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ceruleancattail · 4 months

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HAPPY (late) NEW YEAR!!!! I just noticed your requests were open and was wondering if you could do fluff with Azul? Like reader and Azul go to the beach for whatever reason and this is the first time reader sees his merform? And they just keep complementing it and saying just how cool it is and everything, idk if this is enough of an idea to be called a request lol, but anyway have a great rest of your day/night and remember to drink some water!

It’s ok- I was also late in answering this request, so we’re even anon! So sorry- this was honestly such a cute, adorable concept, thank you for your request!

The Sands and Your Hands.

Azul Ashengrotto x reader

The beach smelled like summer.

The salty breeze lapping at your cheeks, nibbling against your skin ever so lightly. Cerulean waves rocked into the shore, foam bubbling against the sand. The sound of the water a hymn, honouring all the wonders of the sea.

Hand interlocked with the male behind you, you both made your way towards the golden shore.

It was hard to stifle a smile when you stepped onto the beach, grinning at the way your shoes sunk into the sand. Feeling those little yellow particles crunched under your sole. You soon made short work of your shoes, kicking them off, if only to feel the softness of the sand underfoot.

A soft sigh blew right by you, uncertain eyes hidden behind lens of glass, twinkling with the sun’s glow. Always one step behind you, Azul walked with slow, tentative steps, carefully navigating his way through the sandy shores. He wasn’t too eager to come to the beach, but how could Azul refuse you?

You were ever so cute as you pleaded, eyes all bright, shimmering like pearls. You’ve spent your time weaseling through every excuse he put up, shooting them down one by one. Until Azul finally relented, if only to get you to stop. Honestly, you’ve been spending too much time with him in the Mostro Lounge.

Not that Azul hates it. It’s rather… pleasant to have some company whenever he’s working. Especially when it’s yours. Your voice, a smoothing potion engulfing his heart in a warm, tender embrace.

He hangs back, tossing his coat onto the ground. This wasn’t a planned trip, honestly. Azul would have preferred to have a mat, some refreshments and all the works. However, the moment he agreed, you grabbed some leftovers from the Mostro Lounge, and dragged him to the beach immediately.

Spontaneous, aren’t you? Despite himself, Azul’s lips slipped into a small smile. You just couldn’t contain your excitement of finally making him crack. Well, you might think you were the victor, frolicking merrily in the waves, but to Azul?

Tilting his head ever so slightly, Azul’s gaze takes on a softer, more gentle quality as he watches you laugh. Seeing you smile, joy-filled laughter echoing through the air like a siren’s sweet melody….

Anyone would agree that he was the true victor here.

His eyes meet yours, your mischief reflected within his grey irises. Before Azul could even blink, something cold pelted his arms. Your hands were outstretched, flinging seawater all over him. Cool droplets clung onto Azul’s skin, glittering like a string of pearls. Along with those wet splotches, were dark patches of black and purple, blooming across his skin.

Panicked, Azul yanks his sleeves down. A rustle of clothing as Azul did his best to cover up. Keeping that side of him out of sight. Out of your sight, in particular.

You were already so happy. Azul didn’t want you to stop, especially not because of him.

A weight pressed into his arm. Fingers deftly slipping into his sleeves, folding them up hesitantly. Raising his head, Azul came face to face with you. Shooting him a sheepish grin, you fold his sleeves back up, fingers lingering onto the dark splotches on his skin.

They were surprisingly smooth, chilling the very tips of your fingers. A refreshing chill. Pressing your wet palms against his arm, you watched in amazement as his skin changed, melting away into a deep purple.

Swallowing back a quavering breath, Azul whispers, as soft as the sea’s gentle breeze:

“Are you not scared?”

Your gaze flickers back at him, before you shrug.

“Well, it’s cool. It’s a… beautiful purple, really.”

Hands dropping down to his, you clutch at his palm. Fingers trembling as they wrap around his, clasping Azul’s hand within yours.

“Anyways, it was my fault that you got wet in the first place. Sorry, Azul.

I thought you’ll like the beach, but all I did was drag you to a place you didn’t want to go.”

Silence hung heavy in the air in between both of you, before a cough was choked out by Azul. An awkward one, forced out of his throat.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see the ocean again. Bickering with you about this trip was… unexpectedly fun.”

Carefully, his fingers wrap themselves around a lock of your hair, tucking it securely behind your ear.

“I guess I was just afraid that you’ll be… repulsed.”

Like the rest.

Even though that part went unsaid, you heard it as clear as day. Squeezing his hand affectionately, you whisper to him.

As soft as the ocean’s kisses to the shore.

“I would never be repulsed by you. I… I like you. A lot, actually.”

A sudden warmth rushed to your cheeks. You could feel a tint of pink blooming, turning a deeper crimson with every passing second. Quickly, you avert your gaze. Doing your best to hide your embarrassment from Azul.

Unfortunately for you, a businessman hardly misses anything. A chill nibbles at your cheek, as Azul cups it lovingly. Gently easing your face back forward, coaxing you to look at him once more. His thumb caresses your lips lightly, the weight of his gentle touch lingering long after it moves away.

“What was that, darling? I couldn’t quite catch… whatever it is that you said.”

Frowning at Azul’s smug grin, you reply:

“You definitely heard whatever I said, liar.”

The faintest trace of a smirk danced across his lips, as Azul moved closer. Close enough for you to see your blush reflected within his eyes, to feel his breath, waft against your lips.

“Awww, now I’m a liar? How hurtful. And here I thought I heard you say you loved me.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #Azul #Azul ashengrotto x reader #Azul x reader #lucky potion🔷#I hope you don’t mind I didn’t write about his entire merform #because that would have involved dunking #the poor guy into the sea entirely.#As much as I wanted to I don’t think #he’ll give in to that too easily #Of course maybe if you asked really nicely… and gave him a little kiss….#maybe he would #maybe

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raythekiller · 11 months

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Weird question, but how would the creeps and Lane be affected by a reader who has obsessive pheromones. Ex. Any person they spend enough time with, the person (or people) surrounding them gets obsessed with the reader. I kinda imagine everyone putting on a gas mask once they snap out of it lol

I wonder if Lane would be affected, would they stay the same or be worse?

Please and thank you for serving us. I bid you a good day. Take care 🩷🩷🩷

🗒 ❛ Reader With Obsessive Pheromones ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Lane The Lurker

#Notes: this was such a fun concept to write

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

Absolutely falls for it. And it's so difficult to snap him out of it because he will not leave your side unless he's being forcefully dragged away, and that while still putting up a fight. Gets super touchy with you and actually treats you decently. He's just going on and on about how attractive you are and wow is that a new perfume? Once Masky manages to pull him away he'll refuse to come near you or even look you in the face, embarrassed about his own behavior. Avoids you like the plague.

꒰⸝⸝��⛓┊Ben Drowned

My God he's already horny normally, imagine now. Hits on you nonstop in a very suggestive manner and is another one that refuses to leave your side. Will probably try to kiss you once or twice before being dragged away. To everyone's surprise, he doesn't seem to mind the fact that he was only obsessed with you because of the pheromones and still hits on you while wearing a gas mask. He's just funky like that.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

He gets super flustered around you and stutters twice as much. Doesn't really try to flirt or make any moves, he just stands there awkwardly. Actually doesn't take him long to snap out of it since he gets overwhelmed with his own feelings and scurries away from you himself, without much needed intervention. He didn't like the feeling so he only talks to you while wearing a mask.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Oof... Well, you see, obsession kind of triggers something... demonic inside of him, pretty similar to how I describe him in my NSFW posts. He's unable to speak and just kind of circles around you, acting like a guard dog. Will actually roar and claw and bite at anyone who tries to approach you or take him away from you, so he's the hardest to snap out of it. If he manages, though, he'll apologize for his behavior and ask you to please be more careful with this... power of yours.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Look, I'm trying to keep this post SFW, but it's getting a little difficult. He doesn't really show any change in behavior, to the point you might think he's immune somehow. That is, until he corners you against a wall, demanding you help him with the... Uhm, problem you've created. You'll have to get him out of it yourself. Once he's back to normal, he'll threaten you to not say a word about what he said to you to anyone else, his face flushing lightly underneath the mask.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Extremely similar to Masky. Doesn't show any sings of being affected until he makes a move, running a hand up your thigh and kissing your neck. You have to be lucky enough for someone to walk by or else things might escalate. Once he's normal again, he'll chuckle at you like it's no big deal, writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to you. It reads "Played a dangerous game there, doll".

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Lane The Lurker

Oh boy. It's gonna be pretty impossible to get them out of it because they don't want to go back to normal. They enjoy the feeling of obsession. Follows you around like a lost puppy and does literally anything you ask them to, but asks for kisses and such as compensation. Can and will threaten to kill anyone that approaches you, being another creep or family member or anything else. They want every last bit of your attention and they plan to get it.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #masky #masky x reader #hoodie #hoodie x reader #ray.writes

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softxsuki · 5 months

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Hello, congratulations on your milestone!!! I am not sure if there are any spots left, but if there are, can you please do the trope enemies to lovers with a tokyo revengers character? Have a nice day and congratulations again!!!

1.5k Follower Event Trope #1 Tokyo Revengers

Trope 1: Enemies to Lovers

This event is now CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist for this event here.

Warnings: Slight mention of violence and being killed (baji says it once, no one actually dies)

Note: Thank you so much! I had this one sitting in my google docs for while because I didn't like it, but I reread it today and I think it grew on me after letting it sit there for a while lol. Enjoy :D

“Why are you here again?” Baji spits, not impressed at all.

You were another person Mikey had dragged in, finding you interesting and deeming you both friends, not that you minded. You hadn’t joined Toman, but Mikey always invited you over to their base, and you quickly became fond of many of them, including a certain black-haired man that couldn’t find it in him to accept you.

“Still suspicious of me? Seriously Kei, ever thought about loosening up?” You question, walking past him.

The nickname makes Baji’s heart flutter slighty, much to him mentally refusing to acknowledge it. “Oi, I told you about calling me that name. Stop acting like we’re so close to each other! I don’t want you here,” he grits, hating how unfazed you were by his ‘hatred’ for you.

“Yeah yeah, I know you like it,” you tease, disappearing down the stairs to head back home for the day.

Since the first time Mikey introduced you to everyone, Baji had his suspicions about you. How could everyone just openly accept you to hang around them and listen in on their meetings? What if you were working for a rival gang, showing up to get intel for them? Why was he the only one suspicious of you? And why did you have such an affect on him? Your carefree attitude, your disregard for being surrounded by dangerous men. He felt so conflicted.

The longer you hung around, the more he let his walls fall, yet he kept that stubborn, rudeness whenever you were with him. He refused to show that he had somewhat trusted you, let alone that he may or may not have a thing for you–though he’d never admit that to anyone, he could barely admit it to himself.

One day though, you had managed to gain all his trust. You had found a sneaky rat from a rival gang sneaking around Toman’s grounds, just looking for trouble. Could you fight? No. Were you still going to call him out and try and get him to leave? Yes.

You approach the man and begin to threaten him, talking big for someone who couldn’t defend themselves. Baji was watching the whole thing go down from afar. A tinge of suspicion grew as he watched you approach the man who was clearly up to no good and didn’t belong with Toman, but that all vanished as soon as he saw you try and make him leave.

“That idiot,” he grunts to himself, tying his hair up as he makes his way over to you, arriving just in time as the guy goes to throw a punch your way.

Baji quickly pushes you out of the way, and easily beats the guy up, mentally making a note of the gang attire he wore so he could inform Mikey of the situation later.

“Are you insane? It’s like you were just asking to get killed! You should have just shouted for one of us to help, we’d be able to hear you if you screamed loud enough. What kind of idiot who knows they’re weak, tries to fight someone off alone?” Baji went on and on, telling you off, yet all you could do was smile at him.

“Stop looking at me like that with that stupid grin, it isn’t funny”

“Heh, you care about me,” you smirk, egging him on.

“Of cour- What?! NO! No, I don't. What made you ever come to that conclusion?” He screamed, his face growing red at his almost confession. Why were you so irritatingly cute?

He could deny it all he wanted, but it was obvious how he felt for you. Now knowing that he could trust you, he started hanging around you more often. And after a few more months, he became the one who’d invite you over.

“You know…you could just ask me out instead of staring at me all the time. I’d say yes.” You say from beside him, feeling his eyes on you as you sit side by side on the shrine steps.

“What?! I-” He groans, feeling stupid that he was so obvious. With a sigh, he looks away from you. “Then let’s date.”

You didn’t expect him to actually go along with it. Who knew the man who had hated you so much would be secretly admiring you and finally have the guts to ask you out.

“Sure,” you shrug, feeling your own face heat up.

It would take some time to fully warm up, but dating was the first step, a large step from where you’d been with each other before.

Posted: 1/2/2024

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yeyinde · 1 year

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My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️

You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.

Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else.

He's secondary even in his own life.

So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub.

He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side.

But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.

You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—

You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again.

It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.

He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him.

But you persist.

You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often.

Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love.

It breaks you a little.

You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment."

The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch?

(You ache at the thought.)

You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man.

Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens.

He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt.

He deserves the world and more—

"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."

—and you plan on showing him.

#soft john price #captain john price #john price #captain john price x you #captain john price x reader #john price x you #john price x reader #imagines #kindaaa????#this got away from me a little bit but god #this man is making me lose my mind

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mvybanks · 1 year

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hi, i hope you’re having a lovely day. if you’re in the mood for it, can you write something ab body positivity w jj and the reader who’s like mid sized? where he helps her build her confidence again after someone body shames her. (definitely self indulging here lol, my brother can be so mean).

thank you lovely💓

the one where jj shows you how much he loves you

a/n: hii, you’re so sweet, thank you so much for the request! as someone who’s struggled with this my whole life it felt really easy to write this. i want you to know that you’re beautiful and no one can take that away from you. take care of yourself and i’m always here if anyone wants to talk❤️

warnings: low self-esteem, body shaming (tell me if i should add something else)

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giggles, stares, whispers shared between teenagers or kids. you know they’re not all about you, it’s impossible right? the world doesn’t revolve around you but in your world they’re laughing about you every single time.

it’s stupid, you tell yourself, maybe you’re just overreacting because of your low self esteem and no one can see all the flaws that you always point out when you look at yourself in the mirror. internet and magazines have ruined you, as thin women’s bodies are the only ones that get praised and showed with confidence.

growing up you start to realize that thin doesn’t equal healthy and that your body shouldn’t be seen as a standard, as long as you like yourself and you’re healthy there’s absolutely nothing wrong about your body.

it’s funny though how a comment can make you spiral again into that way of thinking. you’re not a kid anymore, yet when a man laughed at you and told you that ‘you should stop eating like that, you know? what a cow’ as you were trying to have lunch, your brain stopped working. you didn’t even say anything, too shaken up by his words to respond.

it’s been a week since then and as much as you hate yourself for it, the man’s words keep repeating in your head like a broken record. you shouldn’t have taken him so seriously, you know that, but for some reason you can’t forget him. now he’s in everything you do: when you go out with your friends you tell them that you’re not hungry but you just don’t want them to see you eat, when you go to the beach you don’t take your clothes off, claiming that the sun’s too hot and you have to be careful.

you think that no one picked up on your strange behavior, but you’re so incredibly wrong because he did. he always notices you, he’s your best friend after all, he knows you like the back of his hand and when you came back from your boat day, during which you had refused to take your clothes off again, he knew he had enough.

you’re currently lying on john b’s couch as your friends are still lining up outside the bathroom to shower after your long day on the boat, when your peace gets interrupted by your best friend.

“jj! what the hell are you doing?” you say as he drags you by your arm into his room.

he shuts the door behind him and you can see anger written all over his features.

“that’s it. what is going on with you?”

your eyes widen at the accusation, “i don’t know what you mean.”

“cut the bullshit. you don’t eat when you’re with us and you don’t want to take off your clothes on the beach or on the boat. did you really think i wouldn’t notice? i know you. did something happen?”

you shake your head and avert your eyes from his worried gaze, “i’m okay,” you say but your shaky voice betrays you.

he walks closer to you and gently places his hands on your shoulders, “please. i’m here. talk to me.”

and you almost hate him for knowing you so well. almost.

a tear of frustration starts running down your cheek and he catches it immediately, “you don’t have to worry about me.”

he cradles your face in his hands, “i always worry about you because you’re always on my damn mind. i just need to know who do i have to beat up.”

“i’m always on your mind?”

“of course you are. god, you really don’t know, do you? i love you, beautiful. don’t you realize that?”

you shake your head again, “don’t. don’t say things you don’t mean and don’t call me that.”

that’s when everything clicks and he wraps his arms around you as tight as he can, cursing himself for not seeing what was going on with you sooner. he walks you to the body mirror in his closet as you ask him what he was doing.

“stand right here. shit, i wish i could lend you my eyes so that you could see yourself the way i do. you’re fucking beautiful,” he hugs you from behind and you feel tears pricking at your eyes again.

“you don’t have to do this,” you whisper.

“i do. you really think i’d tell you that i love you if i didn’t mean it? baby, i love everything about you, but your body? fuck, i’m crazy about you.”

he rubs your arms up and down while looking in your eyes through the mirror, “i love your arms, how they’re always there to give me the best hugs when i need one,” his hands travel down to your hips, “and your hips? god, i don’t ever want to take my hands off of them and they drive me insane when you start dancing, so much that i want everyone to stop looking at you because i’m the only one who should see them.”

your heavy breaths make him smirk as his hands grab your thighs, “and do you know how crazy you make me when you wear those tight jeans i like?” he kisses your neck and then your cheek, “i can’t even explain to you how much i love your beautiful face. those eyes that sparkle when you laugh, how your nose crinkles when you hate something, and those lips. i wish i could kiss them everyday.”

you turn your head to face him and you realize how close you are to him. his lips ghost over yours, waiting for you, and you finally kiss him. you’ve loved him since forever and you never thought that he would feel the same about you, but right now you’ve never felt more loved.

“you’re beautiful and i’ll prove it to you every day if that’s what it takes for you to realize that,” he mumbles against your lips, “i love you so damn much.”

“i love you, j. thank you, i got stuck in my head and i couldn’t get out. i needed that.”

he pecks your lips again and you give him a genuine smile, one you haven’t been able to give to anyone in a week.

“anytime, beautiful.”

#jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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Ok, but the bad thing about Amnesia Wukong in Slow Boiled is that he is very much still in his "I can take care of myself/Baby? What Baby" stage. We don't know when the event of Redson's sealing took place, so it is entirely possible he is still trying to hide the egg from everyone except Tang and Ao Lie. If so, he'll refuse to Dadsy try to help him. If it's after the white bone demon event and the egg is out for the Pilgrims, he would still be reluctant since he and Baije don't have a decent relationship yet. If it's after Macaque's death... well... it won't be anywhere near the same Wukong they know. This Wukong would be silent, mournful, and heartbroken... lifeless almost. His cockiness more a mask to hide the way Macaque's death affected him than real, and very, very brittle

referencing this post a litte.

Ooof, and its a little weird that Amnesiac!Wukong didn't comment on the lack of Ao Lie in the gang.

Going by his vibe in the episode, SWK likely "defaulted" to the time just before/during the Kingdom of Women arc (he didn't recognise Scorpion Queen) but his memory was jumping around the place - hence why he corrected there being *four* rings of Samadhi when Pigsy mentioned them.

In the Slow Boiled au; Amnesiac!Wukong is def at the "Baby? What baby? I'm just fat lol." to anyone other than Ao Lie or Tripitaka. This Wukong is confused and cautious with Pigsy's more careful/paternal side towards him, and wonders aloud if Zhu Bajie is just messing with him.

Once Tang is "rescued" (aka the gang gains 1+ party member with Scorpion Queen), Amnesiac!Wukong gets really solemn at the TEA.

Pigsy: "You ok, kid?" Amnesiac!Wukong, quietly: "I miss him." Pigsy: "Who?" Amnesiac!Wukong, eyes filled with tears: "Macaque. I miss him so much..." *buries face into knees* Pigsy: *realising that Wukong and Macaque were A Thing* "Oh... Him." (*a moment passes between them*) Pigsy: "You'll see him again soon. I promise. If not, I'll drag that punk straight out of Diyu myself." Amnesiac!Wukong, wiping his face: "That's... uncharacterisacally sweet of you, piglet... thanks." Pigsy: "No problem, kid."

Shortly after this interaction, Tang suggests putting Wukong back under astral projection so that he can "reboot" his mind. Wukong agrees only if the others meditate with him. Tang falls asleep when he joins in.

#slow boiled stone egg au #slow boiled stone egg #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #canonical character death tw #sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #shadowpeach #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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angstysebfan · 1 year

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Always The Friend Part 2

Pair: Bucky Barnes / Female Reader Summary: It’s the next morning and you have to decide if staying is the best choice since Bucky obviously doesn’t want you as a friend either. Warnings: Implied smut... thats all. Oh and the feels. lol

A/N: Rewriting my whole masterlist, so hang on tight. Hope these will be better than the originals! I tend to write for female readers, but I try not to use any details so this will be for all races. If you see me miss a detail, please let me know so I can fix it. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my stories.

My stories have not been beta’d or really edited, so sorry of there is some mistakes.

Read part 1 here

The next day you wake up feeling horrible. Like you were hungover but didn't drink. You still can’t believe you unknowingly told Bucky your feelings and he hasn't said anything. He hasn't come to talk to you or anything. Now, not only is your heart broken from unrequited love, but you also lost your best friend in the process. You knew you shouldn't have told him, because look what happens when he finds out. You're sure he is probably laughing with Emily over your stupidity.

You drag yourself out of bed because you are hungry. You skipped dinner last night, not wanting to see him, but you know you can't skip another meal. You figured you would lay low for the next few days and let things die down. If it's still too awkward, or Bucky and Emily make it hard on you, you will have to make a decision on whether to stay or not. But for now, you will lay low and stay hidden if possible. First you will sneak into the kitchen for food and then hunker down in your room.

“Friday, is anyone out in the hall right now?” You ask the AI.

“No, agent Y/L/N,” she replies. You sigh in relief and head out your door. You quietly walk to the kitchen hoping to grab coffee and a small box of cereal to bring back to your room.

When you walk into the kitchen it's empty. Thank god! So you quickly put get everything you need and start the process of making coffee. You're trying to be quick to get out of there before someone, especially Bucky, sees you.

“Y/N?” you hear quietly. You close your eyes in both frustration. Damn silent super soldier.

You take a deep breath and refuse to turn towards him. “Morning. I.... uh... just wanted to get coffee and cereal. I won’t bother you,” you say quickly.

You continue to make your coffee feeling the heat climb up the back of your neck. Already the tears are starting to form. Stop! Don't give him anything!

“I-I actually wanted to talk to you,” he said taking a cautious step toward you.

You turn and look at him. “Please don’t,” you say.

You look at his face and see that he hasn't slept at all. The dark circles under his eyes, the puffiness and redness, he looks... horrible. You ignore it cause he made you feel horrible.

“I don’t need to hear how embarrassed you were to hear what I said in front of your girlfriend, or how you don’t feel the same way. I'll assume our friendship is over, which sucks, but I understand,” You voice cracked.

You grab your supplies and head out of the kitchen back to your room and lock your door. Only then did you allow the tears to come out again, your proud that you stood your ground and said something. It doesn't help your broken heart, but right now nothing will help that. As you sit there silently crying, there is a light knock on your door. You ignore it, not wanting to see anyone, when you hear Bucky call through the door.

"Bells, please. Let me in. I just wanna talk. Please," he whispers that last word, but you heard it.

You decide to hear him out. At least then you can get closure and decide if staying here is the best thing for you. You wipe your tears and walk to the door, opening it and walking away, letting Bucky walk in on his own accord. He comes in and slowly closes the door as you sit on your bed, refusing to look at him. He sighs and sits next to you, allowing your shoulders to touch. Your betraying body once again burns with the skin to skin contact.

“I have a lot to apologize for Y/N. First is that I should've ran after you yesterday or at least come last night after allowing things to calm down. I was just scared I guess, but I'm sorry. I've been trying to get the guts to come here and talk all night. So, when I ran into you in the kitchen I knew if I didn't talk to you now I was truly going to lose you, and... and I can't have that.”

You looked at him for a moment. “What were you scared of?” You asked, ignoring the fluttering in your heart at the rest of his declaration.

He gulps and takes a deep breath. “Scared that you didn’t really mean it. That you're not really in love with me. I-I've been in love with you since the day I met you, my Bella, and the thought of you feeling the same way doesn't make sense to me. I mean you're so amazing and I'm... me,” You’re speechless.

"When will you finally see yourself the way everyone else does? Bucky, your the most caring person in the world. You would give anyone the shirt off your back if they needed it. You're amazing Bucky. More amazing then you even know, which is why I meant it. I've been in love with you for so long, but I was scared I would lose you, and well now you have Emily, so."

“I broke up with Emily right after you left the room. She kept me away from you on purpose, and I wasn’t 100% sure about her anyway. Besides, if there was even the slightest chance I could be with the love of my life, I was going to try.” He said shrugging at you. “I’m just sorry I didn’t come to you yesterday. I should have and told you all of this right away. I should have told you awhile ago. But...”

You put your hand to his mouth, silencing him. “We both should have said something awhile ago. I’m sorry I never did, but... I love you Bucky. I’ve loved you since I met you.” Bucky smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Can I kiss you, Belle?” He whispered rubbing his nose against yours. You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowers his head to bring your lips to his.

You and Bucky spent the whole day in your room. You talked more about your feelings, and expressed them in the best way possible. Finally you both decide it's time to stop hiding, you showered, together, and head to dinner with the team with large smiles on your faces. When you walk in, hand in hand, the team all looks at the two of you with a smirk.

“About time you stopped being an idiot, Tinman!” Sam yelled.

Bucky flipped him off as you giggle leaning into Bucky. Bucky looks down at you with a soft smile wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. Dinner was eventful. The whole team talked about how it was about time you both told each other how you felt. You curled into Bucky’s side blushing by the end of the conversation.

“Well I for one am so glad you two finally figured it out,” Steve said as dinner was wrapping up, staying silent up to this point.

“Oh yeah? Why's that punk?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow. Everyone at the table looked at Steve, who had a big smile.

“Because... now I don’t need to hear you whine and pine about Y/N. 'Oh I love her but she will never love me back. Do you think she likes me?' You sounded like a teenage girl!” Steve said imitating Bucky.

Everyone was shocked at this, but then the whole table started laughing hysterically. You looked up at Bucky, who still had his jaw dropped in shock, and blushing. You laugh, taking his face in your hands, drawing his eyes to you. “It’s okay baby, I love how much you whined and pined for me. Makes me feel... special,” You bring him toward you and peck his lips.

Bucky smiled at you. “You are the most special, my Bella. I love you,” He says before kissing you again to the sounds of your team whooping in the background.

Gotta love happy endings!! Hope you all enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated. And stay tuned for my other works getting a reboot!

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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S/o being a real wife material and girl friend and a daughter of a gang leader/yakuza. (To be honest I been messing around the Cai chat group of Gun and my OC somehow it end up being my OC being to wife material that Gun fell for her lol)

SAM!! I DID IT!! So so sooooo sorry for taking so long. Thank you for the ask and providing your services for delicious C.ai. You provide the best little brain children. This turned out REALLY fun to write! As always, I read the request and hit half of it at best 🙇🏻‍♀️

Gun Park x Reader: I do

Part 2 here

Gun easily picks you out.

At first the madame refuses. Gun stuffs her mouth with so much gold that she tells you he is top priority, a V-VIP. You cannot say no to his company, and she would happily face the wrath of your father.

So be it.

Sitting in a quiet corner, where the dimlights are forgiving with the worn leather sofa and the permanent water stains on the low table, Gun watches you sashay across the room to him. In a flimsy dress, cheap and shiny; skin-coloured to allude to nudity and keep the salacious patrons hungry and eager.

Your movements turn many heads. It's not a surprise.

"Hi~" you say, your voice sickly sweet as you take a seat next to him. Too close to be appropriate in anywhere but a hostess bar. "What's your name, handsome?"

"Shiro Oni," he replies simply, the words ringing in the air.

Gun lights up a cigarette, giving you a small courtesy to catch up with the meaning of the name, of tonight.

Your demeanour from a second ago is already long gone.

"Yamazaki Yuzuru," you spit, automatically recoiling away, "Or is it Gun Park you go by now?"

"Call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter," he takes another drag, impressed that you worked it out so quickly. Impressed that you know of his other alias.

"What do you want?" With anyone else you would have stormed out of the room, but you can't afford to leave.

"I'm here to discuss our agreement."

A simple statement of fact that incenses you.

"No fucking way."

"You keep saying no to an arranged marriage. Are you stupid?"

"I don't want to marry a fucking stranger." This is too far. You're in no mood for this conversation. You stand to leave but his hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist.

"Not so fast. I have an offer for you."

His tone compels you, all business and serious. No-one ever includes you in the family business. No-one ever takes you seriously.

It's here that Gun really looks at you. His pitch-black eyes staring into yours and chilling you to the bone. Yet you don't flinch, you're not afraid.

Gun smiles a little at this, you could be useful.

Your reputation precedes you. A spitball with a rebellious streak, a force to be reckoned with. Could have been great if you were born a man. Shame that the Yakuza still has outdated traditions. What a fucking waste.

"You don't want to be the daughter of a Yakuza clan forever. No ambitions, no power, no freedom. Forever under the thumb of your father and other men."

Gun can read you already. No-one behaves like you do expecting to just be a meek and filial daughter all their life. His next words reach into your soul.

"Join me, come to South Korea. I will make you my equal."

An equal? A partnership? Unheard of in the underworld. Scoffed at by your father, your mother, your brothers despite how much better you are. There must be a catch. "And what do you gain from it?"

"It benefits our clans to join. Saves a lot of headaches especially when my attention is elsewhere."

It's an honest admission of a weak spot you did not expect. "What if I say no?"

Gun stubs out his cigarette, so casual, so relaxed. "Then I will just kill every single one of you. Everyone you know will die."

Ah, there it is.

You thought your hairs would stand on end, you thought your jaw would drop in shock. But of course with the Shiro Oni, even with his 'attention elsewhere', when has anyone ever rejected him and lived to tell the tale. The Magami clan bloodshed a grim warning to anyone that would ever consider crossing him.

Gun's full attention is on you. A weaker person would shrink under his gaze. "Do you accept? I won't ask again."

You deliberate.

A chance to be greater than your birthright; to be seen as more than what is between your legs.

It's certainly enticing.

As much as it pains you to admit it, he's right. Your entire clan will either die by his hand or best case, stay where you are and you are destined to amount to nothing.

And maybe you can get to know this demon in South Korea. This 'Gun Park'. Being together. Here is a stranger that already offers you something no-one ever has, that fulfils all your desires without even fully knowing you.

Childish notions of romance still float in your head, despite how much you have tried to harden yourself from such foolish daydreams.

Staring into his eyes, you swallow down any doubt. You don't think about how this is exactly like making a deal with the devil.

"I do."

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

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kankuroplease · 23 days

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are you going to make a Hc for all of Wolfgang's children???👀👁️👄👁️ I love it, ma'am, thank you very much! to make Hcs 😭 sniff* can you make a Hc for the little pirate Arashi, he's the baby of the family like his mother 😆 '' I like his little pirate mustache and Captain Hook look.🏴‍☠️

Who knows lol but Arashi is how he looks

His parents were seasoned vets by the time he popped out

So he was relatively easy to handle even though he was a bit hyper compared to the others

He spent most of his childhood trying to keep up with his older siblings and matured rather quickly because if it

He even thought he’d hit a growth spurt like Asahi did, but that never happened

He’s the shortest of the boys in his family and roughly about the same height as his mother

No one really missed with him because everyone knew his older siblings were very protective of him and they (and their ninken) didn’t necessarily believe in fair fights

So it was smooth sailing for him

He told his dad most of his secrets

And he told his mother all of his secrets (she knew about his first boyfriend before anyone else)

Asahi was always dark and mysterious, so Arashi didn’t even noticed when he moved out

He didn’t get much time with Kuri as she got married and moved out while he was still young

Frederick always let him get away with everything because he refused to act as a parental figure when he wasn’t

Leonie let him play with her paints as long as he didn’t touch the works she was working on or had completed

Mika taught him how to swim

Sena taught him how to successfully hide things in places others wouldn’t think of

He got bored of the mundane things that filled his day while Asahi, Frederick, and Sena would be out exploring the world

So he hoped onto the first ship he could to do the same

But as luck would have it, that ship got ship wrecked and he was stranded on an island for a fortnight before getting rescued and taken to a port that was a pirate’s paradise

That’s where he joined a crew and fell in love the dangers and highs of being a pirate

No rules (well some rules) and the open salty sea was great

He learned to appreciate how his life was and even met his soulmate

A beautiful man from an island he never heard of

Rudest man he had ever met but also one of the kindest pirates around

Who also just so happened to be the captains son

He would risk being captured freeing other pirates whenever the opportunity arised

There was never a dull moment

They sailed for years, but eventually, Arashi got a bit homesick

He was also fairly certain his then husband was over the whole sea shanty deal

But they couldn’t go to his husbands home town because his father would almost certainly drag him back on the ship if he found them

So settling down in Arashi’s hometown was a good idea

He was a bit nervous to introduce his family to his husband as he never discussed his sexuality

It was a relief when all his siblings and parents welcomed them both with open arms even after all these years

And even more of a relief that his husband loved this village

They set to building a home while camping out under the stars (they passed on stay with Wolfgang and Ringo)

And worked as farmers during the day

He really wouldn’t change anything (accept for having to yank his husband’s wanted pictures off of walls lol s when they do manage to travel)

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #Wolfgang x ringo #knfau 🖼️#my art

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taschamonnii · 8 months

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Enchanted

You x Wanda Maximoff (MCU WandaVision - Elizabeth Olsen)

Angst/Smut

Summary: Enchanted strap because Wanda wants babies. There is still a plot and big sad energy because I have many issues. You get a back story so that things matter more and hit harder. Yes I am ridiculously adding feelings to some weird smut.

TW: SMUT, 18+, Enchanted Strap, Impregnating, GP!

Here is the title song: Enchanted By Taylor Swift

AN: I don’t want to talk about it. We are all going to hell and I am just dragging you all along with me lol I just have been seeing a lot of GP! With Wanda but most of the time it is Wanda with the GP! & I thought about how much she craves a family and got a weird idea. What can I say? My brain is a strange place. I really hope you all like it I surprised myself and really enjoyed writing it. I may want to write more of it but I just don't know if anyone else wants to see it.

Before you say anything just look at her and tell me you wouldn't do anything she asked!

Word Count: 2,632

Imagine This:

You are married to Wanda Maximoff. You both escaped the hero and villain scene after a close call. Wanda refused to lose you like she had lost everyone else she loved. You live in a cabin in the woods that is at the edge of a small town. You live a normal life. Well as normal as you can be with a witch as a wife and your own powers of hypersensitivity and mind reading. You both were part of the Avengers for a while. You were there after she had already lost Pietro. But you witnessed first hand losing Vision.

You were friends, all the avengers cared for each other that is what made you a team. However, you had a crush on Wanda the instant you saw her but you were always on different missions and Natasha told you her and Vision were a thing so you pushed your crush aside. You didn’t have time for it anyway Natasha was training you on basically everything and she consumed most of your time. Nevertheless, you became close friends with Wanda and Vision because Nat really cared for Wanda.

You may or may not have had a fling with Nat but it was supposed to be strictly physical even though half the time it ended up being cuddling. Things all changed when that ugly purple asshole came to earth and fucked everything. You had arrived with Nat to try and help even though your powers are practically useless in the battle scenarios. You end up trapped with Nat as Thanos surrounds you both by the earth with a stone. You watch helplessly as everyone tries to fight the Barney looking bastard. Until there is no one left except Wanda who is falling apart as she slowly destroys Vision's mind stone and in turn Vision. You can feel her pain even from where you are trapped. Her thoughts are so loud, it is as if her soul is screaming and crying and it shatters your heart. You watch on as she has to fight off Thanos as she continues to destroy the stone. The flash and force of her destroying the stone blinds you for a moment and when you look again she is on the ground and Thanos is touching her head. You have to watch as he turns back the time and throws her aside as he takes Visions stone. Wanda’s soul only screams louder to you. You watch as people start to turn to dust all around you and you grab Natasha’s hand squeezing it for dear life. You watch Wanda fade into dust into nothing and hear her soul's last strangled cry; it sounds like relief.

Natascha squeezes your hand harder. You look at her and both fight to escape and manage to get free running right to where Wanda just was. Nat gasps and folds in on herself grabbing at her sister's vest. You catch her before she falls to the ground. You know her sister and all the lives just lost weigh heavy on her. Her soul cries and you hold her thankful you still have her. She is your best friend and honestly all you really have. Especially now.

You work with Nat and the others that remain to figure out a plan to fix this, to bring everyone back. The plan was good. The plan worked but not without great sacrifice. You didn’t get to time travel, you had your own part to play. You hugged Natasha before she left and you wish you had never let her go, not that you could have stopped her.

Your mission was to retrieve people who come back if it worked. You went and waited in Wakanda. You brought Wanda and the others back and you consoled her the best you could. You understood the grief you’d lost all your family long ago and this whole thing just brought all that pain back to the surface. Wanda’s grief was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. Well except for the pain and grief you both feel when you return and learn Natasha sacrificed herself.

You both fell to the floor in a pile holding each other like your lives depended on it because well they did. You stayed practically hooked together barely ever letting go of some kind of physical contact. You share Nats bed and fall asleep crying wrapped up in each other. The team builds on the original plan to destroy Thanos for good. You and Wanda are on autopilot. You both have no one left. Sure there is Clint and the others who care about you both but no one else understands. The night before the epic end-all fight you confess your fears even though you know Wanda can hear them and you can hear hers and they are the same. You are afraid you will lose each other. You decide to voice your locked away feelings and kiss her.

The kiss is everything, it is life altering and she feels it too. It slows down time. It makes you both gasp for air and cling to each other harder. Like finding the last piece of a puzzle everything suddenly fits and makes sense and you can see a future with her something you’ve both never had the chance to dream of let alone have.

The battle is epic. Wanda almost kills Thanos all on her own. You think she would have if he hadn’t sabotaged his own soldiers to escape her wrath. You’ve never seen her so angry. You were stationed on a ship with others that didn’t have battle powers. Unfortunately the ship wasn’t a safer place and it got hit. Wanda barely got to you in time as it went down. When she did get to you she didn’t let you go. The way her soul spoke to you refusing to lose you. You locked your gaze on hers and had to fight tears getting lost in her tear filled emerald eyes. A silent promise was made between you. Your souls promise to never let go and never leave the other.

The battle ended soon after. Tony’s self sacrifice overshadowed everyone else especially Natasha’s and it was the extra solidification for you and Wanda to finally leave this life to go live a peaceful one alone.

That is how you ended up here in this little cozy cabin in the woods on the outskirts of a precious small town you call home. Happily married to Wanda. It’s been a few years and you both have never known peace like this. She is so happy and you are determined to keep her as happy as possible for the rest of your lives. So when she starts to talk about this aching feeling of missing something you try your hardest to understand.

She wants a family, a real family with you. She wants babies. More specifically, she wants to be pregnant. Even more specifically she wants you to get her pregnant and that you thought was pretty impossible but you have learned not to underestimate her powers. She wants everything her comforting sitcoms have and she is determined to have it all with you.

And that is how you have found yourself in this situation.

You are laying on your shared bed naked and flat on your back. She is naked on her knees in-between your legs. Her gaze is focused and intense; her green eyes map out every inch of you.

She nibbles on her bottom lip, a nervous habit. "I trust you, Wanda."

She glances up and meets your gaze, you're confident in her and trust her with your life. She moves to lean over you and lowers her lips to yours, capturing them in a searing kiss. A promise shared to be cautious as you both proceed. She leans back and smiles down at you. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Wanda."

Her gaze falls between your legs and red illuminates the room as she begins to manipulate reality. You hold yourself up on your elbows to watch completely in awe as a penis forms between your legs. You never thought this would be something you'd want. You admit you'd thought about what it would be like to be a man but never pictured you'd ever be like this.

Her magic fades and she slowly takes it in her soft hands and fuck her hands are softer than ever as she gently touches it. Touches you. You can feel everything. You can't help the soft sigh that leaves your lips and her gaze shoots up to your face.

"y/n, are you okay, my sweet girl?"

You nod "MMMM mmm hmm"

"Can you feel it?"

She runs her slender fingers up to the tip and slides her thumb softly over the slit there.

"Yes fuck Wanda that feels way too good. I don't know if I will be able to handle being inside you like this. It's so sensitive."

"I'll go slow."

You can feel it twitch and move on its own in her hands and as her deep raspy voice surrounds you. God you love her!

She leans down and you watch in awe as she just ghosts her lips against the tip. It feels like when she teases your clit with soft kisses only 100 times stronger! You can't help the whimper that leaves your lips.

She smirks and you can hear her thoughts. "I can't wait to taste you!"

"Fuck Wanda!"

She softly licks the tip and you throw your head back with a moan.

It feels so hard it's almost like it's pulsing like when your clit throbs begging for friction. She reads you and wraps her lips around the tip bringing it into her warm mouth.

"Fuck Wanda I can't! I'm gonna ah!"

She sucks gently and flicks her tongue and holds the rest of the shaft in her long slender fingers that you usually love inside of you. It's overwhelming, it's too much and you can't stop your hips from gently bucking. Your hands fist the sheets.

She sucks harder and squeezes you in her hands and that's it you erupt tumbling over the edge. A sort of plus runs up the shaft as you feel yourself cum and it's intense and weird to feel it shoot out the tip. It's short squirts pulsating. She moans and the vibrations have you whimpering. She sucks the tip dry with a pop and licks her lips. "You taste the same. Absolutely delicious!"

The way she talks and looks at you while she licks her lips has you twitching for more. You want her more than anything else. You run your hands through her hair and tug her up. You kiss her lips nipping softly at her lower lip. "Sit on my face. I need to taste you."

She whimpers as she kisses you harder. She moves effortlessly to hover over you and you can see how wet she is. You hold her hips and guide her closer. You latch onto her sucking and flicking your tongue. She moans breathlessly and you can feel yourself getting hard again. You can't get enough of her. You suck harder and she pulls your hair as she rocks her hips. Her legs squeeze around your head and you moan into her, sending her over the edge and making her crumple forward. She pulls away far too quickly but you can see it in her gaze as she slides her wet core against your abs. She leaves a trail down your body and you feel yourself twitch hard.

You groan as she lowers herself. She runs her slick heat against you and you twitch even more, getting harder she slicks your entire member and lifts herself up. Her gaze is locked on it so she can line herself up and your gaze is locked on her.

She glances up to check in and you nod before you both glance back down to watch her slick wet heat surround you. She goes slowly. She squeezes you tightly as she lowers herself all the way. You both sigh with relief.

She lifts back up halfway and slowly goes back down and you have to throw your head back as a moan escapes your throat. She's so wet and as she slowly moves she feels hotter. She bottoms out and just gyrates her hips for a bit and you can feel that you fit perfectly inside her fully. “You hit every spot baby. AH! You feel so good!”

She leans over you slowly coming down to kiss your lips. The position has you only half inside her and your body reacts needing to be inside her more. You bend your legs and move your hips sliding all the way in. You both moan into the kiss being able to feel so much pleasure with her whole body on top of you breasts pressed together and lips locked is fucking phenomenal! The angle also allows her to match your hips and soon you both find a rhythm that feels far too good. “I can’t do this for long. Wanda your so tigh-FUCK! You feel so GOOD!”

She hums happily against your neck and bites down sucking hard to leave her mark on your neck and it’s too much to have her all over you to feel her blazing skin and sweet sweat and hard nipples. Her hot breath against your skin, her tongue on your pulse all while being inside her tight soaking wet heat.

You buck your hips out of rhythm and she sits up putting her hands on your breasts as she looks down at you. She smirks and then you feel her tighten around you. You can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips as she continues to purposely contract around you. You grab her hips hard. She sighs and moans and squeezes your boobs hard as she constricts you and slightly moves her hips up like she is trying to milk you and it works. You erupt even harder than before. Hot strings of your cum shoot inside her and have her coming hard pulsing and contracting around you even harder. She presses her hips down hard holding onto you making sure you fill her up as much as possible. It is a sight to see. Your hands grip her sides harder and she squeezes your breasts harder. Her own nipples are so hard you want them in your mouth desperately.

Her gaze finally meets yours after you both catch your breath “fuck that was so good baby I feel so full.”

She leans down and presses her lips to yours and moves her hands to tug your hair. Her hard nipples graze yours and you are so overwhelmingly sensitive that your body jolts and she bites your bottom lip. You whimper as she releases your lip from between her teeth. “Next time will be even better I want to fuck you so many different ways like this Wanda.”

“Mmm you have no idea baby girl I have so many ideas. I love coming with you!”

She sat up and bit her bottom lip before fidgeting with her fingers. You know she wants to ask something but she is blocking you from hearing her thoughts and she is hesitating. You sit up and suppress a groan at the feel of moving at all while still deep inside her. You caress her cheek softly with concern written on your face. “What is it, love?”

Her gaze locks on to you and your gaze softens. Her emerald eyes are so full of love.

“Would you let me get you pregnant? We could be pregnant together. We could create our family faster.”

AN: Who wants to see Wanda get the reader pregnant in the same way? Should I continue this or was this a horrible idea?

#wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #wlw #GP!#Enchanted strap #SMUT #Angst #Feels #Smut with Feels #Wanda deserves her lil happy family #we are all going to hell #idk where this came from I don't like dick

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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I know you aren’t taking requests again until March 12th, but I just wanted to ask early LOL!! Do you think you could write something about pregnant!reader and Austin being away for filming during her first trimester and when he comes back he notices her baby bump has developed and he goes feral (more breeding kink😸😸)

pop goes the bump

summary: your boyfriend- your eventual husband, truth be told, and you decide it's a good time to get pregnant before he goes off on location for filming. austin- gets a little surprise when he comes home. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1894 warning: oral ( f receiving ). talk of pregnancy. talk of a breeding kink. pregnant reader. implied p in v sex ( future ). hiding something from a partner, technically. author’s note: first off anon, thank you for this request even though it was during the gala and honestly, let me tell you the way you were like I KNOW IT'S NOT MARCH 12TH BUT I'M DOING IT EARLY to this day makes me giggle. second, you know how to dangle a prompt and say this is irresistable isn't it? austin butler breeding kink- one of my weaknesses. honestly breeding kink in general is but you know there's a reason i can pump breeding kink fics out really quickly for anyone. i hope you're okay with this being a plus sized reader, i can rewrite this fairly easily without it being that but- i said the words big girl in the beginning and, my brain just ran away with it. also i'm aware the first trimester ends at twelve weeks but as i did plus size i adjusted our timeline just a bit for this knowing fully well my own bump with my daughter didn't pop until about sixteen to twenty weeks. in addition not apologizing for the title being a play on pop goes the weasel.

The thing about your life with Austin is that you've gotten used to planning things around projects. You've been thoroughly thankful that since Elvis there hasn't been anything that ends in staying away in a different country for three years with a severe lack of communication. Only the typical several months of a filming schedule and award seasons that drag on but have an end goal in sight. Those are the sorts of things you can plan around, they are the things you thrive planning around. It's why after the Oscars you can't help but propose an idea to Austin.

"You want to try for a baby?" You ask simply with your head on his chest watching the sun slide slowly down the horizon, bathing you both in a warm glow. If you were a less perceptive woman you wouldn't have noticed how Austin's grip on your waist tightened and how he moved just enough to splay his hand on your stomach.

"I start filming for that movie in a few months," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, "you okay with that?"

Okay with being left alone while pregnant if it sticks before he leaves is what he means. However, at the same time it's also clarifying that you're okay with remembering he'll still be busy and may leave you alone to deal with your changing body. Your answer is a shrug as you turn to give him a kiss.

"As long as I'm not alone the whole time, I don't care. I'm a big girl, Austin."

The smirk that crosses his face as he shifts your positions is downright evil before he starts to kiss you. "Oh, I know just how much of a big girl you are, babe."

And so you try and try and try those four months before he leaves for filming and while it was discouraging to see your period come the first three months, you wait for your period to come that fourth month only to see nothing. Austin had to leave a week before and you couldn't help but call him the moment you confirmed it with the doctor. Yes, you could have told him when you had the positive test but you refused to get your hopes up until you could show him the little tiny speck of a baby on the sonogram photo. He talks about taking the weekend off to see you, to celebrate but you tell him that if he did that- he'd be gone longer on the backend of filming. He'd be gone longer when you're more pregnant than you are now so he's talked out of it, barely.

You never thought you'd be the sort of mom who watches all those little apps and tells their partner how big the baby is from week to week. It seemed silly to talk about babies being the size of blueberries and seeds and yet there was something so delightful, so touching about seeing the way Austin's face would light up at the knowledge of how your baby was growing and how he swears he sees your body changing. You have a bit of weight around the middle so you're pretty sure he's lying even if you can feel parts of your stomach hardening from the baby- from your uterus growing. Still, you show him your stomach every single week to document how it looks until one morning when you're sixteen weeks and you realize you can actually see a difference. You can see your bump- it's barely there but it's there, the physical representation that you're carrying Austin's and your child. That the baby is growing strong and healthy and going through all those little fruit sized milestones. You should show him, you think, you should show him like you have every week and yet this- this you want to keep to yourself until he comes home. It doesn't stop Austin from noticing how you don't show him the bump.

"Something wrong?" He asks, his brows furrowing just a little. "Nothing's wrong with-"

"No!" You answer a little too quickly, "no Austin, I would have told you if there was something wrong with them, I just- I don't want to show you any more until there's something you can see. Until I pop, you know?"

"Babe, I like seeing you grow, I don't-" He starts before stopping once he sees your face, sees how you stubbornly aren't going to show him a video of your bump. "You know I'm gonna see it come next month, right? In person."

You smile at the thought, smile at the fact that he's finally coming home after five months away and it almost makes you want to show him the little swell that you can finally tell is a baby. "I do. And that's why I think you can be patient and wait. It'll be worth it."

The answer he gives you is just a fond eye roll before he acquiesces, holding up his hands and telling you more about his day and how he's getting tips from some of the people on set who are parents. You listen without a care in the world as you rub at your bump.

Your belly continues to grow over the weeks until it's fairly obvious you're pregnant and not just carrying extra weight around the middle. It's firm and you swear you've felt a flutter or two from inside. You should show him and he keeps asking, almost begging after your last call but you know it'll be worth it to see the look on his face when he finally can see you in all your glory. Almost as if he wants to get back at you, he doesn't tell you when his flight is coming in beyond the day, leaving you to guess what time of the day he'd arrive. Still, you find yourself wearing a light green sundress on that day, it flows enough to not constrict your growing belly while still accentuating it enough that you keep looking down and smiling at it.

His plane lands around noon and he finds himself pulling up to your shared house around lunchtime, his key easily opening the front door and despite his call out to you, you don't hear him, earbuds firmly in your ears as you make yourself lunch. It doesn't take him long to follow the sounds of your singing to the kitchen where he stops in his tracks. Nothing could have prepared him for what he sees when you turn to throw something in the trash.

There's something to be said about his visceral reaction to you being literally barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen but his mind doesn't care. His mind that reminds him you've made fun of that phrase so many times that if you knew it's the first thing he thought of you'd laugh. But- but here you were, your dress stretching over your bump- God, when had it gotten so big- making lunch without a care in the world. He did that to you, he's made your chest swell, barely being contained by the top of your dress. He did that to you, made your belly grow and swell and you still had more months to go- he knows from the books this isn't even when the most growing happens. If he had seen you before now, seen even the hint of this swell he's pretty sure his reaction wouldn't be as strong as it is. He's pretty sure his cock wouldn't be standing at such attention that it's painful. He wants to fuck you, he wants to bury himself in your cunt and touch your stomach and whisper how he's going to always keep you this way now that he's seen how gorgeous you look carrying his child, how you look like a goddess. How you look like Venus, curves and swollen breasts and a stomach holding his child.

It's as if he's possessed when he sees you, throwing down his bags and immediately falling to his knees in front of you. You're startled and open your mouth to speak only to have his hands move to cup your stomach through your dress. His lips plant kisses all over it, over and over with mumbles you can't make out beyond our baby, gorgeous, can't believe you hid this from me, gonna keep you like this forever. The grin that threatens to overtake your face grows even more as you feel his hands move to the hem of your dress. He groans when he looks at your underwear, sees the wet spot he's already caused before dragging them down your legs just enough for him to place a kiss on your cunt. It twitches under the attention and you can feel the smirk he gives you. Words fail you as you feel his tongue against your cunt, licking slowly at first before one of his hands moves to spread you open, the other hand resting firmly on your bump. Your hands claw at the counter, praying that they'll help you stay standing up even as you grind into Austin's face. His nose nuzzles at your clit while his tongue dips in and out in a poor imitation of his cock. He knows you like the back of his hand, knows what gets you to come faster than any partner you've ever had but he isn't using it to his advantage this time. He's taking his time giving you leisurely licks around your clit, in your cunt, everywhere. His fingers tease you, crooking just so but not deep enough unless you grind down on them. It's a torturous game he's playing, it's a torturous punishment you've earned for not telling him but Austin is nothing if not kind. He's nothing if not kind as soon as he hears your whimpers and moans and feels one of your hands move to his hair, tangling within the strands and as he feels the other rest on top of his own against your bump.

Your orgasm comes quickly once he starts to attack your cunt with a vengeance, once his tongue runs across your clit, once his fingers crook and once he takes your hand and squeezes. You can't help the way you grind down as your oragasm overtakes you, wanting Austin to coax you through it, to lick you lightly through it as your legs shake and you lean against the counter for support. You hear a slurp that has you shuddering before Austin manages to pull himself out from under your dress, your release covering his lips and mouth as he grins up at you.

"Hi, mama."

You swear your heart skips in your chest as you look down at him and there it is again- that little flutter you swear you've been feeling. You exhale softly, and ruffle his hair. "Hi, daddy," you move to pull him up even as his hand never leaves your bump. "that was quite the hello. You like how I look?"

Austin lets out a shaky exhale before taking your hand and placing it in the front of his pants where his arousal is pushing against his sweatpants, "forget about lunch and I can show you how much."

The two of you order lunch about an hour later. You eat it an hour after that.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x plus size reader #ally writes

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/pinkandpurple360/734428651432591360/rewriting-the-i-like-tormenting-you-scene?source=share

Holy shit your writing of stella is amazing i would love to see more of your stella interpretation *picks your neurons in spoon like ice cream*

The "dragging me from one dollhouse to other" is just DAMN amazing and goes into my citation list. I see that Hellaverse isn't really egalitary and matriarchial so much (wtf where are moms that kills husbands why there are litterally so many characters who have dead moms...) as if it still have arranged marriages and i find it... Kinda... Stupid really idk... I want to see more punk and weirdness in hell, especially elite and hell culture. Btw they could just have random Orphan Child instead of their own lol. i think it would be fun since a lot of religious propagandist people i see are fixing about "making your own blood" on tv to convice people into making demography higher.

Like idk irl so much nonconfirmity and tradition repulsiveness considered terrible sin, i think they can have way more funnier culture and things than just plain anarchy. Or, like, monarchy and feodalism, but with more kill-counts. Idk what about instead of arranged marriage send your kids to marry who they want, have kids, but THEN make their kids forcefully friends-nemesis like in phineas in ferb lmao to express their wish to destroy other family and their plans, but not so much. So they can not only create one child, but multiple, so nemesis just try they best to have a bad effect on their younger siblings lol. Or try to make them into soblings. Or try their best to piss off them all. And parents may help both sides, or just laugh at them, and be proud. Now THAT'S the arranged shit i want to see rich elite characters in lol.

And also this ancient tradition help them to develop both social skills, manipulation skills, sarcastic remarks skill, and fighting skills, of course. That'll be funnier. I kinda just love seeing nonhuman characters acting nonhuman and managing their relationships nonhumanly, im very bored of seeing patriarchy in fictional species that can just not act in this way because why.

And your writing feels so much more natural than original, because... I like original stella because how comedical she is in her evilness (hiring killer right before victim right while dinner is a hella funny thing im ready to forgive all sins and oversimplyfying for it), but actually your version of writing is more relatable, and human-looking, and humane to her. And show her as not a pure evil i love it, since Stella in canon (and fanon because her poor writing) just made into a joke... And it honestly is the thing i don't like.

well... I lived with abusive family in a very weird situations. Basically horror irl, so it's indeed a shit story to be involved in as a kid. Amazing rewriting

Thank you!!!

Im so sorry you went through such a thing. Hope things are better now.

It felt soo cathartic just to write it and I’d recommend anyone who hates a scene to just rewrite it on your notepad or something because that genuinely helps. The inclusion of Octavia and how his gross sexual exhibitions affect her also felt very important to me. Because he refuses to ever accept it.

Thank youuu for picking my neurons hehe. Writing Stella is interesting because she’s such a blank slate, but there’s so much untouched subtleties. Her rage tendencies, her need to have money, an obsession with parties and stimulation, clearly the only source of excitement in her life.

Where are the moms who kill husbands? Stella is the only one, and this action makes her the next mom on the chopping block apparently. Crimson murders his wife and gets yaoi made of him despite the fact that he’s straight.

I too wish there was some semblance of a punk scene but everything gets labelled goth instead. Kindve a shame. And you’re right they don’t behave like birds at all, there’s no clever animal puns or character work being done. Swans peacocks parrots owls ravens? Why?

I wish Stella could be a character, while having her occasional moments of petty villainy and comedy. Stop trying to force a comic relief character to be this Uber serious abuser or whatever. Her story is just as sad as stolas in many ways and there’s no getting around it. The projection of amber heard hate onto her is so childish.

#helluva boss critical #Stella helluva boss #rewrite

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gabbasposts · 8 months

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>Luke Finding out you’re still alive and well, years later after he left Tatooine<

Star Wars: Luke Skywalker x fem Reader

Warnings: Angst, mild arguments, tragic past, reader has a sister who this is kind of centered around, but don’t worry, it isn’t an OC 💀 she can be whoever you want lol

(Not my gif)

A/n: this is a bit OoC, and maybe a little self indulgent. Reader has a sister who I don’t give a name because idk 💀 same with the parents. When I write for reader I don’t like using Y/n because I feel like Y/n in my mind after years of reading fanfics is their own individual character which is weird because technically they aren’t…

👁️👄👁️ at all… but yeah… anyways, if you like it, thanks!

He didn’t know what to think as you both stared at one another, in shock and mild dismay… mostly on your part.

It had been… well, for the better part of a few years since you had last seen one another.

He had left Tatooine before the news had reached you that the empire had raided his home and slaughtered both his uncle and aunt.

You remembered how you had rushed to his home immediately, asking anyone you knew Luke typically communicated with where he had gone and if he was hurt…

Your first regret… because what followed after multiple lonely nights of crying, and regretting the argument you had both gotten in which so happened to be the last time you saw him, you received news over the radio transmitter that none other than Luke Skywalker, had been awarded a medal for blowing up the Empire’s Death Star.

Of course, you had been thrilled then… relief had flooded your senses immediately once it became obvious that he hadn’t died with his uncle and aunt, despite the report only stating it was just the two of them who’s bodies had been found outside of the home… no one else’s.

Of course that didn’t mean you hadn’t mourned for the their losses just as you had for Luke before finding out he was alright… safe, and alive…

You blinked, turning your head as you adverted your gaze from him… you felt more than exposed right now. One he was standing in your home, your new home at that, which was the last place you’d ever want to see him again in… You hadn’t wanted to see him again, to be honest but it seemed your sister who stood starring at you with a wary, yet confident look in her eye, had other ideas.

You had already had a conversation about this… that you would not interfere in any decision that you two’s “parents” had made for her.

You were an adult now, and lived fairly close to them. Therefore you no longer had to abide by their rules… but because she was still young, and by law under their wing, you really didn’t have any say in the matter she kept trying to drag you in.

Which is why, even though your gaze wasn’t harsh as you stared back at her, you couldn’t help but to feel annoyed by her utter disregard for bringing not only a Jedi into your home when she knew your opinions on them, but one you had intimately known prior to you both coming to Naboo after the events that had taken place during your relationship with him… of course then, she had only been a baby.

Unaware of you two’s relationship, nor the fact she had met him before, shortly after she was born… so you couldn’t truly bring yourself to be angered by her look of both refusal to allow you to sit on the sidelines, as well as confusion for your obvious annoyance towards none other than Luke Skywalker, the hero and Jedi Knight who helped end the reign of the Empire. The same empire who killed your actual parents…

However… you could be mad that she brought someone, who she assumed would be a stranger to you, no matter the weight of his name… into your home.

You watched as she frowned, her eyes glancing to Luke’s for a moment before coming back to look at you, now shrinking inward a bit under your obvious stony gaze on her. She knew you hated having visitors…

She cleared her throat, seemingly get ready to address the situation but before she could even get a word out, his voice came through in a steady tone. “It’s alright… can I speak with your sister for a moment while you wait outside with the others?”

While his tone didn’t seem to be deterred by your blatant rudeness, that didn’t stop you from turning to shoot him a warning look. You already didn’t want to see him at all, a fact you were sure he was well aware of.

“No. I’m not her guardian by law, I’m her sister. She can choose to do whatever she pleases, but because she isn’t my responsibility I can’t sign for that.”

You turned away, moving towards your kitchen area as your sister began to follow you, letting out an exasperated sigh as you walked towards the tea kettle which had began to whistle… your heart racing but not with unease or happiness. It was anger…

Anger you had thought you had buried after years of both therapy and trying to shove all your old feelings inside so that you could focus on moving on with your life, and leaving that painful chapter behind, had just been re-ignited.

“But… please, don’t be like this! I know your worried I’m going to get hurt and all, but I’ll be fine! This is Luke-” your sister tried to reason with you, but you interrupted her, a slight venom dripping from your tone at his name was suddenly used aloud.

You heard it all the time wether you wanted to or not… you had thought you would be able to not have the walls of your home, your new home you had worked hard to get, tainted with the sound of it.

“I know who is.” You bit out, turning to glance at your sister who’s eyes only narrowed at the sudden bite in your tone. Luke winced internally, his jaw clenching slightly as his gaze fell to the ground for a moment… it wasn’t that he felt uncomfortable by your reaction, but more so the fact that he knew why you were having this reaction… after all, he was the reason.

“But at the end of the day, I can’t give permission when you aren’t my legal responsibility.” You stated, turning your attention back in front of you, as opened one of your cabinets to pull out a mug. Your sister was only a baby when things had transpired between you and Luke, and as for the parents, they were in actuality, your grandparents.

You simply referred to them as your parents due to the fact the kids you had finished primary school with, had been wicked enough to try and poke fun at the fact that you and your sister were basically orphans… and you didn’t want your sister who was far more sensitive to you, to have to fall victim to that as well when she started.

So you told her to refer to them as that when speaking outside of their home you had grown up in… it was sad that you had to even consider that, but children sadly could be cruel.

Your parents died when the empire invaded Tatooine looking for those who were alive, and had possibly known Luke in person… the same Luke who stood in front of you now. Only he was no longer the slightly light blonde he had been all those years ago, and his demeanor… it was still the same, but he didn’t have the familiar air of need in it.

Any other time, if you were being as stubborn as you were now, even prior to you two’s friendship becoming something more, he’d be hounding you down, questioning why you were being this way, and not hearing anyone out. It seemed he had become more patient… no doubt the Jedi training.

You had fled with her… your sister, in your hands the moment your father got word that they were approaching… you didn’t even get to hug your mother who had been screaming at you to run as the travel crafts approached…

“I know that!” Your thoughts were broken by your sister and you turned to look at her, your gaze turning bitter at your sudden recollection of the now painful memories.

“But mom and dad aren’t going to let me go because they don’t think I should. They think I should stay here with you guys, and considering you had to basically beg them to let you go to university, I think they’d be more inclined to listening to you about this! Please, I want you to help us convince them.” She stated, walking beside you in an attempt to face you, but you kept your eyes on the cup in front of you.

The thing is, you didn’t convince them… after multiple arguments and them repeatedly saying no, you left to attend much to their annoyance. But they weren’t angry enough to not allow you to communicate with your sister, and come visit on vacations.

“Please, I’m not doing this. If you want to go, then go. Besides, don’t the Jedi take force sensitive children anyway?” There was a sudden shift in energy in the room.

It wasn’t a heavy one in the sense you suddenly felt like you were in danger, but it was one that made you feel like what you had said had been wrong which you couldn’t pinpoint why considering, it was a known fact.

“No. That was the old way, we don’t work like that anymore. I dont work like that.” Luke’s voice cut in, a frown on his face as he took a step forward towards the kitchens entryway. “The new Jedi order I’m creating isn’t one that takes or separates children from their homes, and families. I only take in those under my wing, and mentorship if they reach out through the force first, which is what your sister did.”

You didn’t know why, but his sudden defensive response was almost nostalgic. He wasn’t a confrontational person, however, he was someone who always tried to call out things he didn’t agree with no matter if it would escalate.

You simply chuckled, nodding a bit before your lips pursed as stared at him. Surprisingly, the twitch in his brow that usually followed when he felt like he wasn’t being taken seriously never came... “Well then, if that’s the case she wants to go. So take her.”

“No!” Your sisters voice cried out in alarm as she rushed in front of you. For a moment, your cocky steel faced facade slipped from your face as you took in her sudden watery gaze.

“Please, help me… I don’t want them to hate me! They didn’t talk about you for months after you left, even after they let you go and I didn’t hear from you for long after. I thought I’d never see you again, and I don’t want them or you to hate me…”

Her voice quivered as she looked up at you, and immediately, your instincts took over as you moved to place your hands on her shoulders in an attempt to calm her sudden shaking.

While you we’re confident she knew you meant it out of wanting her to do what she pleased, you couldn’t help but to feel a little upset with yourself, having upset her… and it had came from a place of wanting to elicit some emotion from him nonetheless.

You wanted him to react in anger so that you could bring up the fact your parents died trying to protect you and your sister… they died lying about not having a clue who Luke was despite the fact you had brought him to your home as much as you could when he had been free from chores, due to both your parents liking and accepting him enough to let you go out with him… you felt like through your actions of being with him, and loving him, you had damned your family… and you hadn’t even received an apology, or any sort of sympathy from him. Not for killing your parents of course… you knew he had no part in that, but it was the fact that the empire had been on the haunt for him since his feat having to do with the death star, and you were positive your parents hadn’t been the only one to die in the hands of the empire for merely knowing Luke at one point before he left…

And even now, as he adverted his gaze, you knew he knew…

“Hey now… stop that. I would never hate you for wanting to choose what you want to do in your life. I love you, and you know that.” You said, your tone softened naturally due to her frantic emotional response. You tilted her chin to look at you gently, not wanting her to recoil from you in anger and hoping she understood your words as you kneeled down to her level.

“Listen, if you feel me coming with you to tell mom and dad your leaving to become a Jedi is the right decision… I’ll do it.” Her eyes widened slightly before returning to that familiar frown you had grown accustomed to seeing… she was just as miserable living with your grandparents here on Naboo as you had been when you had lived under their roof.

And even though you were basically offering to help her despite not wanting to… you knew she didn’t want you to just do so because it’s what she wanted. She wanted you to genuinely think it a good idea, letting her go this. To support her as she always did you.

And again, even if you didn’t want to, because that meant you’d have to stand in front both her, and him as a shield to protect them from your grandparents possible wrath having to both see him, as well as give up another grandchild to let them lead their lives… you’d do anything for her.

“But…” your shoulders squared as you mentally formulated as best as you could, how to tell her you truly thought it’d be a bad idea trying to bring Luke with her, without specifically telling her she shouldn’t...

“I can tell you now, mom and dad aren’t going to say yes. Because despite telling you they gave me their blessing, they didn’t say yes to me. I left. Because I knew if I didn’t, I would be stuck living the same life you’re trying to escape now.” You frowned, hating to admit you did leave her even though it was in hopes of coming back with a career so that you could hopefully move her in with you… and while you did have it now, it seemed it was too late… she had already found a path she wanted to walk down.

She shook her head gently, her eyes still on you. “You really think they could forgive me for doing this? That I’ll be able to visit one day once my training is over, and they’ll be alright with the fact I just up and left?”

“Yes.” You steeled your voice, wanting to know you were being serious.

“I do. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you it’ll be immediate. Which is why I hope that this path you me choosing will pay off… because if it doesn’t, and you return without anything, they won’t let you live it down.” You were starting to hate how much you were recalling bitter memories now… when you had first visited them a few months after leaving for vacations, they repeatedly kept pointing out the fact you had no career, or solid work experience. As if a few months would’ve been enough to establish that…

“At least if you get the Jedi title you want so badly, they’ll be forced to keep quiet and admit they were wrong. But this has to be something you’re confident about.”

Luke nodded, agreeing with you as your sister turned to look at him. “Your sisters right. It’s important you’re confident that this is what you want… while I won’t ever deny you passage to leave if you ever would like to return home and stop your Jedi training, it’s best your sure you won’t have doubts in the future.”

You couldn’t help but to nod in agreement, even if felt uneasy with his words. If his new order truly was one that was different from the old, that meant his promise of allowing her to return safe and sound, was true… she knew Luke wouldn’t kill her if she decided to abandon his order, but the Jedi of the old would’ve thought otherwise… there weren’t many known Jedi who had been able to leave peacefully and tell the tale.

And if they were, they were most likely still in hiding despite the original order now lying doormat.

Your right hand moved to rest on the left side of her face, thumbing away the tears that were escaping before your other hand followed pursuit on her right… she wasn’t that old, yet she still had the same baby face you knew Luke recognized. And yet it seemed he wasn’t willing to tell her they had met before, just as much as you weren’t ready...

Timidly, she nodded. Her eyes moved to look down at the necklace hanging around your neck, a copy of the one that hung around her own.

While it was still evident that she was a worried, she physically calmed a bit at your touch. Something you felt happy about considering despite you two’s grandparents taking you under their wing, they very much like your parents, were traditional people. And emotional responses like hers were usually met with threats to either give them more to cry about, or to fix their faces and suck it up.

Another reason she had left her grandparents home, and sometimes felt a bit bitter about her parents despite missing them badly…

Ignoring the presence that stood across from them, watching the scene unfold, you looked down at your lap, your mind seemingly growing more tired by this interaction… “Listen. Go with Luke if your sure this is what you want to do… I’ll talk to mom and dad. They’re not going to listen, but I can assure you they won’t hate you.”

With a heavy sigh, your eyes met hers again, and you couldn’t help but to smile sadly at her. Part of you wanted to tell her no…

To stay with you, due to the fact that you were the only immediate family she had. Not to mention, she was so… young, innocent, and sometimes gullible.

And her overwhelming kindness was definitely an aspect she had adopted from you guy’s mother, whilst you seemed to have inherited your pessimistic and hardened personality from your father.

“Are you sure?” She frowned more, her eyes searching yours and even though you didn’t carry the force like she did, you could sense the sudden anxiousness rising from her. “I’m positive. They’ll riot the moment they see you walk in with him, and you know how they are… leave it to me.”

It was weird… when you had been apart, you had never been one to suddenly develop immediate anxiety, even when what happened between you and Luke, who still stood with his own expression of worry on his face, had transpired… of course you had been naturally worried for the only man you at the time, foolishly declared you loved… but you didn’t count that. He wasn’t family. Not anymore.

Yet, when you had been at your university, you’d sometimes get these sudden anxious feelings that would cause you to squirm in your skin… sometimes in the literal since that you’d shudder, or your breathing would become a bit ragged.

Almost immediately your thoughts would rush to your sister, and you wasted no time leaving either mid-lecture, or hangout with friends, to race back to your dormitory and call her… and sure enough, she’d either be just as anxious or upset about something.

Maybe it had to do with her seeking you out through the force when she developed these feelings. Maybe it was simply because you were sisters… either ways, it was like you could sense her emotions no matter where you were, or how close you two were to one another. And the aspect of her ever feeling nervous or upset while you most likely wouldn’t be able to go directly to her was a thought that filled you with dread… but you didn’t want to be another version of your grandparents.

And you did have confidence she’d become an amazing Jedi. After all, she was more experienced with the force than you

“What if they don’t… what if they don’t forgive me?” Her voice was a bit more steady, but still held that hint of anxiety she typically carried with her. You smiled sadly, before smirking and shaking your head. “Then you have me. And that’s all that matters, right?”

Her face slowly shifted from that sad worrisome gaze, to a small smile as she nodded steadily her eyes still glued to yours. “Yeah…”

You smiled leaning in to kiss her forehead before standing, straightening your posture as your face steeled itself to face Luke who had watched the display, a small smile of his own having overcame him even though your face had shifted to one of indifference as you looked at him. “I can tell you right now, you walk into our parents home and try to convince them, you might not walk out…Therefore, I’ll allow you train her.”

He stood still for a moment, his gaze on yours. That familiar softness emitting from them that years ago, you would’ve blushed at and wanted to push yourself into his embrace like the silly little teen girl you had been…

But your eyes… you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him with that same softness, and familiarity that would’ve been easy to stomach his sudden re-appearance back in your life… you had hated him for so long after you had left Tatooine… you hated him for never sending you a letter or messaging you to tell you he was alright… You hated him for never reaching out when your parents had been slaughtered by the empire, it didn’t matter that he had help put an end to... You hated yourself for giving yourself to him fully before he had left Tatooine, wanting and assuming that you’d be together through thick and thin afterwards, and most importantly, even if he had been in the right during you two’s argument… an argument that had started on your accord due to you thinking you were so in love with him, that maybe he’d consider marrying you and having a family instead, when you knew he wasn’t in a rush to do that and he wanted to do things before settling down… you had hated him for it…

He looked down, his hands behind his back as he began to approach the two of you. He reached out, resting a gentle hand on your sisters shoulder, and smiling at her as she did him at the sudden contact… you don’t know why, but your stomach twisted at her expression.

Maybe it was because she didn’t know it was because of him knowing their family so intimately, it was the reason that had gotten their parents killed… maybe it was because it was like looking into a mirror, and immediately making out the obvious blind trust and admiration that her sister held in her eyes for the man, that was now a galaxy renowned hero, and being reminded that she had once gazed up at him with the same adoration, trust, and love for him, at one point in their lives... Regardless, it made her suddenly want to yank her sister back, but she calmed herself, her harsh gaze turning to look back at him.

His smile fell into a steady expression as he regarded her. No doubt sensing her emotions for him now through the force. “I swear on my life, I’ll protect her and guide her in the path of light. I won’t ever put her, nor any of the children under my wing in immediate harms way. I can promise you that.”

“You better.” You replied. The sudden bite in her tone returning. “I’ll kill you if so much of a hair is harmed on her.” The sudden harshness in your tone didn’t go unnoticed by your sister, as her sudden frantic voice broke through, calling your name.

Your threat didn’t deter him however. He only nodded, a smile appearing on his face once more as he gazed at you again with that familiar smile you felt yourself beginning to hate even though, the tiniest part of you missed it…

“I promise. No harm will come her way.” You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you turned to look back at your sister. Your eyes naturally softening as you gazed down at her slight horrified gaze on you due to your hostility which was unknown to her… you had always attempted to shield her away whenever you were beginning to grow upset, not wanting to display that image of you to her no matter what the situation was.

But with him suddenly coming back… it’s like you couldn’t possess yourself to have an ounce of self control over your emotions.

“If anything happens, call me. I’ll be there in light speed before you can blink. And if anything happens, regarding him, give him hell.” You watched as she groaned, turning to look at Luke, muttering a small apology for your behavior but he only smiled telling her it was alright…

You two had hugged each other once more… you possibly doing so a little more tightly than anticipated but she didn’t comment on it.

When you had separated, you smiled kissing her forehead once more, before you two spoke your goodbyes and promises of meeting once again, before she joined Luke at the door.

“I love you, and I’ll call you everyday after training.” She promised, before exiting from the door after you had nodded.

Luke followed behind her, and while you weren’t happy to see her leave, you felt a small sense of relief watching him follow after her. Not just for the fact he was leaving your house, but… you trusted him oddly enough to hold his promise…

He stopped just before exiting fully, turning to spare you a glance, a sad expression appearing on his face as you two stared at one another for a moment in silence…

“… I can’t change the past. But… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I hope you can believe me.” He didn’t wait for your reply, a part of him not wanting to wait and see your reaction as he quickly exited your home, closing the door behind him.

You had been doing so well… so well, before he came back.

With the door closing behind him, your face finally fell, and you walked over to your couch, sitting down quickly before your legs could give out as you began to sob.

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