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rottingsullengirl · 2 years

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hi! okay first of all, i LOVE your blog sm! i really love your writing style, its just *chefs kiss* second of all, congratulations on 200+ followers! you deserve it :D

okay so i have a request and im sorry for this in advance! i know some people could get uncomfortable with these types of requests and im not sure if you would write for them because i read your pinned post but there wasn't anything written about it so im not sure

oh man im sorry for the ramble um okay! so i was wondering if you could write yandere!isabela x fem!reader? dont worry, if you dont feel comfortable with writing it, i completely understand! thats all, thank you for reading this :) im sorry if this is was too long-

okay byebye! have a great day/night!

| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — drabble.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — yandere!isabela madrigal x fem!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, nonconsensual voyeurism, implication of masturbation.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — 1502 words.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — I LOVE YANDERE’S ARE YOU KIDDING ME! thank you so so much for the request and the support!! this is one of my fav requests please. <33 i hope you enjoy! it’s my first shot writing yandere. :)

part two can be found here.

and all parts to this can be found under the tag #rottingsullengirl yandere isabela

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal has never met someone like you. well she’s never directly met you but still—with what she feels it has to be fate that you two end up together right? and she knows more about you than anyone else, without even needing to speak to you!

Isabela often wonders how someone can be so perfect for her. How she could have found her soulmate while walking past the bakery one day. Just one glimpse inside and her eyes saw you. Putting pan dulce into the display casing and smiling sweetly while talking to some faceless woman. Not literally—just faceless since the only thing Isabela could truly focus on was you. Her heart literally skipped a beat when she saw you, her stomach coiling up like a snake that vomits butterflies all over her insides. And her body felt a heat of a thousand bursting stars.

Love at first sight.

Something she’d read about so much in poetry and books, heard so much from her papa and tío—something she had never truly believed in. To Isabela it just sounded like some false and shallow thing, to fall in love at first sight must mean just falling for someone’s beauty. But now she believes in all of it. When she first saw you it was evident you must be in rivalry with her for being the most beautiful woman in Encanto—in her eyes you take the cake—but what she felt was nothing like what she’s felt.

When she felt like she was going to have a heart attack just as her papa and Tío Félix described, she knew it was love at first sight.

It didn’t take long for Isabela to ask Dolores about you in a casual manner, how had she never met you before? Dolores soon informed her nearly everything about you. Your name is Y/n L/n, you were born and raised in Encanto but due to your mama’s overprotective status and your papa’s illnesses you stayed inside often—too busy and having grown up too fast to truly put yourself out there. But Dolores mentioned this didn’t stop many from trying to pursue you.

When Isabela was told this she wondered why she felt so…furious. Not just any furious, it was a fire within her that burned inside out hot and blind red. Jealousy, possessiveness, anger—so many negative emotions had sprouted within her like a field of thorny jumping cacti. Still she remained composed and civil while Dolores went on about how kind, shy, selfless, and bubbly you were.

And Isabela had wondered how true this remained. But she couldn’t just go up to you and ask you, talk to you. No she was far too nervous, her hands sweating and flowers sprouting through her inky black locks just thinking about it. So she did what she knew would be okay and would assure she could gather herself before talking to you. The ex-señorita perfecta began to simply observe you.

Every word Dolores spoke was true.

You were so kind, helping anyone and everyone you could. Whenever disgusting men unworthy of your air would come and ask for your hand, you’d be so kind in your refusal. Going as far as sending them off with a sweet treat. You sacrificed your entire childhood and teen years to aid a papa that eventually rolled over and died. Despite the pain of losing your papa and mama in just a year's time, you’ve remained such a bright and positive person.

Perfection isn't enough to describe you. You are Heavenly. But you aren’t even perfect either. Isabela has seen you upset, furiously screaming into a pillow, she’s seen you crying in your bedroom while staring up at the ceiling. Has everyone seen every ugly and imperfect side of you? Probably not, but Isabela has. Even if you’ve yet to meet, she’s your soulmate too. The one you’re meant to be with.

Maybe it’s a bit strange that she watches through your window, uses Dolores as an portfolio of you, follows you, has your scheduled memorized along with the entire layout of your home you live in, keeps sketches, photographs, and things of yours—all without your knowledge—but she is in love with you. Truly all of it is okay, she’s not doing anything to hurt you. On the contrary, everything she does is because she loves you, she should know you inside out before she could even dare talk to you.

She’s seen every part of you. Has anyone else ever been so in love with you that they’d watch you undress to make sure no one else is spying on you? Isabela hates when you seem so sad while looking into the mirror. She thinks you’re perfect. From every blemish to hair to scar, every piece of you is perfect. Even those imperfectly perfect pieces.

And truth be told Isabela does feel guilty, stomach churning and body numbingly guilty over indulging in witnessing your after dark activities but how could she not? You leave your pretty mesh curtains spread wide open and your lamp dimmed so your nude body is bathed in warm lighting as you lay sprawled out on your bed. Watching your fingers dip into your wet folds, play at that bundle of nerves that makes you twitch, one hand playing and tugging at your breasts. Moans, groans, whines, pleads, so many pretty sounds as musical as your laughter or voice.

All she’s doing is knowing even more about you.

And sometimes it feels like you are performing for her.

You have been burned into Isabela’s heart like a hot branding. From your heart to what makes you moan to what makes you jump to what makes you smile.

Three years later and Isabela has become completely entrapped with you. You’re all she can think about, all she has been fantasizing, pining, yearning for. Now as she walks through town her mind has been spiralling with how she’s going to “accidentally” stumble into you and spark up a conversation. Finally she feels ready.

Humming out softly, she tucks the streak of teal in her ink black hair behind her ear. Soft chocolate brown eyes sweeping around the village and shooting sweet smiles and waves to those that acknowledge her. Isabela could come to the bakery but that wouldn’t work, you’ve taken on Mirabel as an employee and Isabela wants to meet you alone. But your entire schedule, you never seem to be alone until you go home.

Damn you for being such a beautiful hard-working and giving soul.

A soft frown spreads across her full lips as her eyes fall down to the cobblestone path. Brushing her waist-length ink black hair off of her shoulder, petals fly out from all around her when she roughly bumps into someone. When she smells the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and laundry, her eyes widen and she’s quick to reach out and catch a soft body in her arms. The moment she looks down and into your eyes, she knew she was right.

There you are, in her arms with a look of surprise and petals adorning your hair, face, and clothing. Isabela’s soft brown eyes are wide, thick brows raised and soft lips parted. You’re in her arms, this feels more knee-weakening than she could ever have possibly imagined. You’re so beautiful up close, so painfully Heavenly. Within her her heart pounds so loud within her chest it’s deafening, that snake knotting her insides vomits more butterflies.

“Haha!” Your soft laugh is musical, making her arms tighten around you as she barely registers your arms around her neck. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m falling for you?” You question in a soft and teasing manner. Isabela blinks back softly, bringing you to your feet with a nervous smile spreading across her lips. But then your eyes widen and you smile even bigger, more radiant. “Oh! You must be the famous Isabela! I’ve heard so much about you!” You exclaim while standing on your feet and (so unfortunately) pulling away from her.

Swallowing thickly, she puts on a cool and composed demeanor despite being ready to explode internally. “Really?” She questions in a light manner with a sweet smile, her hands folding down in front of her. You’re looking so sweetly at her, is she imagining the darker shade across your features. Are you blushing? You are. She knew it, you must feel the same as she does and running into you truly was fate—this has clicked the small atom of doubt in her mind. You’re soulmates. She’s yours and your hers.

“Yeah! Mirabel talks about you all the time, and of course everyone loves you.” That surely includes you, right? Putting out your hand, you smile sweetly. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to finally meet you, Isabela.”

Soft brown eyes fall down to your hand held out. Flashbacks of your hands gently setting down pan dulce, gently styling your hair, brushing rouge on your cheeks, fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Taking a hold of your hand, she refrains from pulling you tight against her body. A shiver runs through every nerve within her, your hand is so soft and warm—a perfect fit for her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you too, Y/n.”

#encanto #rottingsullengirl #isabela madrigal #isabela x reader #isabela my beloved #lesbian isabela #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x y/n #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere isabela madrigal #rottingsullengirl yandere isabela

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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Nowhere near as exciting as your ex-agent Dabi and Mafia family Tomura idea, but what about a bakery AU starring:

Kurogiri, as the owner who hires people shunned and maligned for their quirks to give them a sense of belonging and worth

Tenko, as the anxious, angry young man forced by his dad to find a job or be kicked out onto the street

Touya, as the lead baker with mysterious burn scars who teaches Tenko the trade while teasing/challenging him constantly

Toga, as the energetic pastry chef who loves her crushes, blood, and the art of food in that order

Spinner, as the barista who no longer hides his mutation quirk and is fiercely protective of his friends

Magne, as the manager who's more like a big sister to the staff than their supervisor

Twice, as the prep cook with a sad past but hopes for the future

Mustard, as the high school student working the counter part time and always coming up with "experiments" when no one's watching him

Atsuhiro Sako, as the supply salesman with a flair for the dramatic

Plus, Moonfish, Muscular, UA kids/teachers, and others appearing as customers

Basically, Tenko applies for a job as an assistant baker because 1. It's at night so he won't have to deal with people, 2. It doesn't require any previous experience, and 3. His dad threatened to kick him out of the house if he doesn't "stop wasting his life on video games and either get a job or go to school". He nervously shows up for the interview and is surprised at how kind both Kurogiri and Magne are to him despite his awkwardness, scars/skin, and his quirk. In this AU, people with quirks considered "potentially villainous" are closely monitored and treated as if they're destined to become criminals (a lot like the reactions to Shinsō's quirk). His father often brings up how Tenko accidentally killed the family dog when his quirk activated for the first time at the age of four or five. Years of mental and emotional abuse like this reinforces the idea that his son must have been born bad and any attempts at striving for something will end in failure.

To Tenko's pleasant surprise he gets hired. His first night on the job starts with Kurogiri teaching him how to mix dough and put it through a machine that turns it into bagels. (BTW, I work as a baker at a bagel shop, which is how this silly idea came about.) Tenko tells himself it's just like playing a video game, and quickly starts getting the hang of things.

Then he meets Touya, who's supposed to teach him the actual baking process. Tenko's immediately annoyed by Touya's attitude and teasing ("You Decay any of this equipment and it's coming out of your paycheck, mophead"). He throws himself into the task, determined to shut Touya up. And secretly, Touya's impressed by his show of determination and tackling something new. He hopes to himself that Tenko lasts unlike other people who fell by the wayside.

And Tenko does stay, getting to know the others who've come to form a sort of family at the bakery. He becomes close with Himiko and Shuichi in particular, empathizing with the isolation they endured and the harsh demands Toga's own parents put on her. These new friendships make putting up with Touya every night worth it.

Then Tenko overhears an angry phone conversation and realizes Touya's not all smooth confidence and devil may care attitude. That his home life may be just as messy and painful as his. Bit by bit, Tenko learns more about his coworker and opens up in turn, each seeing they have quite a bit in common. Rivalry turns to friendship (though it still has a healthy streak of competition). Over time, however, things between them start to shift yet again. The usual jokes ("Aw, did you burn your fingers? Want me to kiss them and make it better?") cause awkward silences and flustered backpedaling. The number of accidental hand touches and bumping into each other increases ten fold. Eventually, it gets to a point where they can't deny romantic feelings snuck up on them when they weren't looking.

Like I said, not exciting or action-packed. Most of the conflict would be about the characters dealing with unhealthy family relationships, overcoming the terrible things they were taught to believe about themselves, and society's crappy treatment of them, I think. And they'd fight both by sticking together and supporting one another rather than being forced to become villains. It'll take on a clearer shape as it's written.

Thanks for letting me ramble! I just wanted to share so maybe my mind will settle down and let me work on this.

LISTEN FIRST ANON, NEVER— AND I WANT TO MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR— UNDERESTIMATE YOUR ABILITY TO MAKE ME SCREAM LIKE A MAD MAN HAVING THE BEST DAY OF HIS LIFE.

Anon, please you need to write this. We all have different ideas, different approaches, different portrayals and points of view. THAT'S NOT BAD. In fact, that's the opposite of bad. That's why we get a great range of fanfics, that's why we can enjoy new things and cry with new genres or enjoy new content.

And I absolute adore whenever people bring their knowledge about something into an au. I could have never come with anything so well written or so complex because I have never worked in a bakery, but you have! You have the ingredients, you have the tools, and look at what lovely au you have created!

I'm obsessed with this. I'm obsessed with the softness of this. This is like a butterfly kiss on your cheek on a summer afternoon while you watch a lake reflect the sky.

I want to know more about this. I want you to tell me more about your fanfic ideas and even if you want, I can help you write this, but please, let others enjoy this as much as I enjoy it. Because it's so so so so good.

A lot of villains fans are looking for this type of comfort. Damn, it is a dream to see a bakery filled with people who are getting better and finally having a chance in life, becoming a family, finding love, fighting their abusers in their own ways.

You even gave them the specific jobs. I'm— 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so well thought. Really, please write this. Please.

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astermacguffin · 3 years

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Sorry for churning out another self-indulgent AU that will take me forever to work on, but I'm obsessed with the concept of a destiel enemies-to-lovers logician AU. (Yes I already have a joenicky/kaysanova version of this and frankly I don't care lol)

LISTEN. I know it's more popular to put Dean in professions that get his hands involved (mechanic, baker, etc.) rather than very conceptual/academic professions BUT. Dean would absolutely love the elegant simplicity of formal logic.

Easy, guaranteed, and clear-cut answers that you get out of following simple rules? Dean would LOVE that after having such a difficult and complicated life.

I think Dean would specialize in the large family of modal logics, specifically deontic logic—the logic of obligations. Dean "miserable pile of familial obligations" would unfortunately enjoy this field. (No, he won't be an ethicist because he has fucked up ethics; moral philosophy won't fix him. Maybe some therapy and gay sex will.)

Castiel, on the other hand, is a logician/theologian/metaphysicist. He went to college for a religious studies degree but it turns out he likes the application of logic in God-talk more than the God-talk itself, so he switched specializations. He's one of the leading scholars in process theology, liberation theology, and the controversies surrounding S5 modal logics and the modal ontological argument.

So. Dean and Cas are both modal logicians with different specializations. Here's what happens:

They both have presentations for a logic conference the next day, so they go to a bar to unwind and maybe get laid.

They meet, have a one-night stand, and part ways.

Turns out they're both attending the same conference. They're not fully convinced with each other's ideas. Their playful bickering in the snacks table eventually devolves into a full-on fight. Someone has to physically restrain them.

Their rivalry eventually gets notorious in academic circles. They perform "academic fistfights" by constantly writing critical response papers to each other's works. There's wikipedia articles documenting their extensive history of flirt-fighting and the surprising amount of new literature written because of their public feud.

To be clear, they're not writing garbage work just to dunk on each other. They're genuinely contributing to the academic discourse. But if you look at their bibliography of works, the staggering amount of stuff they've written about or in response to the other is...alarming.

Absolutely no one discourages their fights because (1) it's entertaining and (2) it's producing a godawful amount of insightful literature. There's bets about when they're going to fuck it out (because no one knows about their one-night stand except maybe Sam, who finds this entire thing stupid but amusing).

One time, they get drunk in an afterparty. Cue some aggressive and very homoerotic banter. This eventually devolves into an elaborate game of gay chicken. Whoever gives up first must write an article where they support the thesis of the other.

They're both "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" at each other. They constantly flirt and seduce one another, waiting for the other one to finally give in. They do this in conferences as well.

Fellow logicians almost prefer the shouting and near fist-fights over their very inappropriate flirty banter in public. No one dares ban them in events because (1) again, they're entertaining, and (2) they're big-name academics.

Since they're both fucking competitive, they constantly try to one-up each other. They ask each other to go out in dates and stuff. Eventually, they start to genuinely learn things about each other and go "huh. You're not so bad after all."

When they first collaborate and publish their joint work, everyone loses their mind. Are they friends now? Did they finally fuck? Both of them find the reactions very amusing.

Eventually, they start hanging out outside of their competitive dates and simply as friends. They still haven't kissed or fucked ever since. When they first both realize that they're falling in love, they're like: "Shit."

Unfortunately, they're in too deep. These bastards are too prideful to be the one to admit their feelings. Both Dean and Cas talk to their brothers about this. They're both told how stupid they are.

This all comes to a head when Cas finally gives in and fucks Dean. Cas is about to confess his feelings when Dean starts chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Cas asks. "Well, I mean. Guess I should expect that article soon, right?" Dean says in an attempt to hide his fears with playful banter. Cas squints at him. "What article?"

Dean stammers in response. "I–you know? The bet we made? The bet that started it all? That's... that's what this is all about, right?"

Cas' face shuts off, devoid of emotion. "Right. Yes. Why don't you leave now so I can start writing that, hmm?" The smile on his face is big, but Dean knows it's fake and wrong.

"Cas, wait—" "DEAN. Please. Leave my apartment." Reluctantly, Dean dresses up for his walk of shame, leaving the apartment.

The next morning, the article comes out. It's short and not written very well. Everyone is confused about the sudden drop in quality.

They stop writing response works to each other, which alerts the entire academic community. They also visibly avoid each other in conferences now. Their fellow academics take it back: they would prefer the insufferably horny flirting over this cold, silent treatment. Everyone feels the tension and it's not as lively anymore.

Cas is miserable because he thinks his feelings are unrequited. Dean feels miserable because Cas has since stopped replying to his texts and calls.

In his last-ditch attempt to get through Cas, Dean writes a celebratory primer, summarizing Cas' entire bibliography and important contributions to the field throughout his entire career. Interspersed in the writing are personal reflections on Cas' character as a thinker and a person, as well as little in-jokes meant only for Cas' eyes. It's the most sappy and gayass bibliographic summary ever written.

Cas, of course, reads this and understands the intent behind it. He finally calls Dean, they meet, they hash things out, admit their feelings, and finally kiss. Yada yada happy ending

Later on, when they finally publish their first joint work as a married couple, everyone loses their minds. Again.

#spn #destiel #destiel logican au #this was so much fun to write #destiel fic #aster writes

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likesomekindofcheese · 3 years

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Hii! Can I request a male marvel and harry potter (golden trio or marauders era please) ship/matchup if you’re still doing them?

I am 5’7”, cancer, Slytherin, ENTP, enneagram type 8, very thin body type (i got nothing😭) hecking pale, brown hair and red highlights, and hazel eyes that change color. My main traits are chaotic, sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, and according to people I know, mean af. I’m a straight female and a raging feminist. I am secretly touch-starved and a hopeless romantic. I am pretty social but love being alone to have time to myself for reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, and listening to music. Some of my worst traits are selfishness, stubbornness, and jealousy. Some of my good traits are my intelligence, logical thinking, creativity, and humor I guess. My strongest emotions are rage and excitement. I am Pagan/Wiccan and have an unhealthy obsession with collecting rocks and shells (and reading fanfics but let’s not worry about that🥴) I’m Moldovan and Romanian is my first language. I get like either no sleep or sleep until noon and I’m a big over-thinker and have anxiety. Believe me or not, but I can in fact see auras (if I concentrate but also sorta unfocus my eyes kinda; it’s weird) I’m a pretty chill person but if you anger or provoke me the only advice I have is to run🙂

Well that was a mess. I hope it was good enough, no rush!

Some sparkle for you✨✨✨

Oh lord!!! Let me send sparkles back!✨✨✨🥺

For Harry Potter, I can see you with Sirius Black!!

First of all, when he initially notices that you are in Slytherin and he is in Gryffindor, he is hesitant. You might be super attractive to him with your eyes with a magic of their own, your thing body that looked amazing in the robes and clothes you chose, and especially with your skin and hair, but he tried to resist it.

It was when he found you in the library listening to music somehow on a muggle device that curiosity got him.

But your chaos and sass as you got over the House rivalry deal made him fall. In one of your later years (this is a slow burn, I know), you sassed off a jerk doing something awful in the hallway. And that was the moment he decided he wanted to kiss you.

So one evening, he asked you out. And you had your first kiss as a couple on a winter’s evening, as the snow trickled down. You turned red and your breathing almost stopped. You were so unused to physical touch and you explained that to him. He understood.

Sirius would cuddle you all the time, holding your hand-just to make you smile. When you have trouble falling asleep, he will plop you on the couch and you will write and draw and cuddle until you snooze away.

When he finds out about the auras thing, he asks you about his. He then has you look at the auras for everyone else and he stands amazed. He brags about you to the Marauders and even they are shook (tm).

Plus even beyond school, both of you are the Chaotic, cute couple. You dress in silly costumes and laugh a lot. Even if you stay up late goofing off, he will still dance you around the room and kiss you like that love struck Gryffindor boy from years ago.

For Marvel, I thought of a couple guys, but my gut is telling who it should be and I trust it, for Marvel, I ship you with...

Loki Laufreyson!!! (however you spell that last name!)

hahahahha after that season finale he needs someone really nice to get with after he gets some therapy after those events hahhahahah hahahahha *distant crying*

Anyways, but both of you sound very similar. Plenty of chaos and sass in your personalities. When he comes up with a prank, you just...roll around with it. Then you go to him (if you are a Midguardian, let’s say you hang around the Avengers somehow and get to meet him through Thor) and go “hey...can you do this?” So you wind up becoming a prank duo.

But the thing that is different is that you don’t put up with his bullshit. He got an asshole idea, and the second you found out you pulled him out of it with a tug on the ear (you’re tall for a woman, but he is still pretty big next to you) and he goes “OW, what was that for?”

“Don’t you realize what this is doing?! Stop it, now!” you insist, and he does. Because he respects your anger and your strength.

And it struck him that he was moved. Moved by a mere mortal...and in fact, he keeps trying to be a better man, er, Frost giant/demi-god...because you make him want to be better. Cut to Thor finding a pile of self-help books on Asguard and his brother walking around with one in his nose.

But he is surprisingly sweet with your anxiety. When you have an attack when he’s around, he takes your hand and shushes you. He even uses a bit of magic to conjure something relaxing, like rain or the odd mug of tea.

Thor ships it too. So finally he sets you up by tossing his hands in the air when you are together and says “Loki, you love her, and she’s crazy about you-court already before I shove you both together, dammit!” (he was never one for subtlety) while pushing you two close as if to kiss or dance while you both blush. Publicly admitting your feelings with the god of thunder watching.

Although being a mortal dating a god had its odd challenges. Like, having him turn into a fly so your friends or family wouldn’t catch him in your room. Or dealing with Odin and Frigga at the dinner table. Both of you learned so much about the other’s lives that you could respect each other.

Plus, being a god and having access to knowledge around the world, he would be able to talk with you in Romanian. Calling you all sorts of sweet pet names like iubi or sufletel.

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neverendingstories00 · 4 years

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Past The Point Of No Return (Ch.9/FINALE)

Pairing: Safin x F!Reader

Summary: You attempt to adjust back to your mundane lifestyle, but Safin still haunts you. Safin makes sure to let the world know that you are his and only his.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: N/A

A/N: GUYS!! It's the final chappie...😖 Dw, there's an epilogue that is going to come very shortly. I know this has been short, but it's been a really fun ride. I promise to write more fics in the future. I might take a small break since school and that I've been writing non-stop for the past week and posting the chappies at like 3am. Anwyays, I stayed up until 2am to finish this for you guys. Your support and comments literally make my day so thank you once again! Hope you guys enjoy this ❣️❣️

MASTERLIST

Three months on that dreaded island, and the world hadn’t changed. M16 was still running, the protests still occurred, and you (surprisingly) were still alive. You returned to your old apartment and saw the desk where you had meet Safin, imaging the knife that was uncomfortable close to your neck. The way he had sniffed your hair and his nickname, clever girl, rolled off of his tongue. In your apartment, you always thought Safin was going to be waiting for you at every corner.

All of your family and friends were overjoyed seeing your alive. Your poor mother and sister sobbed as they held you close and gave a thousand thanks to M16. In those months you were gone, everybody was sure that you had died or were killed in a horrible manner. Your mother didn’t even want to know what you had gone through. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your body as her tears stained your shoulder,

“Just stay with me. Please.” Her broken voiced cracked. “I can’t lose you again, y/n.”

That had marked the first time you ever cried in front of your coworkers. You knew it was unprofessional, but after months of captivity, you were even more damaged then you were before. Being inside of your own body and clothes made you painfully uncomfortable. You constantly took showers and changed your clothes because everything reminded you of Safin. No longer could you wear in a braid since you lay on Safin’s chest and he’d unravel the braid, running his fingers as you two walked. All of the dresses in your closet you threw out, just looking at them made you think of the night after that dinner where Safin requested a kiss.

Even if it wasn’t there, he haunted you every second.

Safin had been locked away in M16’s underground emergency headquarters. Nomi reported that he was under constant surveillance. He was polite to most of the guards, requesting a copy of a Brave New World. It was absolutely bizarre, but they gave it to him. They tried to force information of out him, but he wouldn’t budge. No reason why he kidnapped you, wanted control over post-soviet countries, or any of the sadistic actions he had done. Upon seeing Bond, M, or any agent, he would ridicule and tear them down. It turned out the woman he had previously loved was Madeleine. He had attempted to create a clone with his and Madeliene’s blood but failed. Nobody had a single idea of what he was capable of. Not even you knew what Safin held. But all M16 knew was that he was a classified global threat that was taken down by his own prisoner. His downfall had begun after his capture. The protests had been contained by goverments and other international spy agencies. M had promised that he would never ever step within a mile of your location.

It all seemed too normal to be true.

The month following your return, you decided to get back into the line of action two weeks after your arrival. Your mother had voted against it, but you needed it more than anything. Anything to get Safin out your mind. Your first day in office was full of questions from all of your co-workers.

“What did he do to you?”

“What was Safin’s lair like?”

‘What was under the mask?”

You could never respond with the truth. The nights were he had fucked you with his tongue down your throat; your neck decorated in red marks. How he had married the two of you and took you on expensive shopping trips. The only people who knew of the truth were Nomi, Bond, and M. That was all. It all seemed like a drug trip gone wrong. After your first week back, the questions had gone down. Moneypenny would come to your desk with a report, a smile on her clear skin. “Welcome back, C”. It made you smile, taking the report and typing away. Being back to your mundane life was going to get taking use to it. No longer would you have nights of true pleasure in your life ever again. But it was for the better. You were utterly damaged beyond belief, but hid in deep in your body. Your broken, crippled soul.

Q had been one of your closest acquaintances in M16. Upon first meeting him, a rivalry was sparked between you two. Q had been deemed the smartest person in M16. With you, a stubborn and young recruit, he shook in his shoes. You thought he hated you at first, but he stated that he considered you a “boon companion”. The man spoke with such large words. You told him to simply call you a “friend”, and that is where your friendship that slowly began to grow.

You knew you weren’t suppose to tell him, but you did. Every single bit of it. He would come over to your apartment every night with Chinese Food, listening with his Miso Soup as you explained your experience on the island. Q wasn’t one for gossip and you trusted him with all of the information you had told him. Not only was he a colleague, but a confidant.

The ring was minimanlistic gold band with thin, dainty diamonds. It was easy to miss. Q looked at your hand, examining the ring.

“You’re married to him?”

You nodded in response. “I am. He had a whole ceremony, and a priest held at gunpoint. I’ve taken the ring off…”

“Regardless, your still...married to him.” Q had seen some bizarre events over the years, but this was truly baffling. One of his friends was forcefully married to the world’s most feared anarchist.

“Do you think I wanted to be? I can’t forget about him. He’s still there..”

“In solitary confinement. He’s being guarded twenty-four seven. Safin isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.” Q attempted to console. He was horrible with emotions. “I checked every database I could and tried to find any ties connected to him, but nothing came up. If they do, I’ll make sure to alert you of them.”

Holding the ring in your fingers, you spun it around. A sigh escaped your mouth. “Q, I...can’t. He..we..”

“He took advantage of you. All of the threats he had made were meant to scare you. I know you tried to fight back. Everything you had gone through...I apologize.” Q said, a hint of guilt in his voice. “Day and night, I tracked for your location. We thought Spectre had taken you. Safin had made sure there was no trace of you. Months prior, he had been planning this. He was obsessed with you. Only If I had kn-”

“I’m here now. I’m not leaving.” You confirmed, trying to sound confident. Safin couldn’t hurt you anymore. He was locked away, never to be shown to the world again. “Thanks to your and your little trick, I got out.”

“A prisoner bringing down her captor. That is quite impressive, C.”

“And I’ll do it again.” You promised. Q nodded in response, a sly smile on your face. He grabbed his Sake and the two of your cheered, drinking your sorrows away. Q wasn’t one for words. Whenever he grabbed his Sake, it was a silent reminder that your secrets were safe with him. Always.

-----

It all started with your period. Even before meeting Safin, your period was becoming spottier and came at late dates. You shrugged it out and thought nothing of it. But after your arrival home, not only did your mental health decline but so did your pyshical wellbeing. It all started with your frequent mood swings at work and home, causing sleepless nights. Your doctor prescribed you with bipolar medication, but it never worked. All it did was make you more paranoid and sensitive.

Your period came late. It was spotty and faint, and had disappeared two days later. Your heart beat was increasing, you breasts became larger as they ached, and you felt nauseous without getting sick. Those had been the major symptoms.

It wasn’t until you had fainted infront during a presentation that Q had decided it was best for you to go to a doctor. He had noticed the bags under your eyes, fatigue, and slight change in weight.

Inside of the doctor’s office, you looked down, rapidly tapping your foot. What the hell was happening to you? Were you truly going insane. Everything hurt so much.

Q placed his hand on your thigh, making the shaking stop. Looking over at him, your face was full of worry.

“He’ll put you on stronger medication, C. Your going to be fine.”

As you wanted to respond, the doctor opened the door and shut it behind him, looking at the papers as he tilted his glasses down.

Sitting up, you look at him, eager for an answear. Your expectations were low for anything major. “What is the issue, docter?”

Sorting out his papers, he answered, “From your test, it appears that your...pregnant.”

The shaking stopped. Your breathing become lower as everything became blurry and muffled. Everything was numb. This was the last thing that you needed. It had to be a false test. There was no way you could be holding his child. It wasn’t possible.

“No...No…” You managed to mutter. Q looked over at you, pity in his eyes. “Please, I can’t do this,”

The doctor looked down at you, understanding your distress. He knew about who the father could potentially be.

“I’m sorry, I am..” He gulped as he shook his head. It didn’t seem like what he was going to tell you was good news.

“Your five months pregnant, y/n. It’s too late for an abortion.”

Everything dropped around you. Looking at your stomach, you felt disguetd with yourself. Inside your stomach, you were carrying his child. Safin’s offspring. Inside of your stomach was a growing monster.

The doctor interrupted, trying to make the best out of a positive situation. He said that you could give the child up to adoption and that he knew plenty of parents that wanted a child. All you did was want to leave the godawful place. A few short minutes later you had left with Q. Q barely spoke a word, seeing the disallief on your face.

Getting into Q’s Landrover, you close the door, looking straight foward.

“Q?” You muttered, turning to him.

He looked back at you, awaiting for your response.”Yes?”

“Is the office still open?”

Q furrowed an eyebrow, perplexed. “Why do you want to go at such a late hour?”

You looked at your stomach before looking back at Q.

“I have unfinished business I need to attend to.”

-----

Q had begged for you to reconsider, but you ignored him. You were furious, hurt, and upset. Not only at yourself, but Safin. He would always whisper in your ear that you were “past the point of no return”. After months of speculation, you finally knew why. Even if he was imprisoned, Safin had to mark you to let the world know that you were his and only his. It was all some sick and twisted plan.

Walking down into the emergency room, you entered the room and saw him, locked away in a glass cell. Safin looked the same, except he wore an nude jumpsuit. It had been two months since you had last saw him. His last, cold whisper with heartbroken eyes as he was dragged away. A subtle smile appeared on his face as he put his book down.

“My dear y/n, you’ve finally come to visit.” He greeted. “I was beginning to miss you.”

“YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!” You screeched like a banshee. Attempting to bang on the glass cell doors, the guards help you back. “HOW DARE YOU!”

Safin raised one of his eyebrows, confused. He scalded y/n’s body, seeing the tired face and somewhat noticeable bump. She still looked like her beautiful self. But there was something rather off about her appearance. When on his island, y/n looked happier. Like she had been sleeping more, letting down his guard. But when she returned home, all of the happiness had evaporated from her body. Safin could’t hate the woman that betrayed him. After all, y/n was his wife.

“What you mean?” He queried. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Did’t you say you needed me?”

“Do you want this?” Safin panted, looking down at you. Seeing him on top of him, he’s truly a stunning man. His velvety voice was making you wet. Instead of sounding pissed off, he sounded calm and even caring.

“Shut up, please.” Your hand traveled to his cheek, gently patting it. “I-”

Two of his fingers enter your clitoris, causing you to bite your lip. It was a painful reaction at first, but then became pleasurable. You could no longer hide your pleasure and let out a small moan. “N-need it.”

“I never asked to be pregnant! Especially with this!”

Safin simply shook his head, perplexed to why you had been acting so angry about your pregnancy. You were going to become his wife, it was bound to happen. “I thought you would have learned sooner. I don’t see why you are so distressed, my love.”

“Don’t fucking my love me, Safin.” You snapped back as tears began to prick at your eyes. “You used all these threats against my work and family for me to obey your little commands. Face it, you took advantage of me.”

“Took advantage of? What are you speaking of, y/n?” Safin stood up from sitting and walked close to the glass to get a better look at you. “When I first saw you, I knew you were going to mine. My wife, my companion, my light, forever. That child inside of you is our creation. Can you imagine what he or she will do?”

“Your carrying one of the elites. I know this transformation is painful, but they will be beautiful and smart like there mother. They will carry on for me and you, build a new world. Just like we will do.” Safin calmly stated in his silkly accented voice. He seemed so confident and calm in his wording as if the situation had been totally normal. “If you try to give him up, I swear on my life that I will find the child and you again. SPECTRE will want that child more than anything else.”

“This child or SPECTRE will never know of your existence.” You maintained, trying not to go emotional. Safin could never his child for thousnads of reasons. The last thing you wanted was to have another Safin running around the world. “It will grow up fatherless. It cannot be exposed to such a monstrous man.”

The calm composure of Safin quickly changed. His expression became more scrunched as his hands clenched into fists. “He is my child too, y/n. We bleed the same blood. I demand to see him. It is only fair.”

Stepping back, you shaked your head. As long as you were alive, that child was going to be far away from Safin. “It’s only fair to the child that they grow up normal.”

“Normal?” Safin quietly muttered, before booming. “HE IS OUR CHILD, WOMAN? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN ME? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MY WORK? THAT CHILD IS NOT A FOLLOWER, HE IS A LEADER! WHAT DO YOU NOT SEE?”

You jumped back, startled by this yelling. The guards had turned to him, pointing there guns. The last thing they needed was a riled Safin.

“I see everything. You are going to be locked in here, forever. Charged for your crimes agaisnt humanity, and Myself?” You explained as you looked at your stomach before meeting the eyes of your husband. “Will raise the child as my own. Be a mother and raise them to be the opposite of there father. We may be married, but I am not connected to you. I’m breaking all ties with you. You hurt me, manipulated me, used me. That’s not what love is. I have never, and will never love you, Safin. Goodbye.”

Safin looked heartbroken and betrayed, unable to respond to such a thing. For the first time in forever, he looked defeated. The anarchist was so happy to have you as his wife and an offspring to call his own, but his dreams had been crushed. His own wife didn’t love him and his child would never know who he is. Safin would never see the only person he truly loved ever again.

Spinning on your heel, you walked out of the room with Q behind you. Tears fell from your eyes as you stopped at and looked at the empty office with a hand on your face. Safin’s child was growing inside of you. You were far past the point of return now as you carried one of the most dangerous men in the world’s child. But it wasn’t just Safin’s child, it was your as well. You were going to be this child’s mother now, whether you liked it or not. If SPECTRE or anybody had found them, they would be killed on spot. You refused to let an innocent child go through such pain. Just because it had Safin’s blood didn’t mean it was a monster. Evil was not born, but made. It was your duty as a former solider and new mother to serve your country and family.

Your child may bleed Safin’s blood, but it will never become anything similar to his father under your eyes.

-----

THREE YEARS LATER

Louis was the best thing that had happened to you. When you first saw him, held him, you knew you loved him. The child would always cry and fuss in everybody else’s arms but yours. After your difficult birth, the nurses tried to comfort Louis but he simply wouldn’t stop crying. When the nurses had given him to you he had stopped crying and slept in your arms. Holding Louis, all of the pain and anxiety in the world had gone away. He was the light in your darkness.

Everybody who had met the child loved him. Your closest acquaintances at M16 such as Moneypenny and Q knew about Louis. Moneypenny always offered to babysit while Q would bring his cats to be Louis’s first friends. Bond and Nomi had given him the nickname “big man” and Madeleine, to your surprise, thought Louis was a sweetheart.

You’re first week as a mother wasn’t the most ideal. It was full of crying, confusion, and uncomfort. Whenever you looked at Louis, he reminded you of Safin. Everything about him made Safin upon your eyes. But you kept telling yourself that they were two separate people. Safin was locked away, never to see your child or you ever again. You were safe.

Three years had gone by fast. You were no longer a girl, but a woman. You still continued your job at M16 as usual; encrypting, decrytping, helping the double oh agents with there missions. Nothing had changed, except you were a mother.

Your work shifts had gotten shorter due to your commitment. Instead of working to four am, you were strictly prohibited (Moneypenny’s words) to only work to Nine. It didn’t seem ideal at first. But as the days had gone on, your highlight would come home to Louis, running to your legs and hugging them. It brought a true smile to your face. It was the first one you had felt that was genuine in years.

Unlocking the door and opening it, Louis had ran up to your legs, jumping up and down that you were home.

“Mama! Home!” He smiled. You picked him up as he kissed your face, and you responded back with kisses as well. Louis had a minor speech delay and could only piece together certain words. Everybody had found it adorable.

[Y/s/n] came up to you, crossing her arms. “Let mama walk in the door and breathe for five seconds, Lou.”

“It’s fine, [y/s/n]. He’s just excited.” You reassured. Placing Louis down, you rub his head as he runs back to building his lego. Needing a drink, [y/s/n] leads you to the kitchen to make you one drink to ease your nerves.”

“How was work?” She asked, grabbing the glasses as she worked her magic.

You shrugged in response, “Same old shit. Glad to be home though, I got two days off.”

“Really? I thought you never got work off.”

“Thought so too. My supervisor gave me the weekend off. He wanted me to relax.” You explained. [Y/s/n] handed you a drink and you too toasted before gulping them down.

“You can get a break from him, if you want.” You offered. It was your only time to spend with Louis alone. Your sister smiled at the idea.

She had a growing family and life of her own as well. “Really?”

“Yeah, I need some time with him. I just want him to know what I love him..”

“Y/n..” Your sister patted your shoulder. “He knows that. Remember when he was a baby and James tried to hold him, but he got kicked in the face? When’s he around you, he’s calm. He loves you more than anything in the world.”

“Your not even a mother, yet you’re so motherly.” You smirked.

She chuckled back in response. “He’s one of the [y/l/n]’s. It’s my duty to be his aunt.”

Louis ran into the kitchen, bored with his project. All he wanted to do was be with his mama. Running up your legs, Louis grabbed the pant and tugged on them. “Mama?”

“Yes, Lou?” You looked down, moving his unruly dark curls out of his beautiful bronze face. He had Safin’s beautiful bluish-green eyes that always shined. Although nothing like his father, Louis was the copy and paste of Safin.

“Storytime..please?” Louis begged with his puppy eyes.

“Of course..” You smiled. Louis ran off to his bedroom to wait patiently for his story.

Your sister looked and smiled at you. “He’s amazing..”

“I know. Everybody knows..”

-----

Louis hadn’t even gotten through the first few pages without falling asleep on your shoulder. As you read through Beauty And The Beast, his little snores stopped your sighing. Looking down at him, Louis was truly a beautiful little boy. He had dark curly brown hair, bronzed olive skin, big bluish-green eyes, and chubby cheeks. You had gotten used to the fact that Louis was identical to Safin. He shared his blood, but Louis and Safin were two different people. Safin was a broken and misunderstood Anarchist while Louis was a sweet, little boy.

As hard as it was to believe, Safin was once a young childhood who didn’t know anybody better. His innocence had been stripped away from him at a young age, scarring him permanently with internal and external wounds.

You should hate him for he had done to you. What he had done to the world and the pain. But yet, a small part of you missed him.

You missed the way Safin gave you what no other man could give you. How he treated you not only with true obsessive love but spoiled you with endless gifts and kisses. How his fingers would play with your hair, his sweet nicknames, how he promised to kill and die for you. Safin worshipped you like a god. When he had kidnapped you, at first you hated him more than anything in the world. But as time had gone on and he became more vulnerable, you began to fall for him. You were a scared beauty who fell for the broken beast.

What if M16 had never come for you? Safin would have been your husband, whether you liked it not. Louis would have to grow up with Safin’s influences, trapped in a Submarine Pen. You didn’t want to imagine what Safin wanted with your child. What he would use it for in his sick game of Anarchy and Discord. Just the thought of Safin made you happy, sad, and confused. You pulled Louis close and stroked his curls, wanting to protect him. Maybe you should have slept with him to make sure he was safe.

Safin was locked away. He wouldn’t hurt you again.

Why did you miss someone you hated so much?

After taking off your prosthetic and rolling into your bed, you throw the covers over your cold body. Your whole life you had always felt alone. Connections were hard for you to make, no matter how hard you tried. In your thirty two years of life, you had always felt disconnected from the world. Something had to be wrong with you. The bed was big enough for two people, but there was only one person. As you make yourself comfortable, you notice a burning candle on the nightstand. It makes you think back to that night in Greece, with Safin’s hands travelling over your body as he passioantly made love to you. Safin wasn’t a man you had met everyday. He was an Anarchist who happened to be obsessed with you and your legal husband. The ring was still on your finger to this day. Looking at it made you subtly smile to yourself. Why were you so happy about him? Safin was unpredictable. One minute you symathized for him, wanted him, or hated him.

But then you realized it.

Safin’s love for you was unhealthy. He had stalked your whole life and pre planned your kidnapping to be his bride. You had thought you were going to be used a bargaining trip, but it was the total opposite. The more you learned (and obsered) Safin, you realized that he was human as well. He was a lonely evil man who yearned for love. The love he had experience was eithier negative or nothing. Upon seeing you, Safin wanted you, but didn’t know how to win you over. He made you a garden, gave you expensive items, a bedroom instead of a cell, yet you refused to love him. It wasn’t until Greece where you began to slighlty sympathieze with him. It would never justify his actions. When you had fucked, all you needed was a distraction. Both of you had been touchstarved. When that occurred, Safin had assumed you were in love. He did whatever he took for you to love him, even if it meant killing for freinds and family or forcing you into a loveless marriage.

It was for the better that Safin was locked away in a glass cell for the rest of his days. You and Louis could try to live a somewhat normal life. You would never experience a true connection again. But it was okay with you. If you could most of your life being confused and yearning, then you could do it for as long as you lived. Louis was the only reason you were going on with life. His smile and how his eyes twinkled in the light made you cry; he was truly a star.

You would never admit it to anyone, not even your cloest friends or family, but a small part of you did truly love Safin. You wanted to help him, but he was far past the point of the return. It was better if he was out of your life.

Looking into the burning candle, your eyes begin to flutter shut. You suddenly feel warm again, like your being held and watched over. It always felt like you were never alone. Safin was a lingering phantom that intrigued and haunted you. He was always watching you.

And yet, a small part of you truly loved Safin.

#rami malek x reader #safin x reader #safin #rami malek #james bond #no time to die #my writing

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daraanna · 5 years

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Broken promise 1/3

She was sitting on the edge of her bed reading a book when she heard a knock on her window. She sighed, knowing well who was the only one who used to visit her like that. She did not hurry to let the blonde inside.

"Hey," Boruto grinned, jumping over the windowsill.

„Tch ... Can you tell me what brings you to me at this time? - she asked, looking as the boy walks around her room.

“Um ... I thought... would you like to spar?” he asked.

"Is this a joke?" She asked, and couldn’t help smirk. Only he could think of something so idiotic “You know well that my papa leaves for a mission tomorrow...”

"It won't take long... Please!" The girl sighed, seeing him make big puppy eyes. She knew perfectly well that he won’t leave her alone untill she agree.

"Okay but only Tajjutsu," she replied, and before the boy could protest, she added, "We don't want to wake up the whole Konoha ..."

Apparently this argument was enough for the boy because he just nodded and jumped out the window directing to the training fields. Sarada put on a jacket and followed him. Initially, their fight was very technical. Every attack met with not too strong counterattack, but after this short warm-up, the exchange of blows get more serious. Boruto as a soft fist user fought in the short distance, which did not give her time to accumulate the chakra in the right place to use her superhuman strength. On the other hand, she did not want to hit him too hard, in the end it was a sparring, not a real fight. The blond man did not give his best, despite the fact that without Byakugan could not see the chakra network, she knew that by targeting certain organs he could knock her out. However, except that the boy did not want to hurt her, there was something strange in his movements. They were mechanical and predictable, as if he didn't think at all what he was doing. She decided to give us some time to get better, but all the time his thoughts were far from their fight. Slightly irritated, she decided to stop that farce, grabbing his wrist and twisting it, she send him face down in the sand.

"I think that would be enough," she sighed, pressing him with the weight of her body to the ground.

"Yeah, we can say it's a draw," said the boy, coughing up grains of sand. The girl rolled her eyes getting up from him.

"If you tell me what you really want from me..." she replied sitting down on the stone next to him.

“Hn? What? ” He asked, smiling innocently, just making her more suspicious. She looked at him meeting his blue iris, it wasn't long before the boy sighed resignedly.

“I ... Uhhh ...- he started looking away from her- I wanted to say that I really believe that you will be able to become a great Hokage.”

She looked at him in shock. On the one hand, she wanted to shout at him, that he pulled her out of the house at the middle of night for such reason. But on the other... The fact that her best friend supported her dream meant a lot to her. First time she heard these words from him, she felt like her heart want to jump out of her chest. It wasn't different now. Feeling strange warmth on her cheeks, she looked aside.

"You could have said that without fighting ..." she replied "But ... Thank you."

She felt his eyes on her, and unfortunately she felt even warmer.

“Um .. This ... I also support your dream of becoming my inferior... “ Stressed she began to babble.

“Uh !? Inferior!? ”The blond man started, but the girl just wave him at goodbye and ran back home ”Oi! Sarada !!!”

Less than a minute later she was back in her own room. Her heart was pounding and her face was undoubtedly red. What worse, physical exertion was not the reason. She was very irritated by what Boruto could do to her, because such behavior can messed up their missions, and she can't let stupid adolescence get in her way of becoming a Hokage ... She sighed, lying on the bed. Tomorrow she must get up early to say goodbye to papa. She reached into the bedside table to turn off the lamp, but noticed something shiny hanging from the edge of the furniture. Curious, she picked up the item, which turned out to be a Boruto necklace.

"The idiot probably lost it and didn't even notice," she thought as she put the jewelry aside. I will get it to him tomorrow.

.................................................. The next day, she got up early to have breakfast with her dad. Despite the anxiety associated with the fact that he sets out on a long mission again (this time he was supposed to be away for over a year), the morning was nice. Real nerves began as they prepared to leave the house. Despite the fact that she knew that the matter with Kara was serious and required the presence of her dad. It was still the small part of her that wanted to resist it. After all, they've lost so much time. Will ever came time when her family will be able to live together peacefully? However, she felt that she must be strong for both her parents and herself. Her mother helped dad put on a cape. Not that this help was needed, however, every opportunity to do something together was important now. Sarada stood two steps next to them holding the small luggage of the elder Uchiha. She could not resist to smile seeing Sasuke's ears get red, when the pink-haired women kissed his cheek.

"Such things shouldn’t be done in front of children," he replied quietly turning to put on his shoes.

Young Uchiha could not help to giggle.

“Tch. We should hurry. Boruto is probably waiting at the gate. I don't want to be like Kakashi.”

Sarada was surprised. She seemed to know how much Uzumaki admires her papa, but thi was exaggeration. Coming to say goodbye to him seemed obsessive.

"Why would he come and say goodbye to you?"

Sasuke turned and looked at her surprised.

"He comes with me," he replied. For a while Black-haired girl was shocked, but when she realized what she heard and what it meant to her, she felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. Seeing his daughter's reaction, the older Uchiha was surprised even more.

"He didn't tell you about it?" He asked.

"No," she replied, feeling like the world was collapsing on her head.

"Oh ..." her father clearly didn't expect such an answer. After that, she was able to see that he was clearly worried about it as much as her mother.

"He must have forgotten," she said, forcing a smile. ”J-just like me that I have something important to do and ... Um ... Could we say goodbye here?”

She had no strength to go to the edge of the village. She had no strength to see Boruto. The overwhelming panic slowly turned into anger, she wasn't sure what she would do if she met him..

Taking two steps forward, she hugged her father. It was very spontaneous and, judging by a small sigh, she squeezed him a little too tightly, but it gave her temporary peace. She felt his hand on her head as he gently stroked her hair.

“Take care of yourself”

“I will.”

"On this idiot too," she added after a while much quieter.

“Hn. Are you sure...”

"Yes," she leaned back, "See you."

Sasuke seeing her smile felt even greater doubt. He knew the look on her face from the time he was a genin himself. Sakura often tried to mask her worries in this way. He looked at the pink hair watching the whole scene. She nodded, letting him know he would take care of it. He turned his gaze to his daughter again. He reached out two index and middle fingers and gently touched her forehead.

“ Until next time” for a moment her expression changed, her smile became sadder but honest. Moments later she ran towards her room.

"I will talk to her," he heard his wife's voice, "It seems that we also have to say goodbye here."

“Hn. Rivalry is a complicated thing.” For a moment he felt the surprised look from his wife. “What?”

"Nothing ... I just have the impression that it is more complicated ..." She replied correcting his collar.

-Hn?

"I'll take care of it," she added, embracing him and pulling him to her.

Black-haired man embraced her waist. Moments later he felt her lips on his. The kiss was gentle and short, but contained a lot of emotions. For a long time, they stood with their foreheads connected and eyes closed.

"Return to us safely," she broke the silence.

"I'll come back," he replied, opening his eyes.

They looked at each other for a moment, before the head of the Uchiha family left the house. Sakura stood in the room for a while before she headed upstairs to her daughter's room.

.......................................

When shadow Hokage arrived at the village gate, his student was already waiting for him.

"Good morning Sasuke-san!" He exclaimed, grinning like his father.

“Hn.”

" Sarada did not come to say goodbye to you?" He asked after a moment.

"She had to stay at home ..." Uchiha replied.

"Oh," the blond sighed, clearly saddened.

"Are you sure you're ready to go?" asked the owner of sharingan.

“Yeah.”

“You know if you have forgotten something, we still have some time ...”

“ I'm sure I have everything ...”

Sasuke looked at his student for a moment. On the one hand, his parental instinct commanded him to beat the little dope, for the pain he caused his daughter. On the other hand, he doubted Sarada would want him to interfere in her relationship with her friends. He sighed and past the leaf village gate. Rivalry, really is a difficult thing ...

.................................................

She sat curled up on the windowsill in her room. She was shocked, sad, angry, disappointed. She felt moisture on her cheek, and wiped her tears which make her furious. Her pride told her she shouldn't cry for someone who left friends without saying a word. She wanted to scream and hit the walls, but they couldn't afford another reconstruction of the house. Trying to find any relief to emotion that was stirring inside her, she grabbed a silver necklace with a bolt lying on the bedside table and threw it out of the window as far as she could.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door.

"Sarada, can I come in?" Her mother asked.

"I would prefer not," she replied.

"You are sure," the pink-haired woman added, opening the door slightly.

"It's all right," she said, but clearly her parent wasn't convinced. "I just need some time ..."

Sakura sighed. "If you need something, I'm in the kitchen, okay?”

"Hn ...”

As soon as the medical ninja left her room, the black-haired girl lay down on the bed and remained so until the next day. ...........................................................

So I get idea to write short 2-3 part fic in which Boruto and Sarada can't get along, because they don’t know what they relationship is, Sasuke and Naruto thinks that they have typical rivalry ploblem... Only Sakura, Hinata and Mitsuki knows what acually is happening between Boruto and Sarada...

This fic was written before the realise of 38 chapter so the situation here is different than in the manga. It is only what I can write without writing any spoilers.

Next part will be happening after the time skip.

next part >

#sarada uchiha #boruto uzumaki #borusara #Sasuke Uchiha #Sakura Haruno #sasusakusara #PAPASUKE #mamakura #sasusaku

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angelicthor · 5 years

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billion dollar man - part 9

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, nat-centric chapter, mentions of ptsd, slight daddy kink

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: i am a slut for validation, pls + thnks

Blowing on the cup of coffee Nat had handed you, you brought the steaming liquid to your lips, humming at the taste that flooded your mouth and looked over the numerous fabric samples Nat had spread out over her desk.

Your eyes wandered over the various silks, velvets, leathers, and lace that all sat piled up in various shades as Nat tried to perfect her latest designs for her next line, pencil scribbling on the multitude of sheets she had in front of her. Plucking up a patch of baby blue silk, you let your thumb stroke over the unbelievably soft material in your hand.

“Wow, that’s soft,” You muttered placing your cup and the fabric down as you moved to examine one of the designs Nat had sketched out, “So how does this work? You draw them, pick the right fabrics and then what?”

“Sort off, I have to figure out what how to creature the perfect shape with the fabric and the design. See the overall design won’t change regardless of what fabric we use but how we structure the cup is what provides the support, so it’s about getting that right before we go to production. It may take a few failed prototypes, but I’ll get it in the end.”

Nat placed a patch of cream lace over the baby blue silk you had been admiring before clipping them both to the paper she was writing on and heading over to the sewing machine in the corner of her office, pinning her design to the board on the wall before tracing out the desired shapes on the bolt of silk she had, quickly eyeing you as she made her templates.

You watched in fascination as her design came to life before your eyes, Natasha expertly sewing the pieces together with skilful precision until the feeble scraps of silk became boutique lingerie.

“How’s the wedding planning going?”

“Ugh don’t ask, Sam’s insisting we have a fucking falcon fly down the aisle to deliver our wedding rings. It doesn’t exactly tie in with our plan for a low-key wedding,” Natasha groaned, banging on the sewing machine when the lace details she was attaching to the cup stuck around the needle, muttering angry curses in Russian under her breath. “It’s Sam, he has this thing for falcons - I swear he’s obsessed. He says he’s already found the perfect one, ‘redwing’. Not gonna happen.”

You couldn’t help but snort at her, “I hate to break it to you Nat but a wedding in the Hamptons isn’t exactly low-key.”

And it was true, you had seen all of her plans up to now and they were anything but simple, the dress being hand-designed in London by one of the most exclusive designers you had ever heard of, the venue was stunning, and the grand total was more than you had ever seen anyone spend on a wedding before in your life.

If this was Nat’s idea of subtle, you would love to see what her being extravagant looked like.

“Yeah, well I’m still not having a damn bird fly down the aisle,” Nat muttered as she threaded the wire through the bottom of the bra, “Besides, I’m taking a break from planning the wedding.”

You quirked a brow at that, Natasha Romanoff wasn’t one to take breaks.

“Oh really, and why would that be? Don’t tell me the infamous Natasha Romanoff is tired of a little wedding planning?” You couldn’t help but tease, a playful smirk on your face as the redhead stuck her tongue out at you.

“Ha-ha, very funny. But no, more like I have to start planning my birthday party if I want to beat your sugar daddy – he’s won every fucking year and I refuse to lose this time.”

Leave it to Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff to turn something as simple as a birthday party into a competition.

“Ok, what? How is that a competition?” You asked incredulously, reclining back in your chair as you pondered over their strange rivalry.

Nat only shrugged as she moved onto a matching pair of panties; “We just see who can throw the greatest, most talked about birthday party each year. It started when we first met I guess, our birthdays are only a month apart so when he found out what I was doing, he just had to out-do me. Ever since then, it’s been like an on-going competition to throw the better party.”

“Huh,” You bit your lips as you contemplated your next words, debating whether or not you should go down that particular road, “So, how long have you known Tony?”

You heard the sewing machine stop, refusing to look up from the other designs you were flicking through for fear that Nat see through your casual façade. That, however, did not stop Nat from scrutinising you, knowing that the forced nonchalance held a far deeper meaning than you were letting on.

“Five, six years maybe? Why?”

“I just, I wanted to know something I guess, I figured I could maybe ask you?”

“Ok…” Nat trailed off unsure, invitation for you to ask what was on your mind.

“Has Tony always been, I mean was he ever not – why is he so closed off? Did something happen or has he always been so withdrawn?” You sighed out, struggling to find the right question as your brain stumbled over all the words you knew.

Nat silently put down her work, rising from her seat and moving to the chair across from yours, taking your fidgeting hands in her own and squeezing them reassuringly as you worried at your bottom lip.

“What’s going on Y/N? Has Tony done something to you because I swear to god I will-”

“No! No, it’s not like that. It’s just, he struggles being open with his emotions and it’s beginning to take a toll on him. I’m worried about him Nat, but I can’t understand why he want to just ignore it. I figured maybe something had happened which caused him to be so closed off, maybe if I knew what it was I could help him? I don’t know, I guess it was a bit of a long shot huh?”

“No, that makes sense. But I don’t know what to tell you Y/N, he’s kept emotional distance with everyone as long as I’ve known him. It’s one of the things we have in common actually. I do know that he had a strained relationship with his father – maybe that has something to do with it?”

His father? Tony had never spoke of the man, not in detail anyway. In fact, you didn’t know anything about Tony’s parents that wasn’t already public information; everyone knew when and how they died, it had covered newspapers for weeks and was ingrained into the Stark legacy, but you didn’t know any personal stories of his parents, you didn’t know what birthdays or Christmases were like, you didn’t know what special family traditions there were. You knew absolutely nothing of Tony’s childhood.

“I don’t know Nat, I just hope the therapy helps with whatever he’s going through.”

Nat’s eyes widened at that news. “Tony’s going to therapy?” she asked in complete disbelief.

“Yeah, he’s there right now; he was having really bad nightmares, he couldn’t sleep, he was having panic attacks – I think it’s because of what happened in Afghanistan, he told me about it and I can completely understand how traumatic that would be, but I can’t get my head around why he acted like showing any sort of emotion was a weakness.” Tears started to form in your eyes as you recalled how distraught Tony was after a nightmare, how his voice had broken when he finally opened up to you.

“You can’t tell anyone Tony’s in therapy Nat, it’ll just cause him to be more closed off, please don’t-”

“Hey! Hey!” Nat cut through you hysterics, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and bringing your head to rest on her chest, “I’m not going to tell anyone I swear, not even Sam. But don’t think you can’t tell me anything ok – you bottling everything up isn’t good, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here ok?”

Nat pressed a kiss to your forehead as you wiped away your tears, pulling away from her embrace to offer her a watery smile.

“Thanks Nat.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said as she tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re good for him you know,” she muttered out, eyes appraising you as a small smile played on her lips, “Come on, your gonna be my model.”

You could only furrow your brows in confusion as she pulled you from your seat and lead you over to the area of her office that was cordoned off by an intricately designed divider, pushing you into the corner and handing you the bra and panties she had just made.

Reluctantly, you began to strip out of your clothes and into the brand-new lingerie set that Nat had made, the soft baby-blue silk cupping your breasts perfectly, the cream lace decorating the trim and centre piece, the matching thong consisting of the same silk, the lace lining the waistband in perfect symmetry to the bra – they were honestly stunning, the colours and design giving you a sinfully sweet look that you knew would make a certain billionaire’s head spin.

“Well? Let me see my work woman!”

You hesitantly waked out, clutching your arms in front of yourself to try and block Nat’s view of your barely clothed form. Awkwardly standing before her as she stood from her seat and slowly circled you, assessing her work as she did.

“Sweetie, you kind of have to move your hands,” Nat hummed out amused, pulling your arms apart and leading you over to the full-length mirror so you could properly appreciate what you were wearing.

“It’s beautiful Nat, you did amazing,” You said in awe, looking over the design, no longer caring in the slightest about your lack of clothing.

“I couldn’t agree more, how does it fit?”

“Perfect. Which is slightly strange considering you never actually took my measurements.”

“I can tell just by looking, years of practise I guess,” Nat answered, trailing her hands around the bra, testing to see how well it fit against your chest.

Your breath hitched as Nat continued to trace her hands over her work as she moved to stand behind you, her deep chuckle making you shiver, “Aw, Am I making you nervous Y/N?”

Before you could answer the door to her office swung open, your head snapping towards the familiar form walking into the room. “Hey Nat, your secretary said that… Y/N was… here? Am I missing something?” Tony stood completely befuddled in the middle of the room, eyes darting between you and Nat as you watched the gears in his head turn, trying to explain the view in front of him.

You stood still in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish as Nat squeezed your waist and walked in front of you, “Your girl was just doing some modelling for me Tony, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. You can get dressed now Y/N, and keep them, they suite you.”

You scurried back to the screen to throw your clothes on, hearing Tony mutter under his breath as you changed: “First Barnes and now you Romanoff. Christ, is everyone out to try and seduce her?”

“Oh, relax Stark, nothing happened. Although you can’t blame anyone for trying, have you seen her?”

You dashed back outside, sensing that Tony was about to overshare and not for the first time so you stopped the words from leaving his mouth by attaching your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck as you practically launched yourself at him.

Pulling away, Tony had a dazed look on his face before his brows furrowed in confusion, “I forgot what I was going to say.”

“Good.”

Tony gave you a lazy smirk, his hands that were resting on your waist moving down to pinch your ass as he peppered kisses across your face and down your neck.

“Ugh, get a room,” Nat mumbled teasingly.

“You know Romanoff,” Tony’s gaze didn’t leave yours as he spoke to Nat, a cheeky sparkle in his eyes, “That’s not a bad idea.”

Without giving you a chance to respond Tony began to pull you towards the door, you stumbling after him as you bid goodbye to Nat over your shoulder.

“Goodbye Y/N,” Nat sang out, a smug smirk pulling at her lips as she waved goodbye to you.

Tony pushed you against the elevator wall the moment the doors closed behind you both, his lips automatically assaulting your neck as your head lolled back to give him more room as he nipped and kissed at the exposed skin there.

“Please tell me you’re still wearing that set?” Tony groaned out, voice husky with desire.

You hummed in answer, nodding your head as you bit down on your bottom lip, grinning when Tony let out a guttural moan. “You’re fucking killing me babygirl,” He choked out, burying his face in your neck as he held you flush against him.

Rolling your hips against the growing bulge in his trousers, you bit gently on Tony’s earlobe before whispering sultrily, “You love it Daddy.”

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mrswalkers-blog · 5 years

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A Golden Cage

Chapter 7 - Leaving the Nest

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

This is the story of Emily, daughter of Drake and Riley. She is conflicted between her old friend Daniel and the crown Prince James, son of Liam and Olivia

Summary: Emily prepares for the social season. And soon its time for her to leave for the Palace. Drake and Riley get emotional as their daughter steps out of their home to find her own journey. Jackson tries to remember when the things between him and Emily got worse. Emily reaches the Palace and meets the other suitors. Will she be able to compete with them?

Warnings: PG.

This series will be NSFW. It will have mentions of sexual abuse and violence. I will tag the chapters accordingly.

A/N: The story is building up. Thanks to all those reading this. I promise you better is yet to come.

Word Count: 2000+

Previous Chapters Link to previous chapters can be found in the master list on my blog page.

Emily rubbed her eyes as she heard a knock on her door.

‘What time is it?’ she fumbled for her phone. It was 7 AM.

‘Who is it?’ she shouted at the door without leaving her bed.

'It is Samantha my lady.’ a soft voice came from the other side of the door.

‘Samantha Who?’ she grunted and pushed herself from the bed. She dragged herself to the door and opened it with half closed eyes.

‘Good Morning my lady’, a lady in her late twenties was standing in front of her.’I am here for your training.’

‘Are you serious? It is still midnight!’ Emily complained.

‘My lady it is morning. And we have little time. I suggest you get ready as fast as you can. I am waiting for you in the dining room for your first lesson. Kindly be there in 15 minutes.’ her voice was soft but stern.

‘Alright,’ Emily said closing the door and going to the bathroom.

She got ready as fast as she could and ran down to the dining table. Many different breakfast plates were set around the table. Emily sat down at one of the settings.

‘Lets start with what you know, Lady Emily.’

Emily lifted the fork and knife and started digging in the meat.

‘Emily, my lady, with grace!’ Samantha adjusted the knife and fork.

‘Do not take more than three bites at a time’

‘This is going to be a long day!’ Emily hated every bit of it but obeyed Samantha’s every instruction.

Next two weeks all of Emily’s time was spent with Samantha. She learned and re-learned - how to dress, how to hold a purse, how to walk, how to sit, what to say, what not to say, how to waltz.

It was not that Emily was completely unaware of the Royal Etiquette. She had spent her entire life watching her mother behave in a certain way when with nobles. But she was always laid back at home or even in her office with her staff. She changed completely when in public. But that was the side Emily saw rarely. And to know the etiquette and to live it was a completely different thing.

From the jeans and tops to dresses, from flats and sneakers to high heels, from paint-stained hands to perfectly manicured hands, from outspoken Emily to speaking softly in measured words Emily - Emily realized she was completely changed in just two weeks. In just two weeks she was ready for the Social Season. To win James heart and to get Court’s approval. The only thing left now was to pack the bags.

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Soon it was the day for Emily to leave Valtoria. All packed and ready to leave, Emily checked her luggage one more time before leaving her room. When she walked down the hall she saw her mother and father in an embrace.

'Mummy! Daddy!' she exclaimed. Hearing her voice, Drake pulled out of the hug. Emily noticed her mothers tears before she hurriedly wiped them.

'Seriously Mom!' she said surprised and ran to her mom to give her a hug.

'I am going to miss you.' Riley said wrapping her in a motherly hug.

'Mom! I am only going away for a few weeks!' she whispered in Riley's ears. 'It's just that I realized you are a grown woman now. No longer my little girl.' she said cupping her face in her hands, gently kissing her forehead.

'Dad! Tell Mom to relax.' she turned to her father, but fell short when she realized his eyes were moist too.

'Oh, you think your dad is cool because he is not crying?' Riley smiled, 'He hasn't slept all night. He spent the entire night looking through your baby pictures.' She let out a small chuckle.

'Dad! Mom is right. You are a total marshmallow.' she chuckled and gave him a hug.

'Be careful ok? The people there aren't always how they seem.' Drake wrapped his arms tight around his daughter.

'I will keep in mind.' Emily said pulling away from her father.

‘Hey, kiddo!’ Emily turned hearing her brother calling her.

‘Jack’ she said in a plain voice, showing no enthusiasm to see him.

Jack realized she was still angry with him about what he had said about James.

‘I just wanted to say Best of Luck’ he said standing awkwardly.

‘Thanks’ Riley said walking past him, not giving him any more of her attention. She went and instructed Daniel to get her luggage in the car. Riley and Drake went with her to bid her goodbye, while Jack went inside.

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Jackson went in the parlor. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone. He found an old video and started playing it.

Jack was 7 years old and Emily was only 4. They were in their basketball court with their parents. Their dad had installed a special small hoop for them. That day Emily too wanted to play. She had tried five-six times to drop the ball in the hoop without any success. She was too small to reach the loop. With each try, she was getting frustrated. Jack and his parents were cheering her on. But she burst into tears after the sixth attempt. Jack couldn't bear to see his little sister crying. Before his mom or dad could react, he ran to her and gave her a warm hug. In a soft voice, he said, ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry! I have got you.’ he handed her the ball and carefully lifted her up from behind. He raised her enough so that she could drop the ball in the basket. As soon as Emily made the basket, a wide smile appeared on her tear stained face. Jack carefully dropped her back on her feet and she started bouncing with joy clapping her hands on her little victory.

‘That was a beautiful moment.’ Jack turned hearing her mothers voice. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

‘I wonder what happened. Why she started hating me so much?’

‘I don't think she hates you. This is just sibling rivalry.’

‘But she doesn’t talk to me or listen to me anymore. And I don't understand why.’

‘Jack. Even we are not sure why this happened. One thing we know she was our overprotected little baby. And the next thing we noticed she was obsessively competitive with you. I noticed how she wanted to do exactly what you do and wanted to do better than you. even if she didn't even like it. She just wanted to prove herself better.’

‘But she is better than me in so many things - she is an amazing artist. She makes friends easily. And people trust her, completely. I have seen that.’

Emily’s lips curled up a little,’ Yes. But she doesn't notice that. Even when I tried to make her feel proud of all her qualities. She even refuses to hold an exhibition of her paintings.’

‘Mom. You think sending her to Social Season was a good idea? ’Jack asked her the question that was bothering him from so many days.

‘Well, I think she is old enough to make her own decisions. We cannot treat her like a kid. She needs to make her own decisions and live with the consequences. We are here to provide her with love and support. And let her find her way.’

Jack nodded in agreement, although he could not shake off a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was not right. That something bad was going to happen.

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At the Royal Palace, Emily entered the room assigned to her and her face cringed taking in the traditional decor of the room. The paintings of almost nude people on walls and ceiling, the color of carpet and upholstery like that in the 1920s, wooden furniture decorated with exquisite carvings and gold foils.

She flopped down on her bed,’ at least the mattress is of this century.’ Daniel chuckled at her comment shaking his head, ‘Get used to it. You might soon be living here.’

‘If I live here, I will redecorate the entire palace.’ she pushed herself off of the bed and walked around the room.

‘Well, you do that. Meanwhile, you can see this schedule of the Social Season. So you know what to look forward to.’ Daniel handed her a folder with timetables and pages of instructions. Emily took it with a raised eyebrow.

‘Samantha asked me to hand it over to you.’ he said raising his hands in defense.

‘Sure!’ she said throwing the folder on the bed.

‘Ok. I will be ready to escort you to Mascarade Ball tonight. Call me if you need me before that.’ Daniel said taking leave from her.

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In the evening Emily got ready in a red dress so tight she could barely move. She sighed as she slipped in her high heels. Now she was more comfortable walking in them. But they were not comfortable like her sneakers or flats. She opened the door to find Daniel waiting for her. She was so conscious about her dress and heels that she failed to notice Daniel’s eyes going wide on seeing her.

‘I am going to ban the heels if I become a Queen.’ she complained to him.

‘You forgot your mask!’ Daniel said coming back to his senses,’ let me get it for you’. He went into the room to get the mask she left at the dressing table. He handed her the red and black mask and escorted her to the ball.

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‘Lady Emily Walker’ heralds announced her name as she made the entrance to the ball.

‘I should stand with the other guards. I will see you at the end of the ball.’ Daniel told her. ‘No, please stay. I will get bored to death here.’ Emily grabbed him by his arm.

Daniel softly moved her hand away,’ You should mingle with the other suitors or the people of court.’

Emily made a puppy face pleading for him to stay. But Daniel shook his head and mouthed ‘Go’

She looked around to see some ladies talking in a group dressed in beautiful dresses. Clearly, they were James suitors. She took a deep breath and walked towards them.

‘Emily, come join us.’ one of the ladies pulled off her mask and greeted her.

She realized she knew her, she was Monica - sponsored by Beaumont House. She had seen her at Beaumont Parties.

‘We were just introducing ourselves to each other. ‘ Monica said introducing her to the other ladies. The other ladies pulled their masks off.

‘This is Sophie. She is the daughter of Duchess Madeleine of Karlington.’ she nodded to a fair lady about twenty years old. Even if she hadn't mentioned that she was the daughter of Madeleine, Emily could have guessed as she had a striking resemblance to her mother - Golden hair, green eyes, even her nose - exactly the same.

‘Hi’, she greeted her politely, but Sophie just nodded in return.

‘This is Megan Garcia. She is from France Royal family.’ she nodded to a beautiful lady in black. Megan smiled and greeted Emily, ‘You look lovely in that dress.’

‘Thank you.’ Emily smiled back,’ Your dress is beautiful. It really suits you.’ She said to Megan. She was by Emily’s opinion, the most beautiful of the ladies standing there.

‘And this is Katie. She is from Portavira.’ she nodded to a lady wearing a blue dress. Emily spent most of the evening talking to the ladies while her eyes searched for her Prince.

She was here, but where was he? Will she be able to win him? or one of these ladies will win the Prince's heart?

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Dating Hyde Kido !

* Under Night In-Birth is a very underrated series. With its inclusion in Blazblue: Cross Tag Battle, it has gained some popularity. The story is beautiful, the characters are all unique and amazing in their own way. I do recommend it! Plus all the guys are pretty cute ;;;))). I’m also going to try and keep this spoiler free! Everything placed in italics and is bold (character dialogue excluded) are small spoilers, please remember that!

* Before his incident, You and Hyde would always study together after class. Being the smarter one out of the two, the blonde would always run to you for help. You wondered how and why he was in the same class as you, but it was nice having someone hot as fuck cute as shit funny like him around.

* He introduced you to Yuzuriha. She’s very.. affectionate, almost like an obsessed aunt. “It’s you! Hyde as been telling me all about you, (Y/N)! He can’t stop talking about how-” Hyde immediately cuts her off with a loud grunt. Yuzuhira constantly embarrasses him, almost like Yuzu is his mom and she constantly bombards you with baby pictures. Secretly, she wishes for his baby album so she can see it and show you.

* He’s basically a lovable idiot. Even if Hyde does something dumb, you can’t help but smile. He sometimes does these things on purpose in the hope of you looking his way and smiling.

* After his incident, he becomes serious and very overprotective. He tries to be since the whole In-Birth situation is serious by itself, but he can’t really help it. Being goofy is his personality, and he can’t really change that. Plus, Hyde notices how happy you get when he’s the way he is.

* Hyde doesn’t want you to get hurt, so he insists on you staying at his home; however, he brought you along once. It was the time he encountered Hilda. The way she looked and talked made you nervous. She had an evil aura that surrounded her. You wanted to glare but all you could do was hide behind Hyde and Linne. She was intimidating, sinister.

* Everything was just too much to process for you. Think about it though; how does Hyde feel about this? I mean, being taken away from his normal life to fight weird creatures and stop some random bad guy organization? Trust me, he’s stressed as fuck. You’re the only thing stopping him from breaking down and ending everything. He’s only in his second year of high school, he’s still a baby. You’re always there for him, and he loves how caring and supportive you are to him.

* “(Y/N).. You being around, it makes me feel sane, y’know? Every time I have to go out and fight these things, I always think about you and it makes me feel stronger. It’s all stressful really, but I can’t let Linne do any of this alone. I’m just like that, always helping someone. I didn’t know that it would turn out like this.”

* He’s emotional during these times. You don’t mind though, you love it when he expresses his emotions. After your little talks, he wakes up the next day focused and ready. You motivate him to do his best, and to become stronger each day. He cries, and even though it breaks your heart, you’re still proud of him for telling you all of this instead of hiding it.

* Keep in mind that he is in his second year of high school, so he is still very childish and can be very dramatic sometimes. He’s still kind of going through changes, and with those changes and his job of fighting little demon shits, he gets moody and sometimes lashes out in anger. He never asked to leave his friends and old life, however he does know that it is his fault for agreeing to do all of this. He placed this stress upon himself, and he regrets putting even more on him by yelling at his s/o. He has the thought of you leaving him cross his mind on various occasions. In all, he’s edgy, scared, and just needs a hug and a kiss. You, being the loving girlfriend, immediately shower him in all of the love he needs.

* Waldstein and Linne always confronts him on such actions, making him blush and attempt to change the subject. You laugh. You don’t mind if they see you shower your lover in kisses, however it seems like Hyde does. He’s not embarrassed of you, he’s just embarrassed because of the things you do. You’re goofy, so locking lips in front of the giant man and the small girl is nothing surprising. However, the first time..

* You all were sitting in the living room. Waldstein and Linne were both distracted by something, so you took the opportunity to steal a kiss from Hyde. That was when the duo turned and saw you two. Linne tried not to show it, but she couldn’t help but turn the other way and blush at the sight. Waldstein only chuckled.

* “T-That doesn’t seem appropriate, may you please do that in another location?” Linne begged. “Ahaha! Linne, this is the magic of love! You see, one simple action and the boy is weak in the knees! You know the girl’s love for him is strong when you see him like that! He’s quiet!” Waldstein cackled at the sight.

* His relationship with Seth is rather odd. Hyde explains that he never realized that he had a rivalry with him, which is concerning since everyone and their mother knows why Seth would have a problem with Hyde. He’s very dense, so obviously Hyde would never see it at first, but it’s very clear why they don’t share positive feelings towards each other.

* Once Yuzuriha and Hyde meet again, his change in emotions shows a lot. He’s a lot more positive, mainly because he got that situation off of his chest.

* In all, Hyde is an edgy teenager with r a g i n g hormones who is stressed and basically needs reassurance. Thank you for listening to my TedTalk.

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flailingintherain · 7 years

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Kiss Him Again

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12041055/1/Kiss-Him-Again

AU, post war fic.

Both Remus and Sirius are still alive.

Harry had a problem. A BIG problem! No, it wasn't about a nose-less snake-obsessed freak wanting to kill him and it wasn't about blood prejudices or purity or house rivalry… no, maybe it was about house rivalry.

Harry Potter was gay! Harry Potter was in love with a boy! The boy was Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter was gay and in love with a boy named Draco Malfoy.

He was in love with the boy who had teased, insulted and humiliated him. The boy who had insulted his best friends over and over in their first few years at Hogwarts, the boy who shrieked like a little girl in the forbidden forest, during detention, the boy who challenged him for a duel but never showed, the boy who got beat up by a hippogriff and later by a girl, the boy who broke his nose in the sixth year, the boy who cried in Moaning Myrtle's washroom, the boy who's hand wavered as he stood in front of the headmaster at the astronomy tower, the boy who never, ever had a choice.

Harry was up shit creak.

Sitting at the corner window of his room, with his knees up to his chest, he groaned loudly and dropped his head in his hands in frustration. In the background he heard a soft knock followed by, "Harry? Can I come in?"

Remus Lupin was worried.

Three months post the beginning of Harry's eighth year, he had his winter break. He had come home with a forced smile and frustrated eyes. Remus had tried very hard to understand what was going on but his godson left no hints and Sirius was absolutely useless in emotional matters.

All that was left was trying to get Harry to tell him what was wrong.

In response to his knock and question Remus received a loud groan and muffled words.

Deciding to interpret the sound as a yes, he entered the room only to find Harry talking into a pillow.

"Harry!" Remus exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Harry looked up shocked and wide eyed at the presence of someone other than himself in the room. "Remus? What are you doing in here?"

"I knocked, and there was no response so... Harry what is wrong!?" Remus said, letting his pretence fall and worry show. "You have been low, sad and depressed ever since you got back and I don't understand why. Why aren't you happy, Cub?"

Harry's expression morphed from shocked to confused to worried to frustrated in a matter of seconds. He frowned deeply and then looked down, almost sulking and asked, "Remus, how did you know Sirius was the one?"

For a moment Remus was stumped, and when that moment passed his mouth formed an 'O', well it also released a sound that resembled, "Ohhhh…"

"Um," Remus started, collecting himself, "Well, originally we were stupid and young and 'Just Friends'," He paused smiling subconsciously as the memories came back to him, "Sirius was always this ass who smelled like a dog and made fun of everything and everyone. He was rude and obnoxious and then he was everywhere. Originally, in our first years at Hogwarts I thought he was following me," Remus paused and laughed. "But, then we became the 'Marauders' and we were a gang, and he was still rude and obnoxious and downright irritating and then everything changed when I got turned."

"One day I was feeling particularly low. My first full moon since I had been turned was approaching and I was afraid. I was sitting out by the black lake and out of nowhere Sirius showed up and held my hand. We didn't talk. We just sat there my hand in his, the water touching our feet and the wind caressing our skin. We just, sat there and held hands. We were there all night and somewhere along the night we fell asleep and in the morning I woke up alone. I honestly thought I had imagined it but when I saw him again during class he sat next to me and secretly under the table, there was his hand, holding mine and he had this smile, this secret smile that informed me that this was going to happen again and it did. And when the full moon arrived just as the night broke he hugged me and told me he was there. He said he would always be right there, by my side and that was when I knew. I knew he was it. He was all I would need to get through." A misty look glazed Remus's face as he broke out of his memory, "Does that help Pup?"

Harry who had been extremely quite through Remus's narration looked up at him with a wishful look on his face and said, "I kissed Draco Malfoy," post which he promptly buried his face in his pillow again.

Remus stared at his godson. His 18-year-old godson who has seen too much and done too much, "Harry, why is that so terrible?"

Harry got up with a jerk, "He's Draco Malfoy! DRACO MALFOY! The death eater, the boy who tormented everyone the boy who,…"

"Why did you kiss him if he's so terrible?" Harry was stumped. He opened and closed his mouth and did it again and finally said, "Because he offered me his hand again," he paused and continued, "and he pretended he didn't know who I was at the Malfoy Manor. He thanked me for his wand and when he laughs at something I say, not his scathing fake laugh but his genuine laugh and when his smile reaches his eyes my heart beats faster and all I want to do his hold him and touch him and tell him…"

"Tell him what Harry?"

"That I want him to be mine," Harry responded with a sulk, "I don't know what to do! Tell me what to! What should I do, Remus?"

Remus smiled mischievously at him, a smile he had developed from Sirius over their years together, "Kiss him again."

AN: Hope You liked it! If you did please review and if you didn't please review ! :O :) -A PS: AN: So! This is an AU, post war fic. Both Remus and Sirius are still alive. Reserve For Ballycastle Bats - Beater 1 Written for QFLC's SS Moonstruck -A

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noditchablepromdate · 6 years

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☠ Drabble list– You can send one anytime.

lightxswan:

☠Send me one at your leisure and I will write a drabble based on what you send— Other prompts are always welcomed and encouraged if it’s not stated on this list.

Send any of these to me at your leisure and I will write it— Please be specific to who is going to be doing what.

Starts With a Single Word Drabbles.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!) Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three. Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick. Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.) Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying. Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify. Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm. Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify. Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it. Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank). Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other. Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours. Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours. Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character. Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light. Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa. Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role) Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever) Sky: Our characters are stargazing. Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future. Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.) Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify. I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple. Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene. Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

#phone bank: memes and questions

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whatifexo · 7 years

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Drabble List Game

Taken from raisedhunter (I’ve omitted some themes I’m uncomfortable writing). I will be taking requests for got7 or exo. Let the games begin!~

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Bleed: My character will injure your character

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another.

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.

Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours.

Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.

Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.

Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory.

Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

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Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.

Own me: My character owns your character.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).

Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role)

Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)

Sky: Our characters are stargazing.

Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future.

Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple

Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

« : memory from the past with your character

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]

¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]

☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours

School: How out chacrters live through a school day. Specify class if needed.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my charcter deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow flake: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. . Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date. Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed. Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours. Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.) Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together. Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together. Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours. Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours. Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping. Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together. Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa. Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate. Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience. Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra. Home: I’ll write our characters living together. Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together. Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other. Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm. Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game. Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love. Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other. Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other. Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments. Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child. Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa

Rivalry – I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Obsession – I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Proposal – My character proposes to your character. Vise versa.

Celebration – Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party.

Secret – My character tells your character a secret.

Promise – My character makes a promise to your character.

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.

Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.

Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.

Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.

Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.

Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.

Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling.

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.

Agelast - A person who never laughs.

Wanweird - An unhappy fate.

Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.

Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.

Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.

Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.

Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out. 

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

Pumpkin: Your character and mine doing some halloween decorating Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other Candy Corn: Your character or mine being cheesy to the other Treat Bag: My character sharing something with yours Leaves: Your character or mine clearing the air about something. Stars: Our characters under the stars together Snow: Our characters in the cold together Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together. Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

Highschool: Our characters attend a high school together Royalty: One of our character is royalty and the other a servant (specify) Pauper: One of our characters is poor, the other is wealthy and takes them in. (specify) Child: Our characters suddenly find themselves responsible for an infant. Role: Our characters trade roles in the canon universe. College: Our characters meet while attending university. Steampunk: Our characters are in a Steampunk setting. Evil: One of our characters is working for the opposite side. (specify) Fantasy: Our characters are in a fantasy setting. Lifetime: Our characters meet when they are very young. Reincarnation: Our characters in a previous life. Espionage: One or both of our characters is a James Bond-esque spy. Siblings: Our characters now share one or both parents. Marriage: Our characters are married. Betrayal: Our characters hate one another.

#got7 #exo #got7 scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios

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funatsukazuho · 6 years

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FemEx Dear Creator Letter

Hello there! Thank you so much for joining this exchange. I’m so excited to see whatever you make!

Here is a list of some things I’m looking for in the stuff I requested! If you have stronger ideas and a story you’re just dying to tell about one of these ships, please go full steam ahead. First off though, I’d like to clarify somethings I really, really would not like to receive:

NSFW of minors (I consider this as characters aged up to 20). Please don’t include this at all.

NSFW for characters who are of age is fine - but I’d prefer it to be subtle rather than the point.

PLEASE DO NOT INCLUDE FINGER PAINTING, FINGERNAIL/TOENAIL TRAUMA OR OTHER FOCUS ON NAILS - it’s a big squick!!

Here are some things I’m super happy to receive!!

Character studies, including ones with unsatisfying conclusions

Dark themes including assault, murder and death, provided they’re handled with care

Discussion of past relationships that don’t include the couple who is the main thrust of the work

Trans headcanons! (I especially love trans girl hcs for Kaoru Seta, Mari Ohara, Selphie Tilmitt, Ursula Callistis and Croix Meridies but anyone is fair game!)

Alright, let’s get stuck in!

1. BANG DREAM! GIRLS BAND PARTY

Tsugumi Hazawa/Sayo Hikawa

I love this ship - I really suggest reading their first interactions in this event to get a feel for how they interact, if you have only had access to the English version. I’d especially love an internal look at Tsugumi’s feelings if it’s fic, and a cute shared moment with sweets for art.

Kaoru Seta/Kokoro Tsurumaki and Kaoru Seta/Hagumi Kitazawa/Kokoro Tsurumaki

So here's the thing - Kaoru and Kokoro talk past each other constantly and I actually LOVE that. I think it's made even better by having Hagumi as a mediator (Hagumi is stupid but she's not as stupid as Kaoru, and benefits from Kokoro's weird brand of emotional intelligence.)

I want to see them having madcap adventures, buffeted to ever greater heights of idiocy, but also tenderness too. Let them get a little closer than they do as co-buffoons!

Kaoru Seta/Himari Uehara/Rimi Ushigome

While it's super cute that both Rimi and Himari are head over heels for Kaoru I would love it if she got flustered by both of their attention too!

Kaoru Seta/Maya Yamato

It might be a little unorthodox to request a non-romantic cameo but I would LOVE to see Chisato's reaction to this. I like that Maya doesn't fall victim to Kaoru's ridiculousness (maybe due to overexposure?) and it puts her in a perfect position to make the first move for once.

Kanon Matsubara/Chisato Shirasagi

I like this at its best when it's bittersweet, something that Chisato is clinging to a little too desperately while trying to look like she isn't. A touch or two of sadness goes a long way here with this ship, though of course I love cute fluffiness too.

Misaki Okusawa/Rimi Ushigome

My poor forgotten friendship! How I wish the game would remember that they interact! They're both fans of horror fiction which is ADORABLE. Make use of it!

Aya Maruyama/Maya Yamato

Their names are practically the same it's like fated (no but seriously. I love how Maya is so openly supportive of Maya when others are bringing her down, and how Aya sticks up for Maya and celebrates all her weird little foibles. Cute as heck.)

2. Love Live! Sunshine!!

Kanan Matsuura/You Watanabe

I like this best post-highschool after both of them have grown up some, but you can feel free to set it when the series happens if you like. I like that they're both silly jocks who love the ocean, so any work focusing on a maritime theme is A+!

Kanan Matsuura/Dia Kurosawa AND Dia Kurosawa/Kanan Matsuura/Mari Ohara

My OT3... My favourite dynamic between them is Kanan and Dia but I do also love when Mari is there to be the shiny, sparkly bond that glues the group together. Super happy to read about fights and disagreements with these three so long as they all make up by the end

3. Steven Universe

Garnet/Peridot

I'm really interested in this as a character building piece for both of them; Garnet has to learn to not be such of a pedestal and set boundaries, Peridot has to apologise and keep apologising and also learn to give herself over to the moment more. It's okay if it's just a moment of tenderness between the two of them without anything concrete, but building to a relationship is fine too.

Bismuth/Garnet

Again, I really want to see them get back up to speed with each other. Something harking back to their past together would be super lovely too!

Bismuth/Pearl

This is a bit more self-indulgent but it would be so nice to see Bismuth help Pearl dress a little more butch, get a little more in touch with that side of herself. I'd love for Pearl to open up more fully to Bismuth and make her feel secure...

4. Gatchaman Crowds

Hajime Ichinose/Utsutsu Miya

My OTP of all OTPs. Anything you could possibly provide to me I will treasure, provided it's SFW (unless it's post canon and they're adults). I want to see them in love but also I love seeing the imbalance in their power explored, Utsutsu's sadness and Hajime's manic happiness, I love everything about them.

5. Sora yori mo Tooi Basho

Takako Kobuchizawa/Gin Toudou

While a retrospective on their relationship is exciting, I'd also appreciate just plain old flashback fic exploring how much they meant to each other when they were raising Shirase.

Shirase Kobuchizawa/Hinata Miyake AND Yuzuki Shiraishi/Mari Tamaki AND Shirase Kobuchizawa/Hinata Miyake/Yuzuki Shiraishi/Mari Tamaki

I love all of these dynamics equally and would be super delighted to receive any of them! With Shirase/Hinata I'm all about the difficulty in communication between them, and navigating the gaps. When they can connect it feels like a relief, almost, and I love that.

Yuzuki and Kimari are much softer and sillier by contrast and lend themselves well to goofy shenanigans, especially because of Yuzuki's sharp tongue. When all four of them are together I like it best as it is in the show, but with more kissing.

Megumi Takahashi/Mari Tamaki

Oh please kill me with angst for these two I invite it openly (Megu's jealousy is a great resource, but also Kimari's stubbornness to keep loving her - they can make it work if they work hard! I believe in them!)

Yume Sasaki/Honami Yasumoto

I feel like its a given to ask for fanfic where the two of them get absolutely sauced and spill everything about their feelings about each other but can you blame me for wanting that

Gin Toudou/Kanae Maekawa

Would love to see this potentially contrasted with their prior relationship with Takako and how they're picking up the pieces from it.

6. Teppuu

Natsuo Ishido/Sanae Sawamura

I really love how integral their relationship is to the work without it ever overshadowing everything else; it's very subtle. Well, now I'd like it to take center stage for once. They can kiss while fighting right???

Mai Ganeko/Sanae Sawamura

Mai is such a sycophant, bless her. It would be nice to see Sanae finally validate her a little.

Karin Kotani/Mitsuko Honma

Good old fashioned rivalry with a spark of mutual respect. Imagine if Karin got to win for once? How would they both react?

Mitsuko Honma/Shinobu Kannagi

Really love how thorougly Shinobu knocks Mitsuko off kilter, so making use of that would be super fun (I also love the contrast in their personalities, with Shinobu being a big teddy bear and Mitsuko being a terrifying ice queen)

Karin Kotani/Manami Hiki

Manami is still such a n00b in so many ways and it would be great if she got some special focus from Karin for a change. The dash of hopeless pity just makes it cuter imo.

Kei Ninomiya/Mai Ganeko

I didn't figure anyone else shipped this! I like Kei getting to break away from Natsuo to talk and grow close with other characters (though I'd of course welcome Natsuo's presence in a fic like this). They can bond over being the sidekicks to extremely intense women who hate each other, haha!

7. Professor Layton

Katrielle Layton/Emiliana Perfetti

Just please... I want to see them solving a mystery together... and Katrielle giving Emiliana a jubilant kiss when they figure it out, and consequently ruining her life

8. Marvel Cinematic Universe

Nakia/Okoye

PLEASE THE WHOLE MOVIE I WAS BEGGING THEM TO INTERACT give me anything. I will take literally anything. Space AU. Mafia AU. Bodyguard AU seems too obvious, right? In canon, I'd really appreciate an exploration of what they mean to each other and a way to make it work while keeping both their principles intact.

9. Final Fantasy VIII

Selphie Tilmitt/Selphie's Friend (FF8)

Even as a little kid I felt like this was ripe for potential, especially considering how Zell and other party members conduct their romantic business outside of the main party. I'd love to see her coming back to Trabia after the end of the story and getting to relax with her girlfriend for once. (Name the girlfriend whatever you want, but if it's hard to name her how about Tabitha?)

10. Little Witch Academia

Ursula Callistis | Chariot du Nord/Croix Meridies

I'm obsessed with the idea of Ursula determined to redeem Croix by her own hands even when the rest of the world spurns her (and rightfully so!), so something with comedic potential or a more meaty emotional exploration are both things I'd love to see or read.

Atsuko Kagiri/Sucy Manvaran/Lotte Yanson

I love my silly weird protag trio. I think what I'd most like to see here is how they became a couple and then more than a couple; bonus points for keeping Sucy her malevolent, extremely dangerous self while retaining all that exhausted fondness both she and Lotte have for Akko.

Thanks so much for reading so far!! I really appreciate it. :D

To whomever I'm writing for, I hope I do a good job! Sorry if you were expecting something especially NSFW, haha, but I hope I can do your ships justice! LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

#femex #dear creator letter

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