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yanderestarangel · 8 months

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୨♡୧ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ୨♡୧

TW: angst, daddy issues, daddykink, praise kink, slight smut, gn reader, description of mental suffering, unreliable narrator.

Inspirations - "Daddy issues" the neighborhood and "the crow" by Edgar Allan Poe.

Bi Han was always your safe haven, the man who, despite being cold and harsh, managed to leave you well in his hands, the walks outside in the gardens, at sunset with the cool breeze of air on the two of you's sweaty skin, after an exercise from the Liu Kuei clan. The lights mixed incessantly with the desire for a new day, a new day that you could be in Bi Han's arms again, in a more intimate way, like a lover, like his odyssey.

The grand master, so feared by everyone, was a man who welcomed you in the worst moments, giving you the pleasure of being truly accepted by someone in such a cruel and empty reality, he was your master, your teacher, but also your friend , your man, your impossible passion.

Bi Han always found your eyes reflected by an impossible connection for several reasons of unfortunate fate, one of them being his position as grand master, he was and had to be a serious man and older than you, even though you two were adults he I just knew I wasn't good enough for you.

So many nights you ran, with sore, cut feet across the steep forest floor with tears in your eyes towards Bi Han's house, he was already waiting for you at the door, he knew your problems. His muscular and slightly cold arms surrounded you, a chaste and long kiss was received by the older man's lips.

"-Go ahead and cry, little boy/girl, nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got issues." -Bi Han spoke with a deep and calm voice, a side that only you knew existed, as he ran his hand through your hair, your tears fell on his arm, salting his skin, but he didn't care what mattered was you, in that At the moment it was just you and him in everyone.

"-And if you were my little boy/girl, I'd do whatever I could do... I'd run away and hide with you.." -He whispered in your ear, an impossible promise, an empty truth, a sweet lie, but you needed sweet things and even though it was impossible you wanted to believe, to cling to a reality that you and Bi Han were more than just grand master and ninja apprentice.

It wasn't impossible to deny the exchange of looks between you, every touch, every caress wasn't a secret, but no one would dare question the nature of the two of you. The nights lying beneath him, with Bi Han's silky black hair falling over his face, his skin reflected in the moon.

"-Are you okay to continue?"

"-You're doing so well"

"-Those are such pretty sounds."

"-One more for me, you've done such a good job for me."

"-I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced."

"-You open up so nice for me."

"-You look so silly and cute squirming like that."

"-I really want to spend my entire life by your side (Y/N)" - Bi Han spoke in a hoarse tone, grotesque moans, louder than the eternal evil of greed in his own mind, sickened by the thirst for power, you knew, you always knew he was a broken man but those moments of lustful voluptuousness, lying in the soft, gentle bed of your hidden lover. The moon was the only witness to such feats of the intimate encounter between the two of you.

But that didn't last long.

Bi Han broke, you could be his love, his refuge of peace, the hope of an empirical and silent future, unique and direct days, lost in a dismal space deep in the soul and mind of your former lover, he betrayed his brothers, he sought the power he so desired, you were now seen as weak, an obstacle for him.

Nothing else was important to him at that moment, the pain of immortal longing, the emptiness in his cold chest and his heart beating faster with each memory of you, sitting in his solitude, the fortress that surrounded him, echoed, seized the feeling of having you and understand the love and passion that was lost in the mortal days, where Bi Han's war for power made you turn away from him.

You sent letters and everything you could, trying to communicate with him, but no response, no sign of life in your love. Then, you saw him later, married to a powerful woman, who was going to help him make the new Liu Kuei clan strong, you were in shock, but you just walked past him, saying...

"-Nevermore."

He would never forget your words.

Bi Han, found sitting at rest, in vain, the quiet of his thoughts, the soft thought of your name echoed in his chest. "-(Y/N)." such a name, which he will never forget.

The snow and wind breached the open windows, entering the room unceremoniously, then a familiar voice whispered in the night along with the cold wind.

"-Nevermore."

Bi Han trembled, his legs slowly gave out, he had lost everything, he wanted you again, but it was just a projection of guilt, the punishment of fate for leaving you, even though he was meditating, waiting, conjecturing, your voice didn't stop , taking away the balm of little peace pretended and created, in a lie of power and conquest that he lived.

He whispered your name, letting it echo through the dimly lit room, the pain of guilt, the pain of having lost you, the pain of having thrown away a future with you left his soul in an eternal cry of regret and suffering, never calmed by these immortal hours.

The Time continued, his life passed, but without you, it was like claws opening his chest, a pain that was already raw, and remembering your words he understood, he would never have you back.

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luvulyy · 2 months

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍.

𝖹𝖴𝖪𝖮 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SMOKING WEED

The feeling of Zuko's feet and legs tangled up in yours was the best sensation you had ever experienced.

Though that might be the weed speaking. You didn't think you would have believed he was this close to you if you both were sober.

The others were camped up in the far end of the Air Nomad temple. It was a bright night, the moon high in the sky was your only company as the embers of your campfire spluttered. When Zuko had emerged to the part of the ruins you often occupied on sleepless nice you'd quickly known what he was seeking.

A reprieve from silent four walls. A comfort only your company could give him. Plus it didnt hurt that he knew exactly how you tended to spend evenings like this, lazily smoking and admiring the stars.

There had been little words exchanged as Zuko joined your place sitting against the ruined walls, there wasn't any need to. Maybe you were afraid it would break the moment, silent and serene as the night chill swirled around you.

The closest you got to speaking was Zuko's nod of gratitude when you first offered him the joint.

The silence was short lived however, shattered when Zuko's body began to shake with the force of coughing. You instinctively began to rub his back, ignoring how much you enjoyed the sensation. It came far too casually, the urge to just continuously stroke your hand up and down his back.

As the coughs eased Zuko spluttered into his fist. 'Fuck, how can you stand that shit. My throat burns.'

You chuckled lowly, still not removing your hand. 'Mad talk from the firebender.'

Zuko tsked under his breath and finally passed it back, not meeting your eyes. You pulled deeply, enjoying the warm sensation that travelled through your body. You let your head lull back against the cold bricks, eyes lazily drawn to Zuko.

They always were, high or not. Not that you'd ever consider acting on your feelings.

Still, that didn't stop you when you finally moved your hand, instead travelling up to throw an arm across his shoulders. You pulled him into your side gently, only offering 'It's cold and you're hot, don't blame me' as explanation.

You ignored the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, and feigned ignorance when Zuko snuggled in the slightest amount.

As you returned the joint to him your eyes met and electricity flushed down your spine. It was impossible not to drown in his amber eyes, they were all you could see. They almost seemed to sparkle, rivalling the celestial view framing him. The slight red tinging his waterline complimented his usual colour scheme.

He was even more adorable than usual like this, relaxing into the high and your touch. Seeing him not entirely strung for once was nice. Endearing.

With another hit Zuko relaxed even further, melting into your side. As his head resting softly began against you you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat.

You could feel the line between you starting to blur. It was nothing new, there were times during the day you contemplated it. Times he looked at you with an indecipherable expression. With something you hoped was the affection you were also harbouring deep down.

You watched as Zuko went for a second pull and didn't get stop him. Maybe you were a little biased. Something you instantly regretted as he was hit with yet another wave of coughing. The two of you had no choice but to wait it out, silent until he stifled them to an occasional occurrence.

Zuko's eyes fell to you, tracing your face in true out of it fashion. 'How do you do this without dying? It's actually so unfair. Favouritism.'

You snorted in what you were sure was an attractive manner. Then paused as an idea came to you.

'Here, how bout we try something, might help you with the coughing.' You offered, face slack as to not give anything away.

The future fire lord simply raised an eyebrow sceptically. 'When has an idea of yours ever done us good?'

'You trust me?' You shot back, feeling emboldened by the high and atmosphere.

Zuko still looked unsure but nodded.

You tried to swallow your anxieties. This could either go very good or very wrong.

You inhaled deeply, eyes not leaving his. Then gestured for him to come closer, which he wordlessly obeyed. You turned your head, he was now so much closer than you'd expected. You drank in every beautiful detail of his face, so soft yet handsome in every way.

'Open?' You whispered lowly, holding the smoke in your lungs. Zuko's eyes widened slightly as he caught on, but he still did as told. You inched slightly closer, lips almost touching, then gently exhaled the puff into his mouth.

Zuko mimicked your deep breath in and blinked cutely when the inevitable wave of coughing never came. He seemed at a loss for words.

'That alright?' You pressed, body tense in anticipation. You really had no idea how he would react.

Yet all you got was a shrug as the firebender resumed his position using you as support. 'I'm not coughing my guts up, which is a start. What was that anyway?'

'Shotgunning.' You replied simply, playing it off as something casual and definitely didn't make your heart beat faster. You took another pull just to distract yourself, occupy your mind with something other than replaying the tantalising memory of his lips right next to yours.

You sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the ease his presence brought you. The fire crackled lazily but you made no motion to tend to it, instead Zuko lazily flicked his wrist and it roured back to life. You were admiring the flames dance when he spoke.

'Can we do it again?'

You froze like a deer in headlights. The courage you'd mustered earlier was nowhere to be found. But the buzz at the edge of your senses eased you. And the pink lingering on his cheeks was equally encouraging.

'If you're sure...' You offered softly, leaving things to Zuko. You didnt want to pressure him, didnt want to leave any chance of misreading where things were going.

Zuko shifted so his face was opposite yours again, eyes perfectly focused on yours. He shifted slightly so his forehead was pressing gently against yours. It was so gentle and intimate it took everything you had to resist holding him.

'I'm sure.' He whispered back, and the crystal clear question in his eyes left nothing unanswered.

You took another pull, and returned your lips to a hair's breath away from his. Pausing for a second to enjoy the moment, the warmth radiating from his presence, his closeness.

Then you exhaled. You moved impossibly closer to aim for his mouth, at the same time he raised his head to meet yours.

And somewhere along the way his lips found yours.

They were just as soft as you'd imagined, pressing against you with adorable shyness yet eager. Your breaths mingled and smoke danced between you. He tasted of weed and cold night air and it was the best thing you'd ever tasted. It was addictive, better than any drug.

As Zuko's grip found your collar and pulled you impossibly closer, you got a feeling that the shotgunning wasn't going to be a one time thing. Or the kissing.

#this is projecting me and my bf smoking #im the one coughing im zuko #zuko #zuko x male reader #atla zuko #x male reader insert #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #atla x reader #zuko x gender neutral reader

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iliektehhaxs · 3 months

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So close, and yet so far

Aka: Johnny finds a new obsession in you.

Pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish/Reader

Rating: 18+

This was heavily inspired by this lovely ghost/reader camgirl fic, so I decided to throw my hat in the ring. I wrote this in two hours with no editing 🥴

You’re a sweet thing, honeysuckle, ambrosia. The kind of sweet that lingers in your mouth and leaves an aftertaste. He guesses that’s why he returns to your stream every day—like honey, and just as sticky.

Johnny’s bored one day, absentmindedly palming his boxers as he browses for a good video. Not one to be picky, but something about today has him particularly on edge, not quite able to find his release. His usuals just aren’t doing it.

Then he finds an ad for a cam site and sees you on the front page.

You catch his eye immediately, wondering what a cute lass like you is doing on a site like this. The link takes him to your stream and his cock hardens in his boxers, not quite believing what his eyes see.

You’re a dream in a pair of soft pink panties, the kind of girl he’d never believe would be working as a cam girl unless he saw it for himself. Legs spread, bright pink vibrator buzzing between your legs, nearly in tears as your back arches off the bed. A hoard of men throwing donations at the screen, hoping for your attention.

He watches for a while more, impossibly hard as your legs shake around the toy, writhing in pleasure. In the corner of the screen he sees a message that makes him throb in his hand.

Valentines special! Top donator of the day gets to hear me moan their name! <3

Thank fucking Christ he had his card number memorized.

Within a day he became your top donator, the emptiness of his wallet meaning nothing when it meant he got to see you spread open on camera, rubbing at your pretty cunt while moaning his name, shaking your hips and displaying your wet pussy for him to see.

“Johnny, Johnny—oh god—“

You sound like heaven in his ears, memorizing each and every sound you make when your fingers find your clit and rub. His hand matches your pace, thumb pressing against his leaking slit and nearly drooling when you grind yourself against your hand with his name on your lips.

You’re beautiful like this, makes him wish he could actually touch you. His cock twitches at the thought, groaning when he reaches down and plays with his balls in tandem.

A day to remember, he swears he’s never come that hard before. His head falls back, not giving a damn if his neighbors hear how loud he moans your name when his cum splashes on his stomach. It drips from his fingers, the slick of it echoing in the room as he vigorously strokes himself through his orgasm. His arm burns with exhaustion, the head of his cock blooming red, so sensitive it becomes damn near painful and yet he doesn’t stop, not until he sees your pretty cunt gush over your fingers.

You make a mess of yourself, and so does Johnny. The cycle repeats the next day, when he returns for another session. This becomes a regular habit.

You’re a constant in his life, the moment you go live he’s always the first to join. His pretty bird, his girl. There’s a possessiveness that seeps into every message he sends, lighting up when you read each one and get flustered at the sight. He can tell you’ve never been treated how you aught to be, can see it in the way your legs squeeze together with every donation.

So he sends you a private message after a month, anxious for your response.

How much for a private session?

And when you give him a price, he’s over the fucking moon. The amount didn’t matter to him, just as long as he got to see you.

Truly a shame he thinks, his little bird going so long without a real man to take care of you. But it’s okay, because now he can lavish you with the attention you’ve needed for so long.

You seem so shy in private, so demure. He knows better of course, has an entire folder on his laptop of you being anything but a fucking angel, but it still shocks him how innocent you seem.

Hands adjusting your outfit, every detail fiddled with until it’s perfect, until you’re satisfied with how your lace fits on your body. A strap here, a crease there. He admires how well you get dolled up for him.

A message flashes on the screen, fifty dollars lighting up. Your eyes light up at the notification, looking over at the bold letters with a smile.

You look so hot today

Your laughter sounds as sweet as you look. “Thank you! I just bought this set.”

You press your tits closer, presenting them to the camera. “Bought it for you, actually. Do you think it looks nice?”

A siren call, he can’t help but be drawn to the view. Johnny licks his lips at the sight, the ambient light casting a soft glow on your exposed cleavage. It makes him want a closer look.

His fingers move quick as anything, not even looking at the screen, completely focused on your body.

$150: you look more than nice lass. let’s see some more.

Familiarity lights up on your features, groaning at the sight of that subtle little grin spreading across your face.

“Of course Johnny,” you whisper, the sound of his name like a melody between your lips. You adjust your camera closer, grabbing at your breasts. “Is this what you wanted?”

No, what he wants is to replace your hands with his own. What he wants is to bite at the supple flesh with his teeth and rip off the flimsy fabric that hides you away from him.

His hand strokes against the bulge that grows in his boxers as he sends another donation.

$150: you don’t want to know what I want lass.

He loves the look in your eyes, how your pupils dilate when they read it over once, twice. Your lips caught between your teeth, you pull at your nipple through the fabric as you sigh in relief.

“Always a smooth talker…” you whisper.

He watches you from lidded eyes—makes him wonder how you got to this profession, knowing that some dirty talk is enough to have you squirming on camera.

Imagine if he was actually in the room with you, the things he’d say. The things he’d do.

The thought leaves him breathless. One day he’ll have you all to himself, but for now, he’ll settle for a screen.

#robo writes #call of duty #call of duty smut #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish smut #John soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #John soap mactavish smut #soap x reader #soap smut #personally he’s not obsessed enough for my taste but IM LAZY XOXO #Johnny soap mactavish x reader #Johnny soap mactavish smut

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thelunarfairy · 3 months

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No matter what they say, it's a lunar rock

The metaphor between the lines, Amane finding a way and allowing himself to share his feelings through it. The intense and dominating desire to conquer the moon, to finally reach it. So painfully distant.

When he could finally be so close to it, when a fragment of the moon would fall in his backyard, then he had hope that this was a part of the moon, no matter what they said.

The moon, Tsukasa.

So unreachable, so distant, so mysterious. The moon, which sometimes has a side devoured by darkness, a side that cannot be seen without light.

So, the metaphor, the moon of Amane, the unreachable twin, who wants to be further and further away, as if it were impossible to reach him, no matter how hard he tries.

It will be?

There is still Tsukasa inside those dark eyes, he is there. That is Tsukasa, a fragment of the original, a piece of the moon, a part of Tsukasa that disappeared at the age of four.

And no matter how much they say that that's not Tsukasa, Amane will always believe that it's him.

"No matter what they say, we believe" no matter what they say, he is my brother.

But ultimately, it was like he knew it was fake. As much as he believed it wasn't, as much as he wanted it.

That rock wasn't a moon rock, and Tsukasa wasn't his brother.

That was what was in Amane's head, so young, so inexperienced in life, and even more inexperienced in the supernatural. He doesn't accept that this is Tsukasa, the younger brother who tends to abandon him and who used to do things with refined cruelty, we could assume given the younger brother's new nature.

Tsukasa is still there, he is the same, but he returned with a small surprise embedded in his chest, rooted and dividing decisions, influencing, killing. Does little Tsukasa live in the middle of chaos?

He is chaos.

Chaos in the midst of calm, opposites in every way. Tsukasa was the one who wanted to return with death embedded in his chest, he decided alone.

So, would Amane be in confusion, because death attracts Tsukasa much more than living next to him? Oh, painful.

It's painful to imagine that someone would rather die than be by their side, no matter how hard you fight for them.

Tsukasa was the moon rock, which Amane struggled to believe was the real thing, but after so many years, he decided to believe it was fake. It was easier, his brother would never do that.

Tsukasa would always be by his side, would always want to be saved by him. Where is Tsukasa?

When Amane gave Tsuchigomori the rock, he declared there that he was giving up believing that she was from the moon, he was giving up believing that the Tsukasa who was with him was the same one from four years ago.

Amane was the one who insisted on believing that he was the real one, even though everyone said he wasn't, but even he couldn't maintain his own belief.

He simply accepted that it was fake, that this was not his brother, and that he could never reach him.

In the same way he accepted that he won't reach the moon

He's not going anywhere.

Because he gave up everything.

Amane, that's still Tsukasa, and the moon can still be reached, just, open the windows, the two are waiting for you.

Allow yourself to dream again, because they have always been with you. They were always the real ones.

It's time for you to be too, use your words, they will take you higher than you managed to reach, they will take you to Tsukasa, and if you reach him, you will finally be able to reach the moon, after all, that's not it What does it represent to you?

The moon.

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natsvenom · 2 months

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Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

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darkhymns-fic · 1 month

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Overtime

On his day off, Husk gets a visit from Alastor. It's routine.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters/Pairing: Husk/Alastor Rating: M Word Count: 1640 Mirror: AO3 Notes: Warning for suggestive situations here and some dubious consent. Just a short fic inspired by this art from @star-junk. It just really made me want to write something with it, so I hope it's okay!

It’s the creak of the bed that finally wakes Husk up. Wide-eyed. Fur standing on end. Vulnerable.

Maybe he should be surprised, but he's not at all. All he can think about is how damn tired he is. He’d already had to deal with errands and stocking up the bar, the crates full of bourbon and absinthe wrecking his back as he carried them. He’d had to deal with multiple grabby hands from the same eight-eyed customer, who whined about not getting his attention. And as well, any weird new activity Charlie was cooking up for the hotel residents, and pulling him into it. Not like Husk’s seeking redemption. He isn’t foolish enough to believe it could ever be for him.

There’s a small dip from behind him, on his bed. Another creak. It’s dark, but Husk doesn’t really need to see. The soft shine of red tells him everything he needs to know.

Another of his boss’s little visits.

Husk’s not alert enough to decide what to do. His limbs still feel heavy and his mouth is all dry from drinking himself to sleep. The weight keeps moving around on top of him, softly treading, like an animal through the brush. What makes it all the more eerie though is that he can’t even hear the shadow over him breathe.

That’s when he feels the hand on his wing.

He grits his teeth, then shivers. His throat rumbles with a sound he could barely restrain, still moving out of the shades of sleep.

Husk realizes too late that he’s not wearing anything. He always goes to bed bare, his own fur a bitch to deal with.

Finally, a voice.

“Dear Husker,” Alastor whispers, leaning down just a bit. The filter over his voice seems to dial all the way down to low. “You sleep so deeply. And it’s already past noon.” He tsks. “Such a layabout.”

Husk softly groans, all as Alastor keeps his hand in that same place. “Well, I was sleeping fine before you fucking showed up. And what do you care how I spend my Saturday?”

He doesn’t need to look to know how deep Alastor’s smile is, how it cuts into his face until it’s all he is.

Before Husk can even ask what’s the goddamn occasion now, the hand on his wing shifts. A thumb rubs against his feathers, the palm edging across the bend of his wing. The upper feathers are shorter, but they’re also sensitive. He’d give his own bottle of whiskey away if it meant he’d just have less of these stupid fucking soft spots of his, where any stimulation at all just did something to him.

And Alastor knows just where such spots were. Just right there, at the wing’s curve, where the feathers softened, where the red edges into the black. The wings had always been such a cruel joke, with its alternating patterns that resembled some cheap roulette wheel. It was always the one game it had been impossible for him to cheat at.

Alastor’s fingers curl into his wing, the thumb continuing to rub patterns, as if he’s memorizing every soft thread that makes up Husk’s body.

“Come on, why are you–” Husk cuts himself off, his body still struggling with the depth of his fatigue. Infuriating that this is all it takes for Alastor to get such reactions from him, and that he knows just when to do it.

But, despite it all, Husk finally gets his body to half-turn instead of just stretching like some depraved animal. His room is still covered in shadows, with only barely muted hallway light coming from the doorway crack.

None of that matters. He can still easily make out Alastor’s face, his smile like a crescent moon shining over dark woods. Red swam over both, its color searing into him. He’s still fully dressed, unlike Husk. As if he had just left a social meeting, and then went to his pet for a little play.

“Are you sure you weren’t just waiting for me?” the demon above him asks with a low laugh. “You reacted just so quickly, even for you.”

Now he’s actively trying to piss Husk off, but then there’s another touch. This time, right at the inside of his right thigh. Husk shivers again, and this time, he can’t help but arch his back, just slightly.

Alastor’s expression doesn’t change, even as his fingers part through the fur, trailing through white and black. Even as his other hand keeps weaving a soft language into Husk’s feathers. He plays his body like an instrument, fingers tapping along invisible keys that make the one beneath him sing in a melody so few others would ever hear.

And Alastor is certainly enjoying the show before him.

It’s hard to escape. It’s hard to want to escape.

But he manages to speak, even when he’s lost to the soft touches, to the way they grip and hold. They don’t let go. The fingers are greedy, and Husk is all too familiar with greed and its call.

“It’s my day off, boss…”

Even an ironclad soul like his deserves a little mercy.

Alastor leans down, never letting his fingers rest. They change course, maybe even change tempo, but the insistent petting and stroking is still enough to make Husk into a useless pile of limbs and heat. “Then perhaps you should work a little bit of overtime for me.”

The fact that he’s trying to crack a fucking joke with me now.

Husk flinches, one eye shutting as another wave of warmth rolls over him. Hard enough to sleep with his wings that keep getting in the way, that he could never hug to his body tight enough so that they just disappear. Because not even just Alastor, but everyone loves to grab them. It’s too much. He hates it. He hates how his body just betrays him like this.

“You don’t pay me enough for this shit,” he shoots out. He manages to keep his voice steady, his tone deep, at least for that. He glares up at Alastor, letting the red light leak into his eyes. It always burns when he does so, looking directly at the Radio Demon.

It’s like looking at his forthcoming death.

Alastor notices. So, he shuts his eyes. And then, he lets a hand rush up Husk’s thigh, then up his chest, until they reach his chin. He leans further down, and down. And down.

Until the tips of their noses brush against the other. Until Husk can finally hear the soft breathing from Alastor, can feel it against his fur.

“Then how about I give you a goodnight kiss in exchange?” he asks, finally opening his eyes. The glee in them is almost manic. “For always putting up with me.”

All these stupid games Alastor loves to play.

The fingers grip his chin, while the others over his wing continue their dance. “After all, I know that’s what you like.” Then, a wink, almost coy in its motion. “You’ve always been such a romantic.”

It’s stupid how Husk’s breath hitches at the thought, even when a nightmare looms over his bed, because that’s what Alastor is. The Radio Demon is every awful, heartstopping sound in the dark. He is every fleeting shadow that you see out of the corner of your eyes. He is every ancient folktale that elders warn their children about, of the monster that takes those lost souls who live on the fringes. And he eats, and eats, and eats.

But like any shapeshifting monster, Alastor can look as pleasant as he wants. And right now, his voice is soft, and his hands still play Husk for every note he can find.

Husk opens his mouth, trying to breathe. He lets his tongue run over Alastor’s thumb, which presses just against his bottom lip. Everyone does play with his wings, but only Alastor knows just how to use them to full effect.

“Deal,” he says. It’s barely audible, like the last breath of a dying man. But Alastor understands. He always does.

The kiss is different from the touches. Alastor is a hungry demon, and he shows it through his mouth the most. Lips press down deeply over Husk’s own, and sharp teeth clash. It’s hard and biting. The kiss stings Husk’s tongue, overwhelms his mouth. It’s like being force fed poison all the while.

But the poison is spiked, because kissing Alastor is always so, so addictive. Husk leans his head up, drinks from it as much as he can. He feels the hand wander down his feathers, move between them and pull gently. Because he likes the texture, Alastor once said to Husk. It calms him. It’s pleasing.

Sometimes, he even takes a feather for himself, using it as a quill. And Husk has to see it in the boss’s room sometimes, a piece of himself that is being used, again, and again, and again–

Husk’s wings move to stretch and wrap around Alastor, like a shroud made with red and black, studded with stars and symbols. He brings the nightmare closer. It’s only half against his will.

Maybe one day, he can make them both disappear.

“More,” he groans out, staring into the red, like falling into a sky at dusk. “If you’re gonna make me work like this.”

The shadows don’t hide for him. They grow into shapes that stretch from Alastor’s head, that cover up the walls into pitch black. He doesn’t care, feeling the promise of that kiss again as a tongue presses against his lips.

“Oh, Husker. With me, you never have to work a day in your life.”

He’s too lost to get angry at the comment.

Alastor wears Husk’s wings proudly around his shoulders as he steals him away once again.

#hazbin hotel #husk #alastor #radiohusk #fanfiction #one shot

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME LEAVE

this news made your world go silent, filled with an immense amount of mixed feelings. and no matter how much you want to make it work, an industry like that made it feel impossible. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.0k TAGS adults dni. angst. the 'bad' ending. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryii OMI NOTE this is the second ending out of the two! i'm very happy to get this series over with so i hope everyone enjoys hehe.

in that moment, the world around you went quiet. the sound of your unsteady breaths were the only thing you could hear. warmth overtook you, tears threatening to drop past your waterline as you look at the boy in front of you.

these words ran through your head at an unforgivable pace, feeling trapped in the heat of your own body. with no other choice but to stare blankly at the boy in front of you, he was yet to make proper eye contact.

his bottom lip quivered, biting back the idea of breaking down in front of you. guilt chewed its way through his heart, his head, yet there was a sense of relief underlying it all. and while it ate away at him, it was killing you.

“woonhak please tell me you’re joking i– i can’t lose you.” you stammer, vocalizing the wave of feelings that washed over you.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i would’ve told you sooner but it got so complicated i–”

“then– then why didn’t you tell me, instead of waiting the night before you had to leave?!” you question him, choking out. there was a hint of anger tangled in your words.

“i was so scared how you’d react. fuck i don’t know.” he exhaled, throwing his head back in an attempt not to cry.

“you know i’m so proud of you woon, if anyone knows how passionate you are about this, i do…” you pause, “but it didn’t even feel like you were my boyfriend for the past few weeks, is that what it took to hide it from me? pretending like i didn’t even exist?’

“it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, y/n. i love you more than anything… you don’t think i thought about us every single day? about how maybe we could work this out?” he runs a hand through his hair, finally looking at you.

when he finally saw you, your whole body was trembling, tears staining your soft cheeks. your fists were balled up tightly at your sides, crescent moons forming into your skin underneath. this was when he realized how badly he broke you.

“we could’ve talked about it together woon. and while i was thinking i did something to hurt you, instead you were planning to move to a completely different country.” you sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

woonhak approached you, embracing your shaky figure in a hug that you hadn’t felt in some time. you returned the action, crumpling the back of his shirt in your hands. the scent of his worn out cologne swarmed your senses, making everything a lot harder.

this lasted awhile, the sound of your muffled sobs into his shoulder making his heart ache.

“you know how in love with you i am right? i don’t regret any moment we’ve spent together.” he mumbled, rubbing your back lovingly. “but it’s going to be really fucking hard to maintain this, especially with how hard the idol industry is.”

“then what does that mean for us?” you sniffled, lifting your face away from his shirt to look at him with your glossy eyes.

“i want nothing more than to believe it will work, but i don’t want to see you hurting if it get’s too much.”

“but i want to be with you,” you whispered, voice trembling, “i’ll wait for you woonhak. i want to be apart of your life so bad even if it’s from a distance...”

“i can’t do that to you, y/n. you deserve so much love, and i don’t know if i’ll be able to give it to you in these circumstances.” he frowns, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“woon i–”

“i need you to promise me you’ll find someone who can give you what i can’t right now. promise you’ll let yourself be happy regardless of what happens, and that you won’t hold back because of me.” his voice was laced with concern.

“please don’t give up on us.” you cry, letting his fingertips wipe your tears away.

“if you love me, you have to let me go.” his expression begins to mimic yours, droplets falling under his eyes.

“but i can’t.” you respond, saddened by seeing him cry.

“i know you can. if everything lines up in the future, we can always try again.” woonhak smiles sadly, bringing your face closer to his in a tender kiss.

his lips were cold from the deep of the night, yet molding against the warmth of yours intimately. there was a sense of longing, like you were chasing his lips to keep them to yourself forever. you couldn’t let yourself forget his kiss, embracing it in a way that it could be engraved against your skin.

despite this, it couldn’t last forever. when the two of you pulled away, everything became quite clear. all the time you’ve lost in the past week made you think about how extremely stupid he was. a stupid boy, that was stupidly yours. and while you didn’t want to admit it, this would probably be your final moment together for a really long time.

your eyes dug into his skull, afraid of letting him out of your sight. leftover tears made the sight blurry, so you quickly blinked them away to see him better. and even though every aspect of this scene was sad, he never lost his smile.

“you’ve always been so pretty under the moonlight, i still remember admiring you the night of the party; when we told eachother goodnight.”

“god you’re making this so much more difficult if you keep saying stuff like that.” you furrow your eyebrows.

“i can’t help that every single little thing we’ve done together is replaying in my head right now.” he noted, rubbing circles into your hand.

“just don’t forget about me woon. i’ll always be here waiting for you.”

“i could never forget my first love, and every single time i got to call her mine.”

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ATLA live action impressions part 2

Following on from last night's post, here are my impressions of eps 5-8

Still really loved it. Gonna be tarred & feathered for this but I actually like it better than the animated show

Highlights:

Ozai giving Zuko credit for finding the Avatar. There's this weird idea in the fandom that Ozai never intended to take Zuko back. Even though we saw him do exactly that at the beginning of Book 3. Yes he set an impossible task, but when Zuko (apparently) achieved it, he was like 'ok yeah cool - you have met my standards'. Sure, there's no way Zuko would have continued to meet those standards if he'd stuck around, but Ozai did actually keep his word. The fact that he does it to make sure Azula knows she's overstepped & remind her she's replaceable, is an especially nice touch

Getting to see how Azula is treated by her father. I've seen way too many people try to claim Azula was never abused because she wasn't literally set on fire like he was. Never mind that she avoided that fate only because she was able to meet his standards. And having to constantly strive to meet the standards set by someone who thinks 'find a guy who's been missing for a century' is a suitable task to set his kid is abuse.

Another annoying tendency of the fandom is to flanderise Ozai into some diabolical caricature who spends all his time thinking up new ways to torment poor Zuzu, so having that scene of him banishing Zuko was a nice touch. He genuinely believes he is being a good dad & raising his kid to be strong (note: This isn't me saying Ozai is right - I'm saying he thinks he's right.)

The 41st Division 😭

Iroh & Ozai interacting with each other

Gyatso!

I spy some female soldiers! A problem with the animated show was that it's all well & good deciding that the Fire Nation has female soldiers, but bias is a thing & 99.9% of the time if you ask someone to draw a soldier it'll be a man. Yeah sure they all stayed to guard the Fire Nation that's why we didn't see any till Book 3 suuure

"Anything you need." "It has to do with Koh." "Anything but that." DYING

Aang's whole speech to Zuko about how helpful his notebook was (let's be real Iroh probably sighed & told him it was a waste of time so this was the first time he heard 'Hey good job on the Avatar research!') & the way they bonded before he unwittingly set Zuko off

"Quit it before they think there's something wrong with you. More than there already is."

"The Firelord deems your performance... below average." OOF. Pretty sure that's the worst thing you can possibly say to Azula. She'd much rather be told she sucked outright than just 'meh'

Waterbender Yue

Non-arsehole Hahn

Using Kuruk lore from the Kyoshi books!

I like the changes to the NWT siege. Having the spirits' mortality be an occasional, temporary thing to gain an appreciation of life that occurs during a full moon when the powers of those who will protect them in that state are at their peak, makes more sense than permanent vulnerability that relies on nobody finding out. Also never made sense that a naval officer was stationed in a fucking desert & was able to just take time off to go through a spirit library, so having Zhao find his info from the Fire Sages works better IMO. I do hope we'll still get the spirit library though

Ozai's lil eyetwitch when Azula backtalked him like if you agree

Haven't mentioned yet but I love the costumes in this

Also never mentioned Momo, the Real Hero of ATLA

Sokka continues to be awesome

Lowlights:

June calling Iroh cute & fawning over him. Normally I'd think it's unfair for the live action version of a character to be held accountable for what the animated version did, but this leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Like og!Iroh's groping of June being treated like a joke has been called out many times so they fucking had to know what they were doing

Why isn't Azula's fire blue? We got like 1 second of it & that's it. Maybe consistent blue flames are a power up she'll obtain later idk

#atla #zuko #azula #ozai #aang

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syllvane · 1 year

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constellations- tamar kir-bataar x reader

You notice the gravity they carry with them the first time they enter the Spinning Wheel, although notice is a bit of a lackluster term, in your opinion.

They are impossible to ignore, like a full moon in the middle of the night, pulling the tides up to meet them.

Tamar - you don’t know her name yet, but you’ll listen closely whenever they’re near for the chance to learn it - is the one that strikes you the most, the one that your eyes always flit to when you’re supposed to be working, the one that will catch your eye and give you a small smile.

It’s the day after they arrive that Nikolai visits your workstation, a smile on his face.

“I saw you looking at Tamar yesterday.” He said and your head snapped towards him. “One of my crew members on the Volkvolny.”

“Right, Tamar.” You replied, testing her name out on your lips. “It’s not every day you bring new people-”

“Oh come on, how long have we been friends? You’ve never been a good liar.”

“I don’t even know her, Nikolai. I didn’t even know her name before you said it just now.”

“Well, maybe you could know her. She was asking about you as well.”

“First-”

“Oh boy.” He mumbled, leaning against a shelf with an amused expression on his face. “I’m listening.”

“- I did not ask about her.”

He shrugged.

“Point taken.”

“Second,” You started before the conviction in your voice faded, replaced with something softer. “She asked about me?”

His lips curled into a smile and you immediately regretted asking.

“She did.”

“What did she ask?”

“I am sworn to secrecy-”

“So help me Saints, I will fuck up your boat if you don’t tell me.”

Nikolai paused, his head tilted to the side as he looked at you, as if he was calculating how serious you were.

“She asked your name, for one, and also the kind of work you do here.” He said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “That’s all I will say.”

“That’s very unhelpful, Nik.”

“Yes, well it’s the most I can say without betraying either of your trust.”

He stood up straight, looking around your workstation.

“I should let you get back to work.”

“Don’t be a stranger, Nik. You’re gone enough as it is.” You said and he looked at you, a genuine smile appearing on his face, like spring after a long winter.

“I’m sorry that I’m not here often.”

“You’re doing important work, I understand.”

“Yes, well… you’re always welcome on the Volkvolny as well.”

You returned the smile, giving him a nod.

—

“So, Nikolai said that you’re a Durast. A visionary, was his exact words I believe.” Tamar said and you nearly fused the engine that you had been working on with the table out of surprise.

You looked at her sheepishly, hoping that she hadn’t noticed your panic.

“He gives me too much credit.” You said, trying to turn your attention back towards the engine, though everything about her demanded that you focused on her.

“I’ve always found that he’s a pretty good judge of character.” She said lightly. “Don’t tell him I said that though. He has a big enough ego as is.”

You looked up at her to see her already smiling at you, her eyes sparkling.

“I won’t, but his ego is nothing compared to his brothers and his parents’.” You smiled, looking back at your project in thought before looking back up at her. “He’s a good man in spite of them.”

“That, he is.” Tamar nodded, her attention drawn to something over your shoulder. She narrowed her eyes before looking back to you, her features softening. “So, change of topic, but what do you do for fun here?”

“Well, as you can possibly imagine, there isn’t the widest array of options in a remote workshop. You and,” You turned, confirming your suspicion that the man she had been walking with when you first saw her was watching the conversation intently, “…him are probably better off passing time however you pass time on the ship.”

Tamar’s cheeks reddened and she laughed slightly.

“That’s my brother, Tolya. He is very… I’m sorry about him.” She said, running her hand through her hair.

“You don’t have to apologize, I… before this was Nikolai’s workshop, it was an observatory. The glass dome portion is actually really beautiful on a clear night. It’s not fun, but-”

“I’ll meet you there tonight?” She asked and you felt heat rise to your face.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you there tonight.”

—

When you arrive at the glass dome, there are several moments of panic you go through.

What if she doesn’t know how to get to the glass dome? You never specified a time, what if she got here earlier and thought you stood her up? What if she stands you up? What if-

The metal ladder leading up to the dome creaked and any panic dissolved into a different kind of panic, one that fluttered inside of your chest like a bird.

Tamar emerged from the trapdoor and she smiled brightly as she saw you.

You helped her out and she looked up, her breath caught in her chest as she looked at the copper menagerie on the ceiling of the dome.

“You were right, this place is beautiful. How did you find this place?” She asked, her attention falling back onto you.

“Lots of time exploring, that’s what I do for fun. Occasionally I find places like this.” You smiled, looking around at the metal and glass work, the love and care that must have gone into crafting each specific constellation. “Do you want to see something cool?”

“Always.” She responded and you glanced at her, smiling before you looked back up towards the copper and the star-filled night sky.

You raised your hands and, with all the care in the world, began to rotate the copper sheet so that constellations and animals carved in copper would match the night sky.

You heard her gasp but maintained concentration until you were sure that everything was in the correct place.

You looked at her, power coursing in your veins, and she grinned.

“My own personal astronomer.”

“At your service.” You joked and she grabbed your hand, her skin warm against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

The bird inside your chest fluttered and you found yourself leaning closer towards her.

“Please.”

#tamar kir bataar #tamar yul bataar #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar x reader #tolya and tamar #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov

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paigenoelchas-blog · 1 year

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Mountaintops and Other Dangerous Terrain:

01: Escape

(part 2)

"The road back was long, full of ups and downs, but I kept on, because I knew that, eventually it would lead me back to you." **

He stood at the top of the mountain, his shirt bloodied and torn. Ash and sweat covered his skin. His mask had been ripped and mangled. The fire filled his lungs, but the air never felt as fresh. Through the night sky, he could see the flashes of police lights and the commotion of those below. He could see the flashlights enter and exit the cave, their glow swollen by the mist.

He knew that things had not gone Richy's way and that the group would all have to suffer from his poor choices. He knew that he should be angry, or saddened for them, but all that he could feel was love and joy in the realization that she was the one who made him feel that way.

She had told him that she loved him. The only girl that could make him laugh, the one that broke down his walls, the one that would fight for him actually loved him. She had spoken those glorious words and his heart started beating with hope for the first time he could remember.

Was it possible that the stars shone brighter in the night sky? Was it possible that the moon was bigger and brighter than it had been before those words came out of her mouth?

He knew that he still had to escape and find a path to freedom. He knew that path wouldn't be easy or fast, but he would get to the end of it for her.

He had to. He made a promise to her. He was not a man to neglect a promise. He was not a man to neglect her or her love.

He looked down the hillside hoping to get a glimpse of her. It seemed impossible, but he knew he would recognize her from a mile away. He just knew her.

Jake scanned the crowds that were full of uniforms and flashing lights. Steam from the fire and the residual effects of an explosion clouded the air. He was about to stop looking, believing it to be too far away. It was then that he saw one lone figure staring in his direction, right up the mountain. Right into his soul.

He wanted to believe that she had seen him too, that somehow, despite all of the smoke and the sirens and the people, she could see the man who held her heart. He wanted to tell her many things, all of the things he had carried inside for so long, but his phone had been lost in the fire. He wanted to run to her and hold her in his arms, let the world burn around them, but it was too dangerous. He felt his eyes lock on her figure and he couldn't look away. She stared into the darkness and he felt alive, knowing that she had chosen him. It didn't matter if she saw him or not, He saw her and knew that they would find each other sometime in the daylight.

He whispered lowly into the air, hoping that somehow his words reached her heart.

"I love you. I am safe. I am trying hard to get you. The promises I made will come true. I am a man of my word and I can not be separated from you. Give me time, and love and we can be together in all the ways that we dream of. You are all that I need or want and it is my mission to be by your side."

Jake took a deep breath and then broke his look from her.

Turning around to walk away from her was the hardest thing that he has ever had to do, but it would ensure their future, so he walked away as quickly as he could, one leg dragging a little bit. Jake was in pain and he didn't have a safe place yet, but he would because he would get to her somehow. A smile grew across his face as he thought of his future with her, one full of hope and love, things he thought he would never again possess.

Though his lungs were scarred and the fog was cold, he had never known the air to smell as sweet and the night had never seemed so comforting as it did right now.

One last look over his shoulder and then he was off to find a place to heal, to find a new phone, and to find a way to be with her.

** The quote is from an anonymous source. I documented it here in the first chapter as it will be the lead in all of the chapters.

#duskwood jake #jake donfort #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #jake duskwood #mc x jake #iamjake #mc #duskwood mc x jake #duskwood mc #mc duskwood

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spidermanscientistsimp · 11 months

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mamma mia!

miguel o’hara x performer! reader

author’s note: okay, i’m sorry, this is lowkey a really stupid idea but WHO KNOWS, maybe people will really like it :)) i was going to make a really long fic, but i’m splitting it into multiple parts, with the second one maybe coming out tonight (if y’all enjoy it!). there’s not a lot of RoMaNcE this first chapter, pretty much just scenario setting and character background stuff ❤️❤️❤️

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“what the HELL am i doing??” miguel pondered as he looked into his mirror. the fearless protector of the multiverse, the spider person to end all other spider people, and the man whom everyone believed was a hollow, shell of himself, was spraying cologne all over his body, sweating up a storm. he was on his way to the theatre on earth 441, something very unlike him, in his finest crimson suit and tie, stressing over every little detail about his appearance. he didn’t know WHY he was so worked up about this night. YOU clearly wouldn’t care. YOU clearly wouldn’t see him in the crowd of thousands… and yet- he hoped. he hoped he could mend things, the damage he had done and make you notice him without a scowl on your face. he missed your smile, and would give the moon and stars to see you beam at him just one more time. the chances of this however were, to put it quite plainly, impossible… and still, miguel ignored odds for the first time in his life, and was swiftly transported to your universe.

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“charlie, how many minutes do we have until curtain??” you whispered to the elderly stage manager, tying your hair back and trying not to mess up your mic.

“about twenty miss y/n”, the kind man replied, putting a hand on your shoulder kindly, recognizing your nerves.

“perfect, thanks a bunch,” you replied as you trotted swiftly in your heels towards the closed curtain. your line of sight was limited, of course, but it appeared that there was a full house out there.

“well of course there’s a full house, this is broadway after all… nobody knows who you are, no one is judging you y/n l/n”, you reassured yourself. and still… you were terrified. your dream was to sing, to dance, to make millions of people happy. and yet… you still felt like something was missing. was it…. NO. not HIM. you were about to perform for all of new york city, and you did NOT need thoughts of your ex-lover running through your head. he was done. you were done. y’all were done. period.

“PLACES EVERYONE!” charlie yelled, and beckoned you towards the wings, nearly ready to start the show. you zipped offstage, about to grab your prop suitcase and cross to the other side, when you heard your name being called so softly by the man who had known you since you were nothing but a quiet, ambitious girl in manhattan.

“miss y/n… i just wanted to let you know- i’m so proud of you, really. and, your daddy would be so proud too, i just know it. i’m sorry i-”

“damn it charlie”, you thought to yourself as you felt a few tears slip down your face, and you embraced the elderly tech, cutting off his sentence, while muttering a soft “thank you”, before skittering away, wiping your eyes as you went. “this is my big DEBUT, AND I’M NOT HAVING MY MAKEUP RUNNING DOWN MY FACE BEFORE I EVEN START, NOOOO M’AAM”, you yelled at yourself internally as the orchestra began playing, the lights began to illuminate the hardwood stage, and you stepped into the false sunshine, ready to do what you believed you were meant to do. you were going to leave everything out on that stage even if it killed you. but what may have ACTUALLY killed you was the fact that your ex-boyfriend was out in the audience, hand covering his mouth, thinking you were just as beautiful as the day you left him.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel #miguel ohara #x reader #x reader female #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #spiderman #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #fanfic #across the spiderverse

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airi-p4 · 8 months

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On the ice - Chapter 6

Chapter 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 ....

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Chapter summary:

Marinette visits the Doctor.

AO3

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Chapter 1

"It's a pity that your mother couldn't come with us," Philippe Candeloro said to the absentminded girl seated beside him in his car.

"Ah- yes…" Marinette nervously answered, getting back at her thoughts.

She couldn't admit to Philippe how she had avoided telling her mom where they were going on purpose, because she was scared.

What if her knee was impossible to fully heal and she could never go back to competitive figure skating again? She didn't want to give her mother hope for nothing. She had been going through enough already.

"Calm down, Marinette. You're too nervous. It's going to be fine, you'll see," the man said, but his words didn't help to relax. She was still just as nervous.

"O-okay…"

How could she calm down? Her entire life could change with this visit to the doctor. She could either find the possibility of her dream taking flight or it crashing to pieces forever.

"We're here"

Philippe stopped the car in the parking lot. In front of them, a big hospital was in sight. If Philippe said anything else, she couldn't hear it. All she could hear was her heart drumming, resonating inside her body, pumping through her blood and inside her body.

Th-thumb, th-thumb, th-thumb.

"Marinette" a hand touched her shoulder, startling her. "The doctor called you"

"Ah-"

She couldn't remember how she got there from the parking lot, but it was time. A life changing event for her.

Trying to relax, she took a deep breath and thought of the people who encouraged her: her mother, Philippe, Coach Bustier, her new friend Luka… And with that deep inhale, she found the determination and courage she needed.

"Let's do this," she whispered as she followed Philippe to the Doctor's office. The door closed behind them.

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The sun was setting when Philippe and Marinette rode back to Dunkirk, much later than they expected. A few pink clouds covered the orange sky as the moon and a few stars started becoming visible. It was a beautiful view. Marinette looked at it nostalgic through the car window, a folder full of papers laying on her lap.

There were rarely views like that back in Paris, but she remembered watching a sunset just as beautiful with her parents when she was a kid, in Dunkirk, her grandma Gina riding her motorbike far away, to another one of her crazy trips. To freedom. She couldn't help it but be excited for her and to hear what fantastic adventures she was going to tell her when she came back.

A happy memory.

"How are you feeling, Marinette?" Philippe finally dared to break the silence.

"It's still a bit hard to believe it," she answered with a soft smile. She tapped her injured knee. "I didn't want to keep my hopes up, but…"

"But…?" Candeloro followed.

"I'm so excited!" She beamed at him. "I can't believe I may be able to jump again without even needing surgery! I might be able to go back to skating! I couldn't be happier!"

"You still have to undergo the doctor's treatment and do some rehabilitation, though, before you can start training properly on and off the ice," he reminded her. "But I'm sure you're going to be okay. You're very diligent and a hard worker. And since you've never stopped stretching and caring for your knee even after you retired, it will make everything easier for you to heal and get back to competitive skating. But, for now, you need to focus mainly on your physical condition so the knee heals as it should. Be careful not to overdo it," Candeloro reminded her.

"I know. I have all the exercises and the workout plan written in these papers, and I'm going to take it easy everytime I receive the doctor's treatment at the clinic" she tapped the folder on her lap. "I'm going to do my best!"

"I know you will," he hummed. "Are you going to tell the good news to your mother?"

"Yes! I can't wait!"

"You have rehabilitation three times a week with the physiotherapist, and the next appointment with the doctor is in two weeks. You should ask her to come this time"

"Ah- yes…" of course he knew she hadn't told her mother about the doctor. She was easy to read… he understood her almost as well as her former coach Bustier. Which reminded her… "Uhm… Mr. Candeloro…" he hummed to show his attention. "Would you… Uhm- I know you're already coaching Chloe but… would you become my coach if I heal fully and I'm able to get back to competitive figure skating again, please?"

Her question came out a bit too fast due to her nerves. Philippe's first answer was a loud laugh that surprised the girl.

"I was hoping you'd ask me. I'd be delighted to be your coach, Marinette Dupain-Cheng" he smiled reassuringly, and Marinette smiled back in relief. "Besides, I promised Caline I would. She's convinced everything is going to be okay, too".

"Coach Bustier did!? Really!?"

"Of course! We both believe in your potential and want the best for you," he smiled once more as he stopped the car. The street was darker now, night fallen, but she could see the streetlight illuminating her grandpa's house. Her home. "We're here" Philippe informed her.

Marinette nodded and unhooked the seat belt. Folder in hand, she stepped out of the car and approached Philippe's car window, which glass was down for her.

"Thank you so much for today. And for everything!" she bowed gratefully with a smile he returned.

"My pleasure"

"See you soon… Coach"

Marinette felt nervous saying that. How long has it been since she’d had a coach? Since Bustier… when she was forced to retire… when her world crumbled… That was now part of the past. Dark times were over- there was hope now.

"No 'coach' yet," he corrected her. "That's only for when you're fully healed." He reminded her. "So focus on getting that knee back on track if you want to call me that"

"Okay…" she blushed, slightly embarrassed.

"Now go tell your mother the good news and remember to rest this weekend. The doctor has been doing lots of testing and checkups," she nodded, rubbing her stressed knee. "And do not hesitate to ask me anything. I'll help you with whatever you need, okay?"

Philippe took his hand out of the window and Marinette returned the handshake determined.

"I'll do my best, I promise!"

"I know you will"

"Thank you very much! For everything. Good night"

"Good Night. See you soon".

Marinette took a step back and stepped into her house, not waiting to watch her future coach's car disappear in the dark of the street where she lived.

As soon as she stepped inside she jumped to hug her mother.

"Marinette? What's wrong? Are you crying?" Sabine rubbed her daughter's back.

"Maman! There's a high chance that I may be able to skate again! I'm so happy!" She cried.

"What!? That's fantastic! How-?" She asked, and Marinette proceeded to excitedly tell her mother everything about her future coach and the doctor. Happy tears filled their eyes.

"What are you doing? Dinner is getting cold. I'm eating without you two!" Rolland grumped. "Women and their gossiping and dramas…" he disappeared as fast as he appeared.

Normally, mother and daughter would be annoyed about his attitude but, this time, they couldn't help it but to laugh out loud and ignore him. Dinner getting cold was the last of their worries now.

"I'm so happy for you, Marinette" Sabine embraced her daughter tightly again.

"Me too, maman. I'm very happy!" she returned the affection. "I'm going to work very hard to make you proud"

"Oh, no, darling. As long as you're proud of yourself and happy, I'll be happy too. Do it for you, not for me, okay?"

"Okay"

They hugged for another long minute before going to eat an already cold dinner.

#my fic #airip4 #fic: on the ice #endgame lukanette

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metalheadcowboy · 2 years

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Steve's eyebrows furrowed deeply as Heidi's thumb brushed against his cheekbone. Honey brown eyes impossibly large as he looked at her sad smile, "I see the way you look at him, Steve."

And suddenly his heart stopped, feeling like it might pound out of his chest and fall right onto his bed sheets, "I don't-" he stumbled, seemingly not so interested in working to shimmy the clasp of Heidi's bra, hand falling beside her thigh "I mean-"

Whatever he was trying to say was quickly rejected, "Don't act like you don't know," she spoke, but it almost sounded like she was pleading, begging for him not to put up his defensive facade, "Don't pretend you don't ogle at him like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars."

Goosebumps ran up Steve's back, sending a chill down his spine. He could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead as he collected himself, giving an audible swallow in hopes his voice wouldn't give, "What, me and Billy?" he let out a soft, nervous sounding chuckle, not having the time to curse his tone for being so revealing, "It's not like that, trust me." He gave a wide eyed sure expression, almost as if he were trying to give her a signal that he found such a thought "disgusting" but Heidi was no dud.

"I know you think I'm some stupid slut, Steve," she retorted, grinning at Steve's gawk, hand still cupping his warm jaw, "But if there's one thing I know it's this," Heidi stopped to give a short, almost longing sigh, "You haven't looked at me like you do at him, all night."

Steve's face relaxed into a sad expression, "And he's not the one about to show you his boobs!" Heidi giggled and the corners of Steve's lips upturned, letting his head fall forwards, forehead hitting her right shoulder as he laughed.

Laughed and laughed and laughed, like it was the funniest damn thing he'd ever heard until he wasn't laughing anymore, "Steve?" Heidi asked, words laced with concern as his torso started shaking and his laughing sounded more choked.

"Oh, Steve," she mumbled as she realized, he was crying. She let her thin fingers twist into Steve's chestnut locks, guiding the boy softly to the crook of her neck as he gasped out strangled sobs.

The way she began to rock them back and forth reminded Steve of when he was a child. When he would get hurt or upset and his mother would hold him tight, whispering sweet nothings into his hair as they swayed.

Oh, God, his mother.

As embarrassed as he was there was no stopping it now, he only cried harder, sniffling as hard as he could, determined not to get snot onto Heidi's bare shoulder, "I'm sorry," he croaked, "I'm so suh- sorry." She just shushed him, letting the hand that wasn't scratching his scalp soothe his back.

All Steve could think about was what a laugh the town would get about this when they heard the news. He figured he should start placing his bets now on whether they would getting a bigger kick out of "Steve "The Queer" Harrington" or "Steve "The Crybaby" Harrington", hell, with his luck probably both.

Slowly he came down from wave of emotions, harsh hiccups racking his body as he allowed himself to pull away, the same sad smile as before gracing his presence. But now Heidi wasn't sad for herself, she was sad for him, and in a way it was comforting.

"Please," he groaned, "Please, God, don't tell anyone," he could feel new tears stinging his eyes, just as the ones abandoned on his cheeks started to dry, "Fuck, don't tell Billy, Please-"

Heidi quickly wiped away the newly forming tears, thumbs going in for the quick swipe before patting him on the cheeks in the same movement, "I wouldn't dream of it," she assured, "Scouts honor." She jokingly held up three fingers, lavishing in the laugh it pulled from the hollowed man in front of her.

"You were a girl scout?" he accused, seeming to not believe such a thing.

"Hell, no," Heidi scoffed, Steve's eyes scrunching with amusement, cute crows feet forming in the outside corners of his eyes, "But we can just pretend."

"Deal," He agreed easily, not having the energy for much of anything anymore.

After a few beats of silence Steve flopped back, pale skin colliding with the cool plaid sheets that geekily matched with his walls, which, for both, he had his mother to thank, "And for the record," Steve craned his head down, looking at Heidi who was fighting her shirt back on, "He totally likes you back."

Steve's eyes widened with hope, heart leaping in his chest as butterflies ambushed his tummy, "Oh, as if," he brushed off, though his body believed it more than anything.

"Swear!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in innocence, "No straight man stares at another guys ass the way he looks at yours Steve," she smirked, watching Steve's face go 50 shades of red, "It's like you're a piece of meat and he's a hungry lion, almost scary, maybe you should actually be watching your back." She grinned wide as Steve grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, watching it ricochet off of her voluminous curls.

The thoughts he had of Billy still scared him shitless, but it was nice to know that not everybody would think of him a freak.

#Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Stranger Things #Just Steve having a little sexuality crisis is all #and him getting some support from a hook up

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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Whump 10

“Are we there yet?”

The worker groaned as the question was asked for about the hundredth time, saying nothing in response as they descended flight after flight of stairs heading further into the darkness of the basement. Moon looks around the mostly barren hallway with intrigue, the stars scattered across his outfit giving off a comforting glow in the dark environment. He didn’t usually come down here, and while it isn’t as pretty as the rest of the building he likes it!

The nice lady said he was coming down here for a doctors appointment. A check up he believes, though admittedly he wasn’t paying full attention. They had taken his measurements a couple of weeks earlier, maybe they were going to make him some more accessories! He really likes his bow tie, but having more options would be amazing too!

The worker stops suddenly, causing Moon to run into her. The woman stumbles almost falling over before she manages to catch herself, throwing an icy glare back at the hyper attendant. “Oops! Sorry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah. Just get in the cylinder, we need to do some testing.”

“Oh! What are we testing? Can I do something cool and secret or something? Can I can I?”

Taking the naptime attendant by the hand, she practically drags him into the cylinder, grumbling to herself, “Something like that. Just hold still alright?”

“Hmmm okay dokie!” She seems a little upset, but that’s okay! Everyone has gloomy days. That just means he’s gonna be extra good for her, to make her day better!

Moon fidgets with his hands but otherwise manages to stay still while the worker removes the ribbons from his wrists as well as unfastens and removes his bowtie. Ooo, maybe I am getting new accessories! She takes a little metal box off the nearby table, popping it open. Moon strains himself to peak over her shoulder to see whats in the box, but doesn’t move too much! It’s just a little peak!

The items contained in the box are... strange. Three steel accessories, a necklace and two bracelets. They look smooth and personally made, with all sorts of techy mumbo jumbo he doesn’t have any interest in understanding. What he does notice are the words “Naptime Attendant” carved cleanly onto the metal surface, just at the bottom.

“What are those?”

“These are what we are going to be testing.” the lady explained, locking the necklace into place before moving onto the bracelets, “Our hope is that these will help motivate you to be better behaved during training, and serve as a sufficient deterrent to naughty behavior.”

Moon cocks his head to the side like an intrigued puppy, poking at the metal necklace. It’s skin tight, leaving no wiggle room to even fit a finger in! It’s.. not as pleasant as his bow tie. It won’t bend and isn’t made of a soft material. It feels uncomfortably suffocating, despite it being impossible for him to be suffocated.

The lady plucks a strange TV remote looking device from the case as well. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’ll give you a few scenarios, and depending on your answer you will either be punished or not.”

“Mmm Okay, I can do that!”

“Good. First question; Say you and Sun both sustained damage due to a hostile encounter with a parent. The damage is minimal on both of you. What do you do?”

“Uhmm... I should check over myself first, and fix anything I can up! I can’t help Sunny if I’m hurt.”

That response seemed like the right one, and yet the look of disappointment the lady supplies him makes him frown with uncertainty. She presses a button on the remote and he gasps. His vision flashes white and he’s unable to prevent the scream that tears out of his throat.

It burns. It burns it BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS-

It’s awful!! It feels like every one of his nerves are on FIRE! It hurts so much, he can barely concentrate. His legs tremble and he collapses to the floor, a sob wrenching out of his throat in a wail. He claws at those awful metal prisons, trying to get it off get it off get it OFF-

WHY WON’T IT COME OFF?!

It feels like it’s years until it finally, finally, shuts off, though in reality it is a measly five seconds. His pink cheeks are wet with tears and he curls up into himself further, the strange firey sensation leaving a raw thumping pain behind. It feels like all the energy has been drained from his body, despite not being on low charge. His fans whirr loudly in his chest, desperately trying to cool himself down. His entire large frame is wracked with shivers, and he feels so cold. He’s so hot and yet so cold, a hellish cocktail of temperatures that’s near unbearable. He’s never experienced something so dreadful and agonizing.

The worker watches Moon sob into his arms, waiting until his sobs die down into little whimpers and his trembling turns into the occasional shiver.

“That was the wrong answer. If you are both damaged, you must always ensure Sun is in good condition first. He is the one who primarily runs the daycare, and it is your job to keep him safe. Alright?”

Moon whimpers. His voice box doesn’t feel damaged, and yet no words will come out. He’s never clammed up like this before. Talking is usually so easy for him!

The worker rolls her eyes, crouching down to be closer to the curled up form of the attendant. “This is only level one out of ten. If you’re good, this is the only time you’ll have to deal with it. Whenever you’re naughty or do poorly at your training, this will be the consequence. Okay?”

“...”

“Moon. Answer me.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I’ll be good, I’ll be good I promise! I’ll be good, I’ll never make a mistake again! I pinky promise! Just-- don’t use that, oh please!” he begs, staring up at her, eyes wide as saucers.

“Okay. Now, let’s move onto the next question...”

If that’s the consequence of messing up, then he never wants to mess up again! He’ll be perfect, he’ll never give them another reason to use that awful device!

#reblogs and comments are appreciated! ^^#*puts on armor* I'm ready #fanfic #whumptober #tw torture #tw electrocution #daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop

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daniella-19 · 1 year

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And You Are?

I walk out from my room as soon as i saw the sky turn dark and the moon began to shine. Weird isn't it? Isn't it's time where people have rest and sleep? well not for me. It's where the time i go to work or you can call it task? I don't know.

"Adrienne , what are you waiting for? The clock is ticking. time is not waiting for us."

blah blah blah blah that's all i hear. i stare into the blonde hair woman's black eyes. i don't care what she said.

i roll my eyes and just walkaway. rude? i am , got any problem?

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i sit at the black chair where my other coworker is there too. the dark room only got light from the lcd infront of us all. let's hear what is the rant for tonight.

"Good evening everyone i believe you all already know the reason we are here tonight? since the news is spreading wild right now."

i look at them with boring eyes

'Another boring speech , just get to the point can you?'

"One of the powerful and the most expensive gem in the world has been stolen 2 days ago. We already try to find the clue and all but it doesn't seem to have any positive result from it. so i hope all of you can help us with it." he continue

"I expect a lot from you Miss Adrienne Cassandra."

i lock my eyes into his

"reduce your expectation to zero , i can't promise anything. i just do my job" simple reply i gave him.

his serious face of course didn't give any expression.

"now you all can do your work and you can get the detail about the gem and the stealing detail in your tab soon. I'll be going then , do your best and don't disappoint me."

sigh.

what a pain. Sometimes i do regret doing this job , it's also one of a reason why i don't have any family beside me right now. pathetic.

i walk out from the room as soon as i got the information from my tab.

"what does this people think when they're suppose to guard an important gem in the world? pain pain pain and pain."

Well let's just move to the 'crime scene' i guess.

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[ NEW YORK ]

i walk around in the city untill i stop infront of the museum that is suppose to have the gem. they 'suppose' to. It's thier fault for being reckless and now they ask other people to solve it.

bu there's one thing that makes me question. The gem is secured with 50 guards , laser , CCTV, gun and other destructive weapon that could kill people in a blink. so how does this burglar? no this person who steal the gem get through it? it almost impossible.

i walk in to the museum and look at the CCTV recording in my tab.

a black shirt , cap , pants and even wearing black mask person. is that laser from his eyes? the laser shoot the electric box and make the lights off , this include the laser and other electronics thing in the museum and with that , the CCTV is end.

funny.

but from the body figure it's look manly. so the suspect is a man. but what is the gem for?

what is his motive? and who is he?

.... to be continue ....

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