passes darling
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Me: the clouds are dark again raiden,do you need to talk?
Raiden: this is something that i can't discuss with you
Me: Don't give me that rai,you know better
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Raiden: *blushes* do you really need to spar with me in that garment?
Me: Like what you see god of thunder?
Raiden: Very much,but i worry of others gazes
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Raiden: lovely as the day i first met you
Me: it was raining that day
Raiden: yes,it was beautiful wasn't it
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Raiden: You honestly shouldn't challenge me
Me: afraid i might win this time master rai?
Raiden: no,i have no doubts on winning. I just wish for you not to hurt yourself blossom.
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Raiden: playing with thunder isn't very wise
Me: that's not what you said last night
Raiden: I was holding back my dear
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Me: do you really have giant drums?
Raiden: i do, but i hide them from fujin
Me: *chuckles* that's adorable.
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Raiden: you are the sunshine through life's storms my beloved
Me: and i would be at your side through all of them
Raiden: As i darling,as also i.
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Raiden: must you be like this?
Me: how else am i supposed to get better?
Raiden: *sigh* very well,if you insist.
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Raiden: push me again,see where this gets you my love
Me: don't tempt me then *sticks tounge out playfully*
Raiden: didn't say i warned you *smiles*
⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡💙⚡
Other characters dialogue:
Fujin: I'm very relieved to see my brother smile again
Me: he didn't before?
Fujin: he did,but not as bright as he does now
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Johnny cage: I knew it
Me: *annoyed* what johnny?
Johnny cage: Raiden does got a girl,kung lao owes me big time.
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Kung lao: there was a big storm with thunder rolling pretty loud. You guys weren't?....you know?
Me: *embarrassed* you heard that?!
Kung lao: I was joking! You guys really were?!
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Liu kang: I am honored by your presence,lady thunder
Me: liu kang please,don't think of me as any different than before because raiden is my husband.
Liu kang: still to love a god. It deserves respect.
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Cassie: you guys make such a cute couple
Me: thank you Cassandra. I very much appreciate that.
Cassie: so.....when can i be the cool auntie?
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Jax: so you n the thunder god huh? Always had a feeling
Me: Just so you know,you are very much an honor guest at our ceremony
Jax: I'll be there,after our spar. Just dont mess the tux too bad
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Jacqui: its so cute.
Me: what is jaqueline?
Jacqui: when you can make the stern and composed raiden lose his cool.
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Shang tsung: having second thoughts beautiful?
Me: Not a chance of a thousand hells shang tsung.
Shang tsung: too bad raiden could never give you what i could.
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Shao kahn: Raiden is a fool of a god to send you to challenge me
Me: If you wish to take our realm,come claim it!
Shao kahn: with pleasure
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Erron black: So you're the god of thunders wife? My aren't you a beaut.
Me: beautiful,but very much deadly
Erron black: oh i bet on that honey.
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Kano: What's ol thunder got that i don't got?
Me: for one dignity,mortality and manners,second a better sense of humor
Kano: hey i know my way around a joke or two love.
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Shang tsung: came here because raiden wasn't giving enough affection?
Me: I'm here to release the souls you've stolen.
Shang tsung: You'll have to come claim them then my dear.
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Sindel: raiden,your husband. Was dark once
Me: so are many storms. But that one passed.
Sindel: Yes,and it can form again so very easy
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Kotal kahn: I heard raiden trained you?
Me: care to test me?
Kotal kahn: He has chosen well in a wife.
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Hanzo Hasashi/scorpion: You are more then welcome to always seek refuge here lady of thunder
Me: thank you grandmaster. My husband and i are ever grateful and honored by you.
Hanzo Hasashi/scorpion: The honor is mine.
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#mortal kombat#self ship#self shipping#💙⚡thunder's devotion⚡💙#raiden#raiden mk#raiden mortal kombat#raiden self ship#raiden mk self ship#raiden mortal kombat self ship#mk self ship dialogue intros#raiden self ship dialogue intros
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8.53am. Good morning... my loves.....? My Bears Angels.....?
I don't know how to feel. I kept waking up to go to the bathroom & being thirsty. My meds aren't doing right. And I kept feeling like you..... don't want me.. but others. I was dozing but not asleep nor awake for most of it. So between all that & the rain.. I feel like crap. I'm tired of feeling like this ever. I feel like.. you.....are & aren't talking to me. & it's the pits. Being out of the loop so I don't know if you truly want me.. but feel free to communicate with others... I don't know what your.....thoughts, or anything else are. Only that I am hurting & feeling a fool.
It sucks to love & not sure if not only is it reciprocated but if it's anywhere near what I feel.
I have felt soul connections.
But maybe I'm just a fool.
I don't know what to feel right now. Feel like God is quiet, & telling you.....to be too. So I'm feeling.. alone. lost. Inadequate....
But yet... I was looking up those remedies last night. That police oil & fish oil are helpful is both surprising but makes since. Oil. Engine parts.
Maybe my soul needs some of that too.
Sigh. Bowed. Confused. Aching but not sure what this is all about. So totally confused. Which because you.....always kept me in the dark not surprising that I've always felt.. tossed about.
Sigh. I gotta deal with morning & cat.
I love you.....even when I don't know how you..... feel about me. I can't turn off that love. Never could.
Bowed.
Yours.....
~TkP.
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✨️Welcome to 1986✨️
Hey my names Ozzy! I'm a rockstar from the 1980's and the proud Husband of Ryan Akagi and Min-gi Park! 💖💛💙
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I have... priorities.
interrupting sebek while he’s on duty ⚡
pairing. sebek zigvolt x you
pronouns. unspecified
genre. just a day in the life 🤧
Every part of Sebek radiated authority, down to the smallest movement. His arms were tucked behind his back, and his eyes stared straight ahead, imposing and fierce. Even his hair was gelled back so tightly that it hardly moved in the breeze.
The only truly noticeable movements came from his eyes, which were quick to flick towards anything that passed by. Like a bird flying from the trees, or a pair of children playing down the street.
Considering how well his senses were finetuned to his surroundings, he did an excellent job of ignoring you. At least, that was before his patience began wearing away.
“Human.” That single word jolted you to a halt. You looked up at him, but he still refused to meet your gaze.
“Halfling.”
Sebek’s chest swelled up, and then he let out a deep sigh. You supposed that was his attempt at suppressing how exasperated he felt at the moment.
“I’m not suffering for company,” he told you. “You can leave.”
As far as he was concerned, you were interrupting his mission. You know how Sebek was. Generally you respected that about him, and tried to stay out of his work. But one thing made today different, and that was the fact that no one had assigned him to stand guard right here. He’d decided to do this himself.
You strolled up and slumped on the wall beside him, so that you stood shoulder-to-shoulder. And still, he stared ahead.
“You know that when I asked you to come to my party, it was a genuine invitation, right? I didn’t mean to hire a bodyguard.”
“I’m perfectly content where I am right now.”
Maybe you should’ve expected this. You no longer lived at NRC, no longer surrounded by the school’s magic protection barrier. Of course Sebek’s internal defensive sirens would be blaring right now. But... still.
“Aren’t you getting hungry?”
“I’ve already taken my five-minute lunch break.”
This fool didn’t realize how he made your heart splinter into a trillion pieces.
“Sebek, please. I really want to see you inside. You can watch from the windows if that makes you feel better?”
At that, he finally turned to look at you. “Does the possibility of an ambush not concern you?” Seeing that face of honest confusion, you reached out to gently grab his upper arm.
“Sure, a little. But the chances aren’t that high; this is a civilian town. Now c’mon, everyone wants to see you in there.”
His bronze eyes looked over yours for a few seconds longer, before he tore away. “Let me have a few minutes.”
Your head fell, but not necessarily out of disappointment. You’d gotten somewhere, at least. “Okay. But Sebek?”
“Hm?”
Leaning forward, you clutched his arm with both hands, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for coming, I mean it. I missed having you around.”
Sebek had run through a million different what-if scenarios while standing there, but an ambush to his heart? That was absolutely not one of them.
#twisted wonderland#twst imagines#sebek zigvolt#sebek zigvolt x reader#sebek x reader#sebek x you#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios
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Umm hey this is my first request ever for headcanons so hope I don’t mess up. Can I have the first years(or any bois you like) headcanons with an mc who’s when they’re angry they will be scarier than Riddle and the tweels? (They’re just friends in this)
A/N: Of course I can, thank you for requesting to me out of all TWST writers. I feel honored skxnfbshajnznfnan— Also, my first time writing Ace, Jack, Epel and Sebek. So I just hope I don't screw up!! 😭
❤️Ace Trappola❤️
He is probably screwed up that you've showed your rage.
Don't worry though, he is still your friend!! He gets just a little bit afraid of you!! 😂
He will constantly try to get you mad. But once you are mad, he'll run away.
But even tho it's rare, he will try to comfort you and he'll apologize for his behavior.
But we all know that Ace is still the same Ace-
♠️Deuce Spade♠️
Also afraid of you.
Like-- But he wouldn't want to get you mad.
He would refrain himself from doing so.
E.g; Switching the topic when it's something that gets you mad.
When someone makes you mad though, he'd make sure they don't do that again. In the hard way.
When it comes to comfort you after your anger though, he would awkwardly comfort you. Like patting your back, or buying you your favorite food from the cafeteria. Let's call it "a very Deuce way of comforting", shall we?
🐺Jack Howl🐺
This right here would be his reaction if he'd see that for the first time. 😔
He'd not be scared of you like the other two, but he'd be more cautious around you.
Whenever he would see you mad; first he'd try to get you away and/or break the fight. Then, he would listen both sides carefully.
After that, he would warn that person to not make that mistake again, and then he would comfort you in his own way. I'm leaving that to your imagination. ^^
🍎Epel Felmier🍎
Him, thinking: Vil-senpai #2 (Even though you wouldn't be that strict to him.)
He would be cautious as well, unless someone forces him to go all feral.
Most likely a fight would break off between that someone and Epel. He would fight with them to protect you. You're his friend after all!
When you'd hear that, you'd probably run to the source of their fight.
After breaking the fight, you would scold him about that move.
"But I jus' wanted to protect ya, (Y/N)! They should've known their place better, no one's messin' with my frien'!" is how he'd probably answer to you.
You would get even angrier, and once again you'd scold him about you being able to defend yourself. This time, Epel's listening to you with his head down and with a face like this. → 😔
Though, he'd apologize to you for getting feral and to that person for causing a fight. To not get scolded by Vil as well...
For comfort, he would ask what made you angry like that. He would listen to you until you are done.
After you are done telling him, he'd probably bring you to a place in NRC that could possibly make you feel better.
After comforting you, he'd hug you and pat your back to make you feel at least a bit better.
⚡Sebek Zigvolt⚡
He'd definitely have a heart attack when you go like that. But he'd stand with pure confidence.
He would possibly yell at you for your behavior. Like-- "FOOLISH HUMAN. WHY DID YOU EVEN HAVE TO WASTE YOUR TIME ON ANOTHER FOOL LIKE YOURSELF?!"
You would (obviously) yell back at him. He speaks in all caps and decides to scold you, huh? Well too bad, your anger still wins! 😂
*Sad pup Sebek intensifies*
He would stay quiet for a few moments, and he'd (loudly) apologize to you for scolding you.
As for comfort, I honestly think he would scold you like the example I gave earlier. Then he would awkwardly pat your head and would warn you to not do the same mistake again.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst wonderland#ace trappola#twst wonderland ace#twisted wonderland ace#twst ace#deuce spade#twst wonderland deuce#twisted wonderland deuce#twst deuce#jack howl#twst wonderland jack#twisted wonderland jack#twst jack#epel felmier#twst wonderland epel#twisted wonderland epel#twst epel#sebek zigvolt#twst wonderland sebek#twisted wonderland sebek#twst sebek#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons
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Eobard and Caitlin Snow for the ship thing.
*rubs hands together gleefully* This is most definitely a SHIP IT. 😍
1. What made you ship it?
It came on gradually during the first season, just these moments where they seemed to have a connection with each other. This is one of my favorites right from the first episode:
She's waiting for him to look at her, she's expecting him to look at her, and he does. And look at that smile when he turns back! Yeah, he's happy about Barry's progress but that smile was for Caitlin. He wasn't smiling like that before he turned and it doesn't drop when he turns away from her again. That's not a fake smile, that's a real one, and Eobard Thawne doesn't seem to give many of those out to people. 🥰
2. What are your favorite things about the ship?
Their chemistry, oh man! Again, if it pleases the court, may I present the following Eobard Thawne Smiling At Caitlin Snow GIFs.... 😉 I especially love that last one because he KNOWS what she's trying to do; the smile isn't a happy one, it's not reaching his eyes, but, to me, it's an indulgent one. He's letting her think she's fooling him when he's already proven that he has no problem just removing an obstacle. He could be a mile away before she'd even hit the floor if he wanted to hurt her but, and yes, this is my shipper heart talking, I don't believe he ever wanted to. I think he genuinely cares for her.
Which makes his entire trying hard to hurt her feelings rant in 8x05 so weird to me... 😒 I still need to do a post about that scene, btw! *fistthump*
But I think it also explains how he looks rather stung when she tells him she hates him. He didn't expect that and I think it actually did hurt him to hear her say that. I don't believe he ever wanted anything less than her admiration, her respect and, dare I say, her love.
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I don't know that it's downright unpopular, per se, but probably not everybody is as sold on the idea of Matt Letscher's Eobard with Caitlin (especially their Flashpoint!versions) or Frost as I am.
Thanks so much, Anon! I appreciate you playing along! 🤗⚡💖⚡
Ship It or Don't Ship It ask game
#ship ask game#ask game#thank you anon#the flash#snowells#reversesnow#snowthawne#frostthawne#reversefrost#tom cavanagh#matt letscher#danielle panabaker#ageless aislynn
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Hate Me. Find Me. Trust Me. (3/6)
Remember when I said this was supposed to be a quick exercise that got out of hand? I had a different chapter in mind for that lol. If anything, this fic likes to surprise me with how big it's gonna get.
Genre: Angst/Family | [5+1 fic, Canon Divergence]
Pairing: (platonic) Accelerator/Mikoto
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,510
Summary: They kept finding each other when their paths shouldn’t have crossed at all, like parallel lines that managed to make the impossible and meet
or
Five times Mikoto came across Accelerator, and One time he willingly invited her into his life.
⚡ Discovery ⚡
Home could be a place, a group of people, a feeling. When something wasn't quite the same, it meant the person had changed. The only thing Mikoto registered while she walked the streets, she used to call home, was emptiness.
Her breath unraveled like frayed white ribbons in the clouded December sky. Returning to the bustling streets of Academy City, filled with ever-shifting digitized billboards and the latest technological advancements should have been familiar. They had been away for barely a week. It wasn't enough for the sights to become this odd and foreign.
At the same time, it hadn't felt like just a week. Only in the beginning, right after hurriedly evacuating the city and Tokiwadai Middle School's subsequent trip to Bali. Visiting the beach, fooling around the swimming pool, sunbathing, were too normal activities for Esper students of their caliber. But those moments had been the most mundane since this entire crazy year began. Not that Mikoto had enjoyed them to the fullest. Her attention had been divided the whole time; searching for news about Touma and his group of misfits to track them down in case they needed her help. Even without her father's warning, she knew something of a grander scale was transpiring again. She had been allowed to leave Academy City without much of a fuss after all.
Nothing prepared her for the whirlwind of the past few days though.
Days, huh? Mikoto let the sounds of the crowd wash over her. It was only three days.
This wasn't the first time her life had turned upside down this fast. And yet, these series of battles had been different. Maybe because she could finally grasp the truth about the enemy. She had even acquired the appropriate weapon against Magic and its users. However, it hadn't offered her any advantage. She had been a fool. Catching a glimpse beyond the narrow laws of Science didn't equal a complete understanding of this other world. This arrogance of hers had backfired spectacularly when everything was said and done, leaving Mikoto with only a fuzzy recollection of last night's events.
They were supposed to celebrate the war's end, only for another fight to break out. This time amongst themselves with Touma as the centerpiece and, surprisingly, Misaki as the accomplice. Truth be told, Mikoto hadn't expected the Queen to lose her cool in any sort of battlefield. Shokuhou Misaki was stuck-up and obnoxious in most of their interactions, but her strategic and resourceful mind had made her a valuable ally as well. If anything, they had reached some sort of understanding, or so Mikoto had thought.
But guess I was wrong.
Ever since they had arrived back to Academy City, Misaki acted as if using their mental link from handing the Anti-Art Attachment to subdue her hadn't been a big deal. But when Mikoto had awakened in the destroyed ballroom of Windsor Castle—clinging to the scorched remains of A.A.A. like a ragged doll—Misaki had been bleeding to death near the exit. Whatever transpired during Mikoto's brainwashed coma didn't turn out well in anyone's favor. Still, no one had bothered explaining it to her and she was left to deal with these murky feelings on her own again.
"Sissy." Kuroko's voice burst through her bubble with crystal clarity. "Could you please pick up the pace?" Her words were tense, her body language too—like she didn't know how to behave around her beloved person anymore. "We're already late for the assembly."
"Is that so?" Mikoto asked absentmindedly.
"We wouldn't be here if someone hadn't stormed out with all of our bags," Misaki said with a dramatic flick of her golden hair over her shoulder. "I had to send the car I arranged away. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?" Leaning into Kuroko's space, she bopped the teleporter on the nose. "But you just had to get jealous, Ms. Shirai."
Kuroko cowered away from her. "Nonsense! You were the one being shameless in public!"
"My, my. Wasn't that simply a misunderstanding on your part?" Misaki's teasing smile, once a source of mild annoyance, angered Mikoto to the point she couldn't bear seeing it anymore.
Deciding to ignore this conversation, Mikoto examined their surroundings for the first time since they left the airport; the bus ride ringing like a faint memory of hushed voices and the clanking of handles in the back of her head. They had stopped next to one of the many canals running through the city. The crowd was thick on both sides of it, everyone happily chatting away and strolling about without a care in the world. What Mikoto wouldn't give to be able to join in their excitement.
I wonder if Saten and Uiharu are free later, she thought. The girls had been shielded from the war, so she hoped they'd be their regular zany selves. She desperately needed the distraction.
Something bright caught her attention from the canal's other bank. Upon closer inspection, it revealed a familiar slender silhouette wearing a white coat with a fur-lined hood. One she had barely noticed leaving the packed airport ahead of them.
Her eye twitched. Him again?
Whenever the world was on the brink of collapse, Accelerator would appear in her vicinity as if the predicament itself had summoned him. This war had been no exception.
Mikoto had spotted him when she and Misaki had crashed into Edinburgh Castle's cemetery—a pale ghost standing among the tombstones as if he belonged there. Something transparent had been hovering around his shoulders, but the enemy Magician had directed their attack at the newcomers before she could identify it. By the time the two girls had gotten their bearings again, Accelerator was gone. After that, Mikoto didn't see him in any of the other fights. But as one of the strongest fighters on Touma's side, he probably had been out there somewhere. Their win wouldn't have made sense otherwise. Although, it infuriated her to admit this fact even in the privacy of her mind.
"Your wrinkles are getting worse," Misaki whispered in her ear.
Mikoto jolted, sparing a glance over her shoulder. As per usual, Kuroko stood frozen with a vacant look on her face—a clear sign of Mental Out being in use.
"Don't manipulate my friends whenever it's convenient," she spat out. "And what's this obsession with my looks anyway?"
"I find this disinterest about your appearance quite concerning. No one is worth ruining your beauty sleep for them." Fiddling with the remote in her hands, she leaned against the railing. "Then again, you prefer to glare at people, expecting them to magically figure out what you want, instead of talking to them."
"That's not it! He never bothered—" Cutting herself short, Mikoto crossed her arms. "On second thought, why do I need to explain myself? You wouldn't understand. You don't even know him."
"I know who he is," Misaki said. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't read the whole file?"
"I didn't think you'd care enough," she admitted. "You've used the Sisters to blackmail me quite often."
"You can be so cruel, Ms. Misaka. What kind of fiend do you take me for?" Huffing exasperated, she turned her gaze to the other bank. "Oh! Speaking of the Sisters, this is a face I haven't seen before."
It was easy to find Misaka Worst in the crowd. Her pale pink hanbok stood out amongst the school uniforms, even while wearing a puffer jacket on top of it. There was an older short-haired woman at her side, sporting the kind of winter gear someone might put on an expedition to the Antarctic. They were talking casually, Worst seemingly relaxed around her as if they were close. She even waved at Accelerator for a greeting.
But his attention was directed elsewhere. A little girl with shoulder-length brown hair and a matching cowlick had stopped in front of him, gesturing animatedly at the bag in her hands.
Something twisted uncomfortably in Mikoto's stomach. This pain was worse than getting kicked in the gut or scrapping her back against uneven concrete.
She looks like...Mikoto gripped the railing, allowing the cold to ground her. She looks like me from back then. But how? There aren't supposed to be any more clones!
"What a development," Misaki said a bit too cheerily. "To think she can smile so innocently around that person."
"You knew about this?" Mikoto growled.
"No. But there is a way to find out more." She pointed the remote in their direction. "He and that older-looking clone will notice so that leaves me..." Humming thoughtfully, she wavered the control between the other two. "Eeny..."
"Wait, what?"
"Meeny..."
"Maybe it's not—"
"Miny..."
"Shokuhou!"
"Moe."
The click of that button echoed as thunderous as the shout that succeeded it.
Worst rushed to grab the woman by the waist before she hit the ground. Bystanders stopped in their tracks, flocking around their group like a pack of stray dogs. Accelerator's voice rose over the chatter, yelling at them to back off as the mini-clone hid behind him.
"What the hell did you do?" Mikoto demanded.
Misaki ignored her and pressed a different button. "Oh, Ms. Shirai~ There is someone that needs your assistance."
"Huh?" After shaking her head in confusion, Kuroko noticed the commotion and pulled out her Judgement armband. "What happened?"
"I don't have the slightest clue," Misaki said innocently. "That woman simply collapsed out of nowhere."
Kuroko eyed her warily but teleported over there anyway.
"Dammit!" Mikoto clambered on the railing. "I told you to keep my friends out of it!"
"I must have missed the memo since I don't speak barbarian. But you have no reason to go as well, do you?" The sparkles in her honey eyes were glittering. "I can show you."
"After the shitshow, you pulled yesterday?" She asked with all the disdain she could muster. "No thanks! I don't want you anywhere near my head."
Misaki booed playfully at her. "Your loss."
"If you explain yourself, I might consider it."
"Oh my, aren't you being bold?" She chuckled behind her hand like the epitome of a proper lady. "I will have to decline. It's none of your business, frankly."
"Figures."
Mikoto jumped, using her magnetism to land on the other railing. People made way for her to step onto the sidewalk. It was already too late though. Kuroko had kneeled next to the woman—asking her if she was alright—when she got a glimpse of Worst's face.
"Sissy?!"
Worst narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about? You look nothing like Misaka."
"That would be me," Mikoto interjected before things escalated into a direction she couldn't salvage. "It's a nickname. Don't mind it."
Kuroko was staring from one to the other, flabbergasted. "I didn't know you had an older sister?" she offered.
"Because I don't." Conjuring every ounce of calmness in her body, Mikoto smiled. "She's my...cousin."
"Yeah, yeah," Worst stifled a snicker. "Whatever she said."
"Then I suppose that little girl over there is your cousin too?"
"What's with the first-degree?" She pointed at a nearby bench. "Isn't getting the injured person somewhere comfortable more important right now?"
In Worst's arms, the woman moaned in pain. From up close, she didn't look any older than most teachers. Mikoto had the feeling she'd seen her somewhere before but couldn't put her finger into it.
"Alright, alright." Kuroko returned to Judgement mode. "Let's move her over there."
As both worked together to carry her, Mikoto registered the glare burrowing at her back hadn't eased up one bit. She turned around, coming face to face with a furious Accelerator.
"Show's over," he shouted at the crowd. "Piss off."
People grumbled about his attitude and resumed walking until only the three of them remained. Mikoto couldn't help her gaze drifting to the mini-clone. She peeked from behind his leg as Accelerator put a hand protectively in front of her.
The wolf protecting the lamb. Mikoto thought. That's a first.
"Tell me," he growled. "Is that bimbo over there responsible for this bullshit?"
From across the canal, Misaki was watching them with a scheming smirk on her face.
"My, my. I'm surprised you can see so far." The voice belonged to a random schoolgirl who stopped near them, but the tone and manner of speaking were definitely Misaki's. "Aren't albinos supposed to have poor eyesight ability?"
Accelerator looked ready to throw hands with the poor bystander, so Mikoto stepped between them.
"In a way," she said. "That's the Fifth: Mental Out."
"The so-called Queen of your rich-girls' school?" He sneered. "Know what? I don't have time for whatever stupid catfight you have going on. Take it somewhere else or I won't hesitate to kick your asses. I've already beaten up one Queen today and she was a lot more challenging than your parlor tricks."
"Right," Mikoto drawled. "You heard the guy, Shokuhou. Wrap this up and let's go."
"I'm not doing anything," Misaki said. "Ms. Yoshikawa is fine. Her mental defense mechanism was too layered for my approach, so it needs a few minutes to rebuild." She tapped her cheek in thought. "I didn't expect any less from a former researcher though. They always have to beware of telepathic attacks."
This was bait. Some part of Mikoto recognized it, knowing she didn't have to play this game. She could just research things at her own pace. But the opportunity was right there and by letting it slip away, she'd be an even greater fool.
"What project was she a researcher for?" she asked.
"Level Six Shift, of course~"
Static buzzed in her head, the world going out of focus. This kind-looking woman used to be one of those monsters? Mikoto chuckled. Why am I surprised? Anyone can be cold-blooded enough to supervise that sort of massacre.
Someone grabbed her arm. "But she's not anymore! Misaka says as Misaka defends her guardian." The mini-clone's eyes were so earnest, so full of emotion. For a moment, she was the spitting image of the naive child that handed over her DNA map to help save people.
Feeling queasy, Mikoto snapped her hand free. She didn't miss how much this seemed to hurt her clone. "I don't understand. How can you vouch for these people?"
"They almost died protecting Misaka—"
"That's enough." Accelerator pulled her back to his side. "You attacked first. We should be asking the questions."
"Is that the arrogance of the strongest? Because I think you're misunderstanding something," Misaki said. "If I wanted to attack you, there are other ways to go about it." The substitute waved a hand at the clone. "Starting from where it hurts you the most."
"If you snoop around Last Order's head, I'll make you regret it."
"That's why I didn't. After all, Ms. Yoshikawa proved knowledgeable enough. You saved her. You saved them both. How gallant~⭐"
"Are you done?" Accelerator didn't raise his voice. But his words carried a sort of cold authority that made all of them jolt.
"Oh, dear. Was that sensitive information?" Misaki chuckled. "I only did this because Ms. Misaka was oh-so curious about this little girl."
"Cut the crap!" Mikoto grabbed the lapel of the substitute's uniform. "You could have done this without drawing anyone's attention. Don't pin this on me!"
The sparkles in the substitute's eyes dimmed. "That's rich coming from the person who didn't confirm if the project was terminated and created this mess."
"You're no saint yourself, Shokuhou. Look at what happened in Windsor Castle because of your personal drama!"
"Which I'm under no obligation to explain to you!" And with that, the girl she was speaking through collapsed in Mikoto's arms.
Misaki stormed out, the crowd swallowing her like a faceless sea.
The stranger woke up, disorientated. Mikoto told her she had fainted while asking for directions. After profusely apologizing for the inconvenience, the girl left.
"Now that this train wreck is over," Accelerator said as if nothing had happened. "Leave us alone."
But something did happen, and Mikoto wouldn't stand for it any longer. "You think I'm done? Someone has to explain this and looks like it's your unlucky turn. So, start talking."
On any other occasion, his confused expression might have been hilarious. But she was enraged at her breaking point. If his answer wasn't satisfying, she would unleash a thunderstorm right then and there—bystanders be damned.
"What the hell are you on about?"
"Her!" Mikoto said. "Worst told me she was the Third Season. I thought that meant she was gonna be the last clone this damn city will make of me." She pointed at Last Order. "Who is she then?"
Accelerator glanced at her and back. "You don't know?"
Before Mikoto could berate him for wasting her time, Last Order spoke. "Misaka's name is Misaka 20001. She is the last clone created for the Level Six Shift project, Misaka says as Mikasa introduces herself to Big Sister."
"Misaka 20001? The file I found didn't mention any clone like that."
"Surprising isn't it?" Accelerator scoffed, shifting his weight to his other leg. "It was in the fine print since she wasn't gonna fight me. Her role is being the administrator of the MISAKA Network. She's the reason they can share memories and communicate telepathically."
"But the Sisters never said anything!" Mikoto cried. "More importantly, why is she with you?"
"Like I had a choice. She appeared in front of me out of nowhere, that asshole researcher chasing her for his laughable revenge plan." Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed. "I just did what had to be done. She decided to stay."
Last Order nodded with a sheepish smile.
"Why go to him for help? He..." There were too many unrelated parties eavesdropping to drop a bomb like that in public. "Hurt the Sisters," Mikoto added instead. "Am I not strong enough?"
"You never replied to #9982 with the correct entry code." She rocked on the balls of her feet. "As far as this Misaka is concerned, Big Sister was no less of an outsider to the experiment than Kamijou Touma. You wouldn't be able to help her find the correct facility, Misaka says as Misaka explains her reasoning."
"Don't be ridiculous! You wouldn't have to go through all that if it wasn't for my stupid decision! You can't…You can't erase that sin so easily!"
Tears were stinging the corners of her eyes and she squeezed them shut. I can't cry here. Not in front of him.
"Do you regret it? Misaka Misaka asks with some reservation."
Mikoto did. Every passing second, every passing minute, every passing day she didn't have to live as the Railgun. When she could exist without anything else keeping her occupied, her mind would latch at the crushing guilt and let it drop on her shoulders like a guillotine. But she couldn't bring herself to explain all this with someone she loathed present.
"Yes," she said instead. "Not you guys existing though. It might be selfish. But I want to continue looking over you as the Big Sister I should be, even if it is make-believe."
"That doesn't mean you need to be the only one protecting us, Misaka points out as Misaka tries to appeal to Big Sister's feelings."
"Of course. How rude of me." Rubbing her eyes, Mikoto smiled despite the ache in her chest. Her hand hovered in the space between them. "I know it doesn't mean much, after this long, but if you ever need something…" She gently ruffled her clone's hair. "I'll gladly hear you out."
Last Order touched the spot and nodded with a hum, her cowlick swaying like an agitated antenna.
Accelerator had been awfully quiet, observing Mikoto with a skeptical frown. There was no malice directed at her, as far as she could tell, neither indifference. If anything, there was a sort of curiosity. Like he was noticing her for the first time. Mikoto wasn't sure if she wanted to shy away from the attention and run away to never cross their paths again. Instead, she clenched her fists and stood her ground.
"Since you decided to protect them," she told him. "You better follow through."
He looked away first. "I don't need to hear that from you, third-string."
Last Order pulled at his sleeve. It seemed like Yoshikawa was able to stand again as she was calmly thanking Kuroko for her help. Worst called for the others to move their asses, or they would be eating cold food. Something rippled across his face, and without another word, Accelerator allowed Last Order to lead him their way.
Mikoto took a deep breath she didn't notice she had been holding. As she came down from the adrenaline rush, her heart pounded like a drum squad parading in her chest. Nothing had happened. Of all their meetings so far, this had been the most ordinary. They had made the impossible feat of finding each other in Academy City after half a year since they met. Sometimes Mikoto had wondered if he even lived inside these walls anymore. Yet, she couldn't shake off the tension coiled around her body like a tight wire. Maybe Last Order being so chummy with the last person she should have been was what had shaken Mikoto to the core. A small part of her whispered this was only a ruse, something to deflect her attention from the real issue. Because if she allowed herself to think about this encounter further, one thing came to mind with crystal clarity. This was the first time an emotion akin to happiness had appeared on Accelerator's face.
"Sissy, are you feeling under the weather too?" Kuroko's voice echoed like she was standing a million miles away.
"Yeah." Mikoto forced her hands to unclench and muttered. "Can we go home now?"
#a certain multiversal raildex#a certain magical index#a certain scientific railgun#to aru series#to aru majutsu no index#raildex#misaka mikoto#accelerator#misaki shokuhou#last order#fanfic#fanfiction#5 + 1 things#5 + 1 fic#canon divergence#wolfswriting#hate me find me trust me fic#chaptered fic
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live footage of me trying to figure out where everybeing gets those perfectly round bumpy dividers and the ones that look like two toned awnings....
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